RLS Vengeance – Eagles Nest

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 4:15 AM

Pope sipped actual Scotch from a heavy rocks glass as she stared out the transparasteel viewports on the bridge of the Arbiter. The newest editions to the fleet were tying off, shutting down their reactors and attaching to station power at this very moment. By some miracle, the Secretary of the Treasury had not only found the funds, but approved the requisition of not one, but three Kraken Class light carriers. They were no match for the mighty behemoths the UEE brought to bear, but in terms of power projection and force multiplication, they were priceless.(edited)

While all three were treasures, Galadriel only had eyes for one. Drake had followed through on their promise and painted one ship in the livery of the Lorell Navy. CVN-01 RLS VENGEANCE gleamed brightly in the electo-photo luminescent paint that was tested on the Scipio during her previous run. Giant golden Phoenixes on a background of deep crimson illuminated each of the 5 landing pads. Too obvious a target during space ops, the decorations could be shut off instantly, returning the hull to a hole in space.(edited)

She made a note to get Tristan over to the new ship as soon as possible to give it a good once over.

@Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

@Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 4:51 AM

She decided that now was as good a time as any. With practiced fingers she sent the offer to the Engineer via Mobi.

“Tristan, I would like to hire you expertise at finding issues for the Vengeance. If you are interested, assemble a crew and report to her at your convenience. I’ll pay your normal rates plus special duty assignment pay and per diem. Let me know if you are interested. -Pope sends”

@Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 5:41 AM

Her Mg beeped with the positive response. Without closing it, she issued new orders for the Vengeance to be refueled and temporary Command transferred to Tristan. She also sent a payment to his account from her own. SecTreas had already worked a miracle getting these beauties. She could pay for the initial shakedown.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 6:08 AM

Tristan had heard stories of the Drake Krakens and possibly seen a couple in the Vega fiasco, but he got a Lorell Navy pilot to take him in an Argo to the Vengeance so he could soak in the view.

As the Argo cleared the Sarpedon, the entire Kraken came into view.

“Holy Mother of God” he tapped on board comms and asked the pilot to slow and take them up so he could see the landing pads, while cranking up the music in his head.(edited)

He tapped his mG @Broadsword-Eagle Private msg. “Get your ass over here, this ship is fucking awesome.”

The pilot over on board comms: “Sir…. your orders?”

“Sir? Sir? You have no fucking clue who I am, do ya? Just float and enjoy this view pilot.”(edited)

From the ports of the Argo Tristan could see the Golden Phoenixes on the landing pads, the Stanton sun was at an angle that made the gold gleem. He was glad he was alone at the time, he could feel the tears starting to flow down his cheeks. “Fookin’ awesome”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 6:30 AM

“Pilot? please put this on speakers inboard and outboard, max volume”(edited)

Tristan opened his mG, msg to @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO “Madame Admiral, I am humbled you have asked me to come aboard The Vengeance. Words can not express the honor you have bestowed on me.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 6:37 AM

Pope’s Mg beeped with the incoming message. At the same time she heard a report from one of the techs on watch. ” Uh ma’am? We are picking up something on the sensors. It’s audio.”

“put it on the overhead “

the classic tunes of Iron Butterfly filled CIC. Pope smiled. It had to be Tristan

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 6:41 AM

“Pilot, let’s give this beauty a slow look from out here, maintain 33m distance and hit the lights. Let’s see her.” He pulled out his flask, opened it, held it to salute her and took a good long swig.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 6:42 AM

she read the msg and sent off a reply

mG The honor is mine Tristan. Finding an engineer of your skill is rare. You are the first Lorelli to board her. I haven’t even been aboard yet.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 6:50 AM

The pilot made a skillful inspection tour of Vengeance with the music blaring. She must have know the song, as the ending chorus came up she opened comms. “Sir, may I bring us in with a flair?”

“Damn straight pilot, time to make a scene.” he took another swig from his flask, grabbed his helmet and sat and belted up “Anytime you are ready.”

She whipped the Argo around and left the Vengeance a good 200km in the rear view. She slowly turned 180 degrees. “Ready Sir?”

Tristan chuckled, shaking his head at the title. “Ready”

He was thrown sideways as she hit max throttle on the little Argo, he looked through the front window and saw the Vengeance coming up damn fast. He laughed heartily.

“Argo 1C2166 requesting landing on pad 5 Vengeance” Cracked over the comms, Tristan knowing Vengeance had no time to respond prior to hitting the deck. She swooped the Argo in a last second 60 degree angle up and set her down with no bounce whatsoever. “Damn girl… you can fly me anytime.”

Tristan had put on his Hate the UEE playlist during approach, he opened the back hatch, and stood by the pilot’s hatch until she opened it. He saluted her, then extended his hand and shook hers vigorously. He walked on the deck to enter the airlock, giving his lazy civvie salute to the Drake techs still aboard. He stopped before the airlock, took out his flask again, opened it, poured the rest on the deck. “Vengeance, serve these people well.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 7:16 AM

Broadsword answered @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} on his Mobiglas from the cabin of Juni.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 7:20 AM

Tristan entered the ship, immediately took off his helmet and handed it to a Drake tech with a whisper to take it to engineering. Techs were still doing small jobs around the ship as he wandered through the decks. He had to ask a few of them directions which they pointed out the maps on the walls.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 7:20 AM

“Just picking up my gear,”he said. “I’ll be there shortly.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 7:21 AM

“Excellent Mr. Broadsword. We’ve got a big job ahead. I’m gonna crash for a few.”

With that Tristan headed to the lower decks with engineering, threw his kit in the corner, found an engineering bunk and threw himself on it.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 7:52 AM

Broadsword hefted the bag of kit he had picked up from Juni as he walked towards the Argo pick up. He had consolidated a useful amount together this time, bearing in mind his last outing with Tristan he had brought some weapons, some armour to supplement his RSI under suit and of course some Whiskey.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOToday at 7:53 AM

Satisfied that the ship would be in good hands, Pope returned to her office and began typing up the items she wanted checked this time out.
1) physical hull integrity check 2) electrical circuitry check 3) hull armor brittle fracture 4) hull ductility 5) propulsion systems check (ex atmo) 6) propulsion systems check ( in atmo) 7) max speed 8) max G 9) emergency reactor start time 10) automatic landing and departure systems 11) shield efficiency and regen 12) sensor suite check 13) flight characteristics real vs theoretical. 14) Quantum Drive check 15) Fuel Transfer systems check 16) Close in Weapons Systems (pt defense) It was a good start, she transmitted the orders to the new crew. @Broadsword-Eagle @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 7:55 AM

As he stepped on board the Argo, a message pinged up on his Mobiglas, it was from the Admiral.

“Ah,” he said to himself “we are off on a full shake down.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 8:01 AM

Remembering the Scipio, she quickly typed up an addendum. “Tristan, you and Mr. Eagle are the Acting CO and XO of the Vengeance. I do not want a single fucking Drake Tech to leave until every goddamned bolt on that ship is torqued to spec. If you need Lorell Marines to make it happen, that is approved. We will not have another Scipio shit show with us scrambling to get tech support to fix crap that should have been done correctly the first time. The Republic just gave Drake several billion credits. Let’s make sure they earned their pay, shall we? Fair winds and following Seas. -Athena sends.” @Broadsword-Eagle @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:05 AM

Tristan couldn’t sleep with the excitement of a new ship and the honor and responsibility of such a task. He remembered when his father had stepped down from Emerald Cross and had handed that responsibility to him. An Honor yet the weight had nearly crushed him. 40 years later he felt the same weight Admiral Pope had given him.

He stripped off his EVA suit and put on his kilt, T shirt, and strapped on his work belt. He tapped his mG for a more mellow playlist for his head.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:10 AM

Broadsword was more than a little surprised that he had been given the honour of the XO’s post on such an important ship in the Lorell ORBAT. He assumed the CNO must have been researching his past after the Scipio jaunt.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:11 AM

ship comms “Mr. Broadsword, your location?”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:11 AM

Broadsword answered the Diverted call from Tristan on his Mobiglas

“Just on the Argo coming over to the Shipyard, Oh Captain my Captain.”

He laughed. “I have some kit and some medicinal assistance.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:14 AM

Tristan laughed aloud loudly “Mr. Broadsword, don’t even start that shit…. the titles, I mean, not the medicinal supplies.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:15 AM

“Got you.” He smiled again, this was going to be fun. “I’ll only call you Sir, once or twice a day!”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:16 AM

“Meet you on the bridge, SIR XO”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:17 AM

“Will do. I am going to ask the Argo Pilot to give me a once around before I board, want to get a feel for her.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:18 AM

Tristan had been dying to try the internal tram and took it twice the length of the ship. Drake techs watching just shook their heads and mumbled a few things.

Tristan finally stopped his joy ride midships and took the elevator to the bridge.

He turned up the music in his head… playing ‘Southern Cross’ a fitting song for a new journey.

Drake techs were still looking at specs on their mGs, some working on electrical panels and such.

“Which of you is in charge up here he said above the drone of the working.”

“I need a SITREP ASAP.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:32 AM

Whilst on the Argo trip to the Shipyard Broadsword called up the Drake Interplanetary Sales Vid of the Kraken.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:34 AM

Tristan looked around the bridge and found a tech just standing doing nothing “HEY YOU”

The music had changed and he nodded to the song “Come here, please.”

The tech sheepishly stepped forward. Tristan pulled a key out of his tool pouch, and pulled out his flask. “Head down to engineering, locker 13, fill this with the Terran Whiskey, and return. Got it?” While he was saying that he looked around the bridge and noticed the one person that was shaking his head.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:46 AM

Broadsword’s jaw dropped open as the Argo came over the ship yard and he got his first view of the three Krakens in their docking bays.

“My my what a fleet.” He said under his breath. “Pilot can you take me for a tour around the Vengeance?” He asked.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:50 AM

Tristan stepped over to the steps leading down to the pilot/scanning stations, he sat. He leaned over, put his head down and was asleep soon after.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:53 AM

As the Argo pilot took it down into the docking area at the bow of the ship Broadsword immediately began to examine the structure, taking in the immense powerful presence of the vessel, he started looking for potential problems that might effect her operation.

The shipyard were just completing the Polymer armour paint coating around the docking nacelles, he had the pilot take him in close enough to watch the application technique. It looked good. This wasn’t a fly by night operation.

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 9:01 AM

“Sleepin’ on t’job already, Tristy-boy?” A familiar voiced sounded, from the seat right beside @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} . As if she popped out of thin air, her hand behind her head offering a little more cushion than the drake behemoth afforded her.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:06 AM

The Argo pilot was very skilled, and took Broadsword on a close up trip around the huge ship, he got a good impression of the way the ship was put together and the issues that she would have if they spent too much time in atmosphere.

“This bird is meant to fly.” He said to himself.

After the tour, the Argo came to rest on the midships medium landing pad. Broadsword thanked the pilot and commended him on his skill as he disembarked hefting his large bag of kit across the Flight Deck towards the Island entrance.

Broadsword would have liked to have walked around some more before he went to the bridge, but he had this large amount of kit which he would rather like secured, and of course he did not want to keep his new Captain waiting.

He passed though the upper deck airlock and found the elevator to the Bridge.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 3:33 PM

Tristan stirred at the sound of @Coun. Pascal Rhet‘s voice. He sat up, then motioned a tech to come over. He stuck out his hand for a hand up and stood slowly, slightly stretching. “Broke parts wake up later.”

He looked around and saw Pilot @Broadsword-Eagle coming onto the bridge. “Madam Counselor, Yes I was. Now where’s the young tech with my flask?”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 3:47 PM

“Probably drownin’ emselves in old-coots brew.” She stayed sat in her seat, crossing one leg over the other slowly.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:01 PM

Broadsword dumped his bag of kit by the elevator and strode across the bridge towards @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} . He stopped short and in an exaggerated fashion brought himself to attention and snapped off a salute.(edited)

“Broadsword-Eagle reporting for duty Sir.!”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 4:41 PM

Tristan stood tall facing @Broadsword-Eagle and totally out of character he snapped off a true military salute. “Last one you’ll get and stop the Sir stuff. XO I give you the bridge. Let’s get a bridge crew together, use the Drake techs if you have to, but I bet there are Lorell staff sitting, waiting for the call. I’ll leave the computer diagnostics to you, let’s make sure every circuit and fiber cable in her is ready to be pushed. Drake knows the Admiral will not sign off until she’s satisfied. Turning to @Coun. Pascal Rhet Pas, my dear madame, wish to go to Engineering with me, or?”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 4:42 PM

“Sure, ahl get up off m’butt.” She replied, using her good arm to push herself from the chair by the arm rest, soon towering by Billy’s side.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:56 PM

Broadsword nodded, “Aye, Captain, I have the bridge.”

“I promise to be less respectful @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} except when it counts.” He winked at his Commanding Officer.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:45 PM

Broadsword watched the Captain and Councillor leave the bridge and pulled up his Mobiglas, he had not had a lot of time in Lorell but during his brief visits he had met @LT Erebus Kingsley, 1st Sqn. He was a more than competent pilot with a burgeoning security business. He dropped him a message hoping he would take up the position as First Pilot

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:56 PM

As he strolled around the vast bridge checking the various stations Broadsword started to put together the minimum watch requirements he would need to run the ship efficiently. It was not going to be an easy task, and as Tristran had suggested he may have to hire on some of the Drake personnel to cover until such time as the CNO put the full Lorell Navy crew together. “This is just a temporary gig, Clark.” He told himself.

October 22, 2018

Broadsword-EagleToday at 7:52 AM

Broadsword started going around each station on the bridge checking through the function and compatibility.(edited)

The drake personnel were working through the maintenance panels checking function of the blades and continuity of circuits.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:53 PM

Bridge layout

Lt. Roan Blackbreed, CivSecToday at 3:54 PM

(Omg YUM)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:56 PM

At the end of his quick function test of the Bridge stations, Broadsword walked back up to the Captain’s chair at the back and after sitting took stock.

There were five seated stations and three standing stations around the three level deck area. At the front and the lowest level against the wide open glass bridge front was the Pilots stations in the centre alongside each other. Both the pilots stations were interchangeable although the Starboard console had over-ride controls.

Either side of the Pilot consoles were the Standing stations for Flight Deck operations, each with direct Closed Circuit Monitors for each pad the hangars and the Dragonfly bay.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:17 PM

On the Mid deck there were two seated stations, the Starboard one for the Warfare Officer with full control of all missiles, defence systems, remote turrets and direct visual and override controls for the manned turrets. The port one was for the Flight Officer. His panels mimicked all the standing stations with more in depth planning consoles and a personnel database access.(edited)

The Captain’s seat had a set of interchangeable MFD’s capable of mimicking any of the consoles on the bridge. In addition he had available Joystick and Throttle controls to allow him to take over piloting should he need to. The raised position of the Captains station allowed him to see all of the stations on the bridge and the Flight Deck landing pads with a good view of the ahead approach vectors. It was a good set up.(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:26 PM

For shake down manning, Broadsword estimated he could get away with a two watch system with one pilot and a warfare trained officer on each watch. The basic training of a warfare and a Flight Officer would enable them to cover each others stations so only one would be required on each watch. Finally, although he was sure a Pilot or Warfare Officer could act as the Officer of the Watch in the Captain’s or XO’s absence, it would be prudent to have an officer with a wandering brief to take that position in a watch system. So three for each watch, giving them full station manning at General Quarters.(edited)

Broadsword detailed these requirements and started to scan the Personnel database for Contractors with the required expertise.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:57 PM

Having established the Command crew requirements, Broadsword knew that as XO he needed to widen his remit and start looking around the ship. Tristan would take care of the Engineering world, which was a good job, it was not his are of expertise. Supply, Cargo, General Ship maintenance and the Flight deck personnel would be down to him and to do that he needed to tour the ship. He pulled up the the ship schematics on the Captain’s console and started to plan his walk around.

Ship Schematic

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO10/22/2018

A beep and an electronic voice filled the air. “Contact”

Broadsword-Eagle10/22/2018

Broadsword swiftly changed from the ship schematic to the Radar system and overlayed the transponder contacts.

Broadsword-Eagle10/22/2018

The holo globe popped up above the Captains console and he could see a mass of small green contacts around the Accord and transiting between there and the Sarpedon. None of those should have alerted the AI to call contact. He opened out the range and caught a glimpse of an orange blip about 100km clear of the fleet, it appeared to be going away, so not an immediate concern.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO10/22/2018

15 bogeys appeared on the screen. All classified as 85x class ships. 10 of them seemed inbound. Two sets of 2 were flying in formation, but not with each other and absolutely hauling ass. The 5th was on its own, moving but not breaking the speed limit.(edited)

Broadsword-Eagle10/22/2018

Broadsword, remembering the recent communique about a missing 85X swiftly opened a channel to the Sarpendon. ” @Admiralty I have a contact clearing Lorell space, it is an 85X with no designations and limited emmisions. Suspect this might be your stolen ship sending coordinates.”

Broadsword-Eagle10/22/2018

Satisfied that he had passed on the important information, Broadsword went back to formulating his plans.

Broadsword-Eagle10/22/2018

As he worked on his plan and projected manpower requirements, Broadsword had been listening to the radio chatter from the CIVSEC investigative chase.

“Sounds like @Lt. Roan Blackbreed, CivSec and @Lt. Cara ‘Caz’ Reid, CivSec have been having a baptism of fire!” He muttered.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}10/22/2018

@Broadsword-Eagle mG secure channel: “Mr. Broadsword. No, I’ve not died or jumped ship. Typical large ship blackgang comms down here. Like fucking none. Interference from lack of core shielding playing havoc with mG also. Please advise @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO we need medical crew to scan and monitor the core. Engines are not online, plasma conduit another rat’s nest. Not sure how they got Vengeance to us. Please advise RSA I need to send secure comms to one Dr. Liam Daughrity, Origin Systems, New Austin, Terra. Drake techs will not show or share plasma specs until ship is released. Dr. Liam will have info I need to at least check on their work. Typical Drake hodpodge here. “(edited)

October 23, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 9:07 AM

mG msg to @Broadsword-Eagle#321 “Have you seen @Coun. Pascal Rhet? Think I lost her down here. Hope she’s not hassling the Drake people too much. BTW, a few of them are really hot looking babes. I think we need to convince @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO to build a bar on Vengeance also.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 9:19 AM

*Broadsword read @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} message and immediately relayed the request for medical assistance to the @Admiralty(edited)

he then put together a communique to the RLNS Accord. “For RSA, request approval for a secure comes outside of Lorell to a Dr Liam Daughrity of Origin Systems.” @Zokjin, Director, RSA

Finally, with a chuckle he told his Captain that the Councillor @Coun. Pascal Rhet had ‘jumped ship’ after the CNO opened up the RLNS Accord for fleetwide accommodation. “He has gone to the Accord boss, he wants to bag the best accommodations for his rocks.” Broadsword laughed.

Coun. Pascal RhetLast Tuesday at 11:26 AM

“SHE. Is back, yer lil’ rotter. But she’ll happily give ya a dickin’ if that’s what’s bein’ implied!” She called out over the mG group. “An’ lil’ Tristy is right, babes, far as m’eyes see. Dun feel like any’s be Interested in m’lanky arse though, shame.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 11:56 AM

Broadsword was a little baffled and bemused by the Councillor’s announcement. He looked along the port flight deck as he finished his three hour walk around.

“Welcome back Councillor. I meant no offence.” He said into his Mobiglas. “The Captain is still below in the Engine Room. I am headed back to the bridge, got some numbers to crunch and some people to recruit. “

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 2:28 PM

Back on the bridge, Broadsword sat himself back in the Captain’s chair and started to flip through the notes he had made on his Mobiglas.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 2:39 PM

After the bridge and engineering teams his next priority to complete the CNO’s shake down hit list would be a Flight Deck team. Despite this being a Drake ship, the automation in place for recovery movement and launch was pretty good so he thought a Flight Deck crew of four, who could double as Deck maintenance and general Spacemanship would work. They would need at least one embarked ship preferably a medium and a crew for that. That ship could double as both friendly and hostile for the Sensor and shield tests. To look after all of them and check out the Domestic and Cargo systems he was going to need a Logistics Officer with a Chef and two Logistics ratings.(edited)

Broadsword added these requirements to his Personnel recruitment listing, noting as he did that he had managed to fill all the spaces in his Bridge crew, the Second Pilot being the young man that had flown him over in that Argo. @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ would be pleased he didn’t have a watch on and stop on when he got here.

He also checked through the list of Drake personnel on temporary contract that had been working on the Vengeance. Four of them had expertise in the Flight Ops area which may help him out there. He sent them all personal messages offering a short term contract.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 3:24 PM

Although his ship inspection had not been with an Engineering eye, so far he had not found evidence of poor standards about the ship. Basic Drake style components yes, but poor standards no. He realised though that a proper engineering assessment would have to done by the Boss.

Broadsword opened his Mobiglas again and prepared a document for the Captain on his assessments.(edited)

For Command RLS Vengeance Manning schedule For approval Manning for Shakedown (Minimised for task) over and above the Command team (CO/XO). Executive Pilots (2) (filled) OOW (2) (one filled one on recruitment) Warfare Officer (on recruitment) Flight Ops Officer (on recruitment) Flights Ops / SM (4) (in process) (12) Engineering TBD (TBD) Logistics Officer (on recruitment) Chef (on recruitment) Logistics SM (2) (on recruitment) (4) XO Note Confident with this manning and subject to an Engineering assessment the ship will be ready to depart Dock area on 24 hours notice. Broadsword Eagle(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 4:51 PM

Tristan had been waiting for a reply from his brother on a secure ROL channel when he noticed one of the Drake techs sitting on a shipping crate taking a smoke break. wow… he whispered to himself. He walked over to her and simply said ‘Hey there’ then thinking that was stupid, she looked around quickly, acting like she might get busted for sitting. “Ya got another?” pointing to the smoke. She reached into her jumpsuit pocket and pulled a small pack and held it out to him. He had reached into his tool pouch and pulled out a flask, he unscrewed it and offered it to her. Again, she looked around quickly. As they exchanged the smokes and the flask, she took a healthy swig while Tristan pulled out his ancient Zippo and lit up. He was a bit surprised to find it was plain plant based substance.

“What’s your name? I’m Tristan, Tristan Daughrity.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:22 PM

Broadsword figured that he had done as much as he could without a crew so he thought it was about time he searched out some quarters. He took one look around the Bridge from the comfort of the Captain’s chair, aware that he was enjoying this a little too much.(edited)

He got up and went to the elevator, picking up his bag of kit he went in search of the XO’s hab.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Tuesday at 9:58 PM

With the debrief complete, Pope moved on to the never ending pile of dispatches. She saw one requesting medical crew for the Vengeance. After she had issued the appropriate orders, she penned a reply.

“Tristan, Mr. Eagle, three Cutlass reds full of Medical Dept people are enroute, along with supplies and equipment. You have a blank check, if you need it, ask. -ADM sends. @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} @Broadsword-Eagle

she thought about it, then sent another.

“Would like to come and see the new girl. No Pomp and Circumstance required. Not an inspection. When is a good time?”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 10:03 PM

(Just turning in, tomorrow OK?)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Tuesday at 10:20 PM

( of course)

October 24, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:10 AM

Just as Tristan was ready to sit next to the stunning brunette, his mG came alive with the Admiral’s msg for the world to see. The woman quickly looked around, thrust the flask toward him, extinguished her smoke and hurried off, although, Tristan did notice she looked back towards him as she turned the corner in the passageway. He chuckled, took a swig, one final puff, field stripped the butt and tapped a response. @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO “Thank you for the support and msg, ill timed as it was.” he laughed again, finished the flask, put it away “With the medical aboard we can assure you a safe boarding. I am confident that Mr. Eagle has a detailed report waiting for you concerning personnel. Me? well, I’ve been mucking about down here.”

“Mr. @Broadsword-Eagle I’m sure you are prepared to receive the Admiral asap. I’m not confident about the plasma coils, injectors, and cooling systems. From the looks of it, I’m surprised they got here.”

Tristan switched to a secure channel. @Broadsword-Eagle @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO “We need Lorell security with Category 4 scanners here also. I don’t trust any of the Drake Interplanetary to not be on the UEE’s payroll.”

He then took a few routine mG photos of the open panels in the core room and walked off in the direction of the brunette.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:38 AM

He stopped mid stride while “chasing” the brunette while reading a few mG msgs, totally missing the msg from the admiral about fuel needs. “Fuck” he said loudly. Fionna was still in the system with at least 22% fuel. He sent a msg to her captain: mG msg: Captain Dilford, make course to contact ROLS Accord, transfer remaining fuel as needed. CC: @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:31 AM

Being relentless, Tristan tapped his mG as he turned the corner in the passageway and found her working on an electrical junction. He decided to ‘play’ the old school movie cad and leaned against the wall near her, pulled out his case of hand rolls, pulled out 2 and lit them both, he damn near died from the bullshit of the ‘scene’ but couldn’t back out at this point. He offered her one.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:41 AM

Just then his mG lit up with a msg the 3 Reds had landed and medical crew were on deck in hangar 2 “Shit” He said as he handed the lit smoke to the woman, put the other in his mouth and headed to hangar 2. He mumbled under his breath: “No wonder CO’s are so cranky”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 11:11 AM

Broadsword woke up as the message announcing the arrival of the Medical team to examine the “Engine Bits” He hadn’t meant to fall asleep just sat down on the bunk, he was still dressed in full RSI Executive Explorer suit, comfortable but not the best for sleeping in. He stripped off wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the heads.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 1:24 PM

Ten minutes later dressed in his closest civilian clothes to a uniform and wearing his UEEN Leather Jacket Broadsword appeared in Hangar 2. Before him was his Commanding Officer fetchingly dressed in his Kilt and ensemble and a group of what he assumed were the Medical survey team they had requested.

“Good day Folks,” He said flipping the Captain a quick salute.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 4:48 PM

“Morning Mr. Eagle” Returning his salute. He turned to the medical teams “I need full scans of the core and engines. Hell, take your time and start there and work your way up. Lorell men and women are going to be stationed on her and we don’t want any third eye generations.” The leader of the group called them to attention, all snapped off a salute, and a “SIR, YES SIR” Tristan had given up, clicked his heels and gave them a smart salute back. Knowing full well all of this was the result of @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO and her command training.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 4:49 PM

Broadsword smiled.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:13 PM

A pair of Argos entered the pattern. “Vengeance approach, Party Bus flight of two. Request permission to dock for delivery of….humanitarian supplies”

@Broadsword-Eagle @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:15 PM

“Broadsword surprised at the call, snapped back into his Mobiglas.* “Party bus this is Vengeance you are cleared to Starboard pads 1 and 2.”

“I will meet you there.” He continued looking over to his Captain.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:16 PM

Tristan popped a new song in his head

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:16 PM

“Vengeance, Partybus flight of two. Cleared Starboard Pads one and two aye. Patrybus is calling the ball”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:16 PM

“Good times for Lorell. Park where ya want. Oh… XO’s got you clear on 1 and 2”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:17 PM

Broadsword walked swiftly to the Elevator up to the Flight deck just in time to watch the two Argos spin in the approach circuit and land.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:21 PM

Tristan was right behind the XO and changed his music.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:21 PM

Two of the most outlandish Argos in existence crossed the ramp and began settling on the pads. Bright lights with THE FRACTURED CORE scrolling across them screamed into the dark in constantly changing colors and patterns, timed to the booming music. Everyone within ear or eye shot stopped what they were doing to watch the two strange animals descend. As soon as the skids hit the ground, the ramp lowered, revealing what could only be described as a phalanx of scantily clad women in hotshorts and Ushankas. Some of them had backpacks filled with a clear liquid, attached to miniature ak-47 squirt guns. The women, as serious as any Battle brigade marched smartly down the ramps, legs, heels and breasts bouncing in crisp military unison. At the head of the wedge was none other than the Core’s owner, Candy…(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:23 PM

Broadsword was, to say the least, a little taken back.

He became aware of his Captain moving past him towards the Lady at the head of the Phalanx.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:25 PM

Seeing the startled officer, Candy made a motion with her hand. Two of the girls peeled off heading straight for him. One grabbed a chair, while the other shoved him into it, took a shot from her 47, straddled him and transferred said shot with a deep and passionate kiss. It was long enough and passionate enough that if he didn’t swallow he would choke.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:27 PM

Tristan erupted in outlandish laughter. He marched in front of Mr. Eagle, stopped, stood at the most military attention anyone had ever seen. He clicked his heels and gave Candy a smart salute, then in true Tristan fashion he held out both arms to her.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:28 PM

Broadsword started to struggle and then realising he was lost just went with it. It wasn’t a burden.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:33 PM

Candy, spotting Tristan, went straight for him. No help needed, she also shoved him in a chair. With a flourish, she removed her Greatcoat, revealing an absolutely tiny string bikini with the hammer and sickle over each breast. Sh also took a shot and delivered it with a kiss, wrapping her fingers in the man’s hair and beard, while grinding against his crotch. When she was done, she stood up, turned to her horde and shouted “CHARGE!”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:37 PM

Stunned, surprised and obviously aroused Tristan enjoyed every moment Candy was this close. He couldn’t wait to see what see would do next.

At this moment he was fully aware of the emotion/entertainment module he had surgically implanted years ago. It read his emotions and selected playlists accordingly. He chuckled. If they could only hear what was playing.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:40 PM

(Madonna)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:45 PM

The girls broke into a run, grabbing Sailors and Drake techs, shoving them against the nearest hard surface and shoving tongues or nozzles in their mouth while grinding firm bodies against them. The atmosphere went from orderly warship to frat party in 10 seconds flat. And with each pull off the alcoholic trigger, the Core’s central computer compiled the bill.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:47 PM

Wondering what the command CHARGE meant, Tristan looked around the hangar. Everything had stopped. Off to the side he spotted the brunette woman he had ‘met’ earlier. When the frat party hit the deck she unzipped her jumpsuit revealing a killer body. ‘I knew it’ he thought’.(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:49 PM

Broadsword, had not seen a woman in a bikini for many years, and this many equipped with automatic alcohol dispensers never. He relaxed and enjoyed the sensations but helpfully eased himself out of the seat still gripping the young lady, and eased her to her feet.

“Captain sir,” He called to @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}, “Can I suggest that we call an early finish to the day.”

“The work day that is…”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:51 PM

“WORK HARD, PLAY HARD XO” he shouted over the noise.

Tristan tapped into the ship’s comms “Day done Vengeance” Then cranked up the speakers in the

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:55 PM

Broadsword taking his CO’s lead, took the young lady by the hand offered her his jacket and led her below decks to the Mess Room.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 5:55 PM

Pope saw the two party Argos turn into the pattern right ahead of her. Knowing what she was about to find, she extended her approach to allow Candy and her minions time to establish the correct atmosphere. Smiling, she sent three messages, then turned into the break.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:00 PM

Tristan stood, took off his tool belt, danced to the center of the hangar, found a Vodka shooter

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:05 PM

Candy, hearing her mG beep, gathered 12 of her girls and arranged them in two rows of six. The glow of the incoming ship got brighter as it streaked towards the hangar deck. As it crossed the ramp, the golden phoenix symbol of the Admiralty was clearly visible. The Gladius settled, cockpit opening. The pilot removed her helmet, tossing her scarlet hair in a flourish. As her boots hit the deck, a computerized voice chimed across the ship. “CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS, ARRIVING.” The side girls snapped to attenion, bringing their “weapons” smartly to Port arms, then the position of attention.

the vodka shooter readily emptied her clip into Tristan’s mouth

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:07 PM

Broadsword was just about to step into the elevator as he caught a glimpse of the ship approaching. He wheeled round and snapped a salute as the CNO’s boot hit the deck.(edited)

His mind was racing, what a time for the Admiral to visit, he looked around the Flight Deck at the girls either in a formation guard (?) for their leader or affixed in one way or another to a member of the crew or Maintenance personnel.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:13 PM

Pope, seeing the Side boys, smiled as she realized Candy had gotten the message and arranged them for her. Not bad posture either. She saluted as she walked between them, Candy standing at rigid attention at the head of the column. “Welcome aboard Admiral” she said as she popped off a salute. Pope returned it. “Drink?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:17 PM

The vodka shooter was a well endowed young lady and Tristan tried to tip his head back while staring. Off to his right he caught sight of the Admiral’s Gladius coming in and off to his left the brunette woman dancing straight towards him. Since it wasn’t the first time he had been caught in a compromising position, he swallowed the vodka, gave the shooter a deep kiss, put his arm around the waist of the brunette, while turning in time to give a salute to Admiral Pope.

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:19 PM

Entering the pattern Dev keyed the Mic “Vengeance, this is Dragoon, Inbound”(edited)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:21 PM

Dragoon, Vengeance, you are cleared for priority landing Pad 3. Be advised of a Gladius on the pad.”

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:23 PM

“Vengeance, Copy Gladius on the Pad, cleared Pad 3.” Releasing the Mic, he turned into final. Dropping his gear he brought his ship down on the pad

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:23 PM

Broadsword was now a little agitated two admirals with a party going on.

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:25 PM

As the ship settled he started powering down the ship, before popping “The Lid” and lowering the crew ladder

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:25 PM

As appropriate for a Rear Admiral, the side girls peeled off into the appropriate number, the returned to a position of attention. Gala was impressed that the girls were so we’ll versed in military protocol

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:26 PM

Tristan, tied into ship’s comms, shrugged, tapped his mG

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:26 PM

As Dev climbed out of his cockpit he chuckled slightly at the thought of all the effort Candy had gone through this time(edited)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:26 PM

*A computerized voice chimed “Commander, Air Group, Arriving.”

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:27 PM

((brb running downstairs to top off the Coffee))

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:28 PM

With his arm still around the brunette, started walking toward the Admirals. “Gabriella” She whispered in his ear.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:28 PM

(pretty name)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:28 PM

(thanks)

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:30 PM

Dev eyed the CNO, and stared heading over. “Admiral, how are you” And extended his hand(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:34 PM

Lost for a moment, Tristan stopped, turned to Gabriella, looking into her deep blue eyes. whispered: “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” he was bad and let his hand slip from her waist to the curve of her bum and pulled her close.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:40 PM

Pope shook it.. “Afternoon Admiral. Welcome to the flagship of your Battle group. The CAG should have a birdfarm, afterall”. Shall we?”. She motioned with her hand. *Vindex should be here shortly.”

Gabriella giggled.. “Who is that?” She asked with a heavy Russian accent, pointing to the brass walking towards them

@Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} @RADM Dev Garason, CAG

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:44 PM

“Those 2 are people that are going to change your life. Do you like working for Drake?”

Just because 2 Admirals had landed, the party music had not stopped.

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:45 PM

Ah, Sounds good. Noticing Tristan Dev waved a hand and started walking over. “Don’t get all quiet on my part, Its been to long Tristan’Dev reached to shake his hand*(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:47 PM

Tristan shook the Admiral’s hand “Ah, not the most military greeting, but I believe it was her fault.” nodding towards Admiral Pope.(edited)

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:51 PM

What’s the celebration? Seems to be alot going on

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 6:52 PM

Pope adopted a look of innocence.

“By my count, you and Broadsword have been going for 70+ hours straight. I did say the fleet was on liberty, after all.”

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 6:53 PM

Ha ha alot of liberty at that

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:55 PM

“Admiral, you may be correct, but this is not the way to get me to rest” He laughed as he extended his hand. God, he loved strong women, hoping the music interface didn’t play publicly want he was thinking.

“Admiral Pope, Admiral Garason, this is Gabriella, evidently a Drake fiber optics expert.”(edited)

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 7:01 PM

“well that’s a useful skill to have around’ I think I need a drink, Dev looked around for something to quench his thrist

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:03 PM

Tristan motioned for one of the vodka shooters, but in the mean time pulled his flask out and handed it to the Admiral.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:07 PM

Pope shook the young Ladies hand

“Where is your XO, Tristan?”

@Broadsword-Eagle

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:08 PM

Gabriella blushed and quickly zipped up her jumpsuit before shaking the women’s hand.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:09 PM

Hearing the word “Drink,” a shot girl came over offering her nozzle and a smile

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 7:09 PM

Broadsword could hear someone calling from inside the Mess Hall where he was having a quiet chat with a nice young lady.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:10 PM

Tristan looked around the hangar. He shrugged. “Haven’t a clue Admiral. Chaos seems to have descended.*(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 7:12 PM

“I may have to go and talk to the Admirals.” He muttered in her ear quietly.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:14 PM

Tristan tapped a private mG msg: @Broadsword-Eagle “where ever you are, relax, I’ve got this. your choice.”

Evidently one of Candy’s ladies had taken control of the entertainment as the ancient old school

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 7:15 PM

The girl, whose name he still didn’t know, pulled him back down into the booth. “No Navy,” She whispered. “You don’t Candy will look after the Admirals.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:17 PM

“Sorry Admirals, have some fun, your orders.” the music moved him and Tristan pulled Gabriella aside and started dancing…. couldn’t help it.

Tristan felt guilty as he had just met Gabriella and there were at least 2 other women here we would love to dance with.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 7:19 PM

(My Captain is a horny SOB)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:19 PM

(not dead yet.)

(tmi?)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 7:22 PM

(No)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:24 PM

The music changed and Tristan pulled Gabriella into a classic dance position.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:26 PM

“Perhaps the two of you could show us around? I would like to see the largest troublespots first?”

“Dev, any requests?” @RADM Dev Garason, CAG

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:30 PM

Tristan whispered to Gabriella and kissed her on the cheek. He watched her walk a while, then turned to the Admiral’s. “Absolutely. Let me get my belt. You need to get rad badges from medical over there and we’ll drop down to the core and engine room.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:33 PM

Pope walked over and grabbed two pocket dosimeters, clipping one to her belt and passing the other to Dev.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 7:42 PM

Tristan grabbed his tool belt and trying to maintain a good posture led the admirals to the lift and passageways to the core. “Not to bad mouth Drake, but I believe the shielding on the core and engines could be a bit beefer. Nothing new, any ship I outfit that may enter hostile territory I want to be able to withstand a 5-11% overage. Something most manufactures feel is uneccessary.”

even with the music just in his head Tristan couldn’t stand still, music moved him. ugly sometimes, but never the less.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:57 PM

“What are your proposed fixes? Steel, lead, poly? All of them or something else?”

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Wednesday at 7:59 PM

Dev followed listening to the expert opinion

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 7:59 PM

Pope remembered from Reactor Principles that there were only three main ways to reduce radiation exposure, Shielding, distance and time. Distance and time were not going to be possible on a warship. Only so far you can stand away from the source and watches had to be stood. That left Shielding. The problem was that the best Shielding material was also the heaviest…(edited)

Pope thought a minute, drumming her fingers against her chin. She walked over to a nearby whiteboard in Engineering, erasing the equations on it. A tech started to bitch in complaint until a glare from her stopped it short.

“Tristan, would it be possible to establish an upwardly rotating proton field with a negative ion trap at the top? The problem is that Alpha and beta particles are opposite charges and gamma, the most damaging, have no charge at all, but act like electromagnetic waves. Alphas can be stopped by writing paper. Betas aren’t much worse, but gammas pack a hell of an energy punch. Most equations have 8 feet of shielding to effectively stop gamma waves, and still some escape.”

“A resonance field of equal and opposite polarity should curb the gammas, but it would have to be closely monitored, and still needs some sort of vent, otherwise we risk melting down the core”(edited)

Or we skip the fancy shit and add more physical shielding

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:16 PM

“Well, I understand your concerns, but we have to consider Drake has covered most of the core theory” one of the few times he wished his dad was here “what we are reading is minimal, but could overload their shielding in a overload situation. I think the best solution for that is the simplest, physical lead shield. Sure, it’s heavy, but easy to work and attach to the bulkheads. Besides, is Vengenace an atmo ship? Lead is cheap and workers don’t have to be that skilled to cut and rivet.”(edited)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:20 PM

Lead is cheap, she is not, but adding several tons of lead will reduce engine performance. It also has to be geometrically placed so as to not toss off the ship’s center of gravity

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:21 PM

“The other solution is asking where the radiation is going. Are there enough decks between the core and work spaces.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:21 PM

But the old ways are probably the best ways. I suggest finding a boron/lead slurry formed into the shapes we need. It is lighter, just as effective, but costs more. However, not worried about cost. Worried about crispy watch standers

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:23 PM

“We can do that. Do 3D scans of the bulkheads and have boron/lead formed for each. Not a problem.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:23 PM

No, not really. MILSPEC is as close to zero radiation leaking from the Reactor room as possible. Thousandths of rem an hour, if not less

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:24 PM

“I know I’m overly cautious. At 66 ya gotta be lot’s of living left.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:25 PM

The good news is that the info is readily available. At X % Reactor Power, Y is the alpha, beta and gamma output. Therefore Z inches of shielding is required to achieve the desired exposure at distance A.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:26 PM

Yes ma’am.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:27 PM

Distance A is 8 feet, desired exposure is zero, or as close as possible, rx power is 120%, the rest is a check with a bunch of zeros

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:28 PM

“If you approve of the plan, I’ll get the scans done for here and engine room and make them zero emissions.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:29 PM

Approved. Bill it to Drake and tell them to get their shit together. This is a military vessel, not some pirate rat’s nest

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:30 PM

Vindex had been held up with some paperwork that absolutely needed to be done that day, put off too long already, and he was feeling rushed and a little pissed at not being on time to the Admiral’s summons. Having only been on the Accord, he was looking forward to seeing the Navy’s personal Kraken up close….he had no idea how much more he was about to be bummed at being late…..

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:30 PM

Tristan laughed at the comment “Yes ma’am”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:31 PM

Vengeance approach picked up the incoming vessel and sent a hail

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:31 PM

Taryn’s pilot acknowledged and set the Hoplite on final.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:32 PM

Candy hastily reformed the Side boys having been informed of the incoming approach of the VCNO

The lights of the hangar flashed and grooved in time with the music. It looked like a rave to the pilot.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:34 PM

The craft dropped down to the prescribed pad and rotated 180 degrees to give him a ramp-down towards the ship. Taryn had gone inside the belly of the ship to debark and had no idea what he was about to see…

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:34 PM

*Tristan tapped off a msg to @Broadsword-Eagle “XO, please prepare a scanning team for core and engine room. Detailed 3D scans of bulkheads. Transmit data to Rodriquez Metalsmiths, New Austin, Terra. Please include msg from me to Benito. Ask for rush work and bill to Drake Interplanetary.”

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:35 PM

The ramp dropped with a hiss and his jaw dropped. So did the 6 former Marines with him and the co-pilot….the pilot was already pushing to the front

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:36 PM

@Zokjin, Director, RSA “Zok, Bro. Be advised we will need a pick up on Terra, Rodriquez Metalsmiths, ask for Benito. Authorized per Admiral Pope.”

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:36 PM

A quick scan told him ADM Pope and RADM Garason were already partying and Candy was flashing that incandescent smile at the head of her awaiting party. He grinned like an idiot and strode down the ramp with a smile. He’d brought champagne and some beer for christening, but not like this.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 8:39 PM

as soon as his boots hit the deck a voice chimed throughout the ship. “VICE CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS, ARRIVING*

The side boys cycled their weapons through Port at arms and to attention.

Candy had always had a thing for Vindex…she hadn’t seen him in a very long time. Jazzed up on booze and the party current, she practically tackled him, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. It was only a testament to his lower body strength that they didn’t go over in a heap

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:44 PM

Taryn was impressed he strode through the throng of hotties handling their…flamethrowers? at attention, very impressed. Candy’s rush hit him like a thunderbolt and he could’ve been bowled over…thank God for leg day. He was already jazzed up and snuggled right back, the last vestiges of stress from the prior day washing away in her embrace.

He accepted the kiss warmly and flashed her a smile. You look amazing as always girl!

You cook up the BEST parties!

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:49 PM

“Admirals, those are the worst places.” *Speaking to @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @RADM Dev Garason, CAG ” Little glitches here and there, but the Drake techs are fine.” he smiled widely(edited)

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:51 PM

((I’m a worst place?? lol))

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:52 PM

((ooops))

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 8:53 PM

((No worries I figured, Taryn’s still up on deck though))

Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of his men get jumped by a redhead who gave him her ushanka and started dancing, another dancer turned her “flamethrower” on another and hosed his face. He brightened even more. Pulling Candy close by the waist, he shouted, “THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!!!!”

He turned back to the Hoplite, Candy’s legs still wrapped around him, though shifted off to the right side so he could move, and jogged up the ramp calling, “FALL BACK! REGROUP!”

Four of the men were playfully fighting off or succumbing to the “onslaught” the rest followed him back to his large cooler on a trolley where he began passing out bottles of beer and champagne. He was sad when Candy slid down to accept a 2 litre, and made her promise they’d resume that stance later. Armed with alcohol, they shook furiously and charged down the ramp, fanning out.

Vodka met bubbly with liquid violence.

The men were outnumbered and outgunned though, when the champagne and beer cannons went dry they were forced to their knees and drank. Taryn whisked Candy off to the “dance floor” and totally forgot why he had been summoned there in the first place.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:33 PM

“ahh sounds like Tayrn just arrived. Anything else you want to show me, or should we head back to the hangar?” @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

The girls pulles their captives from their knees, taking uniform blouses, caps, and even a few pairs of pants as “ransom” before leading them to the make shift dancefloor…(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:35 PM

“No reason to ‘work’ when there is a party going on. Just needed a go ahead and your solution on that one. After you.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:36 PM

Pope returned to the elevator, pressing HANGAR

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:36 PM

on the way down, “I would like your permission on one other matter ma’am.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:37 PM

“What is that, Tristan?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:39 PM

“When I first came here a waitress from the G-Loc came with me. She met a young man and got engaged. He got killed in the pirate engagement last year and Candy took her in. I’d like your permission to give her the job of going to Terra to pick up the shielding for Vengeance. She has piloted my crafts after hours and I think she could do a good job.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:40 PM

“if she is qualified, I have no issue with using her as a courrier pilot.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:41 PM

“Thank you ma’am. I’ll clear it with Candy first.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:42 PM

As the doors opened, it became obvious that the hangar had descended into a full fledged rave. Gala could barely here herself think over the blasting classical music. LMFAO, in this case.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 9:43 PM

The scotch he’d shared with Aelyrya the other day, or that she’d shared with him was the first he’d had in awhile, and he certainly hadn’t been tying any on with all the Fleet maneuvers recently. He found the alcohol went quickly to his head, but he didn’t fight it like he normally would have. He rarely got a chance to cut loose like this anymore.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:44 PM

“Damnit. Tristan, I want every ship on this deck electronically disabled for 24 hours, including any that come in besides Civsec or Military Police. everyone takes an Argo. Last thing we need are a bunch of FUI’s.”

she tapped her mG, sending a message to Civsec.. I have about three hundred liquered up Drake techs on the Vengeance. Looks like prime interrogation material. I could also use some uniforms to make sure it doesn’t descend into a riot…or an orgy.”. she hit send @CivSec

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:47 PM

“On it.” *mG msg voice. CIC CO disable all ships now docked/landed on Vengence. NO EXITS, PERIOD.”

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 9:47 PM

Someone who had no idea there were three admirals in attendance or that the CO and XO of the ship were on deck grabbed one of the flare guns and fired off 3 rounds overhead before one of his mates tackled him and drug him out before anyone could identify him.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:48 PM

Tristan did a classic face palm, but then found himself ‘shuffling’ with everyone else.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:49 PM

“And find that ASSHAT and explain that we DO NOT fire flares on a GODDAMNED FLIGHT LINE!” @Broadsword-Eagle(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 9:50 PM

Broadsword and Vera, yes her name was Vera, emerged from below decks into the Hangar to the full on party that was going on.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 9:50 PM

“If that was one of ours, he will be scrubbing latrines with a toothbrush for the next month!”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 9:52 PM

Vera left Broadswords side and went over to a group of girls that were partying with some Drake personnel. He looked around the assembled team and spotted Tristan by the CNO, we walked over to them.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 9:53 PM

Taryn snapped up a bit at the flare, fucking artard. He called up and sent direct messages to get a few more gents down here, he had plenty of lads that could keep their head solid while partying, and if a riot started he wanted them here. Seeing several more ships land and a cluster of his cigar smoking friends at the outliers of the pad, he grew more comfy with the situation and returned his attention to the mesmerizing curves of the body shimmering in front of him.

“Hey XO, enjoy your nap?”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 10:03 PM

“Aye Captain.” He replied. Seeing that the Lorell Command team were in relax mode, Broadsword realised that they all needed top cover. He caught two of the Lorell recruits who looked reasonably sober and asked them to pull back from the festivities and stand watch, one on each side of the Flight deck, it would cost him some favours down the line but worth it. He returned to the bridge set up his MFD’s to show video of the party areas and all the ship approach lanes. He sat back in the Captains chair and prepared himself for a long night.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Wednesday at 10:06 PM

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Wednesday at 10:20 PM

A relief Officer of the Deck appeared in CIC. His shoulder patch said Arbiter. Upon seeing the XO, he saluted and said, “Sir, I am here to relieve you, Admiral’s Orders.”

@Broadsword-Eagle

October 25, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 6:17 AM

Tristan made the rounds in the hangar. Drake techs outnumbered the Lorell personnel, but Vice Admiral Vindex’s personnel stood watch over the crazies. He wished he could have talked to Candy about letting Bernie do the run to Terra to pick up the formed shielding, but she was the social butterfly and was making big creds tonight.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 6:30 AM

Suddenly his mood turned dark and he knew he needed away from the crowd. He walked swiftly away to the elevator and made his way to engineering.

He went to open his locker and couldn’t find the key. He thought and remembered giving a Drake tech the key when he first boarded. “fuck” is all he could say

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 6:41 AM

He stood in front of the locker for what seemed like forever, the music kicked in his head. He took deep breaths. He turned quickly toward the engine room, looking for the tool lockers. He threw each one open, looking through them, then moving to the next not bothering to close any. He found what he was looking for in the sixth one, a large pry bar. He stomped back to the locker, passing a Drake tech in the passageway that instinctively flattened herself against the wall. Tristan first swung the bar against the locker as the music in his head went to max. Breathing heavily, he slowed, forcing the bar into the small crack near the lock and put his weight against it. it took a while but it finally popped open. He slowed, took several deep breaths, then opened his mG. “Quarter Master, Vengeance – Tristan, acting CO please find broken locker door, Engineering, Section 1, Locker 13. Please replace and take creds from my personal account. Authorization 9132882/52.S”(edited)

Tristan dropped the pry bar and listened to it clank on the floor. He reached into the locker and pulled out a bottle of Terran whiskey and a satchel. He sat at a nearby table. He took a swig from the bottle then pulled out his flask and filled it. He dumped the satchel on the table and bottles and containers of meds spilled on the table. He picked up each one and looked at the labels.. Found the one he was looking for, shook out a few in his hand, threw them into his mouth and washed them down with a large gulp from the whiskey.(edited)

He sat and stared for a while as the music in his head pounded with his favorite playlist.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 7:11 AM

After a few moments, Tristan stood, straightened his kilt, pouches and tool belt, tugged his vest down and made his way back to the hangar with the party.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 7:57 AM

As he made his way into the party crowd, he ran into the pilot that had brought him over in the first place. He walked over to her and leaned to shout in her ear. “you sober enough to fly?” *She turned and looked shocked, I can fuckin’ fly anytime Sir” she was obviously not, but Tristan thought what the fuck. He took her hand and headed to her Argo. He tapped on his mG voice: “Vengeance Flight command – Tristan Release Argo 1C2166 for take off. He opened the pilot’s hatch and basically shoved her in. He entered the rear. Ship comms: pilot – Tristan RLNS Coffession to land.”(edited)

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Thursday at 4:39 PM

Dev walked around the Hanger admiring the expert work of the ground crew, their hard work showing as each craft was maintained in a very high state(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 5:14 PM

Broadsword had thanked the Arbiter Officer for his assistance and had set him to work monitoring the ships Closed Circuit Vids and the mobiglas chatter.

The frivolities had passed without incident, he sat amused as Candy’s girls made the most of the sales opportunity. He was a little surprised when his Captain had up and left the party. Even more so when the destination was another Kraken owned by A private citizen.

As he considered that things were at a stage where he could retire he noticed that Lorells CAG was wandering around the hangar complex alone. He decided to join him and discuss some of his operating ideas.

October 26, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:06 AM

Tristan had to wake up his pilot to return to Vengeance, but she slipped the Argo in on the party hangar perfectly.

He found the party was in the last stages of dying down so work could continue in the morning, or whenever a few hours from now would be.

He made his way to the bridge.

He arrived at the bridge with its skeleton crew and a young officer sitting in the Captain’s chair. He walked quietly to her side. He found the officer tapping on her mG and hadn’t noticed his approach.(edited)

Tristan just couldn’t help himself, he coughed to get the officer’s attention.

When he had the young woman’s attention he simply said: “Out of the chair.”(edited)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Friday at 6:35 AM

The young relief Officer of the Deck almost broke her neck scrambling out of the seat

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:38 AM

Tristan nearly wet himself laughing, but at the same time felt really bad for the joke. He had his hands up in a ‘wait, wait’ gesture. When he could talk he finally said. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I’ve always wanted to use that line. I am so sorry.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:46 AM

He offered his hand to settle her back into the chair. “Please, you’re OD, please take the chair.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:33 PM

Broadsword had a very productive chat with the CAG. Explaining that the ship in its Shake down cruise would need to borrow a ship or maybe two from his ORBAT to test all the systems. They were both happy that the engineering and maintenance set up was well appointed considering that is was a Drake ship. As the Admiral left he nodded at Broadsword and agreed to take his requests on board.

He then noticed his Captain returning and watched him go up to the bridge, he followed behind him and watched the prank that he had played on the Officer from the Arbiter, who he noted had been relieved by a young female officer.

“Captain sir,” He said to @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} “How was your trip?”

Frankly, Broadsword was amazed at the stamina of his friend and Commanding Officer.

“I have been hearing from the CAG about the Engineering issues we are having, I take it that that was the reason for your call to Origin and the Medical survey team.” He pondered before he carried on. “I am quite satisfied with what I have been able to function test on the Bridge and Aviation facilities, although I believe we still need to do some Hull and Armour sample testing.”(edited)

“Were you happy with the Manning schedule I put together?”

Broadsword watched as Tristan deep in thought looked blankly across the bridge.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:59 PM

Tristan turned to @Broadsword-Eagle “I am, very much so, as usual. You are not only a very talented pilot but obviously a competent officer.*

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:59 PM

Broadsword actually blushed.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:00 PM

He turned to the Officer of the Deck who had settled back into the chair.

“Please connect voice to ship wide, record and send to @Admiralty @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNO @RADM Dev Garason, CAG”

Tristan stood tall, smoothed his kilt, wishing he had changed clothes in the last week, pulled down his vest in a true captain’s fashion. Reached into his pouch, pulled out his flask. He took a sip.

“Admiral Pope, my dear commander, I am so honored that you named me CO of this fine ship, RLS Vengenace. But let us not kid ourselves, I am a rounder, a scoundrel, a worker, not a commander. My heartfelt thanks to all of the Admiralty, but as of now I relinquish my command. I transfer all commands, decisions, and responsibilities to XO @Broadsword-Eagle whom you all know is more than capable of commanding this fine vessel.”

With that he held the flask high, snapped to attention, gave the best military salute he could muster.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 6:11 PM

Broadsword was taken aback he looked at Tristran and shook his head.

“Tristran, go with it, together we make a great team.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:12 PM

“Captain, I am not going anywhere, but I know you are better at this than I. I will serve Lorell, the Admiral and you with all my spirit.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 6:14 PM

“It is very kind of you both to laud my competencies but to offer to transfer the Command.” Broadsword said, still embarrassed by the praise and the attention.

“I will take the transfer of Command until the @Admiralty have made their decision, one way or the other. From what I have heard Pope does not like to be second guessed!”

He punched Tristran lightly on the shoulder. “We both know what happened to the Captain on the last shake down cruise!”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:19 PM

Tristan looked badly sheepish “Well that is very true, but I know her to be a wise and fair commander. I know you haven’t been here long, but I know talent when I see it. Besides, someone has to run the Stanton blockade to get the new shielding for Vengeance. I’ve done it so often, the picket ships wave me through.” with that he laughed, took a long drink and offered the flask to anyone near. “I think you can stop recording now.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 6:20 PM

Broadsword took a sip from the flask raising it in a toast. “To the team.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:21 PM

“Amen Captain, now I’m going to crash for a few hours. I need to go to The Core to talk to Candy and Bernie.”

“Oh… permission to crash sir”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 6:22 PM

“OK Chief,” Broadsword replied. “Go get this shielding sorted so we can get this shake down cruise going.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:25 PM

Tristan saluted, leaned over to the OD and whispered. “Again, I am sorry. Next shore leave, drinks on me.”

He left to go to engineering.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Friday at 10:29 PM

Taryn crawled out of the Argo and made for his berthing area, hoping he remembered where it was. He’d made one large trip with the bulk of his gear, but the coffee was still kicking in and his head was a wee bit muddled from the night prior. He found his way without trouble, keyed the lock, and dropped the blanket on his bed. He set up his coffee machine and mug next to the stovetop espresso and tea kettle and headed for Engineering.

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Friday at 10:37 PM

The Garden of Gains. The House of Iron. The place where one went to look for answers to the Riddle of Steel. The place where Iron Warfare commenced. Gainsville. It had to be transferred from the Sarpedon. He took it upon himself to find a new home for it. It was actually something he was worried about, as small a matter as that was. The waning light from high overhead in the aft deck of the Sarp was a hallowed place that smelled of gunmetal, grease, afterburner jets, and sweat. The cold decksteel clashed with the hot iron sparks of grinders and behind it the gym was set up. Mostly cobbled together from broken parts, cables, and pulleys, with flywheels and gears mounted on bars over benches that were paid for in beer and Core chits to mechs that had spare time on their hands. This was his haven. And he insisted on having that haven on the Vengeance. He was especially worried about the lighting….the Vengeance bay was much better lit and he liked the dark. Especially when he was brooding or pissed. That was usually when he stormed out of the office to smash out his anger on uncaring steel.

Some of the custom racks and machines were set up on the exterior of the workbay, the broken parts and cobbled weights had been left on the Sarp’s hulk. He’d have to start from scratch, and he’d have to find a small hole in the wall to put them in…

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 11:32 PM

Tristan had cleaned up and slept for a few hours. He gathered up his kit and vacated the broken locker. He was happy to find there was at least hot coffee in the mess hall, thinking he should have staffed it. He shrugged as he poured a cup. Sitting facing the passageway he dumped his med satchel out and arranged them for consumption.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 11:43 PM

He didn’t want to leave Vengeance an Argo short by taking it to The Core, so he went to the hangar to find his new favorite pilot.

October 27, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 3:10 AM

After finding a makeshift ‘ready room’ the pilots had set up in the corner of the hangar, Tristan spotted the pilot. A quick conversation about his ship wide statement convinced her to take him over to The Core.

October 28, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 12:47 AM

mG msg to @Broadsword-Eagle Captain, Vengeance. “Good friend, hope you are getting some rest. Received notice from Benito about the shields. He took the liberty to computer cut them into pieces that 2 people could handle, smart move. He commends the scanning team. He has them almost complete and says by the time I make the jump he’ll have them ready. He also will have them crated in three crates that will fit in my Cutlass. The man is amazing. Here at The Core waiting to talk to Candy and Bernie, but regardless I will leave tomorrow morning and will be back asap. Tristan out.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:58 AM

Broadsword replied swiftly. “Fly safe. See you on your return.”

October 29, 2018

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:01 PM

Still a little stunned with his rapid change of status, Broadsword wandered around the habitation areas of the ship noting on his Mobiglas where he already had billets filled and who was already on board. To his surprise as he passed one of the Officer standard cabins on the Port side he saw a name tag announcing @VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNO , he did a double take and bringing himself to attention knocked on the door.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:09 PM

There was no answer, so he left a message on his Mobiglas welcoming him aboard and asking if he was happy with his accommodations or would like to move to the Captains quarters. @VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNO

Broadsword continued his patrol of the ship wondering if he would get to a state to be able to set up an Officer of the Day routine, which would make him feel much more comfortable. The idea of an Admiral getting aboard without his knowledge unsettled him.

He had another look at his recruitment table and shook his head, not yet. he was though glad to see that the first pilot @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ #was due on board today, that would at least give him a second to man the bridge.

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:17 PM

While everyone was preparing ,munching on his Flaming Hot Crunchy Cheetos, Erebus was touring around the new capital ship. He then stumbled upon the kitchen and mess hall. He spots a coffee machine and immediately begins making a ice latte to cool off his burning tongue. Enjoying his snack and drink he waits in the mess hall until further orders(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:19 PM

A ping on Broadswords Mobiglas advised him that Lt Erebus was on board and conveniently in the Mess Hall. It was a good time for a cup of tea. so he made his way there

As he entered the Mess he saw the young Lt sitting nursing a cup of milky coffee.

“Welcome aboard Lieutenant.” He said as he strolled over to his table.

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:23 PM

Erebus stands and salutes “Thank you sir.” o7 looks around taking in the beauty of the ship “She’s beautiful sir”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:25 PM

Broadsword returns his salute. “At ease, Lt. she certainly is that. Enjoy your coffee, I am just going to get myself something and, if you are happy, I will join you.”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:26 PM

It would be a pleasure, sir. sits back down and continues enjoying his snack

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:30 PM

Broadsword brewed himself a cup of tea, taking his time to ensure the infusion was correct and then after adding a drop of milk, returned to the Lieutenants table and took the seat opposite him.

“Thank you for agreeing to join us for this cruise. I needed a good pilot like yourself to take some of the more tricky manoeuvres we will have to do on this cruise, and of course to help bring the others along. I have written to your CO at 1st Squadron to thank him for your loan. I owe him a beer when I give you back!”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:37 PM

“When an opportunity like this comes up, its impossible to resist, sir. Wanted to see what she was like. So far..” grins “I see why the higher ups picked her up”(edited)

“She’ll do us more than fine , sir”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:40 PM

“Fully manned and with a full Flight complement she is going to be a force to reckon with.” Broadsword said looking at the enthusiasm in the young officers eyes. “We will only have a small completment for this time though, especially the first flight out. I will be requesting a small Flight from the CAG @RADM Dev Garason, CAG once we have the engine shielding and hull system check complete.”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:42 PM

“Roger that.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 4:47 PM

“You should also be aware that I am actually a Civilian, drafted in by the military for this task. Currently I am also “Acting” as the Chief Engineer asked me to take Command duties for him. I am waiting confirmation from the admiralty of my status. Command is not something I am without experience of though, so rest assured.”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 4:53 PM

*Understood, sir. I hope that we can have her up and running soon”(edited)

goes to the coffee machine and returns with more coffee

Broadsword-EagleToday at 5:01 PM

“Well I have some tests on the hull to set up with @Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas , and of course we have to await the shielding for the Reactro systems that @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} the Chief Engineer discovered. He is in fact off on a transport run now to pick that up.”

Broadsword finished his Tea, and then looking at the Lieutenant smiled. “Well take a couple of hours to sort out you accommodation and settle in. Then when you are ready get yourself up to the bridge and familiarise yourself with the Pilot Stations and controls. Let me know what you think. I will get back up there as soon as I have finished my walk around.”

Broadsword got up and turned towards the door. “Glad to have you on board.” He said over his shoulder as he left.

Once out in the lobby he went back up to the Captain’s cabin which he had yet to move into but the office section was useful, he wondered if the Admiral was going to be moving in here, and also how many staff he brought with him.

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQToday at 5:09 PM

(Gone to sleep. Be back in a couple of hours.)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 5:14 PM

He sat at the desk and started typing a message to the RLNS Serapis. For @Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas From Temporary Acting CO RLS Vengeance. Doctor, I have been tasked to carry out a Fit for Purpose Shake Down cruise for the Vengeance and amongst these requirements are a physical and chemical study of the make up, integrity and ductility tests for the hull and armour. I have had samples prepared from existing structure and if you are amenable I can get them sent to the Serapis for analysis. Thanking you in anticipation Broadsword-Eagle. PS How is the Minerva?

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 5:22 PM

Sitting in the Hot Tamale Cantina, South New Austin, Terra, nursing a Jose Cuervo MMCM and a lovely Terran ale, talking to Consuelo, Tristan tapped a secure mG msg: @Broadsword-Eagle, Captain, Vengeance. Yo Sir. Trip to Terra uneventful. Met with Benito, panels almost complete. UEE agent snooping around wondering about the shielding. Nothing a few tequilas and ladies at the cantina couldn’t handle. “

Broadsword-EagleToday at 5:43 PM

Broadsword received the message from @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} and typed a quick reply. “All tests are continuing with no delay, still manning up recruitment is slow but by the time you return I should be able to set up a watch system. Take care. Broadsword.”

Broadsword was putting the finishing touches to his Shakedown cruise planning, and realised that despite his chat with the CAG @RADM Dev Garason, CAG in the hangar he was yet to forward his formal request. He quickly typed out a message to him. To @RADM Dev Garason, CAG From Temporary Acting CO RLS Vengeance. As discussed request the following assets from your ORBAT for the Shake Down cruise. One Hornet, One Cutlass Black and One Argo. If approved I will inform you when we will be ready to embark. Broadsword-Eagle.

That complete he read through the planning document again. It was ready to send to the CNO for approval.

FOR CNO @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO Info @VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNO @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} Following is the draft planning document for the RLS Vengeance Shake Down Cruise, for your approval and amendment.

Shakedown cruise Planning document Whilst in Dock Recruit and man up with Shake Down personnel. Hull Integrity check Electrical circuitry check Hull and Armour Brittle fracture check Hull Ductility check Damage Control Systems check Maiden Flight (Short five day cruise to Magnus System) (NB. Request loan of One Hornet One Cutlass Black and One Argo from CAG) 1. Propulsion system check outside atmosphere 2. Flight Characteristics comparison outside of atmosphere On route to Magnus Jump Hole 3. Max Speed Check 4. Max G check 5. Quantum drive check Jump to Magnus 6. Automated Jump Point Navigation Check 7. Manual Jump Point Navigation Override In Magnus System 8. Flight Deck and Hangar routines and ready times assessment 9. Launch procedures in flight 10. Recovery Procedures in flight Move to Asteroid Field 11. Sensor Suite Check using embarked flight craft 12. Emergency Shut Down and Emergency Reactor Start up 13. Close in Weapons Systems check using embarked flight/asteroids 14. Damage Control Systems exercise 15. Shield Efficiency and regeneration times using embarked flight Move to Borea 16. Propulsion systems check in Atmosphere 17. Flight Characteristics comparison in atmosphere 18. Automatic Landing and Take-off Procedures Land at Drake facilities 19. Guarantee Defect Rectification (If required) Depart Magnus system for Stanton Regroup with the Lorell Fleet 20. Carry out in Flight Refuel 21. Test Fuel transfer systems CO Report to CNO results of Shake Down and consider further actions.

That complete he packed up the desk in case he had to move out and returned to his patrol of the ship.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Monday at 5:57 PM

As Tristan watched a couple of locals go through the pockets of the UEE dude, the msg from @Broadsword-Eagle came through. He looked at the list for the shake down and knew Mr. Broadsword would do well. It also told him that he couldn’t focus well enough to read it all. He whispered to Consuelo, she stood, helped him up, took his hand and they wandered off into the back. Tristan took the time to send a mG msg @Broadsword-Eagle “Well done.”

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Monday at 8:25 PM

((catching up))

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Monday at 8:26 PM

((same))

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Monday at 8:28 PM

Dev’s mG pinged to notify him of a new message, he quickly read the request before sending off a quick approval message @Broadsword-Eagle (Sorry about taking so long all over the place right now with moving)

Broadsword-EagleLast Monday at 8:30 PM

(No problem Dev, I had a lot to get out today!)

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Monday at 8:35 PM

MG to @Broadsword-Eagle Thank you heartily, but no, just need a place to lay my head and an office to work out of. Again thank you, you have the con sir. I’ll take personal responsibility for any ground forces and security in the area.

Broadsword-EagleLast Monday at 8:37 PM

Broadsword read the kind message from @VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNO and replied with a “understood sir”.

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Monday at 8:42 PM

((Looks on with jealousy as Tarn just called “Dibs” on ground forces))(edited)

VADM Taryn Vindex, VCNOLast Monday at 9:00 PM

((You’re ground forces to aren’t you? And here I was going to volunteer for Bomber Wing lol))

RADM Dev Garason, CAGLast Monday at 9:00 PM

((=())(edited)

October 30, 2018

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:01 AM

After finishing his snack he begins to write on his most recent scouting mission to Osiris. After a few proof reads he decides its decent enough to send to the @Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas who was on the RLS Serapis.(edited)

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:22 AM

Having not much to do Erebus gets another cup of coffee

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 2:30 AM

The general alarm went out across every mobi in the fleet. Pope hadn’t used the Lorell Broadcasting system much, except for drills, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the Sarpedon was in bad shape and getting worse. @everyone

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:33 AM

immediately jumps up from his seat and leaves the mess hall an runs towards the hangars. He mumbles to himself “It better not be the Vanduul”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:44 AM

Erebus checks his mgs as Admiral Pope issues an emergency assistance aboard the RLS Sarpedon

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:45 AM

“Vengeance – Tristan Agrona…. incoming from Sarpedon(edited)

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:49 AM

As Erebus gets on a the Cutlass aboard the Vengeance, he comms the bridge “Vengeance clearance, Cutlass, ready to copy.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 2:50 AM

Cutlass, Vengeance approach, launch and coordinate military efforts to halt the spin of the Sarpedon, over. @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:52 AM

Tristan brought Agrona in a bull’s eye, even when the injection hit his heart to slow it down. He stopped to feel the stop…… “Fuck……” *he laughed…. *” come fucking on… it wasn’t that fucking bad….” * he shook it off and landed…*

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:53 AM

Cutlass engines revving up waiting for take off confirmation

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:55 AM

Tristan went to his locker while the people off boarded. He went to check on the @Coun. Pascal Rhet and @Capt. Kaetha Amathi making sure they got off ok. He then filled his flask, took a long drink from the bottle.

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:55 AM

Erebus replies “Vengeance clearance, roger that” “Vengeance clearance, Cutlass, requesting present position departure” @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 2:55 AM

Cutlass, Approach, you are cleared to depart

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:56 AM

“Vengeance. – Argrona. departing”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 2:56 AM

Cutlass swiftly lifts off the landing bay and heads towards the RLS Sarpedons position(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:57 AM

As soon as Tristan feels the liftoff, he hits a hard starboard, and hits the throttle, takes swig… “Com’on baby…. fuckin’ lives to save”

Montague Cristo , SecStateYesterday at 3:02 AM

{From Belafonte}

Montague records a message for the Vengeance. “I don’t think my messages have gotten through, we are about one minute away and I saw you guys are with the Sarpedon, let them know we are coming.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 9:07 AM

after the rescue by @Broadsword-Eagle from the Sarpedon, Tristan stumbles to a corner and lies down an crashes.

The music in his head switched to a great mellow series.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 9:22 AM

although Tristan awoke with the feeling of running for the door

and anything was possible

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 10:30 AM

Having sent off Kaetha to medical and been advised she couldn’t do much till Kae woke back up, Pascal had found her place beside Tristan, quietly sitting next to him. “Slow down , cowboy.” She stated calmly.

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 11:04 AM

“Vengeance clearance. Cutlass & Argonas requesting permission to land “(edited)

@Broadsword-Eagle

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 11:06 AM

“This is Vengeance you are clear in Argona No 5 spot Cutlass No 6 spot. Finals. Welcome back.”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 11:08 AM

“Roger. Argona no5 Cutlass no6 landing. Good to be back. I need a cold shower and a beer”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 11:09 AM

“That’s all understood. Both are ready and available.”

LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQYesterday at 11:11 AM

Erebus and the Argona safely land on the Vengeance landing pads

cut off engines and power and exit ship. Both pilots high five each other and head their separate ways. Erebus heads towards the showers

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:32 PM

Broadsword heard the comms from around the stricken Idris. He was disturbed to hear that there was still people on board, he had been informed that Tristan was one of the last to leave.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:39 PM

Aware that most pilots had been flying in dangerous conditions overnight he called one of the new officers to the bridge.

Broadsword opened a comm with the Arbiter. “@ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @Admiralty This is CO RLS Vengeance. I have a Cutlass available to attend on Sarpedon if required. I do not want to get in the way of any Search and Rescue mission you may have ongoing, but if I am required request you have a S&R team of two standing by and I will pick them on route.”

Broadsword turned to the officer. “Ensign Trant, I have put an offer in to the Arbiter to take our Cutlass Black and aid in the rescue mission. Our pilots are over their hours already, so I will take it should it be required. I would like you to take the bridge and if you have any issues call Lt Kingsley to help you. Is that understood?”

(Trant) “Yes Sir, are you taking anyone else with you sir?”

“Yes I will take Spaceman Williams from the Flight Deck crew, I have been watching him over the last couple of days he is a handy man to have around. Please call down to the Flight deck and advise him to get geared up, and to prepare the Cutlass for launch.”

(Trant) “Aye sir.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 4:53 PM

Tristan came to with @Coun. Pascal Rhet sitting next to him. It took a few seconds for him to understand.

“The ship…..out of danger?”

He does love movie lines(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:57 PM

Broadsword tired of pacing around the bridge decided to go to his cabin and get suited up.

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 4:57 PM

“Eh, don’t look so quite yet…”

“We ‘av us some shit luck with Idris….Idri? Idrus? whatever..”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 4:58 PM

“No shit madam” he laughed “No shit”

“y’all got anything to drink? I got meds to take” as he pulled his satchel from his pouch

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:02 PM

“Alcoholic ok?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:02 PM

He suddenly realized who was next to him and how she got here, but this wasn’t Agrona.

“Of course”

“Where the fuck are we? Capt. Amathi ok?”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:06 PM

She handed him a half drunken bottle of tia. “Med bay, we’re on Vengeance.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:06 PM

Tristan dumped the satchel on the deck and arranged the bottles and containers.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:08 PM

Broadsword walked back onto the bridge fully suited up with a side arm just in case.

“Officer of the Deck any news?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:08 PM

He took the bottle and started taking a multitude of pills, washing them down with Tia “Thanks Madame Counselor” tipping the bottle to her

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 5:08 PM

“Vengeance, Athena, all help is welcome, but only if you have a qualified OOD to man the bridge.” @Broadsword-Eagle

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:08 PM

(Trant) “Nothing yet sir.”

(Trant) “The Cutlass is all ready and Williams has run through the start up procedures for you.”

As they spoke the message from the Admiral came in. Broadsword understood the concern for the Vengeance although he was not fully manned up yet for watches.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:11 PM

Tristan laughed loudly “Think I lost a few more brain cells over there.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:11 PM

“S’not a problem. think we’re gonna lose more yet..”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:11 PM

“OOD call Lt Erebus to the Bridge please, I would like him to take the Captains chair while I am away.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:13 PM

Tristan reached out his hand to the Counselor “Thanks for being here” He turned his head as tears started to flow.

“Well shit”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:14 PM

Broadsword opened a channel to @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} “Tristan, sorry to trouble you I know you are still recovering, there are 20 survivors still onboard the Sarpedon. I am going to take the Cutlass over there to lift some of them off. Lt Kingsley will have the bridge, but if you can keep an eye on things for me I would appreciate it.”(edited)

with that he left the bridge making for No 6 spot and the Cutlass Black that was on loan to them.

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:15 PM

“Bah, t’fuckin’ lady boss was terrible conversation, on account o’ ‘er knockin’ erself out.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:15 PM

Tristan tapped his mG “Like hell you’re going without me”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:16 PM

She reached over her chest with her hand, to shove him gently. “Oi, c’mon you.” She stated, standing and offering a hand to him.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:16 PM

On the way he sent a quick message to @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO . “Admiral, Vengeance is covered, I can help, on my way to Arbiter to pick up a S&R crew. ETA 15 minutes.”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:17 PM

He took her hand and stood, wobbly, but stood. Did a check of his suit “Wait for me @Broadsword-Eagle”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:18 PM

Broadsword smiled, there was life left in him yet. “Meet me at 6 spot and ask @Coun. Pascal Rhet to keep an eye on things for us.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:20 PM

“I’m not gonna let you be the only crazy mofo going over there. Copy that. Counselor, you’ve got the conn” he headed out the door and down the passageway to 6 spot(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:20 PM

Broadsword was confident that Lt Erebus and Ensign Trant with the Drake personnel and the two Flight deck crew could manage a ship in dock, but it was nice to know that the Councillor was onboard too.

“Councillor, you do not have the con. @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ has the ship, no one repeat no one is conning anywhere in Vengeance today. I would appreciate your assistance though.” @Coun. Pascal Rhet

As he finished typing that message he walked out onto 6 spot and noticed that Spaceman Williams had the Cutlass warmed up and ready.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:23 PM

Tristan laughed at the comm. “Ooooops, mybad” He then realized he still had the bottle of Tia in his hand, he looked at it, then drank the rest.

Tristan grabbed a helmet as he got to the airlock at 6 spot, locked on and went through(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:28 PM

Broadsword had Williams stand by the rear door to wait for @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} and climbed into the Pilots seat of the Cutlass.

” @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} We are just about to lift off Tristan shake a leg.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:30 PM

“Aight, assistance in what way?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:30 PM

He ran/shuffled to the down ramp of the Cutlass, hitting the close as he went by “ON, let’s go”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:31 PM

Broadsword saw the message from @Coun. Pascal Rhet as Tristan boarded and he started to lift off.

He opened a comm channel to the councillor as he flew.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:33 PM

Tristan strapped into one of the jump seats in the back

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:34 PM

“Councillor, this is Broadsword, sorry I should have been clearer, I have left the ship in the capable hands of Lt Erebus, he is though not a politician or wise in the way of this worsening situation. Having a wise head to offer advice is a good idea. Is that something you could do for me?”

@Coun. Pascal Rhet

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 5:48 PM

“Possibly, sure. ah didn’t drink THAT much…” She jested, already making her way to the bridge to find her quarry, poor boy..

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:49 PM

(Pas, Erebus is here in spirit only… pressure of work, so you have to play him too!)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:49 PM

(Work sucks)

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 6:23 PM

(Ah, understood…I was just looking for things to do, to keep involved and such.)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:26 PM

(Well you could be wandering around the ship doing the hearts and minds things, after all one of Lorell’s Capital ships is in flames they may need some reassurance?)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:06 PM

“Vengeance control – Tristan, ECHA here Permission to land.”

God he loved the Dragonflies in his life.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 8:07 PM

Lt Erebus heard @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} dulcet tones and immediately gave permission to land on the Dragonfly bay.

He then sent a message back to his CO to let him know that the Chief Engineer was back and safe.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:11 PM

Tristan landed the fly in the bay. He stepped off and the whole adventure hit him, his knees buckled a bit as he held onto the handlebar.

The hangar crew seemed a bit puzzled as the dragonfly had the markings of the Arbiter.

“Don’t worry bout that boys, I’ll return her soon enough” as he took his helmet off and tossed it to one of them “oh, that too”

He took a few more steps, leaned over, put his hands on his knees and took deep breaths. Tristan laughed. He stood, looked up and crossed himself. whispered: “Thanks.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 8:57 PM

Pascal stepped into the bay, her large boots clinking on it’s surface as she waltzed up to Tristan, lurching infront of him. “Havin’ fun?”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 9:12 PM

Pope saw the neutrino spikes on her Command display. Those spikes only meant one thing. Imminent Core Breach. She didn’t even think. With a fast motion, she keyed the Fleet wide Announcing System and ordered “ALL CRAFT COMBAT LANDINGS! FLEETWIDE EMERGENCY JUMP! AUTHORIZATION ATHENA-BRAVO-ZULU-ONE-NINER!” Then she turned to her comms officer.. “Comms, tell Vengeance she has approximately 3 minutes to get her fat ass undocked and into hyperspace or else it will be the shortest Command Stint in history!”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 9:23 PM

“Ooph, that looks like our call.” She was already gone, surprisingly speedy for someone often so slow. In moments she was where she needed to be, aiding in the prep for a hyperspace jump. @control

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:26 PM

Broadsword had just stepped on board the Vengeance as the Call came over the comms.

Me sprang into action

“ @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} get the engines up and running emergency power.*

“Lt Erebus get the Deck crew to release all tethers we are getting out of here.”

“I am on the way to the bridge when I get there I want to get out of here.”

(I was watching telly sorry!)

Capt. Kaetha AmathiYesterday at 9:30 PM

Captain Amathi is still unconscious in the medbay aboard the Vengeance.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:31 PM

Broadsword ran onto the bridge, noticing that Erebus was in the pilots chair firing up systems.

“ @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} are we ready to go?”

The huffing over the Comms breathed “ready”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 9:33 PM

(no need to apologise! @Broadsword-Eagle )

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:34 PM

Lt Erebus noticed the thrusters and main propulsion come on line.

“We are all ready to go sir, Tethers released all crew in board ready for launch.”

“Have you ever brought a Capital ship out of dock Lt.” Broadsword asked.

“No sir.” Lt Erebus replied. “But If you give me the chance I won’t let you down.”

Broadsword smiled. “Right answer Lt. Take her up, as soon as she is clear I want maximum throttle and a Quantum Jump plotted to clear the area.”

“Aye sir.”

Erebus eased up on the thrusters and the ship vibrated as it pulled against the gravlev of the Dock. He felt the stern lift first and immediately added power to the fwd thrusters

Broadsword was using the Command seat controls mirroring the movements his hand hovering over his buttons to take control if necessary.

*Erebus managed to check the lift and the ship lifted easily and completely clear of the dock.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 9:42 PM

neutron radiation alarms spiked throughout the ship. View ports tinted as a new Sun appeared on the horizon

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:42 PM

“Full throttle stand by to jump.” Broadsword talked calmly but firmly.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 9:43 PM

“Sir, multiple contacts inbound! 15 seconds to impact!”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:43 PM

“Ready Sir.”

“Jump.”

The Blue fizz of the Quantum fission wrapped around the ship pas the space distorted and the ship leapt into Quantum travel.

(Wow, fast typing or what!)

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 9:45 PM

A Starfarer sized chunk of the Sarpedon passed through the space where the Vengeance was just a second before

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:46 PM

Broadsword looked over at the Ensign that had announced the incoming contacts. “Well done Trant that was a good call. Did we pick up anything in the Quantum bubble?”

(Trant) “No sir, but that was a close run thing.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 10:03 PM

“Very close..”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 10:03 PM

Broadsword looked over at his First Pilot @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ. “Well done Lieutenant Kingsley, that was an expert emergency extraction from a dock. I could not have done it better myself.”

He looked around the bridge, there his him the pilot and Ensign Trant, with their guest Madam Councillor @Coun. Pascal Rhet watching on, not exactly a full team, but a team nonetheless. It was time to take stock, see how many they had on board and how he could utilise them.

“Erebus, see if you can track down where the rest of the fleet ended up and get is to them will you. Ensign, full range on all sensors if you please I want to know as soon as anything enters range. We are far from being war fighting fitness and I want plenty of warning.”

“Now Madam Councillor,” He turned to @Coun. Pascal Rhet. “You don’t have a @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} sized hip flask in those pockets of yours do you. I could do with a shot after all that.”(edited)

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 10:16 PM

“I got a mini Tristan sized one.” She stated, offering it up.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 10:19 PM

“many thanks.” Broadsword took the flask and took a healthy gulp, it was sweet but a spirit none the less. He looked over at Pas. “To survival.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 10:31 PM

“Survival’s over-rated.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 10:33 PM

“Says the spirited lady with one arm who escaped out of a Jeffries tube when a ship was on fire around her, dragged our beloved Madam Speaker half way around the ship and then got her here.”(edited)

“That’s a point, how is the Speaker?”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 10:50 PM

“As far as ahm aware, still out cold, and good to be, she’d be ranting and raving about now…”

“Survival don’t mean shit if y’don’t live.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:14 PM

“Got that right Madame Counselor” as he held up his flask to salute @Coun. Pascal Rhet as he appeared at the hatch to the bridge. “Permission to enter the bridge Sir” Tristan stood at attention and saluted @Broadsword-Eagle(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:25 PM

Broadsword turned to look at his friend, amazed at his resilience.

“Of course @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} , you have no need to ask permission. I hope that you have been checked out by medical, you have had quite a 24 hours.”

“We do need to discuss our options now we are out of dock, if you feel up to it.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:29 PM

“Thank you Sir.” He offered his flask around. “Holy shit, no lying there. What I need to do is find the crates I ejected. I think Consuelo packed us goodies in the small one.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:31 PM

“Well if those crates were not picked up by someone they are lost to us now. What is more important is what protection, if any, we have for the personnel manning the Engine Room spaces, and how long we can continue to run the reactor unshielded”

Broadsword’s mind was running a series of problems that had been created by their rapid departure from the Dock. Not least their poor manning situation, they were not up to strength enough to man a two watch system, which was unsustainable for any length of time.

They still had the Drake personnel on board and those who had not been asked or accepted a contract for the Shake Down would have to be returned somehow. Fortunately, the Arbiter @CDR Brackstone, CO, Arbiter had followed them through the Quantum jump and therefore they had some back up. Where the others had jumped to @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ was still trying to ascertain.

Broadsword turned to @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} again who was sipping from his flask and obviously deep in thought.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:42 PM

“Let’s keep the fires burning Sir. With permission I’ll head to the core, monitor it. We’ll get back to Terra soon enough.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:43 PM

“Any ideas on the rotation we need for your team to keep them safe, and able to procreate?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:45 PM

“I’ll grab a tech on the way down” he winked “I’ll have them relieve me every 4 hours. I’ll come topside have a meal. If that’s acceptable, Sir.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:45 PM

“and Tristan, you do not need to call me sir. We are friends and contractors, just doing a job for the Admiral because she has a sweet spot for you!”

“Tristan, you are already compromised from yesterdays efforts, don’t push yourself further than you can come back from, do you hear me?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:48 PM

“I can only dream that were true. Will do Mr. Broadsword. @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ did a fine job getting us out. Let’s see what this beast can do.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:49 PM

“He did that.”

“OK get back to your Engine Pit, keep me informed on your progress, try and remote as much as you can to reduce the exposure.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:51 PM

“Copy that.” Tristan headed to the mess to get some coffee if there were any.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 1:53 PM

Broadsword watched Tristan leave and then returned to his problem evaluation. He started to tick through them in his mind, then opened his Mobiglas and started the list to clarify their position and order some kind of priority.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:56 PM

Tristan grabbed a cuppa joe that turned out to be cold, so he slammed it pretty quickly. He passed a couple of Drake techs, stopped, hoping one was Gabriella, but they were both guys. He talked to one, who had mG signed the temp contract with ROL. “you’re with me. sailor. Name? I’m Tristan”

“Sergey Sir, glad to meet you.” he extended his hand. Tristan shook it “Drop the sir shit. Sergey, you and I are the black gang.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 2:05 PM

As he began to create his list he realised he hadn’t had a personnel requirement for the Engineers.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:05 PM

He loved to hear the sound of his mag boots clinking on the deck. They took the tram, then elevator to the lower decks and walked forever. They had passed a small storage room far enough from the core to be safe. He turned to Sergey. “Ok, here’s your job. Set your mG for 4 hours, go there and make yourself comfortable. Turn on the mG rad sensors. If it goes off, go topside. In 4 hours come to engineering and get me. Got it?”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 2:06 PM

“ @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} how many more engineering staff will you need for a two watch system.” He messaged the Chief.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 2:08 PM

@Broadsword-Eagle “If we’re not picking up too much rad I could use 1 more.” He laughed “Of course that is minimal.”

Tristan had reached engineering and fired up all the monitors/systems. He told each to run diagnostics.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 2:10 PM

“Understood thank you. “

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 2:21 PM

( @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ ) “Sir, I have heard from the Arbiter @CDR Brackstone, CO, Arbiter . They have a location for the fleet and will coordinate our Quantum jump to their position. It looks like @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO is looking to put us as far away from the Sarpedon incident as possible. It is probably going to attract a lot of attention.”

“Understood, Lt. Thank you. That is one problem off my list.”

Coun. Pascal RhetYesterday at 3:25 PM

“Mmph, we should be ‘ere, helpin’ clear the muck..”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOYesterday at 3:31 PM

* a msg comes over comms.* “Vengeance, Athena. You are cleared to continue preps for shakedown cruise. Use time away from Stanton to measure Core radiation and determine if shielding dimensions were theoretically correct. Transmit billet requirements to Fleet for personnel assignment. Have permission to maintain Kingsley TDY for squadron coordination and defense, although the VENGEANCE is not, repeat, NOTcleared for combat ops. Self Defense, then retreat if need be. Vengeance is cleared to return to Fleet Anchorage as needed. -ADM sends” @Broadsword-Eagle @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 3:48 PM

Broadsword read the CNO’s message, well that clears up another problem, he thought. He quickly looked at his notes and went back to the Admiralty.

” @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @Admiralty Manpower requirements to maintain a two watch system and facilitate the Shake down are as follows. 1 Pilot, 1 Warfare Officer, 1 Flight Ops Officer 2 Officers with OOW Certification 2 Engineering rates, 1 Doctor 1 Paramedic 1 Supply Officer, 1 Chef 2 Logistics SM. Broadsword.”

Capt. Kaetha AmathiYesterday at 3:54 PM

(Am I dead yet?)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 3:55 PM

(No but I don’t have a Doctor to assess you…. you are on my to do list that is yet to be published…)

As the communications with the Admiralty was no reopened Broadsword thought it was time to make his hit list public and air his suggestions.

” @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @Admiralty info @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} . The following are the issues that are outstanding following our hurried departure from Dock. Reactor Shielding (The shielding was ejected with tags to assist with Sarpedon) Manning to achieve two watches (As advised) Medical expertise required (reason for Doctor and Medic) to monitor radiation issues Cross deck craft from Arbiter Drake Dragonfly and Drake contractors 2 Argos and 1 Hornet to Vengeance (as discussed CO Vengeance CAG) Drake personnel not contracted to Vengeance to return Madam Speaker to return once medically assessed by Doctor. Hull and Armour analysis (With @Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas Serapis)(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:12 PM

“Continues… Madam Speaker is currently in a coma being monitored by my one class 3 Paramedic. I will need an assessment by a Doctor before transferring her to Arbiter or your chosen location. If the Reactor shielding was picked up during the Sarpedon demise then this can be transferred to us for fitting when safe to do so. If not alternative shielding will be required. Cross decking of personnel and ships can be done concurrently once we are with the fleet. A possible solution to the Shielding and return of Drake Personnel would be to visit Borea (Drake Factory) for a Guarantee Defect rectification including the Shielding. CO Vengeance.” @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO

@Capt. Kaetha Amathi

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 4:43 PM

“Bridge – Engineering. Diagnostics complete, no errors whatsoever. Proceeding to power core for ship wide full power.” Tristan edged the core up in 5% increments until it reached 65%. He waited.

He monitored the power grid, turning on a few more systems throughout the ship.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 4:51 PM

he knew Drake systems could power all the systems aboard with only 85%, so he started kicking it up. He took out his flask. “come on baby.”(edited)

The matter/anti matter injectors were functioning perfectly. At 75% there was a bit of a shutter in the #3 pump, and he wondered if Drake had flushed all the components. He shrugged. @Broadsword-Eagle @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ had obviously pushed Vengeance when getting away from Sarpedon, so he doubted anything debris still remained.

He took a sip, poured a bit on the deck, crossed himself and asked the core for 90%. He figured why the hell not.

He heard the hum and felt the slight vibration that comes with having a sun being formed in the next compartment. The core was happily humming away at 90%. He checked the power grid monitor, and one by one finished powering Vengeance.

“Bridge – Engineering Happy to report core at 90%, throttling back to 85%, power 100% ship wide. Standing by.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:23 PM

Broadsword looked up from his deliberations when he heard The Chief’s call.

“Roger that @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} That sounds all good, what is the Radiation leakage like?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:47 PM

“Not bad at all. Sensors showing minimal, but still wouldn’t want to spend a 12 hour shift next to it.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:49 PM

“OK, thanks, that makes me feel a bit better about you being down there for a full shift. When you come out next though, do me a favour and take a walk over to medical and get a quick check up.”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:49 PM

“Ready to refire the engines, starting them up and will transfer them to the helm.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:52 PM

“OK thanks.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:53 PM

“That’s a great idea. My head is pounding still.” Tristan watched the monitors for a sec, started the engines. They purred like a kitten. “Helm – engineering you have 100% control.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:54 PM

( @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ ) “I have the Engines, thanks Chief.”

“Ship responding on all thrusters Sir.” Erebus reported.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:59 PM

Tristan walked down the passageway and found Sergey, he had transferred his kit to the storage room. He took him to engineering and explained what to watch and when to call him.

“Touch nothing” he said in his best fake Russian accent.

Tristan was laughing loudly as he headed to medical.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 10:40 PM

He was feeling pretty shitty by the time he got to medbay. He went in and couldn’t help but to see @Capt. Kaetha Amathi still in bed. Suddenly he felt better.

“Well shit.” he stepped to her bedside when an EMT stepped in front of him. “I don’t know you and don’t think you want to meet me this way darlin'”

He simply moved the EMT aside and stood at her bed.

He touched her arm, bowed his head, said a prayer, he crossed himself. “Whose gonna rag on @Zokjin, Director, RSA if you’re not around?”

Tristan hadn’t been depressed in weeks, but this hit him. Hard. He left.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 11:15 PM

He went down to engineering and talked to Sergey. “You’re it man. You’re on comms with the bridge and me. Call them if you have to.” He looked around the compartment. “You got any manuals or some such shit?” He responded in broken English that yay in his kit. “Come on get them.”(edited)

Tristan went with Sergey and stood there as he dug in his kit. He pulled out 2 manuals and while digging a bottle of Vodka. Tristan grabbed the vodka. Sergey looked like he was busted. “English manuals, or whatever Drakespeak is these days.” He held up the bottle that was 3/4 full. “I owe ya. Спасибо”

Tristan took off for medbay.

When he got there the same EMT was there and he quickly stepped out of his way.

Tristan grabbed a chair and dragged it to @Capt. Kaetha Amathi bedside. He threw down his kit, piled the manuals on top, sat, held the bottle to the Capt.

“May you live a long life, Full of gladness and health; With pockets full of gold, As the least of your wealth. May the dreams you hold dearest, Be those which come true; The kindness you spread, Keep returning to you.”(edited)

He took a healthy pull. His head was pounding. He opened the first manual and started reading aloud to her.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 11:36 PM

He tapped his mG and despite the pounding the music exploded in his head. He couldn’t even hear himself reading. He wished he could get a msg and ship to anyone of the 6 medical doctors in his family.

November 1, 2018

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:02 PM

Broadsword had managed to get a couple of hours of sleep in before the messages of approval for personnel and requirements came in. He walked onto the Bridge to find the @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ and Ensign Trant between them had coordinated with both the Arbiter, Accord and Fairchild as the ships met up.

( @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ ) “Cross decking operations for personnel begin in 2 hours sir.”

“Thank you Lt.” Broadsword replied taking his seat overlooking the sparsely manned but very efficient bridge. Ahead of them they could see the Arbiter and the Accord in line abreast. “RLNS Fairchild are sending a team across shortly to recover @Capt. Kaetha Amathi. She is still in a Coma, but the Paramedic says her vital signs are improving, @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} is with her presently.” the Lieutenant continued. “The Fairchild has said they cannot spare us a Doctor for the Shake down but will give us 2 Paramedics Class 1.”(edited)

Broadsword got up and walked to the front of the bridge overlooking the Flight Deck pads and noted that the Cutlass and the @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} ‘s Ship Argona had ben moved below to the Hangar. He added a note to himself to ask if Tristan was going to store hi ship for the cruise.

The Dragonfly from the Arbiter was already out on the pad at the Dragonfly bay and the Argo was positioned on Spot 4 ready for the cross deck serial.

(Cutlass Red) “Vengeance this is Fairchild 1 request clearance to approach.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:18 PM

Tristan had been reading for hours about coolant systems, hyper drives, the history of quantum drives, (which he found interesting), taking the occasional sip. He stopped suddenly. He tapped off the music. “Damn it @Capt. Kaetha Amathi wake up.” He hit the bed frame with his boot. He dropped the manual, stood and calmly walked to the medbay sink and barfed up his socks.. The EMT in the compartment snickered and made the thumb/little finger drinking sign to himself, shaking his head. Tristan saw him but didn’t give a shit. He knew he had a concussion. Good thing he hadn’t gone to sleep.(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:18 PM

“Ensign Trant, please give approval to approach for the Cutlass Red, assign him 6 spot, and inform the Med Bay that the Medical team will be with them shortly.”

The Cutlass Red called Finals and was given permission to land by Trant. Broadsword stayed at the front of the bridge and watched the perfect touch down and th medical crew disembarking from the rear door with a gurney.

Broadsword nodded satisfied that Madam Speaker was on her way to getting the best possible attention, and walked back to take his seat.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:25 PM

Tristan washed up and stood by the Capt’s bed. He took the bold move of holding her hand while he said another prayer. He then released her hand and crossed himself.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:29 PM

( @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ ) “Once the Personnel and Ship crossdecking is over the @Admiralty have arranged an Unrep with the duty Starfarer for Fuel and Supplies. @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} has given us his requirements for Hydrogen Water and Quantum fuel and we have forwarded the figures to the Starfarer.”

Broadsword smiled. ” Lieutenant Kingsley sounds like you have a career as an Ops Officer ahead of you.”

( @LT Erebus Kinglsey, 1st SQ ) “Thank you sir, but I want to be a Pilot. It was the new Logistics Officer that arranged all of that.”

“New Logistics Officer? Is he on board?” Broadsword asked.

“No sir,” Erebus replied, “but he is on the Arbiter and is working for us already.”

Broadsword felt satisfied that things were going smoothly. He sat back in his chair and reviewed the messages that had come in whilst he had been asleep.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:35 PM

Tristan was still standing by @Capt. Kaetha Amathi bedside when a flurry of activity burst through the passageway into Medbay.

He started to shout “What the fuck?” But he caught sight of the Fairchild’s patch on the Doctor’s coat and the 4 personnel.

He had been around medical persons all his life and so didn’t wait for them to tell him to get out of the way.

He stepped back and let the Doc take vitals while 2 manuevered the gurney into position and lowered the bed rails.

The Doc stepped back and Tristan knew it wasn’t @Dr. Dakk “Doc” Bankston, SecMed which was a real shame, and bumped into the chair, it slid, hit the vodka bottle, it clanged over, spilling, the Doctor looked down, then up at Tristan with a frown, then realizing what was going on, and gave him a ‘thumbs up’ sign. Tristan could only shrug.(edited)

The orderlies prepped the Capt., shifted her to the gurney and they were out in the passageway in an instant.

Tristan was going to follow, but realized he didn’t have his helmet so could only go to the elevator anyway. He did a little wave from the hatchway instead.(edited)

He did go forward to try to see from the bridge the ship leaving with her though.

He burst through the bridge doorway.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:46 PM

Broadsword joined Tristan at the front of the bridge to watch The Fairchild 1 launch.

“That was very efficient.” He said.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:47 PM

“Doc has trained every medical here personally.”

“I’ve been in his medbay a few too manytimes.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:48 PM

“Well he has done a good job, and to be honest Tristan,” he looked the Chief up and down. “I am not surprised.”

“You do tend to throw yourself into danger at every opportunity with a handkerchief and a prayer.”

Broadsword laughed.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:49 PM

Tristan put his hand on Broadsword’s shoulder and laughed loudly

“And sometimes I forget the handkerchief.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:50 PM

“I have just been reading through the messages, you are going to have 3 more mechanics down below to help you in addition to the Drake guy you have now.”

“I will forward you the personnel manifest as soon as we get them all on board.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:51 PM

“Sweet. Oh shit. Engineering – Bridge Sergey, you still alive down there?” Which brought a look of dismay on Sergey’s face.

“Yes, I am.” he replied.

“Capt. I gotta run, poor guy’s been down there this whole time. I’m gonna send him to medbay to get checked. Think we’ll have a good reading.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:54 PM

“I have also had the lab results back for the Serapis, the Hull and Armour has passed all tests chemical, resistance and ductility with room to spare…..” and then he realised that he was talking to himself. “See ya Chief.” He said to his retreating back.

Broadsword had also noted that the Radiation leakage although not as bad as it had been first thought was still above what was expected. The Accord had no such leakage, and this confirmed the fault as a Guarantee defect. Borea, here we come, he thought.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 2:58 PM

Tristan relieved Sergey, sending him to medbay for rad check. He checked the monitors, everything was in the green. He eyed the cot Sergey had dragged in. He laid down.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:04 PM

(Lt Kingsley) “Capt sir, Arbiter is signalling she is ready to transfer personnel and craft.”

Broadsword walked back to his seat where he had a good view of all stations and the forward landing spots.

“Roger, Lieutenant. Lets get started.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 3:29 PM

For the next hour there was a the bustle of a ship in formation carrying out Cross decking. Arbiter @Capt. Brackstone, CO, Arbiter had arranged the ship in a reverse chevron formation with Vengeance in the rear and below so that the Argo’s and other ships could come into both the Port and Starboard Flight Decks and then have a clear run back to their own prospective ships. At the Mid point of the operation an officer resplendent in the Black and Red uniform of a Lorell Navy Commander appeared at Broadswords side.

“Captain sir,” She said quietly so as not to be intrusive were he too busy. When he turned and acknowledged her she gave a crisp Salute. “Lt Cdr Talbot sir, reporting as your Logistics Officer.”

“Talbot, welcome to the Vengeance, I hear you have already been busy on our behalf.”

“Just a little logistics preparation,” she said, “The Admiral said that you were not too familiar with Lorell procedures and that you could do with some support.”

“Admiral?” Broadsword asked raising an eyebrow.

“Admiral Pope Sir,” She said. “I am one of the Officers on her staff, loaned to you for this cruise.”

Broadsword was impressed. Loaning their staff around was not somethings Admirals were want to do. In the UEEN anyway.

“Well I am pleased to have you Lt Cdr Talbot. as soon as this,” he waved at the symphony of ship transfers going on ahead of him. “Is over we can discuss the ship in more detail.”

“Of course, sir.” Talbot said. She nodded and as she noticed the Captains attention move back to the action, she turned and left the bridge.

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 4:00 PM

Once the transfer was complete, all personnel aboard and ships returned to the rightful places the Vengeance was fully manned and with the loaned complement of ships, The Cutlass Black “Vengeance 1” The Hornet “Vengeance 2” and an Argo “Vengeance 3” with their complement of pilots. They also had Tristan’s Argona in the hangar and four Dragonflys.

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 4:14 PM

As the Arbiter and the Accord completed they pulled out of formation and returned to their positions in the Fleet disposition. The Starfarer for the liquids transfer pulled up alongside and commenced transfer of hoses. Within twenty minutes the Vengeance’s tanks were full and the ships broke apart from each other.

Broadsword awaited the call of all secure from the deck before sending a message to the Admiralty.

” @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @Admiralty RLS Vengeance embarkation and replenishment complete, request permission to proceed as ordered.”

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Thursday at 4:19 PM

*Vengeance, Athena. You are cleared for restricted operations. Fair winds and Following Seas. -ADM Sends. @Broadsword-Eagle @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 4:20 PM

” @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ You heard the Admiral, Make it so.”

* @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ Brought the Vengeance around in a slow turn away from the Fleet as he spooled up the Quantum Drive to take her to the Magnus Jump Point, the whirring of the drive could be heard around the bridge. As it stopped.*

“Quantum drive spooled and Calibrated sir. Destination set Stanton – Magnus Jump point.”

“Jump.” Broadsword ordered.(edited)

The Blue Fizz of the Quantum energy surrounded the structure of the ship as the drive activated, the view ahead started to distort and the Vengeance left the Lorell fleet.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 7:30 PM

Tristan hadn’t meant to sleep, so he was on the edge of awake when he heard the QD spooling up. He was up in a flash. He went to the engine monitors and saw only the correct numbers and green. He felt the slight surge as the huge ship left formation.

“Nice.” Sergey showed up and his scan data had been put in his personnel file. Tristan reviewed the numbers, a bit puzzled. He chuckled. Maybe the core shielding was like some of the early crafts he had read about, leaking fuel until they hit velocity.(edited)

November 2, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 2:54 AM

The other 2 mechanics reported for duty and Tristan set up an 8 hour/24 hour rotation. This left them a bit puzzled as to when the Chief was gonna take his watch and Tristan could see the ‘grumbling’ type looks. He didn’t give a shit. He knew he could out work his new babies any day he wanted, and twice on Sunday. “Take 2 hours to get familiar with the systems and how we need to respond with such a small team. One on, two off, with one on call will be the standard for the shake down. You 3 get to know one another and depend on each other.” He handed the remaining 1/4 of the vodka bottle to Sergey. “You have the first watch dude.”

Tristan didn’t have to look back to sense the incredulous looks aimed at his back. He laughed.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:49 AM

He found his way to the mess. He sat, put his pounding head down and crashed.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 6:20 AM

Tristan raised his head enough to realize he wan’t in The Core, nor Candy would kiss him awake.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:15 PM

As the RLS Vengeance flies through space he remembers that Magnus is the home of the ships manufacturer, Drake Interplanetary. “Maybe we can get some upgrades” He thinks to himself wile petting his arm chair.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:28 PM

Erebus then immediately begins checking the ships systems “All systems in order, sir. Shields and weapons functional. Engines and Quantum Drive looking good.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:29 PM

“Thank you Lt.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:30 PM

“yes, sir”

“commencing autopilot in 3…2…1.. auto-navigating to Magnus Jumppoint.”(edited)

he exhales as he leans back in his chair(edited)

“She’s functioning more than optimal, sir. We will jump out of quantum in 40 seconds.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:38 PM

“Thank you Lieutenant.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:44 PM

The RLS Vengeance approaches the jump point. System AI blinks warning Erebus the ship is about to jump out of Quantum

“Sir. Approaching jump point in 3….2…..1 ” The RLS Vengeance stops just in front of the jump point. Erebus sees that the large hole wobbles and distorts light

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 12:52 PM

Tristan raised his head from the cold table. It took a sec to realize where he was, nothing unusual.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:52 PM

Erebus comms the entire ships “Ladies and gents. We are about to jump to our destination, Magnus. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated at all times, until the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position. If you are seated next to an emergency exit, please read carefully the special instructions card located by your seat. If you do not wish to perform the functions described in the event of an emergency, bad luck, too late. Thank you.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 12:53 PM

Tristan laughed at the announcement. He recognized the LT’s voice.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:54 PM

(if magnus is 11.29 AU away how long does it take to fly there?)

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:55 PM

Broadsword rocked back in his chair with laughter.

(Absolutely no idea. You make it up!)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 12:55 PM

He walked to the coffee maker, but it was empty. He looked in the small cooler for something to drink and found someone’s beer, a light wimpy beer, but stole one anyway. His throat felt better.

He half crushed the container, pulled a marker from his pouch and wrote: “Owe ya one, Tristan.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:57 PM

“Lieutenant you have a very good sense of humour, but maybe not broadcast it to the whole ship.”

(6 hours sounds good!)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 12:57 PM

Bridge – Mess hall Hey Capt do we have a mess crew yet?

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:58 PM

Smiles at Broadsword and continues “Procedure sir!” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Erebus Kingsley and I’m your chief flight attendant. On behalf of Captain Broadsword the entire crew, welcome aboard the RLS Vengeance, non-stop service from Stanton to Magnus. Our flight time will be of 6 hours & 11 minutes. Thank you.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:58 PM

“Aye Chief the chef should be down there.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 12:58 PM

Erebus slowly approaches the jump point “Ready on your mark captain”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 12:59 PM

“Jump.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 12:59 PM

Tristan thought, 6 hours? Then remembered what ship he was on and how huge she was.

Tristan made his way behind the service counters and into the mess proper. He look around for supplies.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:02 PM

the RLS vengeance engines roar rattling every nook and crack of the ships. The lights infront of the Kraken twist and tort and suddenly a flash of light brightens the screen. The RLS Vengeance began to fly at warp “Polarizing the screen, sir” The windows dim down the light making it easier on the eyes(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:03 PM

(Nice thought)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:03 PM

Tristan felt the surge as @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ kicked her into high gear. Nothing felt out of the ordinary.

Tristan was in search of food.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:05 PM

Erebus proceeds with systems check again “Quantum engines..check, Engines…check, Shields & armor…check, weapons & turrets…check, landing gears…check” “All systems working as intended sir. We are good”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:07 PM

The mess cooler was bare, which was disappointing, but he found boxes of MREs in the mess storage. He found the box marked BREAKFAST and popped it open.(edited)

Tristan quickly grabbed 6 and left the mess.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:10 PM

Erebus leans back and lets the computer do all the work. Comms the crew “Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign, and you may now move around the cabin. However we always recommend to keep your seat belt fastened while you’re seated. In a few moments, @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} will be passing around the cabin to offer you hot or cold drinks, as well as breakfast/dinner/supper/a light meal/a snack. Alcoholic drinks are also available.

Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight. Thank you.” Erebus chuckles as he watches Tristan leaving the mess through the screen(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:11 PM

“Ya right” Tristan responded to the msg as he made his way to engineering

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:11 PM

“That’s enough Lieutenant.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:11 PM

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:12 PM

“We are not in an episode of Gilligan’s asteroid.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:14 PM

Tristan knew the LT had a sense of humor, but also knew @Broadsword-Eagle was all navy, well at least used to be. He hoped it wasn’t too tense on the bridge. When he got to Engineering he found one of the new mechs at the monitors. He set down the MREs on the console.

“She looks good, doesn’t she?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:14 PM

“Understood,sir” Erebus clears throat and continues his duties at the helm

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:15 PM

“Sir, yes sir” the mech replied.

“Never served on a black gang before, have ya?”

“Sir, no sir.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:17 PM

Broadsword looked around the bridge, it was nice to have a full team, and some of his team have been up and on duty for a long time. He looked at the two OOW’s he had been assigned.

“Erebus, can you spend some time with Ensign Trant whilst we are in Auto pilot and familiarise him with the systems, I would like the two of you to spell each other on the watches.”

“Lt Rodney, I would like you to be the Officer of The Watch with the Ensign as the pilot to give us a good spread of expertise.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:22 PM

Tristan was opening a MRE with the last outburst. “Ok, look. we’re the people that make this ship run. We don’t salute, we certainly don’t call me Sir all the fucking time.” He handed the mech 2 of the boxes.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:23 PM

“Lieutenant Commander Buckley, as the Admiralty has seen fit not to provide us with the a Warfare Officer, I would like you to familiarise yourself with both stations and then put yourself on call by the OOW should they need either expertise.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:26 PM

Erebus, who was looking forward to another bag of Cheetos sighs “Yes…sir…. ” faces the new ensign “come here kiddo see this button…” Erebus take the nervous ensign through all the wires, buttons, screens of the helm(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:27 PM

“I’ll watch this, get the others.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:29 PM

“Right team, if I am needed I will be below in my Cabin. Lt Rodney you have the ship. Lt Kingsley as soon as you are happy the Ensign has the weight get yourself some off duty time.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:30 PM

“Aye sir”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 1:30 PM

(Rodney) “I have the ship.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:30 PM

Erebus salutes the captain as he leaves o7

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:32 PM

He returned shortly with the other 3 that had been assigned to engineering. They looked great in their clean jumpsuits and snapped to attention. “Sir, yes sir.” and saluted. Tristan hung his head. “you didn’t clue them in? Look, first thing. If one person in this group knows something, we all know it. Got it? Sir, yes Sir” was the response.

Tristan thought this is gonna take a long, long time.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:33 PM

Erebus continues lecturing the already confused ensign giving him no time to breath

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:35 PM

He shrugged, handed out the meals. “Eat….. eat it all. Whose got beer? vodka? whiskey?”

The 4 looked at each other confused.

So Tristan repeated the question slowly. “Beer?…….. Vodka?……….some fucking thing to drink?”

One of the 4 answered “I have water Sir” Tristan hadn’t realized one of the 4 was female. “thank you… ah?”

she didn’t have a clue he was asking her name and she looked at the others.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:43 PM

After drilling the ships systems into the ensign he tests him “Allright. Where’s the parking break, ensign Trant?” the ensign stares blankly and sweats profusely trying to figure out where the “parking breaks” were

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:43 PM

his head was pounding, he wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had eaten “Ok, ok…. just sit and eat, all of you.” he motioned the guy out of the chair and took the monitor station and tore into the MRE Tristan ate like a mad man.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:44 PM

Erebus bursts a loud laugh and gives the ensign a big slap on the back “Bwaha! There’s no such thing as one!

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:44 PM

He wasn’t sure what he was eating, but that was nothing new.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:45 PM

the ensign confused at first and then spurts a laugh

Erebus then turns serious “You think this is funny ensign Trant?!”

the ensign stops his laughter and quickly goes back to looking confused

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:47 PM

the 4 quickly sat and opened the MREs and quietly ate. Finally they started talking to one another, throwing the occasional glance Tristan’s way.

Tristan motioned toward them, snapped his fingers and instantly had their attention. “Watch this”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:48 PM

“This is a life and death situation here ensign! Press the wrong button and we all die! One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait’ll you’re sitting pretty with a case of Tevarin shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.”(edited)

the ensign nodes quickly and squeeks out a “yes …sir”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:49 PM

“Bridge – Engineering WHO THE FUCK YOU GOT FLYING THIS THING? I’ve got alarms and bells and whistle and red lights all over the FUCKING place. WHAT THE HELL?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:50 PM

“You hear that ensign! That’s one of the many lives down there you’ve got on your hands” the ensign looks like he’s about to faint(edited)

Erebus comms @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} “Its all right. Just some training”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:51 PM

Tristan roars with laughter. “Mybad LT…. Knew you had a noob up there. It’s all good here.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:51 PM

Erebus presses a button stopping the alarms at the engineering room

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:52 PM

Tristan looked at his ‘crew’ they were all staring at him with their mouths open.

“Oh come on, that was fucking funny. You guys are no fun.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 1:56 PM

taps the ensign on the back “At ease ensign, I’m just teasing ya. At least you’ve memorized what I taught you, yeah? the ensign nods aggressively ….till the end of his days Ensign Trant would never forget anything the LT taught him on this day…(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 1:57 PM

One of the mechs had a worried, disgusted look on his face. Tristan motioned to him. “What’s your boggle?” He stood sharply at attention. “Permission to speak freely Sir.” Ah…. Tristan had found the one he needed.

“Go on.” looking for any rank insignia “Private ah….”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Friday at 2:00 PM

Erebus finally finishing up teaching the ensign leans back and throws a bag of cheetos at the ensign “eat up” the ensign still shaken, softly thanks the LT as he also grabs a bag of his own. The two begin to munch on their snack while keeping an eye out on the ship(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 2:01 PM

“Private Wilson Sir”

he slightly turned to see any support from the other 3

“First name Private Wilson?” the kid looked like he would wet himself any minute, which Tristan really didn’t want “Relax, Wilson, what’s your first name.?”

“Pet….. Pete…… Peter Sir.”

“Go on Peter.” Tristan had swiveled his chair around and leaned forward at this point.

“Well, Sir. If we” He motioned around the compartment “If we make the ship run and control all that, I believe that strict decorum in line with military standards is required. Sir.”

If Tristan had a cred for everytime he had heard the speech.

Tristan gathered up the remains of the ‘breakfast’ MRE, shoved it back into it’s box. He stood, knowing full well this was like some bad bad scene from a bad movie, but he couldn’t help it. He brushed the crumbs from his kilt, smoothed it, pulled down his vest true Star Fleet style, wishing he had a shot to play the tug/shot game. quietly he said. “Do you know your crew mates names?” he held up his hand so there was no answer “no? you better. You do realize we are on a military vessel of a rogue, separatist group? The UEE is gonna come looking someday. And when that day comes they aren’t going to play nicely. When they come with ships blasting and Sergey there is stuck in a jefferies tube trying to get weapons online and calls for help, I hope to God you know who the FUCK is talking to you. Fuck decorum. It’s each other that will save this ship and each other. So FUCK you too.”(edited)

“If it’s strict decorum and all that you want, get reassigned, but never, ever, salute me, or call me sir again. Claro?” Tristan had slipped into the street language of his youth.

*Now, get back to sleeping or your stations. we’ll talk later. that cot is mine.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:39 PM

He decided to find the head and a shower, he felt so cheesy after that speech. But he also knew he had get a team going.

November 3, 2018

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQYesterday at 3:03 AM

After reporting to the captain, Ensign Trant looks at Erebus. He is calm but still as a rock, only his eyes and arms moving at a certain tempo and amazing speed(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 3:03 AM

“Done sir.”

Tristan hit the ship air waves with:

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQYesterday at 3:05 AM

Around his vision everything is black except the center. His focus only allowing Erebus to see what he needs to see. He is engulfed with adrenaline, and repeats the process of looking at the monitor then back to the screen, over and over again, flying the ship through the twists and turns of the wormhole until further orders(edited)

(Im gonna leave it at that so that Broadsword can come in)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 3:07 AM

Cat and Rylie returned, each with a bottle of whiskey in their hand. Tristan smiled hugely, took one of the bottles. He handed it to Pete. “To your first wormhole on watch.” Pete took a sip and handed back the bottle. Tristan took a good long pull

(cool)

“ah… that’s good. Better than good.” He motioned to the ladies. Rylie popped the cork and drank, handing it to Cat, who reluctantly sipped.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 3:20 AM

“Ok folks. get some sleep. I’ll take the watch.” They all looked at Tristan with some fear. “It’s ok, got some new pilots, but this is a huge fuckin’ ship. Ain’t gonna fall apart. And please, please. No more ‘Sir’, Tristan, Mr. Tristan, Mr. Daughrity or whatever ya want instead of Sir. Go on, go sleep.”(edited)

Tristan sat at the console, put the bottle of whiskey at his side and waited.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 4:10 PM

Broadsword had been glued to his seat, his right hand an inch away from the Command joystick and his left hovering close to the Command veto button, which would have given him the helm, in case it was needed. He nearly activated it when the ships shields screeched into the worm hole wall but he saw the quick response from the pilot and returned to his standby stance. He had acknowledged Trant’s report with a nod his eyes not straying from the convoluted and multicoloured tunnel that was the worm hole.

“Ensign Trant, give me a countdown to the end of the worm hole please.” He asked. ” @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ keep up the good work, we will stay in manual until we arrive at the Magnus system.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:24 PM

One by one the Engineering crew started coming into the compartment. All were in their skivvies and Tristan thought things were getting very casual down here.

Tristan had not made a rotation schedule as he had learned in such a small group it usually works it way together, considering sleep patterns and such.

Leaning back in his chair and making sure he didn’t stare at anyone in particular, skivvies and such. “Ok folks, you need to get the lay of the ship. Get your kits together, work clothes, EVA suits, helmets, electronic tool kit, machinist tool kit, run of the mill tool kit. Find all of the jefferies tubes, learn how to use the tram, find ship’s stores, locate the salvage area, the trash dump and introduce yourselves to the XO, Lt Cdr Clair Talbot. Got all that? Good, now go.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:41 PM

Cat, Rylie, Pete and Sergey took off and spent their time moving about the ship. They worked well together like they were on some sort of scavenge hunt. Tristan just hoped they put clothes on.

November 6, 2018

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 1:44 AM

After receiving his orders, Ensign Trant is able to calm himself. The captains calm and composed demeanor was rubbing off on everyone on the bridge Looking at his monitor “ETA to Magnus, 30seconds, captain”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 1:51 AM

Erebus heard only the muffled sound of the captain’s commands, yet he understood his orders. Erebus was in a trance, too concentrated to hear or see the unnecessary, his senses only picking up what was required. Nothing else mattered.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 10:20 AM

Tristan could hear down the passageway the sounds of his team talking and laughing. Rylie appeared at the hatchway holding his kit bag. “Tristan, isn’t this your kit? We found it in the mess hall.” He then remembered leaving it there, what, 2 days ago. “Cool, thanks.” He got up to retrieve it.(edited)

“We also brought you this.” Pete appeared with a mess tray. On it was a burger wrapped in paper, a pile of fries, and onion rings. “Whoa. Galley is functional I take it” Tristan’s mouth watered. “I’ll take the watch while ya eat.” Pete said as he brought the tray.

Tristan sat nearby and took the tray and was about ready to ask about something to drink when Sergey showed up with a pitcher of what looked like golden amber liquid. “Can’t have a burger and fries without beer Chief.” Tristan nodded his head as he was chewing on what he discovered was a bacon cheese burger. Cat appeared with 5 glasses in her arms.

Tristan swallowed “You guys are the bomb.” They all looked at each other and laughed. “What?” He said.

More burgers appeared as the 3 plopped on the deck. Seems the Chef, Mr. Buckley, had spent some time on old Earth in his travels.

“You guys get all that stuff done?” Tristan said between bites and drinks of amber ale. Rylie seems to be emerging as their spokesperson and said. “Sure did Chief.”

“Excellent work team. Excellent work.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 10:53 AM

Broadsword acknowledged the coutdown from Ensign Trant as the ship hurtled towards the end of the worm hole, he relaxed internally and moved his hands away from the controls.

The end of the worm hole was announced with a a clap of sound which reverberated about the ship and the brilliance change of view as the confused colours and twist and turns of energy that made up the hole burst into the vista of black which was the space around the Magnus star. The type K main sequence star glowed ahead of them the only object visible in the darkness.

Broadsword could see the visible relaxation of @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ shoulders as the ship emerged.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 10:59 AM

Exiting the worm hole always made a big sound in ships. The 4 on the floor looked up and were startled.

Tristan laughed after finishing his ale. “Welcome to the Magnus system mates.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:01 AM

“Ensign Trant, take the con.” Broadsword ordered. ” @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ Very well done. That was a baptism of fire that you came out of with flying colours.” He smiled as the Officer nodded back to him.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:03 AM

Tristan stood. “Ok, get this cleaned up. I’m gonna get cleaned up and change clothes, finally. Thanks for my kit. Two of you suit up, get your helmets, check your gear.”

He glanced around his shoulder as he went out the hatchway. All 4 had a terrified look on their faces.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:04 AM

“Now @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ I think a few hours off duty are in order for you. I am going to make some changes in the watch make up thanks to your promotion and your clear expertise in the handling of a ship of this size. Come back in three hours and we will discuss the set up and our next couple of serials.”

“Chief.” Broadsword called @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} over the internal comms. “are you free for a consultation on our plans?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:11 AM

Tristan was in the shower when the call from @Broadsword-Eagle the Captain sounded. “I am Sir. Be right there.” He finished, sonic dried and put on his EVA suit, wiped his custom mag boots clean and grabbed his helmet. He was in the lift in a flash.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:13 AM

@Broadsword-Eagle Erebus’s palms and undershirt were sweaty. His senses back to normal, heard the captain’s orders loud and clearly “Yes sir” he replied After pressing several buttons and handing over the helm to the Ensign, Erebus stood up saluted o7 and left the bridge.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:13 AM

He entered the bridge, expecting the typical guard at the entrance, then remembered they were a skeleton crew. He saw the Magnus system out the bridge viewport.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:14 AM

“Sleep well Erebus.” Broadsword said to his back.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:14 AM

Erebus salutes Tristan as he walks into the bridge

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:15 AM

Tristan gave him his lazy civvie salute. “Knock that shit off LT… and congrats on the promotion.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:16 AM

“Just teasing you” replied Erebus

Erebus slowly walked to his room, trying remember what his body did

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:19 AM

Tristan walked to the ‘window’ of the bridge over looking the landing pads.

“Nice view Cap.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:19 AM

Broadsword got up from his seat and walked over to Join his friend.

“It is that.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:20 AM

Tristan was wondering how the hell he ended up here.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:20 AM

“How are you Mechs coming along?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:21 AM

“Oh, they’re green, scared straight, but coming together nicely.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:21 AM

Erebus can’t remember the past half hour if his flight, only glimpses of bright light. However, he remembered he felt good while flying manually(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:22 AM

Tristan stretched a bit to get the EVA suit fitted correctly.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:22 AM

“That’s good, because we have some shake down serials coming up that involve them.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:22 AM

Tristan laughed. “Oh, I figured that.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:23 AM

“Well I don’t want to push the whole ship thing too much, but we need to make sure that the systems are going to operate properly and give the Admiralty a kind of steer on the real manning they are going to need for this thing.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:24 AM

He tapped his mG “Engineering – Tristan Who’s suited up and ready down there?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:24 AM

Erebus arrives at his room and strips naked removing his sweaty clothes. He then take a hot shower

Erebus dries up and grabs a clean set of his uniform and buttons up

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:26 AM

“I would like your team to do a familiarisation of and check of the Damage Control and Fire Fighting systems, if you haven’t already done that, and then what I am hoping to do a little later is carry out a General Quarters Drill with some exercise DC thrown in.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:26 AM

The comm came back “Tristan – Rylie Cat and I are ready.”

He turned to the Captain. “absolutely. You get my msg on the galley incident?”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:28 AM

“Yes thanks, some underlying problems there?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:28 AM

“Ok, Rylie – Tristan You and Cat go to the flight deck, walk to the front of the ship…… stay there for 5 minutes, then report.”

“Well, it’s some of the Drake people I think. Nothing we can’t handle, just wanted you to know.”

Rylie replied “Copy that.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:30 AM

“OK, noted. I will get rid of the Drake personnel when we get to Borea, but I want to leave that until all our tests are complete and we can get cleaned up any Guarantee defects in the one go.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:31 AM

“Ok. I’ll make sure my people have all signed their temp term agreements. I think Lorell could use them long term.”

“Are the drills today scheduled, or on an alert basis?”

Tristan was hoping he could give his team a heads up.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:32 AM

“Well lets hope that @Capt. Kaetha Amathi Madam Speaker clears them through the citizenship minefield, otherwise the Admiral won’t be able to recruit them.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:34 AM

Tristan laughed. Then held up a hand. “Sorry, I’m not against Lorell citizenship, I just never thought I’d get through it, so I never applied.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:34 AM

“No I will do the drills later, it will be the sort of climax thing. As in General Quarters everyone has a job, two of your guys are going to have to man turrets if we are going to test all of them at once.”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:35 AM

“Oh, I think they’ll love the chance to play ‘shoot ’em up'”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:36 AM

“Good, good.” Broadsword seemed lost in thought gazing out the screen.

“Erebus did a good job there you know.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:37 AM

The line from one of his favorite movies crossed through his head. ‘wait til you see what a man can do to another.’ He shook his head to clear it.

“Oh, Yes, Capt. I agree. @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ did a fantastic job getting us here.”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:39 AM

“Right, well I am going to get the Bridge and Deck crew working on Flight Deck and Hangar drills now, workup the systems and then we can get some launches and recoveries in. You have your ship Argona in the hangar, we may have to move it around just to test the systems. You OK with that?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:40 AM

Tristan’s mG squawked

“No problem added a few more miles on her. She likes it.”

The voice on the mG was yelling, he could hardly understand her.

“OH MY GOD……HOLY SHIT”(edited)

“Rylie, you ok?”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:41 AM

Broadsword laughed and turned to walk back to his seat as his friends Mobiglas started squawking.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:42 AM

“TRISTAN!!!”

He was getting a little worried.

“Rylie – Tristan Take a deep breath and relax.”

“Are you in trouble?”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:43 AM

Broadsword looked on concerned

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:43 AM

anyone on the bridge could hear. Tristan looked a bit sheepish.

“THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME”

Tristan turned to the Capt and the bridge crew and shrugged.

“First EVA sir.”

“Glad to hear you like it. Is Cat with you?”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:45 AM

Broadsword laughed loudly and clearly, the bridge crew joined in.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 11:45 AM

“YES”

Tristan was heading toward the hatchway to clear the bridge.

“Cap, need to deal with this.” He held up his mG.

As he headed out the hatchway, Tristan spoke slowly and calmly.

“breathe….. you and Cat are ok, yes?”

The conversation went on for a few more minutes as Tristan made his way to engineering.

Broadsword-Eagle11/06/2018

Broadsword sat back down and called the OOW over to discuss the planned serials for the day.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ11/06/2018

Erebus then looks under his bed and takes out a hard case of some sort. As he opens the case, a newly made suppressed SOCOM H&K MK23 is revealed. He had accuired a blueprint and many other items on Terra. A story for another time As he takes out the gun from the case he says “Damn @Zokjin, Director, RSA. It’s beautiful” Eyes glistening Erebus had asked Zok for the item a couple months ago, of course under the radar. Erebus had just received the item on the day the RLS Accord became his new home. Despite his attempts to keep it secret, he was almost caught by @Det. Lt. Cara “Caz” Reid, CivSec that day while trying to inspect it. He never got the chance to admire it. He only had three hours to play with his new toy Erebus then proceeds to dismantle the gun for a thorough and proper clean up(edited)

Capt. Kaetha Amathi11/06/2018

With no one to see a shadowy figure scrawls a message with white spray paint on one of the bulkheads in one of the more secluded passageways aboard the ship “Ezekiel 25 17”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}11/06/2018

A call came into engineering for a graffiti clean up.

“Well shit.” Tristan said “Cat, you handle it. Take photos for Civsec prior to cleanup.”

After a few minutes Cat took a mG photo and transmitted to the engineering console and database. Tristan just happened to see it. He lunged to the comm button. “CAT STOP DON’T DO A THING.”(edited)

Tristan shot out the hatchway asking Cat the location.

Soon he was standing at the bulkhead and had taken a photo.

“Interesting.”

Tristan chuckled and Cat stared at him.

“Christian text. Whoever scrawled this either sees Vengeance as a shepherd or an instrument of tyranny. Interesting.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}11/06/2018

Tristan transmitted the photo to Captain @Broadsword-Eagle and XO Lt Cdr Clair Talbot.

Broadsword-Eagle11/06/2018

Broadsword looked at the photo with puzzlement. He had absolutely no idea what it meant.

“ @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} is this some kind of separatist slogan?” He asked the Chief over the Mobiglas.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}11/06/2018

“Well Cap. It is from a chapter when the Christian God destroyed all of the Hebrews enemies.”

Broadsword-Eagle11/06/2018

“Christians, do they still exist?”

“Isn’t that some hokie religion from 800 years ago?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}11/06/2018

Tristan laughed a hearty laugh. “Ahhh, No sir. I am a Christian.”

Broadsword-Eagle11/06/2018

Now Broadsword was really confused, he really had believed that these type of religions had disappeared when the revolution of space travel had come.(edited)

“Chief, you are going to need to educate me a little on this, so what if anything are they trying to say?

November 7, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 12:38 AM

“Will do Captain. Meet me in the mess with a bottle and I’ll explain what I know. And what I think I know.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 12:54 AM

Tristan instructed Cat to cordon off the area, call ship security to post a guard also.

“No one touches this, or cleans it. PERIOD.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 1:06 AM

Cat stood and stared at him.

It was then Tristan noticed the cross she wore.

She asked: “Can I come and hear what you are going to tell the Captain?”

“Of course you can and so can any one else. Grab a bottle, a drink, a cup, a straw and I’ll tell of ya what I think.”

Come on. He offered his arm to her in true chivalrous style.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 1:57 AM

She was tapping her mG as they walked. Tristan smiled.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 3:06 AM

He laughed. He always portrayed a ‘badass’ with a ‘never could care’ attitude through out his life, but suddenly it was his true faith and belief was hitting him in the face. He wondered what God had in store for him(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 3:21 AM

They walked arm in arm into the mess hall

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 4:38 AM

He stopped. “Okay look. Capt is upset about the graffiti and what it might mean, I think it’s a sign. I won’t blame you if you think I’m full of bullshit. I might be. I’m old, you’ve got a career here.”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 1:43 PM

Erebus begins to re-assemble his new SOCOM H&K MK23. Sounds of metals ringing and clicking can be heard from Erebus’s room as he inspects the gun. After playing with the gun to his hearts content he puts the gun back into the hardcase and hides it within his room.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 1:59 PM

Broadsword got the message from Tristan. He instructed the OOW Lt Rodney to continue with the Flight Deck and Hanger drills and put himself on call.

“I will be in the Mess Room with the Chief if anyone needs me.” He said.

He went back to his cabin and from the depths of his Kitbag found a bottle of Terran Whisky that he had had since his last visit there two years ago. He cracked open the bottle and took a gentle sniff, some sacrifices are worth it he said to himself and walked down to the Mess Hall carrying the bottle.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 2:25 PM

Erebus then opens a bag of Cheetos and munches in his snack as he lays down on his bed Erebus notices a message on his mgs. A image of the words “Ezekiel 25 17” sprayed on one of the bulkheads. The notice reads “Please report or notify of any suspicious activities to the appropriate authorities, thank you”.(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 3:58 PM

Erebus searches the for the words “Ezekiel 25 17” on his mbgs. The search results all point to the same answers. The words refer to a certain line in a book called the Bible. A record of the history, beliefs and doctrines of an ancient religion, widely worshipped by humans, called Christianity. The line reads ”And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 4:08 PM

Erebus shrugs and tries looking for more information. One of the searches mentions an ancient film called “Pulp Fiction”. Erebus clicks on that result and watches a clip of a man reciting the line and shooting his enemy. Despite all this all Erebus has his eyes on is the weapon the character had just fired. Erebus asks the mbgs to scan the gun for a model name. The result reads “Chromed Auto-Ordinance M1911A1” His eyes glisten and stops researching the weird writing that appeared on his ship. Instead he downloads the movie “Pulp Fiction” and watches as he opens a new bag of Cheetos.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 4:45 PM

Tristan and Cat entered the mess and took a table in the corner facing the door. Cat sat next to him, uncomfortably close for him.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 4:52 PM

Broadsword walked into the Mess Room with the corked bottle in hand. He saw Tristan and one of his Mechs sat at a cordoned off table. Looking around he went to the counter and picked up three small glasses went over and sat opposite the Chief Engineer.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:03 PM

Cat watched as the Capt. entered the mess and when he got closer she stood at attention and saluted.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:04 PM

Broadsword returned the salute. “At Ease soldier.” He said, taking a seat.

He laid out the three glasses on the table in front of each of them. Pouring himself one finger the mechanic two and Tristan 3.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:10 PM

Tristan rose enough to shake the Capt’s hand. “Sir this is Cat.. Caitlin Brzezinski.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:12 PM

Broadsword returned the handshake and then shook that of Caitlin. “Nice name.” he said, you ,”shouldn’t shorten it.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:16 PM

“My bad, that was my doing.” Tristan actually one arm hugged Caitlin, then wondered why.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:18 PM

Broadsword noted the act of affection. He looked down into the pool of Terran Whiskey in the glass, picked it up swirled the liquid around and then took a sip taking in the spirits air with the drink.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:20 PM

Tristan took the more full glass, slid the other to Caitlin. Held his to the Capt. both had sat back down.

“About this graffiti issue Capt.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:21 PM

They clinked glasses

“Aye Tristan,” he said. “What’s it all about?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:27 PM

“Sorry to say Sir, I’m not sure what its ‘all’ about, but I see it as a blessing.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:28 PM

“A blessing?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:28 PM

“Someone aboard in either of the Jewish faith or a Christian like me.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:29 PM

“Jewish? Is that another of these ancient religions?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:29 PM

“Or maybe a Tarantino movie fan.”

“Yes sir, much older than Christianity… The Jewish faith, not Tarantino”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:30 PM

“Movie? Tarantino? I am afraid none of this is making sense, Tristan. Is this all to do with the religion?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:32 PM

“The passage is indeed from the Christian text, the Holy Bible. It is a mixture of history, stories, laws, prophecies, theology, and such.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:34 PM

Broadsword nodded and waited for him to continue.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:34 PM

“But it is from the oldest part, the Judaic portion. Particularly the book dealing with the Jewish God striking down their enemies.”

“The Jewish God and Christian God is the same by the way.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:35 PM

“Right,” He said shaking his head. “One God two religions, makes perfect sense.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:36 PM

Tristan finally took a sip of the whiskey. “Oh my….Terran?” He chuckled. Caitlin finally took a sip. She had been staring at Tristan the whole time.

“I would like to believe, like I said a Jewish faith or Christian aboard. Evidently familiar with the reference.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:39 PM

“So if it is a God striking down his enemies, does it matter which religion it is?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:39 PM

“Nope, either one believes it to be true. I think this person has, in their way, invoked a blessing on this ship.”

He took a sip “Course I could be full of shit”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:40 PM

“A blessing? What is a blessing? Is that good or bad?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:41 PM

“A good blessing as I see it.” he sipped and shrugged.

“this is a powerful military weapon for the Republic, a tip of the sword to make the UEE and any other enemies take notice.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:41 PM

“So a blessing can go either way, depending on what?” Broadsword asked as confused as ever.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:43 PM

“The Republic hasn’t been truly challenged yet and here we are, the fleet is forming. Unfortunately, the Sarpedon is lost, but nevertheless, a strong fleet.”

Caitlin took a sip and set her glass down, close enough to Tristan’s hand she brushed the back of hers against his. Damn near made him jump.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:46 PM

“Go on.” Broadsword took another small sip of his whisky, keeping his gaze on the Chief.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:48 PM

“If the reference is strictly from the Tarantino movie, ‘Pulp Fiction’, which I’ve watched countless times out in the blackness, I’m a movie freak. The same prophecy holds.”

Tristan finished the glass.

“In the movie, two gang hit men confront a guy that screwed their boss. One begins to quote this same verse.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:49 PM

“So a “movie” is an entertainment vid. Right, so what is the quote?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:50 PM

(be right back late feeding animals)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 5:50 PM

(OK!)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:28 PM

“The full quote is: I will carry out great vengeance on them and punish them in my wrath. Then they will know that I am the LORD, when I take vengeance on them.'”

“The Judaic God is speaking through the Prophet Ezekiel to the Hebrew people. The man in the movie uses it for his own purposes.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:30 PM

Broadsword rocked back in his chair.

“That’s pretty dangerous stuff.” He said.

“So you think this graffiti artist is putting a kind of positive hex on the ship?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:31 PM

Tristan slid his glass to the Capt. and laughed. “Fucking right. Whole tribes of people got wiped out, ones you and I have never heard of.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:32 PM

Broadsword refilled Tristan and Cats glass.

“Well I hope you are right, in the mean time I will have the crew keep an eye out for this little…” He paused as if looking for the right word. “artist.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:36 PM

Tristan picked up the glass, tipped it, sipped. “The other side of the coin is not so good for us.” He slid Cat’s glass to her.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:36 PM

“Oh yes?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:38 PM

“I don’t think the connection is plausible, but possible.” He took a good drink, he clanked his glass to Cat’s “Well, the UEE is fashioned after the ancient Roman Empire and in Christianity’s early days the Empire hunted them.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:39 PM

“Like they hunted Lorell?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:39 PM

“Exactly.. The ‘artist’ could consider themselves as a messenger of the Empire.”

“We’re like a bad memory of the Messer era and they’d rather us go away.”

He finished the glass and laughed. “And I’m not even Lorellian.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:43 PM

“Well, I thank you for decoding the message, even if the meaning is still shrouded in obscurity. Sometime when we have more time maybe you can explain to me this hokie religion of yours with it’s wrathful God and loyal subjects. What is more how the heck you got involved in it.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:45 PM

Tristan frowned, his eyes became slits. “Well Capt. I honor and respect you, but please don’t call my faith hokie ever again.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:45 PM

“My apologies Tristan, that was crass of me.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:45 PM

His brain went to the scene in one Star Trek movie. ‘if you were any other man, I’d kill you where you stand.

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:46 PM

“Comedic timing was never my strong point.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:47 PM

“Sorry Cap. I get a little protective sometimes. But I would love to discuss my Catholic Christian faith. Only fucking reason I’m here.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:47 PM

“I understand, when this cruise is over and we have an evening in the Core seems like a good time to explore that.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:49 PM

Tristan laughed “best place to discuss theology. Just wish we had a Civsec agent aboard.”

“So Captain, Sir. Do we leave the graffiti or?”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:50 PM

“I think they are pretty thin on the ground. Well, yes I think leave it. If it is a good omen then we may benefit, and if it isn’t we watch out for more.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:52 PM

“Excellent Sir.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 6:53 PM

Broadsword stood up.

“Well thanks for this chat Tristan, Caitlin very nice to meet you, learn what you can from this man, it will stand you in good stead.”

Broadsword left the mess room and headed for the bridge.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 6:56 PM

Tristan stood as did Cat. Both saluted. “Thank you sir.” Cat also responded. “I will sir, great to meet you also.” Seems the more she drank the thicker her Russian accent became.

After the Captain left Tristan went to the beverage center in the mess and pulled two ales.

He slid on the mess bench right next to Cat and handed her one. He tipped and clanked his to hers “Vashye Zdorovye”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 10:06 PM

After the ale they both walked back to engineering. Cat leaned on Tristan the whole way. He was uncomfortable with the way this was going, but didn’t show it. He dropped her off at the temp berthing and went on to the consoles. Sergey was manning the station.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 11:05 PM

Tristan patted him on the shoulder, he was on his mG. “You got the watch?” Sergey gave him a ‘thumbs up’. Tristan saw the whiskey bottle on the floor, picked it up and was surprised none had been drank. He took it with him back to his cot. When he entered the former storage room he heard Pete snoring, but above that he could hear Cat and Rylie talking and giggling like a couple of school girls. He chuckled. He sat on the cot and only took off his mag boots, he took a good swig, set it down and lay down.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 11:17 PM

Just before he nodded off Tristan’s mG buzzed. He looked at it. Msg from Cat: “Hope you sleep well Tristan.” complete with a selfie. He thought, Fuck. I was going to sleep well, but maybe not now. He heard more giggling.

November 8, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 5:41 AM

Tristan woke after a few hours sleep. He went to the engineering consoles and Rylie had the watch. They talked a little and told her he was going to the mess. He walked the passageways of Vengeance. The ship hummed it’s usual sound. He ran his hand along the bulkheads. In the darker areas he pulled his hand held torch instead of using his mG. He was searching for more graffiti and also getting to know the ship.

He turned down the music in his head to match the ship’s vibrations.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 5:58 AM

He came to the passageway near the front manned turret access but the lights were out. He turned on his torch, but it was dead. He tapped his mG for the light function, but the selfie Cat sent him came up first. He looked at it and the music in his head instantly changed.

Tristan laughed and scanned the area.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Thursday at 6:06 AM

He continued his ‘late night’ walk and ended up in the mess.

November 9, 2018

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 2:48 PM

Broadsword walked onto the bridge and was pleased to see the team in action with the buzz of competence in the air.

He walked over towards his chair nodding at the OOW who in this instance was Lt Rodney. She nodded back and continued with her conversation with the Hangar operations staff.

He sat down and started reviewing the screens in front of him, detailing the ships status and the progress with drills. All seem to be going well, which he was relieved about. The Christian God thing had unnerved him a little, he was satisfied that Tristan’s take on the issue was probably right but he did not like being behind the curve and resolved to do some research when he had the time.

(Lt Rodney) “Sir, OOW reporting.” Lt Rodney broke him from his pensive state. “Sorry, I didn’t great you when you came on the bridge, I was talking to the deck crew.”

“I understand, Lt business over ceremonials every time. What do you have to report.”

Rodney relaxed and waved her right hand slowly around the bridge layout.

(Lt Rodney) “All is going well with the systems Sir, a little problem moving the medium sized ships around in the hangar, which is what I was just discussing with SM Williams.”

“Problems?”

(Lt Rodney) “Aye sir, the Drake provided tractors are not man enough for the job and the overhead cranes cannot help I am afraid. We have much better equipment on the Sarpedon… sorry that should have been had much better equipment.”

“Lets hope they managed to salvage it before she blew.” Broadsword said, then thinking, “Surely the Arbiter has the same equipment?”

(Lt Rodney) “I expect so sir, I just have never served on her.”

“So Sarpedon was your ship then?”

(Lt Rodney)”Aye sir, going to miss her, I went straight to her from boot camp, I was junior OOW when she had the…” she paused looking upset. “the incident.”

“Sorry you lost a friend Lieutenant. So back to things, how are we getting around the problem?”

(Lt Rodney) “Well that is what we were just discussing sir. Williams was suggesting that we keep the tractors on but fire the ships up and hover them and then use the tractor to position.”

“That could work, but I want a Pilot on the controls at all times.”

(Lt Rodney) “Understood sir. I will make it so.”

Rodney turned and walked back to the Flight Operations station to discuss the plan with Lt Cdr Buckley, whose responsibility it was.

November 10, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 1:44 AM

Tristan sat for a while, then went back to engineering. Caitlin and Sergey were talking about the console and its monitors, teaching each other. He smiled and nodded. “Doing ok you two?” They barely turned to give him a ‘thumbs up’ and went back to talking. He chuckled. “Where are Pete and Rylie?”

Sergey turned “They’re out learning and exploring the ship. You realize how many systems we are responsible for?” Tristan laughed and was going to respond but he had turned back to a discussion with Cat.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 5:07 AM

Tristan wandered the passageways of the ship looking for any other signs of the graffiti of Ezkiel 25:17. When he came across the original someone had placed a couple of lit candles against the bulkhead.. He couldn’t help but smile.

He made his way to the hangar decks where activity was surprising. Evidently hangar crews were moving ships around but had only a few tractors to do so. Pilots were revving up, lifting and tractors were shoving them around. Argona had been moved to the side away from the action. He looked at her with loving eyes. Tristan couldn’t believe he had been flying her for over 30 years.. Mellow music filled his head. He saw a few of the scrapes and gouges that a simple cleaning, repaint and polish couldn’t hide. He ran his hand over one near the rear ramp and almost relived the entire moment in his mind. He had lost a crew member on that one. He couldn’t believe how bad it still hurt as the music reflected his pain.

“Fuck” was all he said.(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 5:21 AM

Standing there the music in his head shifted from song to song frantically.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 5:42 AM

A hangar tech interrupted his thoughts and it was obvious he had been talking for a while. “Sorry Sir. Is it ok we put her here?” He was speaking slowly as if Tristan had bee staring at him without processing. Tristan ran his hand along the hull. “Yes son, it’s ok. She’s ok here. She’s resting.”

November 11, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Sunday at 6:28 AM

Tristan knew the noobies were doing the best they could and were learning all the time. He stubbled back to the ‘berth’ , took off his mag boots, unbuckled his kilt and crashed big time.(edited)

November 12, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:24 PM

He hadn’t slept that well in a very long time. Tristan woke enough to look around. The guys weren’t in the berth and he could hear no sounds from the ladies side. He buckled up his kilt and got his mag boots on. He walked the passageway and peeked into engineering. Pete was at the console. He walked to the mess to get a cuppa joe.(edited)

Tristan had his cup of coffee, sweetened of course and made his way to the bridge.

Looking around the bridge it was obvious Capt. @Broadsword-Eagle had everything under control and superbly organized. He saw @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ at the helm and many other junior officers at their consoles.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 7:54 PM

“Seems we’re taking a leisurely cruise of the Magnus. Cool.” He leaned against the bulkhead.

November 13, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 1:25 AM

Tristan pulled out his flask and took a hit. “Well Cap, what systems ya wanna test?” @Broadsword-Eagle

The music in his head changed and he did a ‘shuffle Egyptian walk’ around the bridge. The younger crew looked at him like he had lost his mind.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:44 PM

Broadsword looked over at Tristan as he called to him.

“I am sorry old friend I didn’t see you come on the bridge.” He chuckled as the Chief did a sort of shuffle around the consoles, much to the amusement of their occupants. “Although how I missed that I am not sure!”

Broadsword brought up his Mobiglas and selected the shake down document, although he already knew the contents by heart he skimmed through what remained to be done.

“Maximum Speed test and Maximum G check are on the cards once we have finished with the Flight Deck operations assessment. I think we are nearly there now with static tests, Lt Cdr Buckley is going to get the pilots is action soon and we are going to do some Launch and recovery procedures, along with some emergency landing drills.”

Broadsword nodded at the Flight Ops Manager as he had turned on hearing his name.

“After that the focus will shift to warfighting skills, so sensors weapons damage control. all on the list but we need to make sure that all the basics are right first. How are things going down below? Radiation levels still OK?

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 5:49 PM

@Billy Hyde “Yes sir” Tristan had clicked his boots and snapped off a sharp salute. Mainly for the new officers, but also to irritate the Capt.

“Funny thing that radiation. Makes me glow in the dark a bit though.”

“Oh cool. Max speed test with high speed turns. Roger Wilco Sir.” He headed out the passageway.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 5:54 PM

Broadsword laughed at Tristan’s ceremonial rigour.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 5:56 PM

As he headed to engineering he stopped at the temp berthing and yelled: “ALL ENGINEERING REPORT TO STATIONS!!!”

He loved making himself laugh.

Tristan stopped at the core and checked the rad readings. Still a bit high to have a crew there for a full shift, but better than before. He made sure the core was on remote.

He entered engineering and his crew were still zipping up and straightening hair. “Cat, engine console, Rylie Core, Pete shields, Sergey Open comms.”

Tristan laughed as the music sensor read his next move perfectly. He nodded along. “Bridge – Engineering Captain @Broadsword-Eagle All systems green. We’re in the pike 5 x 5.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:05 PM

“Thank you Chief.” Broadsword looked at the progress with Flight Deck drills they were just about wrapped up. “In that case I think we may try the Speed and G trials before the Launching and Recovery drills, does that suit you @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:05 PM

“Copy that Sir. Revved up and ready to go. @Broadsword-Eagle “

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:06 PM

“Roger that.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:06 PM

“Rylie, Core to 90% please.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:06 PM

Broadsword looked around the bridge.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:07 PM

“Bridge – Engineering Engine control is all yours Sir”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:07 PM

“OOW, please make an announcement to the rest of the ship that we are about to carry out Maximum speed and Maximum G trials. Everyone should be seated and secured for both.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:07 PM

“Cat transfer control to Helmsman console.”

“Pete, max shields if you please.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:08 PM

He noted that the Pilot was Ensign Trant, which was wholly appropriate.

“Ensign make speed maximum, keep your course steady until told otherwise.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:09 PM

Tristan stepped forward and put his hands on Cat’s and Pete’s shoulders. “Enjoy this moment all of you. Historic. Fucking historic.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:10 PM

He looked over to the Sesors desk that was manned by the young Lt jg.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:10 PM

“Rylie read the numbers please.” “90% and holding steady Tristan.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:11 PM

“Lt Verilison please all sensors to maximum range I want to know about anything you spot before you do, is that understood.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:11 PM

Being in the bottom of the ship and near the engines engineering could feel the engines powering up with a noticeable hum.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:12 PM

(Lt jg Verilison) “Aye Sir.” although he looked puzzled he knew what the Captain had meant.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:14 PM

Tristan pulled out his flask, poured a bit on the deck. “To you Lady Vengeance.” He took a sip then handed it to the nearest crew. They passed it down the console each taking a sip. “To Lady Vengeance.” Each said.

“Cat report engine power usage.”

“65% of core sir.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:15 PM

Broadsword leaned back in his seat watching the MFD’s and the Pilot. The G’s were nothing to that of a fighter but he felt his blood rise none the less.(edited)

(Ensign Trant) “Throttle Full sir.”

“Understood, pilot, let her catch up and watch the speed she tops out at. Set all sensors to record I want full records for the Admiralty.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:18 PM

Tristan did some calculations in his head. Max speed using 65%of Core, shields at max. “Damn… push this lady and we’ll travel to next century.”

“Rylie, take the core to 95% please.”

“Aye sir.”

Tristan shook his head, chuckled.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:22 PM

“Chief this is Broadsword, let me know when we have full power.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:22 PM

“Bridge – Engineering Aye Sir. Maxing now.”

“Rylie, you heard the Captain, take the Core to 100%”

Tristan left engineering and entered the Core compartment. Always amazing to see the power of a sun in the chamber. He checked the rad readings. They had increased slightly.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:28 PM

“Lt Cdr Buckley.” Broadsword spoke to the Flight Ops Officer. “Have one of your men in the Hangar strapped down of course for the Max Gee turn. I want to know right away if we have any issue with the ships down there.”

(Lt Cdr Bucklet) “Aye Sir, already done.”

Broadsword nodded satisfied.

“Ensign Trant, when I give the order, I want you to pull hard to port and pitch full up is that understood?”

(Ensign Trant) “Aye Sir.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:31 PM

Tristan had returned to engineering. Strap down crew, max gee turn is next. He activated his mag boots.

“Rylie, core to 102% please.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:32 PM

“OOW warn the ship.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:32 PM

“Pete, transfer all power to forward shields.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:33 PM

The OOW made an all ship Broadcast alerting of the Maximum G turn was about to take place.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:33 PM

“Just like the roller coaster on Earth.”

the crew looked at each other wondering what Tristan meant.(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:34 PM

“Chief you ready down there?” Broadsword asked in the direct comms to the Machinery Control room.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:34 PM

“Ready Sir. Let’s rock it.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:34 PM

“Mr Trant, NOW.”

The Ensign, following his orders pulled the stick to port and back as hard as he could. For a second the inertia of the ship stayed the course and then with the squeal of the thrusters thundering around the ship it began to turn and tilt and everyone was pushed hard down into their seats.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:37 PM

“Rylie, Core to 105%”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:38 PM

Broadsword struggling to keep control of his head looked around the bridge at his team, many of which had probably not experienced such high G’s before.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:38 PM

“Cat, make sure engines have all the power they need.”

His team looked a bit woozy. “BOTH OF YOU NOW!”

“There’s a Vanduul missile on our ass and you’re killing us!”

(Cat) “Sorry sir. Engine power at 80% of core.”

“If you’re sorry, you’re fucking dead.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:41 PM

Broadsword watched the G force meter on his MFD as it reached its peak and held there, he noted that Lt jg Verilison had passed out.

“Mr Trant, Midships the helm.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:41 PM

“If any of you are going out, unstrap and hit the floor so I can fill in.”

Again, they looked at each other at the sudden change in Tristan’s demeanour.(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:44 PM

The initial change in G force as the Ensign brought his stick back to the centre line threw everyone off slightly and then slowly the G meter reading started to drop an Verilison came back to life shaking his head.

“Well done team.” He congratulated the Bridge. “OOW check with all stations that everything is in order.”

“and Kray,” Broadsword leaned towards the Lt and spoke quietly. “Don’t worry you will get used to it.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:46 PM

“Whose got the flask?” Tristan asked just as quickly. “Take a slurp and pass it on. Well done.”

“Rylie bring the core back to 98%”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:46 PM

“Ensign Trant bring her back to cruising speed if you please.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:47 PM

“Well, that will send a breeze up your kilt.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:48 PM

“Chief,” Broadsword spoke directly to the Machinery Control Room again. “That test is complete bring her back to normal operating mode. I would like you to collate all the information we gathered from that for assessment later.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:48 PM

Despite the groans of a ship structure going through it’s first max gee exercise, Vengeance had held together just fine. He thought.

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 6:49 PM

“Mr Buckley, please carry on with your preparations for the Flight Launch and Recovery serial.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 6:50 PM

“Pete, you’re up. Compile the data from the max speed/max gee, compress and transmit to the bridge.”

“Rylie reset core to 80%.”

“Sergey shields all around if you will.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 7:59 PM

“Ok, rotate yourselves through, one of you go get food and drink for the others. I’m heading to the hangars.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Tuesday at 10:39 PM

Despite his young age, it was obvious to Tristan that Lt Cdr Buckley owned the hangars.

November 14, 2018

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 8:37 AM

Erebus saw the pilots face comeback to their normal colors “Good job, Trant” Erebus turns to LTjg Verilison and grins. The LTjg new the Commander was not going to keep quiet about him fainting. A single cold sweat dripped from his forehead(edited)

After recieving a status report on a all members and assuring no one was physically or mentally incapable to preform their duties, Erebus reported to the captain @Broadsword-Eagle All members ready for action, sir

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 5:32 PM

Tristan loved to see the orchestration of the ships launching and landing in each of the hangars. A symphony of metal and technology.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:21 PM

He sat on a cargo box, turned up his music and pulled out his flask. The entertainment was superb.

Lady Vengeance didn’t seem to be under any comm restrictions so he opened his mG. He first checked in with engineering, then looked to see if he had any business or personal msgs.

As a safety precaution all of the hangar crew were suited up. He thought maybe he should have. “no prob” Tristan thought, he always kept 2 oxy pens on him at all times and knew where the airlocks were.

He relaxed and sipped from his flask.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 8:58 PM

Tristan tapped off a msg to Capt. @Broadsword-Eagle “Cap. Since we’re in the Magnus and headed to Borea, how about a venture through the Magnus-Terra JP and pick up the shielding ourselves? Great cantina next door to Benito’s. The food is great, beer is cold, tequila and whiskey flow well. and the ahhhh companionship is heavenly. Whatcha think, SIR?”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 9:05 PM

Broadsword stood at the front of the bridge watching the simulated emergency recovery of the Cutlass to No 5 spot. The pilot was simulating a thruster failure and was making a good job of a difficult landing

His Mobiglas pinged with a message from Tristan. He read it and chuckled, it is not that the Chief had a two track mind (wine and women) but he did like to bring them into the event stream.

“it’s an idea,” He wrote back. “But I am hoping that we can swing the radiation leakage as a Guarantee defect along with anything else we find before Borea. Besides, I think the Admiral might not like us taking her new Carrier into Terra and UEE infested space.”

“If the Guarantee ploy doesn’t work though, it might be an idea for you to take Argona there to pick up the shielding. What do you think?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:12 PM

“Ya, I kinda forgot this isn’t my personal ship” He laughed “Ya got me there. But I could swing over there if needed.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Wednesday at 9:14 PM

“Let’s see how this all pans out. Currently happy with Flight ops once this wraps up we are going to take her into the asteroid field and shoot some rocks.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Wednesday at 9:43 PM

“Yes sir” Tristan waved to the hangar crews and headed to engineering.

November 15, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 3:34 AM

*On his way he stopped in the mess hall. He grabbed a glass and pulled himself an ale. He walked down the line to see what there was to eat. He grabbed a little of this and that and continued to engineering.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 8:49 PM

Tristan was munching on some kind of ‘burrito’ heading into engineering. He tossed it on to a blank part of the console and finished his ale. He clapped his hands together. “All righty folks, now the fun begins.” Seeing only Cat and Pete were at the console, gave commands. “Ok.. bring the core to 90%, weapons to 100, shields to 100. Shift forward shields to 105%, balance the rest.”

As Cat and Pete moved up and down the consoles, Pete asked: “What’s up Chief?”

“Weapons test. We’re gonna blow up asteroids. Watch the shields carefully, don’t need one landing in our lap.”

@Broadsword-Eagle “Bridge – Engineering Core stable, weapons powered, forward shields at 105%”

“We are weapons test ready sir.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:08 PM

Broadsword looked around the bridge, surprised at the prompt from the Machinery spaces.

“Understood, Chief. Thank you. We are still manoeuvring into the asteroid field and securing the Flight spaces. I am going to take it easy for the first serial we will use one gun at a time and use the Deck squad to man them.”

Broadsword nodded over at Lt Cdr Buckley.

“Let me know when we are all secure and your men are in place Ops.”

“Lt Jordan you will take the Warfare desk and coordinate the shoot.”

Broadsword walked over to the Pilots station, Ensign Trant was at a the helm.

“Bring her in gently Mr Trant, and we will hold her in position whilst we trail all the turrets.*

(Lt Cdr Buckley) “All secure and weapons manned up sir.”

“Thank you, OK Lt Jordan select your targets and give the order.”

Lt Jordan relished the prospect of directing fire, she illuminated a target for each turret in turn and gave them authority to fire at will. The asteroids were lit up one at a time and blasted into dust. At last it came to the Size 8 Forward turret, the best to last. She selected a large asteroid about 700m out from the ship and gave the order to fire. The thunder of the guns almost rattled the bridge as the streak of laser fire erupted from the turret. The asteroid broke into a thousand pieces sending shards bouncing around the area.

(Lt Jordan) “ All firing complete and successful sir.” She reported.

“Aye, Lieutenant, well done thank you.” Broadsword smiled he could see the whole bridge team had enjoyed that. Gunnery exercises always good for moral.

“Chief,” Broadsword reported down to @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} “Firing complete for now, we are going to pull out of the field and launch all Spacecraft for sensor checks.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 9:31 PM

Even down in engineering the vibration of the guns firing could be felt. It sent Rylie and Sergey scurrying into the compartment.(edited)

He looked at them and seeing they seemed to have switched T shirts he laughed heartily.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 9:34 PM

The plan was to send all of the ships out into the field until they were lost to the ships sensors, then one by one they would probe the perimeter trying to remain in cover and establish the limits of effective sensor range. It was along and intense serial but one well worth achieving.

“Lt Jordan, for this serial you and Lt Verilison should alternate on screen duty for maximum concentration, I would like you to spot them before the computer does.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 9:36 PM

“Pete, power down the weapons. Time to play cat and mouse. Don’t want anyone to inadvertently shoot someone.”(edited)

“You two” nodding at Rylie and Sergy “It was a weapons test now go get the right clothes on.”

November 16, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 12:31 AM

Tristan started laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe and had to sit.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 1:01 AM

“Power down the core to absolute minimum. Here’s the drill: little ships, fighters, are out there trying to find us. Consider them to be hostile. Down here we can’t see them, no sensors, but what we can do to help the situ is shut down non essential power, shut down machinery that isn’t necessary. The ancient phrase is: ‘Run Silent, Run Deep’, another is: ‘Make Like a Hole in the Water'” his crew looked at him with puzzled looks.

“Quick mG search then, Submarine warfare of the 20th/21st centuries, NOW.”

A little to Tristan’s surprise Caitlin was the first to get it and damn near shoved Sergey from the power console. Her long fingers flew across the keyboard as she searched for machinery that wasn’t needed at the moment. Tristan smiled.(edited)

Pete had a brilliant idea and used onboard scanners to check decibel levels throughout the ship. He and Cat coordinated their efforts to make that ‘Hole in the Water’(edited)

“A ‘Black Spot in the Darkness’ Lady Vengeance had become.” Tristan said. He continued:(edited)

“Rylie, man the comms please”

She looked at him strangely, but took the comms console barely in time for the flood of calls coming in.(edited)

Calls from all over the ship were coming in with the same thing, machinery down, power down in such and such.

She looked overwhelmed and was trying to answer them all. Tristan leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. He couldn’t but help smelling her perfume while there.

She sat up straight and responded to each: “Engineering, We are answering all calls in the order in which we received them, we will be with you shortly.”

One call Tristan recognized immediately. Chef Buckley was yelling into the Comm. “Pete, Cat restore all power to the mess please. Rylie, answer and ask the Chef to refrain from using the ice machine if you will.”

“Core report please”

Cat responded: “25% Tristan”

“Keep sensor arrays at 100%, let the bridge decide the rest on that. Power down core to match what you have left on.”

“Excellent work you 4, Excellent.” With that Tristan made his way down the dark passageways to the mess. Several times crew that knew who is was put there hand up in the ‘WTF’ gesture. He ignored them as he was on a mission.

He entered the mess, still fully lit and functional, very full due to the lack of power else where. He spotted Chef Buckley across the room barking orders to his staff. When Tristan had his attention he put his arms out and looked up in the ‘What about all this’ gesture’ The Chef laughed and headed to the back. He came out with his right hand under his apron, got close to Tristan and patted him hard with his left hand while handing the bottle to him. “Good to know you know where your friends are mate.”

Tristan headed back to engineering with a prime bottle of whiskey, he tapped his mG. “Cat, Core report “Core at 19%” She responded. He felt so good, he pulled the cork in the passageway and took a long pull.(edited)

He tapped his mG again. @Broadsword-Eagle “Cap. We are a black spot in the dark. Engineering ready for cat and mouse.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:48 AM

Erebus receives a transmission through the mbgs. He walks to @Broadsword-Eagle and reports “Reporting. Another incident, similar to the one we just had has appeared on the #ic-rls-arbiter , sir. Erebus sends the picture to Broadswords mbgs

“What are your orders, sir? Should we halt the shake down and attempt to regroup with #ic-rls-arbiter sir?”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 3:37 AM

mG msg to @Broadsword-Eagle “Do you think would be a good time for me to slip out and head to Terra for the shielding modules? Agrona can go no sig in a heart beat.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 7:14 AM

Tristan entered engineering and all four of the crew were still there. “Geeeeez, some of you get some fucking sleep, this cat and mouse is gonna take a while. SCOOT.”

He didn’t wait to see who left, who stayed, he tapped his mG, turned up the music and went to the berth. He sat on his cot, took off his mag boots, took a long pull on the bottle, looked at the label “Shit ya I know who my friends are.” took another, stood and unbuckled his kilt. He heard voices in the passageway so he lay down quickly as part of his crew passed past the make shift curtain, he sat back up and drank some more listening to female giggling. He thought, ‘Gotta get a private berth.’ He corked the bottle, lay down and went to sleep.

Broadsword-EagleToday at 10:06 AM

Broadsword noted that the Chief had brought the ship into a silent running mode, he hadn’t asked for that but it did no harm. As he settled back to watch the Hornet and Cutlass take off he pondered the offer to collect the shielding. On the one hand it would make sure that the ship went back to the fleet fully repaired, on the other if it was replaced by Drake on Borea they would have the ship at its design specs and therefore in the ideal condition.

As he was running over the Pro’s and Con’s in his mind the XO appeared at his side.

(Lt Cdr Talbot) “Sir, excuse me, I have put together that trial Watch and Quarter Bill you asked me for.” She opened her Mobiglas and showed Broadsword the screen. “I have utilised the full ship complement at General Quarters in order to man up all the positions we would need at Action. It is not ideal, but it could work.”

Broadsword scanned the document as she swiped up through the page.

“Understood, XO. You have made a pragmatic approach to it, I agree that Lt jg Verilison can flex between the OOW position and the Aft Turret, I am sure he will enjoy that!” He thought as he looked over the other weapon point manning. “I would like you to run over with the Chief the issue of using two of his men for turrets, I see it is the only solution but I would like him personally consulted.”

(XO) “Aye Sir.” She said.

“Once he has agreed, I am happy for you to publish it. The Action scenario with Fire and Damage will be our last serial before going to Borea for the Guarantee Defect rectification, and I would like it to be as realistic as possible.”

The XO nodded and left the bridge headed for The Chief Engineers quarters, she already knew where he was, as she had anticipated the Captains wishes.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:33 PM

Waking in the temp berth area Tristan thought he should probably clean up a bit. He rummaged through his kit and found a clean T and kilt. He wondered when he put them in there. He saw a towel hanging from the guys bunks, grabbed it and headed to the head.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:34 PM

In the alleyway outside of the bunkspace the XO met @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} dressed only in a towel.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:35 PM

“OH hey.” Tristan was glad the passageway was still dark. “XO watcha doin’ down here?”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:36 PM

(XO) “Er, I was looking for you Sir,” She said, “but maybe in a more convenient time.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:37 PM

He laughed. “Gimme 5 minutes and I’ll meet ya in engineering. Wouldn’t hurt for you to surprise the crew.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:38 PM

(XO) “Engineering it is.” She turned away and headed down the alleyway towards the Machinery Space entrance.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:41 PM

Tristan’s crew were ‘sort of’ around the consoles when the XO stepped in. They were talking and laughing and no one really noticed.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:43 PM

Lt Cdr Talbot walked in and started looking around the control room. The team had not noticed her, which was surprising, but she also recognised the more relaxed atmosphere that went from working in the Machinery environment.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:46 PM

Finally Cat noticed the XO, smacked the ones closest to her and yelled. “ATTENTION.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:47 PM

(XO) “Please, at ease guys.” The XO said. “I am not the Captain.”

“While I wait for the Chief though, is it possible for you to introduce yourselves. So that I can put names to faces?”

The XO already knew who was who from their documents but sometimes it was good to get them involved in the process.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:51 PM

Each were stepping forward when Tristan came in all cleaned up and dressed. “Caitlin Ma’am. Peter, Ma’am. Sergey, Ma’am. Rylie, Ma’am” Tristan clapped.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:52 PM

(XO) She nodded and shook their hands as each stepped forward.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:53 PM

“So what do we owe the honor of a visit from you?” Tristan shook her hand also.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:55 PM

(XO) “Chief the Captain has asked me to put together a Watch and Quarter Bill to cover the whole ship Action exercise near the end of the cruise.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:55 PM

Tristan listened and nodded.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:56 PM

(XO) “Well in order for us to man up all stations and weapons I was hoping to include two of your men in the Weapon Teams. The Captain has asked me to run it by you before I publish the bill.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 4:59 PM

Tristan chuckled as he could see them already wanting to jump at the chance. “I’ve no problem with that. XO. I can see choosing only 2 might be a problem.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 4:59 PM

The XO smiled.

“What is it about guns?” She asked.

“Anyway, here is the W&Q Bill for General Quarters, I will leave it up to you who is assigned where.”

GQ Manning For General Quarters the following are assigned positions All personnel to be dressed in Undersuits relevant to their occupation with side arms. Helmets and armour to be stored locally. Bridge CO, Broadsword-Eagle OOW, Lt jg Verilison (Nominated for Amidships weapons when required.) Warfare, Lt Rodney Flight Ops, Lt Cdr Buckley Pilot, Lt Cdr Kingsley Helmsman. Ensign Trant (Wandering brief) XO Lt Cdr Talbot +PO (Chef) Buckley Machinery Spaces (Machinery and Damage Control Party) CEO Tristan Daughrity 2 SM (Mech) Weapons Fwd SM (Deck)2 and 1 SM(Mech) Weapons Aft SM (Mech) Weapons Amidships Lt jg Verilison (when required) Flight Spaces SM(Deck) Williams SM (Deck)
Pilots (4) Hornet on Pad 4 on alert. Cutlass on Pad 6 Crew in ready room. Medical PM 1 Jean Grayson + PM1 Liam O’Donnell + PM 3 Ferry Wells

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:04 PM

All Tristan had to do was turn to the crew. He could see the anticipation. “Well?”

They huddled like a team in a sports arena.

“Come on, don’t make the XO wait, she actually works for a living.”

Cat spoke up. “Must be a real guy thing Sir. Pete and Sergey really want to go. Rylie and I will stay in engineering.”

Tristan turned to the XO “There ya go democracy at work. You can take these 2 strapping young men.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:10 PM

(XO) “Thank you, Chief. I will ensure that Starman Williams gives them a run through and some training on the weapons prior to the exercise. I anticipate that, between you and me, the Captain will have some work for the Damage Control team too.”(edited)

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:10 PM

“Just a sec, before you go.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:11 PM

She paused

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:12 PM

“That last name on your list. O’Donnell. I know it’s pretty common, but same last name as my best friend on Earth. Huh….interesting.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:14 PM

“He was one of the PM1’s that transferred over with me. You will find him in the Med Bay if you want to talk to him.”

“Whilst I am down here there is another subject I would like to run by you if it is convenient.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:18 PM

“Shoot”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:23 PM

(XO) “The Captain has also asked me to look into a rational use of the Cargo holds on a Military ship such as this. The Kraken class has a considerable amount of cargo space which he thinks could be put to better use for the Lorell Navy. I have produced a proposal to convert some of the space into HABs, Admirals Quarters and Offices as well as, of course, the facilities and machinery required to support them. If I could ask you to look over the proposal and have a look at the space to see if it is feasible. We may get the idea through to the Admiralty before we get to Borea and get the modifications done then.”

The XO then opened her Mobiglas and forwarded the document to the Chief.

Cargo 3792 CU IN four compartments 948 per compartment Fwd Port Compartment Potential 40 Habs and Facilities Fwd Starboard Compartment Admirals Quarters (1) and Offices Admirals Staff Habs (10) and Additional machinery space for Upgrade in Life Support Systems Aft Port Compartment Victualling and Generals stores Aft Starboard Compartment Munitions and Spacecraft stores

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:24 PM

“Sounds great. Cap always has great ideas.” He scanned through the doc.

“Nice. There may come a time when Marines will need to be berthed on a mission. No reason for the Admiralty to not have a nice place aboard.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:27 PM

(XO) “My thoughts exactly, although it has already become obvious that the accommodation Drake has allocated is insufficient for a Lorell Navy ship of this size and complexity.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:28 PM

He laughed. “No shit. No wonder my brother hates Drake.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:30 PM

(XO) “Well thank you for your time Chief, and I would be interested in your thoughts on the space allocation as I have laid it out.”

One of the Cargo Holds

“Also the amount of extra Life Support Machinery that would be needed to accommodate that number of personnel.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:31 PM

“When we get time we should get a scan team in there and get a 3d of it.”

“Sounds good will do.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:32 PM

(XO) “Thank you again. I will publish that Watch and Quarter Bill this evening.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 5:33 PM

“You are so welcome and don’t forget about us down here.” He laughed.

Broadsword-EagleLast Friday at 5:33 PM

Lt Cdr Talbot left the control room feeling she had gained an important ally.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Friday at 8:14 PM

Cat and Rylie had engineering under control and the whole ship was quiet. Tristan headed to the mess for an ale.

He sat there looking at the plan Lt. Cdr Talbot had sent him. He also wished he had sent some msgs to Ian and Deirdre before the ship went dark.

November 17, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 12:57 AM

After a couple of ales, Tristan realized he was ‘homesick.’ He missed the closeness of the Lorell fleet, The Core, having drinks with the people that were truly Lorell… and Candy. The last thought hit him like a Hull gone wild.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Saturday at 4:34 AM

Tristan sat through 2 more ales and finally opened his mG to tap a msg. He started it, then stopped. He stared off into space, closed the mG and went to relieve the ladies.

November 18, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Last Sunday at 4:47 AM

Tristan got tired of the shift for 10 hours with nothing happening. He went to the temp berth.

Broadsword-EagleLast Sunday at 1:14 PM

(ouch)

Whilst Tristan had been on shift down below the ship had moved though a complete sensor check and a series of shield tests using the weapons of the Cutlass and Hornet. The results where of all the serials were in front of Broadsword now and he studied them.

Broadsword-EagleLast Sunday at 1:27 PM

The Shields were consistent and strong throughout all segments, the weapons available to the Cutlass and Hornet would have difficulty making any more than an impression on the ship, which was good news. The sensors and weapon arcs though presented a little problem, not unsuprisringly. The Sensors had a solid blind spot from right astern to 10 degrees either side, and from +5 to -15 elevation, mostly this was due to the heat and radiation signature of the engines but also the positioning of the sensors. The weapon arcs were fine from right ahead through to the stern above 0 elevation but dropped to 15 degrees either side of astern below 0 elevation to -20. This was due to the concentration of the weapon on the fore part of the ship and the amidships weapons being separated by the Bridge Island and the Engine block. All of this was surmountable using tactics but it was nice to know.

Broadsword filed the information for his final report to the admiralty.

The XO stood alongside him.

“I think we are just about ready for the final exercise and then the run to Borea, is that your assessment?” He asked her.

(XO) “I think so Sir,” She said. “I would like to get this assessment of the Cargo spaces off to the Admiralty before we get to Borea, they might like the work done whilst we are there.”

“How was @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} Assessment on the proposal?”

(XO) “He was happy with it, and gave me some figures and stats for the amount of Life Support and facilities machinery we would require to make it all work.”

Broadsword nodded and read through the detail of the report including the Chief’s input.

“OK,” he said. “Happy with this, lets get it off to Admiral Pope and the Secretary of the Treasury for consideration. I will start winding things up for our Action exercise.”

Talbot nodded and left the Captain examining his exercise plan.

Broadsword-EagleLast Sunday at 1:55 PM

Back in her cabin which doubled as her office Clair put together the final items for the addendums that the Captain had just approved. She read the document through once again, knowing her work would be critically analysed by the admiralty staff. It was good. The Enhancements would be expensive , but their value to the Navy high. She added a final flourish to the Executive Summary and then sent it.

@Admiralty @ADM Galadriel Pope, CNO @Dr Aelyrya Payne, SecTreas

For Admiral Pope from Lt Cdr Talbot (Staff Officer Logisitcs) through Captain Eagle CO of RLS Vengeance. Admiral, As requested I have prepared an analysis of the condition of the cargo spaces on the Kraken Class Carrier and assessed that as a Lorell Naval ship these spaces would largely be redundant. The Accommodation and facilities of the class is small compared to the requirement for a fully manned Lorell Naval Carrier and I therefore recommend the following as useful enhancements to the RLS Vengeance. Executive Summary Fwd Port Compartment Fit 40 Standard Habs with Messroom and Facilities. Fwd Starboard Compartment Fit Quarters for an Admirals their Staff Total 10 Habs with appropriate facilities. Along with Offices Conference Room and Command and Control Hub. and Additional machinery space for Upgrade in Life Support Systems. Aft Port Compartment Victualling and Generals stores with Racking and refrigeration. Aft Starboard Compartment Munitions and Spacecraft stores with Racking and Auto store and retrieval system. Addendums Details with approximate costings based on Drake standard pricings. Should the Admiralty and Treasury agree to this proposal there is an opportunity for this work to be carried out when the Vengeance visits Borea for Guarantee Defect work at the end of the Shake Down Cruise.

ADM Galadriel Pope, CNOLast Sunday at 3:10 PM

@Broadsword-Eagle *Msg Received. Approved if you can get Drake to do it for free. At this time the Department of the Navy does not have the budget to convert the spaces. We are not broke, we just did not plan for a capitial expense on the Vengeance so early in her life span. -Admiral sends

November 19, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 1:22 AM

Tristan entered engineering and found Rylie at the consoles, was watching somethin on her mG and tapping the console interface at the same time.

“Anything on the scans?”

Rylie turned to see him. “Hey mate she said.” Tristan chuckled, all formality was gone. “Here” She said as she swiped her mG and the data the console had compiled and had been accessed by the Captain appeared on his.

“Cool, thanks. I’ll be in the mess if ya need me.”

Sitting in the mess having a coffee he reviewed the doc from Talbot and the scanning results.(edited)

He tapped out a msg to @Broadsword-Eagle “Cap, just occurred to me that the data you compiled from the scans may not be something Drake has completely done in depth. Info might be worth some credits or at least a bargaining chip for Lorell.”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:20 PM

*Broadsword was disappointed that the XO’s efforts had been knocked back by the Admiralty but at the same time not surprised. He knew that eventually they would have to carry out some of these upgrades but that would come later. Just as he was about to move onto his further planning he read the message from @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} *

He thought about it for a little while and then sent back a message.

“Tristan, that is a very good idea, it won’t raise the required credits but along with another thought I have just had we may be able to get Drake to upgrade the Life Support systems. That would enable a temporary camp bed habitat to be set up in one of the cargo holds in extremis.”

“How confident are you in your team to manage the Machinery spaces without you?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:25 PM

“I believe they could do it. The ladies work well as a team and if needed I’m sure the XO could spare one of the guys. What do you have in mind for me?”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:26 PM

“The guys are only needed for General Quarters and I only intend to exercise that for a few hours.”

“My idea is that we use the shielding issue as a bargaining tool to get the Life Support system upgraded. We have after all already paid for the shielding from your source, so if you took the Argona and went and fetched it, that would put us in a better position financially. What do you think?”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:30 PM

“I could do that. No problem Capt.”

Actually Tristan relished the idea of flying again.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:31 PM

“While you are away I will complete the schedule for the Shake down and we could meet up on Borea.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:32 PM

“I’ll brief my crew.”

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:33 PM

“Great, we have a plan. I will set the XO onto the negotiation with Drake.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:33 PM

Tristan tapped ship comms, asking the hangar to prep Argona for departure.

He went to engineering and briefed the four.

Having gathered his kit he entered the hangar, he hadn’t worn his EVA suit in a while and it was obvious he had lost weight.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:54 PM

Argona had been moved into a launch position and fueled. Tristan ran his hand along her hull, avoiding some of the ‘memory’ injuries.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 5:56 PM

Broadsword saw that Argona had been moved up to 5 spot ready for launch.

” @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} Good hunting see you in a few days.”

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 5:57 PM

“Excellent Capt. See you soon.”

Tristan had stashed his kit, closed her up and let the flight computer go through a pre flight.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:12 PM

He received clearance to depart. Damn it felt good to fly again and he hadn’t even gone anywhere.(edited)

He moved Argona slowly away from Vengeance put up the gear and moved off.

Broadsword-EagleYesterday at 6:16 PM

Broadsword stood at the front of the bridge and watched the Argona lift off and depart

He knew that it was with relief that Tristan had taken this trip on. Routine was not his friend and this trip had been routine as a matter of necessity.

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Yesterday at 6:25 PM

As soon as he had left Tristan had a crazy idea. Before the Vengeance trip he had been waiting to talk to Bernie to see if she had wanted to pilot to Terra. He slowed Argona and thought. He wasn’t sure she had a mG so he wondered if a general msg to The Core would get to her. He was far enough from Vengeance so the sig wouldn’t be traced back to her.

November 20, 2018

Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}Today at 1:43 AM

mG msg: @Broadsword-Eagle “Cap, I might be a day late. Slight detour. More time for XO Talbot to work her magic. Worked on me.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:52 AM

Erebus passes the pilots control to Ensign Trant, to get some shut eye. Despite shutting his eyes Erebus could feel Trant staring at him. Erebus quickly opens one eye and catches the ensign glancing at him “Ensign Trant?” Trant stiffens up and averts the Commanders gaze by looking straight at the window in front of him. “What is it?” Erebus asked Ensign stutters “N-Nothing, sir.” Feeling a bit playful “Spit it our Ensign Trant, that’s an order.” Just after Erebus left the bridge for a rest, Ensign Trant had played and lost a bet against the crew in the bridge and was forced to ask a question. Trant forces himself to speak. “Sir, How did you end up joining the Republic?”(edited)

Everyone on the bridge went silent and leaned over their stations to hear the commanders story

Feeling the unwanted attention, Erebus teased the ensign “Ensign Trant, I understand your refusal to acknowledge my existence and wish that I had never joined…” Ensign Trant, startled & wide eyed “N-no s-sir! That’s n-not what I…” Everyone on the bridge began to giggle and spectate the Ensigns attempt to asses the situation(edited)

“Well then Ensign Trant? Then what did you mean to say? Hmm?”(edited)

The ensign stutters but this time musters up courage “I just found it odd that nobody knew of your past, so I was curious, sir”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 4:17 AM

Understanding what was going on Erebus felt enticed to play along. Erebus clears his throat and in a serious tone “Well…” he whispers into the Ensigns ear(edited)

The bridge goes dead silent and do their best attempt to listen(edited)

Whispers silently “I am a 900 years old, genetically modified science experiment who entered a portal to another dimension and killed his entire murderous family in the process of escaping and was later found by a Rebel captain who pointed me in the right direction and found Lorell”(edited)

“Oh yeah, and I have pet wolf, not that you would know what that is”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 4:32 AM

Erebus shows his classified documents signed by Admiral Pope only to the ensign and then turns off his mbgs(edited)

Ensign Trant in awe and disbelief yells “What!? You..” Erebus shushes the ensign who proceeds to whisper(edited)

“You’re not human!? You went to another dimension? Wait? There are other dimensions?!” A grin, a sinister one, appears on the commanders face “Wait….why are you only telling me?”(edited)

The commanders reply sends a shiver down the ensigns spine whispering “Because no one… will ever…believe you”(edited)

As the ensigns jaws drop Erebus walks joyfully back to his seat relishing his victory over the crew.The other crew members go back to their jobs after failing to listen to a single word.(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 9:06 AM

Erebus receives a notice on his mbgs. Reads that Tristan was arrested and on his way to jail(edited)

@Broadsword-Eagle “Sir, we have a situation” sends the notice to captain through his mbgs “Tristans has been arrested and is being arrested at this moment sir”

“Will we replacing our chief engineer, sir?” (brb in two 2hrs)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 9:26 AM

Broadsword suddenly felt sad, he had no idea what the circumstances were or what Tristan was doing back with the fleet, something very bad had gone on.

“We will not Commander Kingsley, we will get ourselves to Borea and expedite the repairs. I think the Admiral probably needs us back with the fleet.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:11 AM

“Understood sir” turns off his mbgs and continues piloting the Vengeance to the best of his abilities(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:11 AM

“Erebus, set a course for Borea if you please.”

“XO please contact Drake Shipyard and give them our ETA. We would like to start the Guarantee repairs on arrival.”

(XO) “Aye Sir.” She went over to the Pilots desk and conferred with @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ on the most likely ETA.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:17 AM

Erebus receiving his orders and computes the ETA “ETA 48 minutes to destination, sir”

“Plotting course sir” Erebus then plots the course and prepares to depart on the captains orders(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:18 AM

“Thank you Lieutenant Commander. We will use the approach and landing to complete our in atmosphere systems.”

“Make it so Pilot.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:20 AM

“Yes captain” Erebus turns the ships nose towards Borea and smoothly slides the controls to full throttle, and heads to the plotted destination(edited)

As the Vengeance headed toward Boreas, in quantum, the entire crew got hold of the news of Tristan’s arrest. Most of the crew members were in disbelief that the man who was just on their ship moments ago was in jail for two accounts of murder(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:27 AM

Broadsword settled back in his seat and typed a message on hi mobiglas to Civsec.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:30 AM

The bridge was noisy filled with chat of Tristan’s arrest

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:32 AM

“From Commanding Officer RLS Vengeance to @CivSec . Personal for @Lt. Roan Blackbreed, CivSec. Roan I understand that my Chief Engineer is currently in your custody. I have no notion on how or why, but I request that his seniority and standing within Lorell afford him the best of possible treatment under the circumstances. If there is anything I can do to aid his situation please let me know immediately. I stand ready as surety and advocate should it be required.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:32 AM

The engine room was in full discussion and arguments about “if Tristan did it or not” were ensuing

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:32 AM

Broadsword became aware of the bridge chatter.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:33 AM

the crew members in the Vengeance were all clearly shocked but a heavy sadness filled the ship

Broadsword-EagleToday at 11:34 AM

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please.” He said firmly. “Currently we do not know the details or circumstances of the Chief’s situation. I am actively seeking clarification and when I know you will know. Until then please go about your duties, and if by any chance any of you are Christians I believe that Tristan would appreciate your prayers.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 11:35 AM

the ship went silent, all crew members listened to the captains ship wide announcement(edited)

After the announcement, the commotion dissolved & crew members silently went back to their jobs and concentrated in the tasks in front of them. They all knew bickering did no good

Borea, only a few minutes away, Erebus comma the captains XO “XO please alert the captain that Borea should be in sight in a few minutes.” @Broadsword-Eagle(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:22 PM

Broadsword walked onto the bridge as Erebus sent the message.

“Thank you Erebus.” He said and settled in his chair looking around the full team on the bridge. “I have heard from CIVSEC, they have Tristan in custody and have not given me any further information at this time. They assure me he is being treated well.”

“Right Pilot as soon as we have clearance take her down into atmosphere, I want a steady reduction in altitude to test out the gravity reaction and the VTOL thrusters. Once we, or rather you are happy that we have good control we will then proceed to Odyssa and the waiting landing platform at the Drake Shipyard.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:30 PM

Erebus makes notes inside his head “Understood, sir”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:31 PM

(XO) “Sir, can we discuss shore leave when we are at Odyssa?”

“We can discuss it.” Broadsword answered curtly.

(XO) “The area is known to be rather rough and there is a Gang problem, we may have to restrict shore leave to business visits only.”

Broadsword nodded thoughtfully as he watched @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ bring the ship slowly into the upper atmosphere.

“We have clearance to proceed Pilot, take her down.”

He turned back to the XO.

“Clair, I understand what you are saying, however some of the crew are subcontracted from Drake and may have families here, it would not be right to restrict them, although it may be an idea to have a plan to phase their timings so we don’t have them all jumping ship.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:40 PM

Erebus gently turns the thrusters downwards and engages all thrusters to maximum power slowing the RLS Vengeance. The clouds under the ship disperse like curtains and the hangar pad is in sight

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:41 PM

“How is she handling?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:41 PM

“Despite being a Drake, surprisingly well, sir”

“Dont tell them I said that”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:42 PM

“Good good, take her in then.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:42 PM

“Yes sir”

As the Vengeance approaches the landing pad clouds of dust and sand blast away from the power of the thrusters

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:42 PM

The XO waited to one side as she watched the coordination between Captain and Pilot.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:44 PM

Erebus faces Ensign Trant and commands “Ensign Trant, now.” Ensign Trant with the press of a button unfolds the landing gears of the ship(edited)

Erebus centers the ship and gently lands the ship on the dusty landing pad

“Touch down, captain”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:45 PM

“Nicely done Erebus, nicely done.”

“OK team, secure ship, all personnel with defect rectification requirements to the Forward Hangar, XO set up a Maintenance office there please, keep the raff out of the accommodation if we can.”

Broadsword turned and added to the XO.

“Once the maintenance is under way allow shore leave to restricted areas. Only one watch ashore at once.”

(XO) “Aye sir.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:49 PM

Erebus with a couple clicks, touches, and switches in front of his panel, secures the ships systems and gets ready for more orders

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:49 PM

“Erebus, my cabin if you will, I feel the need for a drink or two and it is churlish to drink alone.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:49 PM

“Yes, sir”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:50 PM

Not for the first time Broadsword wished he had not let @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} off to get that shielding.(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:51 PM

Even though he agreed, he felt a growing concern over the captains state of mind

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:52 PM

Broadsword detected the note of worry on his Pilots face.

They walked down to his cabin and he sat behind his desk motioning Erebus to the couch off to the side. He opened a drawer in the desk, took out two glasses and a bottle of whisky. Looking over at the Lieutenant Commander in his neat pressed Lorell uniform. He poured a stiff three fingers in each and brought one of the glasses around to Erebus.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:55 PM

Erebus grabs a glass

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:56 PM

“You need not worry about me Erebus, I have seen and done worse, whatever Tristan has done I am sure he had his reasons. When we get back we will do our best to get him free. Within the Lorellian Law of course.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:57 PM

“Of course, sir. As for now he is innocent… until proven guilty.”

worries about Tristan

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:57 PM

“In the mean time, Here is to Tristan, may he be safe and secure.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:58 PM

“To Tristan”

“and his beard”

Erebus chuckels

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:58 PM

Broadsword took a sip of his drink relishing the harsh liquid on his tongue.

“Agreed, and his beard!”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 2:59 PM

Erebus takes a sip ,but the scent and tasteover take him and finishes his drink in one nice shot(edited)

“Hot damn, sir. I need to get myself a bottle”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:00 PM

Broadsword notes the disappearing drink and reaches for the bottle. He refills the glass.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:01 PM

Erebus gladly accepts a second pour(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:01 PM

“It is good isn’t it. Terran, and 10 years old. Not up to Tristan’s usual standard but good enough for a heathen like me.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:02 PM

“It’s quite excellent, sir. I’m going to have to stock up”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:03 PM

“Now, I anticipate that we are going to be here for about 48 hours.” He settles back down behind his desk and tops up his own drink. “I would like you to take some time and Ensign Trant and do some exploring around the flesh pots, see what you can find out about the place.”

“Kick back a bit too. You both deserve a break.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:05 PM

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Would you like something? We could grab something on our way back?”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:06 PM

“No I am fine, thank you for asking. Any good intelligence that is all I ask. It may be useful to ourselves in future.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:06 PM

“Understood, sir”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:07 PM

Broadsword settled back and sipped his drink, they sat in companionable silence for a while.

He then abruptly sat forward.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:08 PM

Erebus enjoys his drink taking only short sips at a time

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:08 PM

“Right then Pilot,” He said. “I won’t keep you any longer, get that Ensign ashore.”

“Thank you for your time, and your excellent piloting skills. You have no idea how much easier that makes my job.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:10 PM

Erebus grins “Just doing my duty, sir. Just find me when you need me” He then chugs what remains in his glass and leaves the captains room after saluting the captain(edited)

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:11 PM

Broadsword refilled his glass for the last time. He sipped and thought and thought and sipped feeling the weariness of the cruise fall over him. Just as his eyes were closing, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

(XO) “Sir, I have the Drake Supervisor here to see you. He is the General Manager for the Ship yard and is interested in the data we have collected.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQToday at 3:13 PM

Erebus goes through the hallway in front of the crew quarters and stops in front of Ensign Trants door. Erebus knocks

Ensign Trant tiredly groans “Who is it?~”

Broadsword-EagleToday at 3:15 PM

For the next hour hour Broadsword the XO and the Drake General Manager exchanged pleasantries, information and agreed deals. When they left Broadsword went and lay on his bunk not even stopping to remove his clothes, he was asleep before his head touched the pillow.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Tuesday at 3:15 PM

Trant opens the door and as he realizes that the LCDR is infront of his door he freezes

“Oh? Now you’re not even saluting?”(edited)

Looks at his watch

“As of now you have 2 minutes to get ready to leave, understood?”(edited)

Ensign Trant snaps out of it, and gives the LCDR a stuttering salute and squeals out a “Y e s, sir!”(edited)

Erebus then watches the Ensign run around his room trying to get ready as fast as he can

Ensing Trant quickly puts on a navy uniform and grabs his hat and briefcase, and goes back to the LCDR

As Trant stands in front of the LCDR, Erebus suddenly grabs the Ensigns briefcase and Navy hat and throws them back into the room

“Ensing Trant! We are not going to the Navy Ball! Look at me!”(edited)

Trant just notices that the LCDR is in civilian clothing

“We are going out to collect intel. So look the part!”

ensign Trant quickly puts on some normal clothes and goes back to Erebus

Without a word Erebus begins to walk towards the hangar bay and ensign Trant follows(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Tuesday at 9:17 PM

Broadsword was woken by his Mobiglas pinging, he had not taken it off before he laid down, in fact he hadn’t taken anything off, worse he didn’t remember laying down. It was from @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} thank god, he whispered to himself.

He replied directly.

“Not to worry, Cat has it all in hand and the XO is helping her with the paperwork. We were all worried sick when we heard, I hope you are alright. Let me know if there is anything I can do and I mean anything. We are at Drake shipyard for the next 48 hours or so then we will be back with the fleet. Keep safe and don’t do anything, or anything else stupid. Clark.” @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA}

November 21, 2018

Lt. Roan Blackbreed, CivSecLast Wednesday at 4:48 AM

Broadsword and Erebus’ mGs ping simultaneously with the same msg “Gentlemen, I’ve heard the vengeance is out for a spin. Once you’re back in home turf and routine becomes the usual again meet me in the Core, first rounds on me. Lt. Blackbreed”(edited)

@Broadsword-Eagle @LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQ

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 10:26 AM

As Erebus and Trant arrive at the hangar Erebus opens his mbgs and presses a button. The sound of machines and metal grinding against metal echo the hangar. A gust of air and sand blow into the room and sunlights brightly illuminates the interior of the RLS Vengeance as the hangar doors open.(edited)

Erebus and Trant exit the ship and head for the city

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 3:46 PM

Trant follows Erebus to what seems to be the entrance of a bar. Erebus turns around and faces Trant. “Listen Trant. We are here to investigate and grab useful intel, so follow my lead and don’t get us into trouble, understood?” Ensign Trant responds “Yes, Si…” Erebus covers Ensign Trant’s mouth before he can finish “No sir’s, salutes, or anything that reveals us to military of any sort. Do you understand?” Ensign Trant quickly nods(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 4:01 PM

As Erebus opens the doors to the bar, the sunlight casts two shadows on the bars floor. Erebus and Trant walk in grabbing the attention of the twelve men inside the bar(edited)

Trant feeling everyone’s gaze on him stiffens up

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 4:18 PM

Erebus walks up to the bar, Trant following closely by. The bartender, smoking a cigar turns around and faces Erebus and tip’s his bowler hat With a very heavy western accent “Name’s Ceasar. Welcome to Bacchus’s Horn. What may I get you two folks?” Erebus quickly scans the selection but find nothing to his liking. He then slightly leans over, one elbow on the table, and whispers “What’s under the table?”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 4:51 PM

Caesar grins and disappears under the bar table and then reappears with a brand new bottle on his bionic arm. He unscrews the glass cap and then a POP! is heard as he removes the cork from the brand new bottle. The strong aroma engulfs the three men’s noses whom inhale and exhale deeply enjoying the deep fragrance. Caesar then grabs three glass bottles and pours “1792 Full Proof Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey, very very rare” Caesar proudly states After pouring he slides the drinks over to the two men. Erebus and Trant grab a glass and the three men touch glasses and drink. Erebus and Caesar finish drinking however Trant coughs as the burning sensation on his throat overwhelm’s him. The two men laugh at Trant. Caesar pours another(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 5:30 PM

“You folks aren’t from around here, aint ya?” Caesar asks Erebus knew he couldn’t fool the man “No, how did you guess?”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 5:39 PM

Caesar laughs “Guess? It’s clear as daylight! Look around ya..” As Erebus turns around, Caesar continues “All the folk coming in here are buried in dust or dirt, If it aint either, blood and bruises. Look at you two, your faces clean as a babies butt” Caesar giggles “So~ what brings you two strangers all the way out here?” Trant slowly sips on his drink as he spectates his commander and the bartender talk(edited)

“Repairs…” Erebus replied(edited)

“…and looking for the latest news around town” Caesar crosses his arm “Well there’s not much going aro…” Erebus slides several bills over to Caesar. Caesar smiles(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Wednesday at 5:50 PM

“Well, the most recent whispers is about two Drake employees disappeared and got shot by some rebels…” Startled by the unexpected talk of Tristan, Trant coughs again(edited)

Caesar continues as he shakes his head as he sees Trant waste his drink “..I also hear that the Drake higher ups trying to “acquire” a prototype of some sort. Whispers called it Arrow, Anvil make. Aside from that, it’s mostly been quiet.”(edited)

November 22, 2018

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 12:03 AM

Erebus raises his eyebrow. He knows a town like this isn’t quiet, ever. Erebus sighs and slides two more bills across the bar table. However, Caesar doesn’t reach for the money. He stays crossed arm, still as a rock. Erebus begins negotiating “I’ll buy that bottle… Erebus points at the 1792 Kentucky Straight Bourbon they just sampled “…as we leave, so give me something worth it, what do you say?” Caesar grins and begins spilling all that he had heard. Most of the gossip wasn’t of much interest until…(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 12:42 AM

“… there’s news of trouble. Mostly of internal power struggle within the Russian Mafia, Hotel Moscow. Somebody, according to whispers… Caesar looks behind Erebus, and indicates a man by nodding, pointing him out for among the crowd. “…double crossed them and is smuggling himself out this system. The smugglers are most likely the men he’s with…”(edited)

As the bartender points out the man Trant tries to turn around to look, but is only stopped by Erebus. Erebus doesn’t turn around but watches a young man through the glass mirror in front of him, enjoying his time in a low stakes poker game, chatting and making friends with his two smugglers at the corner of the bar Caesar continues “…I have no idea to why that young soul would do something as brash to cross Hotel Moscow, but he won’t make it far” Hotel Moscow, composed of dedicated former Russian paratroopers and & Neo-Spetsnaz, all serving under their leader Balalaika, are a branch of the Russian mafia based in the city of Magnus II. Hotel Moscow is considered to be in control of the city and most of the underground market.(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 1:49 AM

Erebus asks “Wont make it far?” Caesar nods and he cleans the floor with a mop “If you cross Hotel Moscow, you won’t see…”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 3:12 AM

Before Caesar could finish Erebus notices faint engine noises outside the bar. “Two. No, three Dragonfly” Erebus thinks to himself. Suddenly three grenades shatter the bars glass windows and tumble across the floor. ! B O O M ! The explosions kill most of the people inside the bar. Those who survived, limped and crawled their way to the door but are only met with an unending barrage of bullets. Tracer rounds light up the now dark room, while bullets shatter bottles, wreck furniture, and fill the bar’s walls and columns with holes. Fortunately Erebus was quick enough to throw Trant over the bar table. Both men take cover along with Caesar behind the table “You’ve bulletproofed the bar table?” Erebus screamed Caesar grabs a shotgun from under the bar table “It can handle up to a .50 caliber!” He proudly stated Erebus turn to Trant next to him and checks for wounds “You alive Trant?” “Dead!” Trant cried “People are dead! I finally graduated and thought I’d live a peaceful life~! This isn’t fair!” Erebus slaps Trant “Dont cry, dipshit!” Erebus loads and puts a gun on Trant’s hand “Remember your training!” Erebus screamed The barrage of bullets came to a halt. For a moment there was silence until voices of several men, with heavy Russian accents were heard just outside the bar “I think I heard a voice” one voice shouted “Aleksandr, go check it out! I hate survivors!” another voice commanded A man enters the bar pointing his gun around as he slowly walks around checking for survivors. He then looks behind the bar table only to be shot in the head with a shotgun by Caesar. The body flies across the room and as the body drops to the floor the barrage of bullets begins once again Caesar not wanting his bar to be completely destroyed he screams for the firing to stop. The leader of the group shouts at the men to stop shooting, then calls out “Who is this? Drop your weapons and come out with your hands in the air!”(edited)

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:24 AM

Erebus faces Caesar and presses his index finger against his lips gesturing to keep him and Trant a secret Caeser agreed and yelled “It’s Caesar! The bartender! But I’m not coming out until I’m sure that I’m not going to be shot down like a dog!” The leader recognizes the bartender’s voice “Caesar? Ah~ Sorry my friend. Its Mikhail, I have orders from Hotel Moscow! We heard that a rat had entered you bar, so…so… you know It’s just business, you know?” Caesar peers through a broken glass mirror and sees his bar completely destroyed. A sudden rage erupts from Caesar “How many times have you destroyed my shop?! You owe me for all of this!” Mikahel notices Caesar’s anger “Hey~ calm down my friend! I’ll make you good deal. Come and I will personally will talk to Balalaika and ask her for money for repairs, eh?” Caesar still raging “Fuck you! I’m not gonna fall for that shit coming from your ass! FUCK!!! I’ll weld your asshole shut and make you a new one on your head! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!”(edited)

Knowing that any more talking was futile the Mikhael and his men run into the bar and take cover behind the concrete columns. Erebus watched the men come in through the broken glass mirror and counted five men “Caesar! You are outnumbered! Come now my friend and we can solve this peacefully” Mikhael nods to his men, signaling to advance on the bar table. Just as the men jump out of the columns, Erebus quickly reaches under his leather jacket and pulls out his suppressed SOCOM H&K MK23 and with his legs, pushes and slides himself to the end to the bar table and fires. As two men immediately go down, Erebus goes back into cover as so does the rest of Mikhaels men. Mikhael annoyed and angry Ебать!(FUCK!) he shouted “This is why I hate survivors! Caesar you traitorous Сука! I’ll kill you along with that Novaya Moskva rat!” Mikhael tries to calm down “Caesar, who’s that friend of yours, ah?” “New Moscow? The ones who were involved with @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} ‘s arrest?” Ensign Trant quietly asked “Yup. Seems like it, but right now we have to get out of here.” Erebus replied Erebus then yells out from behind the bar table “Hello my friend! Did you say New Moscow? It looks like we have a common enemy, would you mind letting us go?” As Erebus was asking the question, he signaled Caesar suggesting to use his hat as a distraction. Caesar at first hesitated but then kissed hat goodbye and hung it on a broom, waiting for the signal Mikhael responded as he and his men peeked behind the columns “Let you go?! Hah! No! no! no! no! You don’t make deals here! You understand?! “Well, looks we’re in a Mexican standoff!” Erebus yelled(edited)

Mikhael confused “A what?!” Erebus gave Caesar the signal to which he immediately poked his hat out with the broom. Mikhael and his two other men came out of cover and fired upon the decoy. Erebus popped up behind the bar table and fired back killing two more gang member, leaving Mikhael the only survivor. Mikhael was furious. He was spitting out every known curse word he could think of at the moment, as he and Erebus took cover once again. “Not looking so good now, does it Mikhael? Would you mind letting us go now?” Erebus yelled Mikhael only answered back by swearing and cussing Erebus then proceeded to execute his next plan, but it was extremely risky “Look Mikhael, I’ve run out of bullets and so did Caesar. So how about we call this a temporary truce and we all go home for the night? How does that sound?” Mikhael collects as much phlegm and spits on the floor(edited)

“I guess that’s a no then? Okay. Baby steps, let’s start with baby steps.” Erebus asks Caesar for his shotgun, which he hands over. Erebus then suddenly throw his gun and Caesar’s shotgun over the bar table, which landing besides Mikhael. Mikhael confused shout “What are you doing?! What is this?!” He shouted Erebus replied “Baby steps! Caesar and I will come out slowly so don’t shoot us!” Caesar shakes his head disagreeing with the idea but as Erebus insists Caesar gives up and follows Erebus’s lead. With both hands up in the air Erebus and Caesar slowly come out of the bar table. Mikhael peeking behind the column sees the two men slowly appear behind the bar table, however as soon as he saw both men reveal themselves, he jumps out of cover ready to kill. Two gunshots in rapid succession are fired, but not from Mikhael. From the other end of the bar table smoke is emitting from Ensign Trant’s L86 Ballistic Pistol.(edited)

Mikhael drops his gun and falls to his knees and then lays on the floor dead. Erebus walks over to the dead body and confirms Mikhael’s death. He then picks up his SOCOM H&K MK23 and holsters it back into his shoulder holster within his leather jacket. He then walks over to Caesar, who was sulking as he saw his bar destroyed, and handed him his shotgun back. Ensgin Trant stood still as a rock. It was his first time in an actual gunfight, and even his first time killing someone. Erebus walked over and patted dust off Trant’s shoulder and said “Ensign Trant. Stay with me. We aren’t done here yet We have to get back to our ship and report back.” Ensign Trant gave the commander a slight nod and picked up his gun and holstered it. Erebus then turned to Caesar “Caesar, what do you plan on doing? You can’t stay here or Hotel Moscow will have their revenge.” Caesar still shocked to see his bar destroyed answers “I don’t really know. All I had or have is here. I have nowhere else to go.” Erebus then helped Caesar back to his feet “Well if you don’t mind, why don’t you travel with us? If you’re looking for a job we have a bar, back home called the Fractured Core, and they definitely could use a bartender like you, especially now”

Caesar thinks carefully, and asks “Where is your home?” “The Republic of Lorell” Erebus replied “We’re an independent group of folks, and we’re looking to expand our horizons. I’m sure you’ll fit right in” Caesar shrugs “I guess, I have no choice now. Caesar sighs, but is hit with a ray of reflected sunlight. Despite the chaos that ensued inside his bar the 1792 Full Proof Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey bottle was untouched in the battle and shined as the glass reflected the sunlight poking through the bullet holes. Glad to see the bottle intact Caesar grins and grabs the bottle and begins packing. As Erebus watched Caesar pack he was interrupted by Ensing Trant who was checking the bodies of the other men who were at the bar. “Commander! We have a survivor!” Erebus quickly rushes over to the survivor and as Erebus identifies the survivor Erebus utters in disbelief “Bless my lucky stars” The survivor was in fact the New Moscow double agent who was playing the low stakes poker game. The two bodies of the smugglers muffled the blast and damage of the grenades only knocking out the New Moscow agent. “Good job Esnign Trant! Very good! Enisgn Trant, I have orders for you.” Ensign Trant straightens up and salutes “Yes sir” Erebus commands “Search the bodies for the keys to the Dragonfly’s. We’ll ride those out of town and dispose of any tracking system on them. We will then proceed back to the RLS Vengeance and secure the agent and Caesar, understood” Trant replied “Yes sir!”

As preparations were done Erebus, Trant, Caesar along with the tied up New Moscow agent rode the Dragonfly’s out of town unnoticed. They thoroughly checked for any tracking or any sort of systems that could potentially reveal their location. Once they knew they were safe, the group headed back to the RLS Vengeance. Upon arriving Erebus opens his mbgs and clicks on a button which opens up the hangars gates. As the hangar gates close behind them the group slowly ride their way inside the hangar of the RLS Vengeance. The group unmount and as the agent is handed over to security Erebus makes it clear to triple security around the agent. The guards salute and take the agent to the infirmary. Erebus then turns to Trant and Caesar “Caesar, I know you’ve a lot today but I know you’ll do fine in your new home. I’ll put in a good word for you at the Core” Caesar smiles and waves goodbye as an officer take Caesar to his room “Ensign Trant. Attention!” Trant stands straight up and salutes “Yes sir.” Erebus continues “Ensign Trant, despite your lack of experience I commend you for your actions today. You were excellent, you deserve two days off. Also, know that I will put in a good word for you and ask that you be raised to Lieutenant Junior Grade. Enjoy your day.” Erebus salutes back at the smiling Ensign Trant, and walks back to his quarters. At his room he unbuckles the shoulder holster and then has a nice warm shower. After the shower Erebus hides his gun under his bed the proceeds to put on a uniform and makes his way to the captain’s quarters to report on the mission. Erebus knocks. @Broadsword-Eagle(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:32 AM

“Come in.” Broadsword had woken again, showered and was ready to have a walk around the ship to monitor progress.

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:34 AM

Erebus opens the door walks in and stands in front of the captain and salutes o7

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:35 AM

Broadsword returns the salute and smiles at his Pilot.

“Good run ashore?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:37 AM

“We did run into some trouble but aside from that we have some interesting intel, sir”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:38 AM

Broadsword sat back down and indicated the chiar opposite his desk for Erebus(edited)

“Do tell.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:39 AM

“Yes sir. According to the bartender Caesar whom we secured, a power struggle is currently ensuing within the Russian mafia known as Hotel Moscow, who is led by a woman named Balalaika.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:39 AM

“Interesting.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:40 AM

“We were also able to determine that the power struggle was initiated by a double agent from another Russian mafia known as New Moscow, the ones who were involved with Chief Engineer @Tristan Daughrity {ECHA} an arrest. The double agent was with us inside the bar who was looking to smuggle himself out of Magnus II.”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:42 AM

“So wait, you have this man on board?”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:43 AM

“Yes sir. He is unconscious at the moment and is at the infirmary. I have made it clear that security be tripled around the prisoner”(edited)

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:45 AM

“OK, but our security is also the deck crew, so they are somewhat limited. I think we need to get the Medics to sedate the guy until we get back to the fleet.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:46 AM

“Understood, sir”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:47 AM

“My worry is though that we may be introducing another enemy to Lorell that they may be able to do without. I will discuss it with the Admiralty and formulate a plan. In the mean time ask the Medics to keep him, er, relaxed.”

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQLast Thursday at 11:47 AM

“About that sir…”

Broadsword-EagleLast Thursday at 11:49 AM

“Yes?”

November 23, 2018

LCDR Erebus Kingsley, 1st SQYesterday at 4:13 AM

“I believe we should gather more intel from Caesar, who is on board, about the Boreas System and the planet Magnus II. Afterall he has seen and heard many things while he was a bartender. I believe he will cooperate with us if he is assured safety and a job at the Core, sir”(edited)

November 24, 2018

Broadsword-EagleToday at 2:57 PM

“I agree Commander. thank you for your efforts.” Broadsword nodded and Erebus took the hint and left.

Mulling over the situation Broadsword hoped that their time on Borea would not be extended. He dropped a note to the XO on his Mobiglas letting her know about the extra personnel she had to accommodate and asking for an update on the progress. He then got up from his desk and set about a walk around the ship.

Three hours later he walked onto the bridge, the progress on defects and the upgrading of the Life Support system was good and they should be ready to leave in the next twelve hours which was also good. The Drake General Manager had caught him during his walk around and had told him about a disturbance in the town the last night which had caused a bit of a upset. Broadsword had assured him that all his people had reported back without incident so it had probably been something to do with the Gangs issue. The General Manager did not question him further.

After checking the preparations for their departure and the trip back to the fleet, he sat back and thought about their two ‘visitors’. He would have to tell the Admiralty as soon as they were on route, it would not be prudent to say anything until they were clear of prying cyber eyes and ears.