Star Fox: Starfleet Command

[Star_Dragon]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that my RP was approved, so here goes.

So far, we have:

Kursed - Protoss Cerinian Alliance

Braux - New Cornerian Trade Sect.

Asper Sarnoff - Dragonarian Star Empire (Second-in-command)

RedPheonix32? - United Federation of Planets

Me (Star_Dragon) - Dragonarian-Kemorainian Alliance (Primary Commander)

If I left you out, let me know. Soon as I get confirmation from at least one member, We'll begin.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

Confirmed. Please begin.

[Braux]

yupyup

[Kursed]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that my RP was approved, so here goes.

So far, we have:

Kursed - Cerinian Remnant

Braux - New Cornerian Trade Sect.

Asper Sarnoff - Dragonarian Star Empire (Second-in-command)

RedPheonix32? - United Federation of Planets

Me (Star_Dragon) - Dragonarian-Kemorainian Alliance (Primary Commander)

If I left you out, let me know. Soon as I get confirmation from at least one member, We'll begin.

The PRotoss Cerinian Alliance is here

[Star_Dragon]

(Acknowledged, beginning...)

Location: Dragonarian-Kemorainian Naval Academy, Dragonaria Prime

Time: 10:35 A.M. (Arbitrarily-set Earth Time)

    "Ladies and Gentlemen," said the teacher. "Meet the Kemorainians." Instantly, a hologram of a Kemorainian Phayder Assassin flickered into view. The holographic assassin appeared serpentine in appearance, with the head of a cobra, complete with a flat, triangular skull, snake-like eyes, and fangs. His legs were double-jointed and extremely muscular, and his torso and arms were even more brawny. He wore a set of gray armor that gave him a slightly hunched appearance, making him look like what he was--a very dangerous warrior. "Over the course of this semester, you'll become intimately familiar with the Kemorainian Empire. You'll learn about what caused them to become genocidally racist, about their many wars, the reformation of the empire, and lastly, the technology of the Kemorainian Imperial Remnant (see my last post in the "RP Requests" forum).

    "And, this year, we are very fortunate to have two guest speakers, the two men who literally wrote the books on the Kemorainian Empire, General Keldonar Kedd'khan, and Fleet Admiral Kylet'oran Jek'ari."

    That's my cue, Kylet'oran thought. Motioning for his Kemorainian companion to follow, He and Keldonar entered a room alive with the sound of applause. He walked up to one of two podiums, looked up, and noticed that one cadet had a hand raised.

    "A question already, cadet?" Keldonar said.

    "I suppose it could wait until after class, sir." the cadet replied, rising to his feet.

    "One reason that we came here was to answer questions about the Kemorainian Empire, so go ahead. Speak your mind." Kylet'oran stated.

    "Yes sir," the cadet answered. "If memory serves, Admiral Kylet'oran was murdered just before the first war."

    "Sounds like--" the teacher started.

    "I thought you had a question, cadet." Keldonar cut in. Keldonar was very protective of Kylet'oran's feelings, and knew how he felt at the mentioning of that subject. It was a subject that only Keldonar and Kylet'oran's wife understood.

    "Aye, sir," the cadet continued, "When Kylet'oran was killed, what exactly were General Tibarik Kedd'khan's motives?" If the mentioning of Kylet'oran's murder was a sensitive subject, the motives behind it was even more so. Kylet'oran was about to chew the cadet out for probing a superior officer's past when a young, freckle-faced ensign appeared.

    "Admiral, General, you have an incoming subspace message." she said. Kylet'oran half-stormed, half-walked out of the class, followed closely by Keldonar. The duo rounded two corners and took the service lift to their penthouse suite at the top of the building, where they walked over to the subspace transmitter and answered the call. the face that appeared on-screen was that of Kylet'oran's son, Cptn. Stathl'en Jek'ari.

    "Sorry if I pulled you two out of something important," he said.

    "That's alright," Keldonar said. "What's going on?"

    "Well, sir," Stathl'en replied, "I'm not sure. Several merchant ships have been reporting to have detected a cloaked ship along the former Mirdakian Neutral zone that pulled them out of light speed, scanned them, and turned them loose.. At the time, we don't know what to make of it. The Emperor requests that dad go investigate, seems how he has the best anti-cloak scanner in the quadrant." Kylet'oran nodded.

    "Acknowledged. Meet me there, son." Kylet'oran ordered. Stathl'en nodded, pressed a button, and the screen went black.

    "Could be a trap," Keldonar said.

    "True..." Kylet'oran replied. "But traps work both ways, yes?" Keldonar smiled. He knew that when it came down to doing something with his son, there was no way Keldonar could talk the father into letting him tag along.

    "Be careful out there," Keldonar stated.

    "I intend to." Kylet'oran answered.

(Anyone want to take the place of that ship?... and just so you know, I'm not going to be here on weekends & holidays.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(I for most parts only have time on holydays and weekends, but whatever. I'll get some character info up soon. Perhaps you should create a thread for this RP in the discussion section?)

[Star_Dragon]

(That's alright with me, as long as we post on a semi-regular basis. BTW, anyone who wants to take control of that ship along the former Mirdakian Neutral Zone can. And just so you know, the Mirdakians were another race from my stories, but they were annihilated by the Kemorainian Empire. It happens in a story of mine that's still being thought over, Chronicles of the Mirdakian Rift War, Book II: Warring Empires)

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

On the outer rim of UFP space, the USS Enterprise F was patrolling, and waiting for a mission.

"Status, Mr. Degenaars." said Captain Jeremy Smith.

"No changes within 100,000 kilometers. Just the usual anomolys." said Lieutenent Commander Spencer Degenaars.

"Continue scans." said Captain Smith. "Bring us to coordinates 330 mark 178, Mr. Ginnell."

"Aye, sir." said Lieutenent Connor Ginnell.

The ship moved downward and to the left slowly, moving a few kilometers until it started slowly drifting.

[Vindr]

(I'll take a go at this, hopefully you all won't outrun me on this one.)

A new day, a new hope.

General Kalin Dorbejev, stood, atop the bridge, a new commander, fresh out of the academy.  Below him, the separatist colony of Alpha-Centurai, ever watchful.  All eyes were on him now, he would have to make the best of moves...

"Speed to 70%, nose up by thirty degrees, retract our gear."

"Yes sir."

And they were off.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Captain, Im getting a ship of unknown make on sensors." said Mr. Degenaars.

"On viewer." said Captain Smith.

(first contact with another civilization!)

[Kursed]

(my fleet will be flying in the Area near that one  ship Star_Dragon.)

A single ship (a Protoss Arbiter) flew slowly towards the line of the Mirdakian Neutral zone  under neath it 3 large  what appeared to be Distortion fields like the heat from jet exhaust that distorted vision truley these large distortions were captial ships although In space with the naked eye it was  impossble to see ,but not undetectable with the right equipment. on board the largest capital ship a Anthropomorphic Blue Vixen wearing a simple almost skin tight  jumpsuit matching with her fur color stood on the bridge with  Protoss and robots  working the controls  around her.  "Are you sure this is where we lost the Scout Observer?"The blue Vixen named Krystal asked.  "Yes quiet sure."Replied a Protoss named Fenix at the holodisplay next to where Krystal was standing. "Right then I suggest We Prepare the DImensional Recall just in case we run into trouble we may need the fleet."Krystal  said. Fenix Simply nodded.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

(mind if I pitch in?)

[Kursed]

(mind if I pitch in?)

(if you like just don't ram into the cloaked ships do what you want with the arbiter. ,but since i'm kinda waiting for everyone else I will only respond to your next post.)

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Send a friendly hail." said Captain Smith.

"Haling frequency's open." said tactical/security officer Lieutenent Viktor O'Curra.

"This is Captain Jeremy Smith of the USS Enterprise. You do not appear to have be in contact with my race yet, so let me be the first to say greetings."

[Kursed]

"KRystal look at this!"FeniX shouted. Krystal ran over to The large Protoss Zealot and looked at the holodisplay "What are Terrans?"Krystal asked  Fenix quickly filled her in telepathically since the protoss were very strong telepaths . "Isn't it odd though that these terran"s have no configuration of the  Dominion or any other  force of Terrans you've encountered though I doubt This Raynor has a new ship."Krystal replied.

Fenix put  his hand up to his chin "Hmmm your right we should be extremely careful."he replied.

"indeed."Krystal said as they recieved the hail....

"This is Krystal of the Cerinian Protoss Alliance Galatea. "I wish to send a greeting back but  my friends have had some bad experinces with a species similar to yours are you perhaps Terran or some other species?"

(Okay just for the record Protoss only speak telepathically ,but for the purpose of this roleplay they will talk...)

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

(or Krystal can speak for them.)

"Mr. Degenaars, put that through the universal translator, and get our telepaths to try and communicate." said Captain Smith.

The first officer, Commander Cameron Gregory walked in the room. "Whats going on?" he asked.

"Apperently we have come into contact with a new race." said Captain smith.

[Kursed]

"Why is there no responce."Fenix asked.

"Be paintent Young warrior their probably  working on a responce or something Send the second Observer out maybe we need to boost the signal a bit the Cloaking Field could be interfearing with our transmission."Krystal replied

Fenix nodded  as he launched the observer which headed for the enterprize."Krystal replied.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Sir, they're send out a shuttlepod." said Lt. O'Cura.

"Open shuttlebay 1." said Capt. Smith. "Prepare for an ambassador arrival." he stood up and headed for the turbolift to the shuttlebay.

[Braux]

NCTS Gravity-Well; Planet: Desert Home "Arjon"

13:30 LHT (Local Homeworld Time)

Outer Rim of NCTS Territory.

Military Docking Bay 252: Briefing Arena.

===

Several thousand people stood in the stands, some holographic, others fully there. Some wearing armor, others wearing decorated staff uniforms. It was standard issue to inform all crew members, especially one which uses an entire capital ship, to be briefed on their individual roles, and what the mission and deployment was about.

He wore a dark blue uniform, Brown shoes (Alpha Centuri Import), and was completely decorated, with  most of the metals issued during the Pirate Wars. He wore no hat, none was deemed needed, just a headset. His face was set in stone, or it seemed carved out of it at least, with greying hair and wrinkles. His origin was human, one of the few that lived in the NCTS.

"... And we'll take a detour through this friendly star system, escorting the CS "Nevuo" along its way, until we reach it's deemed area of trade commence, wait until the trading is done. You may dock and spend time on the buyer's planet. But remember, you as a whole, are representing the NCTS itself. Be on your best behaviour", He finished.

Captian Rischardson, they called him, Master and Commander of the famous Capital ship "TTS Titan."

The Captian stood on the large stage, pointing at a map with a laser pointer. Showing and making observations on the route.

A holographic wolf in the back, in full Marine gear, raised his hand

"So uh, Why exactly do we-s need 'dis escort, if its going into neutral territory again? Uh, Sir?"

Damn hotshot... Don't they ever listen...? He thought to himself.

"Because We're going through Cornerian Territory, and we haven't set up stable relations with them yet, so we are the insurance."

This was a lie of course, he knew the real reason, but wasn't at liberty, or at stake, to tell why.

One of his leading Officers walked near him and whispered in his ear. The officer then moved to full view of the crowd and yelled:

"Alright! You heard the briefing! get down to the Titan immediately! We're docking and leaving at exactly 15:00! Move!"

The holographic soldiers, technicians, and others dropped out, they were already inside the ship. The other's in the stands began run out, toward the Docking bays.

[Kursed]

"Sir, they're send out a shuttlepod." said Lt. O'Cura.

"Open shuttlebay 1." said Capt. Smith. "Prepare for an ambassador arrival." he stood up and headed for the turbolift to the shuttlebay.

'Krystal opened up a channle "Hey umm that's not a shuttle pod it's a  robotic scout ship I thought our message was messed up when it was sent to you so I sen the Scout out to transmit the transmission clearer sorry for the misunderstanding you still havn't answered my question though."

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"What is the question, Mrs?" said Captain Smith. The shuttle door closed.

[Kursed]

"ya know what It'll be much simpler if I come there Hold on."Krystal replied. a few minutes later a Transport launched from the cloaked Galatae once it  reached the outside of the cloaking Field transmitted by the Arbiter it became visible

"This is the transport Omega one Requesting permission to land."Krystal said over the comm channel as the transport came within 2000 meters of the Eneterprise

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Permission granted. Access level is envoy ambassador. You will be subject to escort and security checkpoints. Please proceed to docking bay one." said the comm officer. The doors to shuttle bay one opened.

[Kursed]

"umm how tall are your doorways?"KRystal asked as the transport docked and landed in the shuttle bay looking at the two 9 foot Protoss Zealots standing next to her clearly a lot taller than herself only being about 5'9" herself.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"7 feet ma'am. Is there an occupant with a larger size than that?" asked the comm officer. "We can arrange for a molecular transport so it's easier."