Star Fox: Starfleet Command

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"It sure as hell wasnt us." said the captain. He nodded in agreement for them to show them the coodrinates.

[Kursed]

"It sure as hell wasnt us." said the captain. He nodded in agreement for them to show them the coodrinates.

Krystal handed him the padd they gave tem uploaded with the coordinates and the video from the craft before it was destroyed " well that's pretty obvious considering none of your ships where there at the time."Krystal replied. "I'm sure you've Recognized already that I'm not a  Protoss."

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Indeed." said Captain Smith. He gave his first officer the padd, and he walked to the bridge (the first officer that is). "You are quite an elegant and intelectual person. What exactly is your species? Where did you come from?" he asked.

[Braux]

“Sir, the ship is almost loaded, all we need is to dock the last few gauss ammo slugs, get clearance, and then we’ll be able to go.” The leading officer explained over a hologram.

Captain Rishardson looked at the TTS Titan, gleaming in the light of the nearby star, It was a KOL Class Cruiser, (NCTS Modified) a large, fairly balanced warship. It carried 4 large beam cannons in the front, 2 squads of fighters (with an extended hangar), a Gauss rail gun, flak cannons, an adaptable force field, 14 varied laser cannons, and most importantly, a Commander with a steady head and charismatic emotions in a time of need.

“Good, tell the head crew to get ready, we’ll leave ahead of schedule.”

“Alright… and sir… permission to speak freely?”

The Captain looked at him; the Officer couldn’t be more than 25 years old, of Cornerian decent, and looked like a mix of a lynx and a common grey cat. Since this build-up of forces within the NCTS they’ve been hiring young officers and thrown them through 2 year classes, and mostly retiring the older ones.

"Granted"

“...why the hell are we doing this?” He asked, he was one of the few which knew the true nature of this trip.

“The NCTS is a nation of laws: badly written and randomly enforced. I have no say in the orders; the war council decides that, I run how things go on the battlefield…” He said, with half a smile.

“Yes sir, understood sir.”

“Good, now tell your men to get to their stations.”

((Holy crap, 3 pages in one night...  ))

[Kursed]

"Indeed." said Captain Smith. He gave his first officer the padd, and he walked to the bridge (the first officer that is). "You are quite an elegant and intelectual person. What exactly is your species? Where did you come from?" he asked.

"I'm Cerinian Sadly the last of my kind."Krystal replied."I'm not even sure where I came from other than teh planets name as I was raised on a primitive planet Known as Sauria on the rim of the Lylat system."She added.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

"Lylat?" asked the captain.

[Vindr]

(Yeah guys, seriously, calm down, there will always be tomorrow to RP, but 4 pages in one go?)

*Some time later*

It had been, what, three days now?

Somewhere off in the distance, a collection of radio interferences were being picked up, either the Earth colonies, or other people most likely.  There were no recorded hostiles in this region.

"Lost them again, sir," one of the communications junkies said to him.

Another equipment failure, no doubt.  But then again, this was the best equipment money could salvage, upgrade, then send out to just be destroyed again and salvaged, again.

All the equipment they ever used was outdated, circa World War IV.  Before the Marxist nation thought it was their turn to take over the controls on Earth.  NWO, how brilliant.

Kalin was a man of logic, no weird things ever crossed his mind without it being logical.  Whenever he entered a room, it was almost on impulse, measurements, escape routes, numbers, areas, cover, books, mathematics...

logic...

But then again, why not.

"We got pickups again sir..."

Ah yes, the hunt is on...again..

[Kursed]

(Yeah guys, seriously, calm down, there will always be tomorrow to RP, but 4 pages in one go?)

*Some time later*

It had been, what, three days now?

Somewhere off in the distance, a collection of radio interferences were being picked up, either the Earth colonies, or other people most likely.  There were no recorded hostiles in this region.

"Lost them again, sir," one of the communications junkies said to him.

Another equipment failure, no doubt.  But then again, this was the best equipment money could salvage, upgrade, then send out to just be destroyed again and salvaged, again.

All the equipment they ever used was outdated, circa World War IV.  Before the Marxist nation thought it was their turn to take over the controls on Earth.  NWO, how brilliant.

Kalin was a man of logic, no weird things ever crossed his mind without it being logical.  Whenever he entered a room, it was almost on impulse, measurements, escape routes, numbers, areas, cover, books, mathematics...

logic...

But then again, why not.

"We got pickups again sir..."

Ah yes, the hunt is on...again..

(it's more like three actually because the firsty page is mostly other people ,but anyway I'm heading to bed.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Anyway, most of us can't keep up with such a number of posts in a short time. Exspecialy those who live in different time zones. Woke up this morning and found that over three pages had been posted while I was asleep.)

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

(I say we do a turn system. first blah, blah, blah, then blah, blah, blah, and yada yada yada You get my point.)

[Sideways]

Everybody needs their turn, whether or not you are attacking. Let's try to be courtious and allow other players to get a turn too.

[Star_Dragon]

(Agreed. Oh, BTW, when Sideways mentioned "Star Wars," I remembered something-- I have a Star Wars story I am currently working on. It's in... you know where it is.)

Two ships dropped out of light speed along the former Mirdakian Neutral Zone. One was a Dragon-class Assault Battleship Refit (For an accurate description of this ship, see Ch. 1 of Star Wars - First Contact in the Non-Starfox works.), the other was a Dragonarian Jek'ari-class Attack cruiser. On the bridge of the Assault Battleship, the bridge crew were surprised to see a series of ships near their destination.

    The Response was swift, but unnecessary. Shields were raised and weapons charged. At the same time, a channel opened to all of the ships, and the Demanding voice of Fleet Admiral Kylet'oran Jek'ari said,

    "Attention, unidentified ships, attention; This is Fleet Admiral Kylet'oran Jek'ari of the Dragonarian-Kemorainian Alliance. Identify yourselves."

[Kursed]

a Protoss Templar answered "This is the  Cerinian Protoss Alliance Galatae,Quasar Rose,GanthiorII and Judgement you actions are bold... ,but we mean you no harm we are simply  trying to find the Wreakage of one of our scout ships.

Back on the enterprize:

"Sorry to cut things short Captain ,but it appears we've stumbled onto another mess."KRystal said  as she stood up.

[Star_Dragon]

The Alien's response had the force of an order, and while Kylet'oran wasn't one to back down from a threat, he wasn't interested in starting another war.

    Shaking the random memory from his head, he issued the stand down orders. And Stathl'en, like his father, didn't like the idea of backing down from a threat, but complied nonetheless. Speaking over the Comm channel, Kylet'oran said calmly,

    "Attention, Cerinian-Protoss Alliance ship and Terran ship... We were sent here to investigate a cloaked ship that had been pulling random merchant ships out of light speed. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?" Stathl'en, struggling to contain his irritation, added,

    "And would you mind explaining why you threatened us in our own space?"

(I probably should have mentioned thi earlier, but... Dragonarian and Mirdakian space lies right on each other's borders. Just thought you should know.)

[Kursed]

The Alien's response had the force of an order, and while Kylet'oran wasn't one to back down from a threat, he wasn't interested in starting another war.

    Shaking the random memory from his head, he issued the stand down orders. And Stathl'en, like his father, didn't like the idea of backing down from a threat, but complied nonetheless. Speaking over the Comm channel, Kylet'oran said calmly,

    "Attention, Cerinian-Protoss Alliance ship and Terran ship... We were sent here to investigate a cloaked ship that had been pulling random merchant ships out of light speed. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?" Stathl'en, struggling to contain his irritation, added,

    "And would you mind explaining why you threatened us in our own space?"

(I probably should have mentioned thi earlier, but... Dragonarian and Mirdakian space lies right on each other's borders. Just thought you should know.)

"no ,but perhaps it is what shot down our scout ship the Templar replied Before Krystal came over the comm over the templar  "Sorry my friends are a little touchy about other species of Space they've been at war with a sort of Parasite species that can infest any species."Krystal muttered. "I can give you the coordinates that we lost our scout ship at you may be able to  project the flight path of this rouge ship."

[Asper Sarnoff]

The description for the character I will be playing as in this RP.

Name: Kargadon Drakir (Just came up with it.)

Age: 38 years

Affiliation and rank: Dragonarian Star Empire, four star general in the ground forces, admiral in the Dragonian navy.

Physical build: Even for a Ryukaissen Dragonarian (anthromorpic dragons) Kargadon is large and strongly built.

Personality: Unshakable loyality to his homeplanet. Brave and dependable. Care little for socalled table-generals without much field experience. Prefers to lead from the front and as such is highly respected by the lower troops. Difficult to impress and befriend, suspicius.

(More will be revealed as the RP progresses)

Kargadon took a steep foreward and up to Kylet'orans side. His superior were a couple of inched taller, Kargadon made up for it however by being about a foot wider over the shoulders. His uniform looked like it was about to burst in the seems as he put his arms behind his back.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the shapes that were the ships of the Cerinian and Terrans trough the strongly shielded windows of the bridge.

"Do you want me to commence a scan of their ships sir?" he asked Kylet'oran. He didn't trust these strangers for a split second. But he trusted in his superiors judgement and didn't show his suspicion to openly.

[Star_Dragon]

"no ,but perhaps it is what shot down our scout ship the Templar replied Before Krystal came over the comm over the templar  "Sorry my friends are a little touchy about other species of Space they've been at war with a sort of Parasite species that can infest any species."Krystal muttered. "I can give you the coordinates that we lost our scout ship at you may be able to  project the flight path of this rouge ship."

    "Very well, transmit the information, and we'll see what we can determine." Kyket'oran said and killed the Comm connection.

Kargadon took a steep foreward and up to Kylet'orans side. His superior were a couple of inched taller, Kargadon made up for it however by being about a foot wider over the shoulders. His uniform looked like it was about to burst in the seems as he put his arms behind his back.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the shapes that were the ships of the Cerinian and Terrans trough the strongly shielded windows of the bridge.

"Do you want me to commence a scan of their ships sir?" he asked Kylet'oran. He didn't trust these strangers for a split second. But he trusted in his superiors judgement and didn't show his suspicion to openly.

"No," He told the Admiral. "They might assume we're hostile if we do. For now, let's find out what we can about what's going on here.

[Kursed]

(this will be my last post till someone else replies mostly because I need to get going) "Transmitting now.'KRystl said transmitting the coordinates.

"Their supisious of us."Fenix thought to Krystal.

[Star_Dragon]

(Got it. Braux, are you going to post anything about MJ12 anytime soon? You are in control of them, after all...)

[Braux]

Just as Rishardon started to walk down to the loading bay, a small floating robot oribited around him. It was a page robot, and It usually had some kind of message. A small light blinked, that ment that it was urgent.

"Open transmission"

With a couple whirs and clicks, it projected an image of Captian Krosvo, a fairly middle-aged husky, head of several scouting parties.

"Hello again Rishardson."

"The same to you, what is it?"

"Well, as you know, our scout ships have been picking up odd radio signatures in the Tekken Nebula area, and we did some studying on these transmissions..."

"And...?"

"Well, these ships are using a transmission that our allies, the Trade Colalition, reports that hasn't been used in several centuries..."

"Intresting?"

"Yes, very, We are gaining clearance to make contact, but we aren't using the right frequencies, however as cloaked, we picked up some marking on the sides of the ship. They say 'Alpha Centuri' and 'ACS'. Alpha Centuri, so happens to be cataloged in our system charts, and when we found it, was mostly uninhabited. We may be dealing with a fairly new civilization here."

"Alright, send word to Deplomacy council, tell them that my vote is to make contact."

"Ad eundem gradum, Rishardson..."

(Got it. Braux, are you going to post anything about MJ12 anytime soon? You are in control of them, after all...)

I'm in charge of them?  Woah,I though I would just ally with them. I thought you were playing both...

Sorry, Should I start or not?

[Star_Dragon]

I'm in charge of them?

(Um... yeah. Unless you want me to control actions and dialogue. Either way will be fine, but if YOU decide to control Actions and Dialogue, then give me some time to put together some Intelligence files on MJ12.)

[Braux]

((You can if you want, sorry, I just was an allying force, I got a backstory going for this too, if you can see if it could fit into yours then just PM me and ask. However, homecoming is freaking crazy right now so I'll be gone the rest of the evening.)

[Star_Dragon]

((You can if you want, sorry, I just was an allying force, I got a backstory going for this too, if you can see if it could fit into yours then just PM me and ask. However, homecoming is freaking crazy right now so I'll be gone the rest of the evening.)

(In that case...)

Kylet'oran was going over the sensor data when his science officer piped up, his voice ringing with alarm.

    "SIR! I've got a Kemorainian Izzarria-class battlecruiser, de-cloaking off the Starboard Bow! Shields are up and weapons hot! It's an attack run!" Kylet'oran looked to the viewscreen and saw it; a football-shaped battlecruiser with three fins forming a Y protruding from its aft de-cloaked. As if it didn't notice the Dragon's Rage sitting there, it fired a plasma torpedo towards the Terran ship...

[Braux]

The NCTS Head of state, sat confortbly in his large chair which could've seated 12. Jack, simply Jack Dueson, a human which was suprisingly the head of a mostly anthronimorphic state. This was about the time, he thought, that something bad happened. His paperwork was all done, the ideas for new laws were all sorted and written down, and he was relaxed, I mean, why not? He got a mug of coffee and looked out on the sprawling city below, the sun just dissappearing behind the large, gleaming sky scrapers. And the air traffic got bad during this time of year, the trading frenzys began.

On que, a young cadet barged through the door, and stating between beaths "Code...! 122...!"

The room went into lockdown, the doors shut and locked, the windows closed, and the walls slowly gained a second, soundproof layer.

"S-Sir! one of the MJ12's ships has opened fire. We know that it fired upon a (Dragonarian, right?) <affiliation> Cruiser, or something, and further hostile force is possible! Should we order double-time on the TTS Titan to launch? Or wait?

He turned around to look at the messenger.

"Tell them to use what time they got to launch. And as of now, cut off all ties with Old Corneria. And Cadet?"

"Y-yes sir?"

"Tell all millitary personnell that Operation 'Liberation' is in action."

"Right away sir."

[Asper Sarnoff]

Kargadon cast a quick glance at the ship that had just decloaked at the starbord bow. Kemorians, what were they doing here?

"Rule us into attack position! Move to sector D53. All gunners at their posts!" He started barking orders before he turned to Kylet'oran. "Orders sir?"