Star Fox: Starfleet Command

[Kursed]

When Kylet'oran learned from Keldonar that Majestic 12 had set up a base at the former Mirdakian home planet, he was surprised. What came as even more of a surprise was that the science officer had detected something on the other side of the nebula in this system.

    "Transmit these readings to the protoss and Terran ships and open a channel." Kylet'oran ordered.

    "Channel open, sir."

    "Cerinian Ambassador, I think I found what your scout was shot down for. What do you make of this reading?"

"this planet was one a protoss colonly i'm not suprized that  it could be either protoss ruins or something more either way  these readings look very protoss like possibly something more  may i ask why your escort seemed Suspicious of me?"She asked

[Braux]

((Eh, I guess I don't know where exactly to go with this... isn't there susposto be some kind of Attack on the Lylat system or something like that?))

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Several days earlier.

Marza Dreadnought Bridge.

"Capt'n McCeary, all hostiles are leaving the current area."

He sighed, his mucles loosened and relaxed, and sat back in his chair.

"Set all weapons to cool-down, there's no more need for them anymore."

"Aye sir."

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TTS Titan;

Leaving orbital Docking bay

15:00 LHT

The Titan moved from its large hangar in orbit, a modified Capital ship factory, and began moving, several ships stood at its side, two mobile Guass platforms, and a smaller cruiser which supplied shield energy to any nearby allies.

[Star_Dragon]

(There will be, just later on in the RP.)

"this planet was one a protoss colonly i'm not suprized that  it could be either protoss ruins or something more either way  these readings look very protoss like possibly something more  may i ask why your escort seemed Suspicious of me?"She asked

    "Oh, don't mind Kargadon," Kylet'oran answered. "That's just him. As for the readings... I think it's worth a look." In an aside directed toward his crew, Kylet'oran added, "Tactical, engage the cloaking device. Ops, what is that nebula made of?"

    "Mostly heavy concentrations of Poleron particles and... something else." Kylet'oran took note of the "something else" and asked,

    "Will it interfere with our EAA (Emergency Ablative Armor) Generators?"

    "No, sir." The Science (also known as Ops) officer replied. Kylet'oran gritted his teeth for a moment, and ordered,

    "Helm, take us into the nebula." directing a comment to the ambassador, he added, "I'll keep this line open and let you know what I find."

[Asper Sarnoff]

Kargadon made his way onto the bridge, heading straight for the where grand admiral Kylet'oran was standing. He stopped next to him and took a serious look at his superior before he opened his mouth and started talking. "Sir, I want to say it have been an honor serving under you. But our time together is soon to come to and end. I just received a coded message from the Dragonarian war council. They have decided to increase the resources going into this mission, as it is of growing importance. I have just received command of the Anchalagon-class dreadnought Inqusitor; and have been ordered to leave for it at once."

Kargadon placed a strong hand on Kylet'orans left shoulder before he continued.

"Good luck friend. I will return as soon as I can."

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

Captain Smith leaned back in his chair and sighed. He looked out at the viewscreen, and decided it was time to return home for a full report... Or at least what they could come up with. "Mr. Ginnell, set a course for home. Warp 3." "Aye , sir." The ship went into warp speed, and left the area...

In his quaters, Captain Smith looked up at the ceiling from his bed, still in his uniform. He was confused about what recently happened. He made contact with several new races and combated one, crippling it without a fight. He rolled over to his side, looking at a picture of the late Captain Nick Garrett, a close friend of his, and his wingman from when they served on the Enterprise-E. "What would you be doing now?" he said to the picture, sighing as he remembered them playing in their old school jazz band. He rolled back on his back, and kept staring.

(thought I'd add in a little backstory)

[Kursed]

(There will be, just later on in the RP.)

    "Oh, don't mind Kargadon," Kylet'oran answered. "That's just him. As for the readings... I think it's worth a look." In an aside directed toward his crew, Kylet'oran added, "Tactical, engage the cloaking device. Ops, what is that nebula made of?"

    "Mostly heavy concentrations of Poleron particles and... something else." Kylet'oran took note of the "something else" and asked,

    "Will it interfere with our EAA (Emergency Ablative Armor) Generators?"

    "No, sir." The Science (also known as Ops) officer replied. Kylet'oran gritted his teeth for a moment, and ordered,

    "Helm, take us into the nebula." directing a comment to the ambassador, he added, "I'll keep this line open and let you know what I find."

"Should we Follow?"KRystal asked now back on the Galatae she ahd used another shuttle.

[Star_Dragon]

"Should we Follow?"KRystal asked now back on the Galatae she ahd used another shuttle.

Kylet'oran shook his head.

    "I wouldn't advise it. Hang on, we're entering the nebula..." The first few moments were uneventful, but then, the Ops officer picked something up.

    "Sir, I'm getting a faint tachyon emmission... I can't pinpoint..." the officer paused, and then added, "Sir, I'm getting a transmission... putting on all audio."

    "Relay it to our Protoss allies." Kylet'oran ordered. The Comms officer nodded, and the message came up on audio, badly garbled.

    "Mayday! This... Freighter Victor 9672, on a... Kemoran Pr... we have been attacked by... remnant, requesting... any... ships... area! Mayd--" The transmission was abruptly cut off. Kylet'oran cursed under his breath.

    If they were attacked by Majestic 12, then they might know what's going on. he thought. Shifting his attention to the Cerinian, he said, "Krystal, I might need your help locating this ship. Be warned; this nebula affects shields, and as soon as you enter it, your shields will be useless. Be careful."

[Asper Sarnoff]

Kargadon once again jumped abord the cockpit of his silky black Wyvern. Also readied for his departure was his personal squadron of 12 pilots, the Dragon's wing as they were called. Each and every one of them handpicked and trained by him. A shuttle was also present, to act as decoy if they found themselv under attack. Most high-ranking officers would rather prefer the comfort of the luxurious shuttle, but not Kargadon.

He opened the comunications link to the hangar comman. "This is Admiral Kargadon, requesting lowering of shields for departure." The flight leader answered quickly. "At once sir, the shield will be down in 20 seconds from now."

Kargadon gave the signal to the other pilots to follow him as he took off and gunned the fighter out trough of the hangar and into the endless void of space.

He cast a quick glance over his shoulder back at the Dragon's Rage as it was heading towards the nebula.

"May the force be with you, friend." He spoke, as to himself as he started plotting in the coordinates in his navi-computer.

[Kursed]

Kylet'oran shook his head.

    "I wouldn't advise it. Hang on, we're entering the nebula..." The first few moments were uneventful, but then, the Ops officer picked something up.

    "Sir, I'm getting a faint tachyon emmission... I can't pinpoint..." the officer paused, and then added, "Sir, I'm getting a transmission... putting on all audio."

    "Relay it to our Protoss allies." Kylet'oran ordered. The Comms officer nodded, and the message came up on audio, badly garbled.

    "Mayday! This... Freighter Victor 9672, on a... Kemoran Pr... we have been attacked by... remnant, requesting... any... ships... area! Mayd--" The transmission was abruptly cut off. Kylet'oran cursed under his breath.

    If they were attacked by Majestic 12, then they might know what's going on. he thought. Shifting his attention to the Cerinian, he said, "Krystal, I might need your help locating this ship. Be warned; this nebula affects shields, and as soon as you enter it, your shields will be useless. Be careful."

"Our sheilds work diffrently than yours Captain."Krystal replied as  the galatae and the Quasar Rose moved in to support."Helm how are the plasma sheilds?"Fenix asked another protoss.

"they seem fine.." the Protoss replied

[Star_Dragon]

As the Dragon's Rage entered the nebula, Kylet'oran ordered,

    "Tactical, bring the EAA generators online."

    "Yes, sir." the tactical officer said. Moments later, the entire vessel was covered in a thick layer of ablative armor.

    "Krystal, can you see anything?" Kylet'oran asked.

Kargadon once again jumped abord the cockpit of his silky black Wyvern. Also readied for his departure was his personal squadron of 12 pilots, the Dragon's wing as they were called. Each and every one of them handpicked and trained by him. A shuttle was also present, to act as decoy if they found themselv under attack. Most high-ranking officers would rather prefer the comfort of the luxurious shuttle, but not Kargadon.

He opened the comunications link to the hangar comman. "This is Admiral Kargadon, requesting lowering of shields for departure." The flight leader answered quickly. "At once sir, the shield will be down in 20 seconds from now."

Kargadon gave the signal to the other pilots to follow him as he took off and gunned the fighter out trough of the hangar and into the endless void of space.

He cast a quick glance over his shoulder back at the Dragon's Rage as it was heading towards the nebula.

"May the force be with you, friend." He spoke, as to himself as he started plotting in the coordinates in his navi-computer.

Sending a telepathic message to his friend, Kylet'oran answered, "Best of luck, old friend. I do hope our paths cross again."

[Kursed]

As the Dragon's Rage entered the nebula, Kylet'oran ordered,

    "Tactical, bring the EAA generators online."

    "Yes, sir." the tactical officer said. Moments later, the entire vessel was covered in a thick layer of ablative armor.

    "Krystal, can you see anything?" Kylet'oran asked.

Sending a telepathic message to his friend, Kylet'oran answered, "Best of luck, old friend. I do hope our paths cross again."

"No nothing yet ,but I sense something out there."Krystal replied everyone was tense onboard aeveyone being a telepath could sense someone or something in the nebula.

[Guest RedPhoenix32]

The Enterprise is now going back in the direction of new territory, on an exploration mission. Their course would go through the place where they had they incident not long ago. Although the Protoss were now allies, he did not know about the others, so the ship was on yellow alert until they could determine what was going on.

(I need a fight or distress signal, guys. Im getting a little bored here.)

[Star_Dragon]

The Enterprise is now going back in the direction of new territory, on an exploration mission. Their course would go through the place where they had they incident not long ago. Although the Protoss were now allies, he did not know about the others, so the ship was on yellow alert until they could determine what was going on.

(I need a fight or distress signal, guys. Im getting a little bored here.)

(I put out a distress signal a few posts back. There is a damaged ship in the nebula. Or do you want something else? I *could* have a pair of Kemorainian Birds-of-Prey drop out of Warp at your position.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(I have an idea. If we "fast forwarded" a couple of days, I can make a move wich will create some much needed action and tension.)

[Star_Dragon]

(Hmmm... I like that idea. Anyone else have any thoughts on this?)

[Kursed]

(other than having a Derelict protoss craft for some mysterious tension no.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Is that a go then?)

[Star_Dragon]

(yes... go right ahead.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

>>

2 days later...

Lieutenant Shar'nago made his way over the bridge of the Dragon's rage. Looking after fleet admiral Kylet'oran. They had just received a message of crucical importance, it couldn't wait.

He stopped in front of the admirals chair, clicked his heels together while giving a correct kilitary salute.

"Admiral. We have just received a transmission from the leader of the war council, defense minister Ordu'nagetron himself. He wants to speak with you. It's a matter of great importance."

[Star_Dragon]

>>

2 days later...

Lieutenant Shar'nago made his way over the bridge of the Dragon's rage. Looking after fleet admiral Kylet'oran. They had just received a message of crucical importance, it couldn't wait.

He stopped in front of the admirals chair, clicked his heels together while giving a correct kilitary salute.

"Admiral. We have just received a transmission from the leader of the war council, defense minister Ordu'nagetron himself. He wants to speak with you. It's a matter of great importance."

Kylet'oran sighed, and answered,

    "Acknowledged. I'm on my way." Kylet'oran walked into his ready room and headed to the subspace transmitter, and answered the defense minister's call.

(What does the Defense Minister have to say?)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(You will soon find out.)

A shadowy figure appeared on the screen before it focused in and revealed the person that was the minister of war and defense for the whole Dragonorian empire.

Though the long and thin body, and the long, white beard of Ordu'nageron could suggest he were an old man, just about to draw his last breath, the fiery spark in his eyes, and his deep, booming voice told a different story. This was a man born to lead, a mastermind of tactics and warfare.

"Admiral Kylet'oran. I have troubling news that you need to hear." He paused for a short moment before he continued. "20 hours ago, we lost contact with the dreadnough Inqusitor. All transmissions were broken, and it disappeared completely from our scanners as it jumped to light speed."

Another pause. "We don't know what happened, we have tried to regain contact, but it is as if it has completely disappeared from the entire galaxy, as it have never existed."

Ordu'nageron moved closer to the screen. "This is a full fledging disaster admiral. The pride of the navy, and the whole dranonarian empire for that matter, gone. We suspect... treason."

[Star_Dragon]

(You will soon find out.)

A shadowy figure appeared on the screen before it focused in and revealed the person that was the minister of war and defense for the whole Dragonorian empire.

Though the long and thin body, and the long, white beard of Ordu'nageron could suggest he were an old man, just about to draw his last breath, the fiery spark in his eyes, and his deep, booming voice told a different story. This was a man born to lead, a mastermind of tactics and warfare.

"Admiral Kylet'oran. I have troubling news that you need to hear." He paused for a short moment before he continued. "20 hours ago, we lost contact with the dreadnough Inqusitor. All transmissions were broken, and it disappeared completely from our scanners as it jumped to light speed."

Another pause. "We don't know what happened, we have tried to regain contact, but it is as if it has completely disappeared from the entire galaxy, as it have never existed."

Ordu'nageron moved closer to the screen. "This is a full fledging disaster admiral. The pride of the navy, and the whole dragonarian empire for that matter, gone. We suspect... treason."

    The name of the missing ship hit Kylet'oran like a cold bucket of water to the face. The Inquisitor was the ship that Admiral Kargadon was commanding! Kylet'oran's words dripped with anger as he spoke.

    "Do we know what happened to Admiral Kargadon?"

[Asper Sarnoff]

Ordu'nageron waited several seconds before he answered.

"Admiral Kargadon, captain of the Inqusitor, is lost with the ship. His record says he is as dependable as they get, we don't exspect treason from him. But, there may have been a mutiny. We can rule out that it was attacked and destroyed, our intel tell us the Kemorian doesn't have the fleet strength required to match the Inqusitor, and if they did, there would be some sign of it. But no."

The minister raised a hand to his mouth and choked a cough. "Your mission assignement has been changed, your new goal is to find the Inqusitor, find out what happened to it. All other missons are now lower priority. I don't think I need to tell you how much we don't want a rouge Anchalagon-class stalking the sector?"

[Star_Dragon]

Kylet'oran sketched a sharp salute, and replied,

    "Yes, sir! I'll get on this immediately." and ended transmission. He then headed to the bridge, and ordered, "Helm, take us to the last known position of the Inquisitor, maximum warp. Comms, Contact our Protoss allies, they might be able to lend a hand."

(Any idea where I'm supposed to head to, or should I just make up a destination?)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Just pick one for yourself. Invite your friends.)