Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:10:59 GMT
“Fleet Command, this is Drakka Gunship Velox-34 Hailing Carrier ship Nevania. AA Guns on the Facility are down.” The Pilot of the Drakka Class Gunship Reported through the Comm. system of his helmet as his vessel Maneuvered itself through the Freely drifting debris of the Fields surrounding the Facility. It and it’s supporting craft making their way to the Vessel known as the ERVO following the Destruction of the Facilities Defenses.
“Repeating, AA Guns on the Facility are down! We are moving in now.”
“Command Responding.” A Voice Cackled in Response over the Grid link of the Cabin. “Acknowledged Velox-34, Facility Entities have confirmed that Multiple Salvage docks are open in your vicinity.
We need the others cleared before we move the rest of the forces in” it Reported.
“Acknowledged Command. We’re entering the Dock’s now.” The Pilot Responded as he brought the ship towards the still flashing Beacon lights that outlined the Utterly massive Gates of the salvage docks of the ERVO. “God’s be damned…” he cursed under his breath as they passed through the mammoth Ship docks entrance port.
The hulk of the vessel’s hull towering up several miles above them, the roof of the docks lost in such a height that the artificial atmosphere of the ship, Held in place by Shield, Had generated a murky cloud layer high above them, Illuminated by the Many automated spotlights and Crystal fixtures mounted along the Single row of capital class sized docks that took up the space within the chamber.
Ships of all kinds and Builds took up the space within them, Held in place by Gravity Tethers. Some Well into the Process of being Stripped, Deck Cranes Towering above them, a section of rusted Hull Suspended underneath one.
“By Tenebra’s Fury! These hulks are utterly massive.” The Co Pilot Exclaimed in Awe, Leaning forward a bit to Get a better view of the Ceiling above the Row of docks, as the Gunship, flanked by two others, Made it’s way towards a Vacant Dock further down the line. Guided by the ERVO’s automated docking Entity, Pulling alongside a Wide Grate causeway used for smaller vessels. Locking into place with a soft thud as mechanized dock grips unfolded from beneath the Causeway and Locked onto the ship. Holding it in Place.
== (O) ==
“Alright men!” Sergeant DelaRohe Called out, Addressing the Marines in Their Armored Pressure suits gathered at attention around him in the Hold of the Gunship.
“Our Operation here is going to be simple. We have just Received Orders to secure the command center the Salvage docks in this section of the ERVO.” A Full 3D Holo-rendering of the giant ship Appearing in the Air before him, Generated by His V.E.A. units Holo-Display. Three Red Triangles representing their Vessels. The Control tower further along the docks outlined in Green, a blue sphere Representing where Union Troops had boarded further Along the Hull.
“I want this to be a clean operation. We are to move in, establish a Parameter, and Secure the Docks.” He said, His voice stern.
“Schematics of the Facility have been Uplinked to your V.E.A. units Holo-map functions. Use them!” He said, gesturing to the Display of the Ship in the Air in front of him a moment before it faded.
“Are we clear?” he asked, Turing his Stone like face to look at the men in front of him.
“Acknowledged sir!” They Responded. As a thud sounded from outside the ship, a flashing amber light signaling that they had just docked.
“Alright! Let’s move out!” DelaRohe Said briskly as the Side Doors to the hold opened, the Causeway beyond them, the Men exiting the ship and immediately assuming a Defensive Position around the ship.
“Keep an eye out for hostiles! Multiple Contacts have been confirmed!” He said as he moved out with them, his helmet unfolding over his head with a series of Mechanical Clicking and the Whirring of gears as he did.
“Whoa… This place is huge.” One of the men Said, Aiming up at the higher level of the docks, deep in shadow above them,
“Command, We have entered the facility.” DelaRohe Said, Bringing up his Comm Link Relay to the fleet out beyond the Facility, as the two other Gunships Docked further Song the Causeway.
“Confirmed Team 1, any signs of activity?” Came The Response, Almost immediately.
“That’s a negative, Place is in deep shadow… Power Grid is offline by the looks of it. Switching to Nox Spectrum” DelaRohe Said as his Visor shifted its shade from a deep red to a dull Emerald Green. The new spectrum it projected Revealing the Carnage hidden by the darkness along the Causeway to him. Bodies in Pressure suits Piled up along its length. Most of them with their heads or some other limbs missing, violently Wrenched off their bodies.
“God’s be damned!” He cursed. “Command! We have massive Numbers of casualties!”
“Acknowledged Team 1, we had expected that when we saw the damage to the ship. Was it Xterrian in Nature?” The Voice Questioned intently.
“Affirmative. Looks like they… Were Crushed inside of their suit’s, and their… Heads have been Torn off, or… pulled off. Looks like a… Shoggoth style killing?”
“What in the God’s names happened here?” One of the Men Questioned, panning the body riddled causeway with the sight of his ARC Rifle cautiously.
“ Shoggoth aren’t capable of Space Travel…” Another one asked. “Are they?”
“Keep it together people!” Delarohe Snapped. Re-opening his Comm. System at the same time. “Command. Area Secured, there are no Hostiles Present. Awaiting Our next orders.”
“Acknowledged Team 1.” The voice Responded at once. “Secure the Control tower of the Docks, and Move those Derelict’s out of there so we can move our forces in.”
“Affirmative command!” DelaRohe Responded, Rallying the men around him. “You heard the order Marines! Lock and Load, Were moving out!” he said as they made their way further down the causeway deeper into the ERVO.
== (O) ==
“What races do you think made those?” one of the Men asked Curiously, Looking up at the various Hulks sitting silently in the salvage docks as the open topped Tram car made its way along the docks toward the control tower.
After making their way to the tram line that ran along the center of the Docks, they had split up into two teams, some staying behind with the Ships to Keep a Parameter, While others had remained at the tram station to Keep watch there. The Remaining 10 marines had boarded the Tram to the control tower to Take command there.
“Don’t know.” Another Said. Looking up at the derelict’s as well and tilting his head thoughtfully. “Most of these hulks have been out here for half a million years at least.”
“Hey! That’s how old my Father is.” A Medic Leaning against the side of the Car said, half jokingly as the Tram neared the control tower Station. Built into the base of the tower itself, standing high above the docks.
“Keep Focused men. Remember why were here.” Delarohe Said Scoldingly as the Tram Pulled to a Stop at the Stations grate metal platform. The Men Deploying Quickly and making sure that they were alone, The spotlights mounted on their helmets casting light across the dim rooms and corridors as they made their way to the Command room at it’s top.
“Command we’ve made it to the Command Tower. Moving in now.” Delarohe called in as they blasted their way through the door (Which had been Welded Shut in an apparent attempt to create a makeshift Barricade.) with a small Crystal Charge. Two Marines going in with a half crouch, panning their guns around the dimly lit room, ready to open fire at a moments notice.
“All Clear sir.” One of them called out after a few moment’s.
“We have more Casualties in here Sergeant.” The other one said motioning to the bodies and blood scattered around the room as the rest of the team came in, Two of them staying to guard the Door. While several of them went to work on the Flickering Screens of the consoles that lined the room under the tall Viewports that opened up to the Salvage docks Below them.
“Shoggoth?”
“No sir. looks like these guys were sliced up. Arc Cutter By the looks of it.”
“ An ARC Cutter? You mean to tell me that they killed each other?...”
“Yeah, that or the monsters from the void figured out how to use them.”
“Either way, it’s a good reason to keep our guard-“ the Marine Stopped mid sentence as a Thudding and muffled yelling sounded behind the center console he was leaning over. The Rest of the men in the room Spinning around and raising their rifles at the sudden noise. Focusing on its source, a storage closet in the far corner of the room.
“Hey, you hear that?”
“Someone’s still alive in there.”
“Open it up… Guns at the ready marines.” DelaRohe Said, as one of the men nearest the Closet went up to it, activating the Release Mechanism on the doors small console set into the wall next to it, the door opening with a Whirr of Gears and hidden Crystal turbines in the walls.
The Marine leaned into the doorway, peering into the small space. Only to duck back down as a Small metal Crate was flung out at him.
“AAAUGH!” a Voice cried out from inside of the Closet. The multiple Spotlights’ focused on the small room revealing a Man dressed in a Technicians’ uniform hiding in its corner, half hidden behind a tall metal crate.
“Whoa Whoa!” Hey man! God’s be damned man! Take it easy!” The Marine nearest the Door Called out, putting his hands up to show that he wasn’t going to hurt the man, backing up a few steps as he did.
“W-Who are you People?!” the Technician Asked, Stepping cautiously into the room. An ARC Cutting tool Still Gripped in his Left hand.
“Rescue Team.” Said DelaRohe in a matter of fact tone. “
We’re here to help get the situation under control.” The Marine nearest the Man Said, Carefully Going up to him and trying to Get the ARC Cutter out of his Grip, the man only pulling the arm Grasping it out of his Grip.
“Get the situa… “ He Said, Almost as if he couldn’t process what he had just heard. “Have you seen the things on board yet?! What they did to the Crew?” He said, gesturing to the dead bodies on the floor. “You think that I killed them for no reason? They were trying to kill me; Those things had driven them off the edge… I don’t know what they briefed you guys on. But that chance is long sense past!” He went on, Gesturing wildly as he did.
“We’ll see about that.” Delarohe said, somewhat unkindly. Turning back towards the consoles at the other side of the room. “Private, how are those Tethers coming along?”
“Working on it sir.” One of the marines Sitting at the consoles Replyed as he entered codes and orders to the System Entity.
“There we go. Tethers released.” He said. Getting up from the console he was sitting at to look out at the docks, the was a moments pause, before the Tethers holding the Derelicts in place Shut down with a shimmering Burst of Electricity, the Ancient Vessels Drifting away from where they were held, to Float freely about the Space above and below the docks.
“Command, docks are being cleared out. You have the Ok the Land Over.” He Reported, through his Comm. Link.
“Acknowledged, We’re coming in now.” The voice Responded, even as Multiple gunships, and even a few small Cruisers Began to enter the Salvage docks through the Entrance ports, and began to maneuver themselves into the now empty docks.
“You People are insane.” The Technician Said at a half yell. Wringing his hands together nervously, the one hand still grasping the ARC cutter. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
“Look buddy, follow Harrow Here down to the Gunships, they’ll
Check you out; Get you back to The main fleet. Alright?” one of the Marines said to the man, as another one of them began to Escort him, somewhat roughly, out of the room. Not that he really resisted.
“You People are all going to die!!” he called back over his shoulder, as he was lead away down the corridor beyond the door.
“That was Really Encouraging.” One of the marines at the consoles Muttered, half to himself.
“I Don’t Trust the Guy. Could be off the edge by this point.” Said another.
“Keep it together People.” Delarohe Uttered. Mving to one of the consoles and pulling up a Short range Comm. Link to The Ships docking outside. “Command, notify the Union Troops, Tell them We’ve Established a base of operations on the Forward Salvage docks.”
“Right away.” Came the reply over the Link.
“Let’s see what this Derelict Is going to have in store for us…”
OOC:- Alright. So I'm posting this to move the Gateways arc forward a bit more. it's fallen a little quiet. following Recent events, people might not be able to spare the troops that they have.
but, Just in terms of Chronological sense. I think that it would be safe to assume that the Natza kartania incident Took place a couple of Weeks before the attack on the Exceion system massacre.
“Repeating, AA Guns on the Facility are down! We are moving in now.”
“Command Responding.” A Voice Cackled in Response over the Grid link of the Cabin. “Acknowledged Velox-34, Facility Entities have confirmed that Multiple Salvage docks are open in your vicinity.
We need the others cleared before we move the rest of the forces in” it Reported.
“Acknowledged Command. We’re entering the Dock’s now.” The Pilot Responded as he brought the ship towards the still flashing Beacon lights that outlined the Utterly massive Gates of the salvage docks of the ERVO. “God’s be damned…” he cursed under his breath as they passed through the mammoth Ship docks entrance port.
The hulk of the vessel’s hull towering up several miles above them, the roof of the docks lost in such a height that the artificial atmosphere of the ship, Held in place by Shield, Had generated a murky cloud layer high above them, Illuminated by the Many automated spotlights and Crystal fixtures mounted along the Single row of capital class sized docks that took up the space within the chamber.
Ships of all kinds and Builds took up the space within them, Held in place by Gravity Tethers. Some Well into the Process of being Stripped, Deck Cranes Towering above them, a section of rusted Hull Suspended underneath one.
“By Tenebra’s Fury! These hulks are utterly massive.” The Co Pilot Exclaimed in Awe, Leaning forward a bit to Get a better view of the Ceiling above the Row of docks, as the Gunship, flanked by two others, Made it’s way towards a Vacant Dock further down the line. Guided by the ERVO’s automated docking Entity, Pulling alongside a Wide Grate causeway used for smaller vessels. Locking into place with a soft thud as mechanized dock grips unfolded from beneath the Causeway and Locked onto the ship. Holding it in Place.
== (O) ==
“Alright men!” Sergeant DelaRohe Called out, Addressing the Marines in Their Armored Pressure suits gathered at attention around him in the Hold of the Gunship.
“Our Operation here is going to be simple. We have just Received Orders to secure the command center the Salvage docks in this section of the ERVO.” A Full 3D Holo-rendering of the giant ship Appearing in the Air before him, Generated by His V.E.A. units Holo-Display. Three Red Triangles representing their Vessels. The Control tower further along the docks outlined in Green, a blue sphere Representing where Union Troops had boarded further Along the Hull.
“I want this to be a clean operation. We are to move in, establish a Parameter, and Secure the Docks.” He said, His voice stern.
“Schematics of the Facility have been Uplinked to your V.E.A. units Holo-map functions. Use them!” He said, gesturing to the Display of the Ship in the Air in front of him a moment before it faded.
“Are we clear?” he asked, Turing his Stone like face to look at the men in front of him.
“Acknowledged sir!” They Responded. As a thud sounded from outside the ship, a flashing amber light signaling that they had just docked.
“Alright! Let’s move out!” DelaRohe Said briskly as the Side Doors to the hold opened, the Causeway beyond them, the Men exiting the ship and immediately assuming a Defensive Position around the ship.
“Keep an eye out for hostiles! Multiple Contacts have been confirmed!” He said as he moved out with them, his helmet unfolding over his head with a series of Mechanical Clicking and the Whirring of gears as he did.
“Whoa… This place is huge.” One of the men Said, Aiming up at the higher level of the docks, deep in shadow above them,
“Command, We have entered the facility.” DelaRohe Said, Bringing up his Comm Link Relay to the fleet out beyond the Facility, as the two other Gunships Docked further Song the Causeway.
“Confirmed Team 1, any signs of activity?” Came The Response, Almost immediately.
“That’s a negative, Place is in deep shadow… Power Grid is offline by the looks of it. Switching to Nox Spectrum” DelaRohe Said as his Visor shifted its shade from a deep red to a dull Emerald Green. The new spectrum it projected Revealing the Carnage hidden by the darkness along the Causeway to him. Bodies in Pressure suits Piled up along its length. Most of them with their heads or some other limbs missing, violently Wrenched off their bodies.
“God’s be damned!” He cursed. “Command! We have massive Numbers of casualties!”
“Acknowledged Team 1, we had expected that when we saw the damage to the ship. Was it Xterrian in Nature?” The Voice Questioned intently.
“Affirmative. Looks like they… Were Crushed inside of their suit’s, and their… Heads have been Torn off, or… pulled off. Looks like a… Shoggoth style killing?”
“What in the God’s names happened here?” One of the Men Questioned, panning the body riddled causeway with the sight of his ARC Rifle cautiously.
“ Shoggoth aren’t capable of Space Travel…” Another one asked. “Are they?”
“Keep it together people!” Delarohe Snapped. Re-opening his Comm. System at the same time. “Command. Area Secured, there are no Hostiles Present. Awaiting Our next orders.”
“Acknowledged Team 1.” The voice Responded at once. “Secure the Control tower of the Docks, and Move those Derelict’s out of there so we can move our forces in.”
“Affirmative command!” DelaRohe Responded, Rallying the men around him. “You heard the order Marines! Lock and Load, Were moving out!” he said as they made their way further down the causeway deeper into the ERVO.
== (O) ==
“What races do you think made those?” one of the Men asked Curiously, Looking up at the various Hulks sitting silently in the salvage docks as the open topped Tram car made its way along the docks toward the control tower.
After making their way to the tram line that ran along the center of the Docks, they had split up into two teams, some staying behind with the Ships to Keep a Parameter, While others had remained at the tram station to Keep watch there. The Remaining 10 marines had boarded the Tram to the control tower to Take command there.
“Don’t know.” Another Said. Looking up at the derelict’s as well and tilting his head thoughtfully. “Most of these hulks have been out here for half a million years at least.”
“Hey! That’s how old my Father is.” A Medic Leaning against the side of the Car said, half jokingly as the Tram neared the control tower Station. Built into the base of the tower itself, standing high above the docks.
“Keep Focused men. Remember why were here.” Delarohe Said Scoldingly as the Tram Pulled to a Stop at the Stations grate metal platform. The Men Deploying Quickly and making sure that they were alone, The spotlights mounted on their helmets casting light across the dim rooms and corridors as they made their way to the Command room at it’s top.
“Command we’ve made it to the Command Tower. Moving in now.” Delarohe called in as they blasted their way through the door (Which had been Welded Shut in an apparent attempt to create a makeshift Barricade.) with a small Crystal Charge. Two Marines going in with a half crouch, panning their guns around the dimly lit room, ready to open fire at a moments notice.
“All Clear sir.” One of them called out after a few moment’s.
“We have more Casualties in here Sergeant.” The other one said motioning to the bodies and blood scattered around the room as the rest of the team came in, Two of them staying to guard the Door. While several of them went to work on the Flickering Screens of the consoles that lined the room under the tall Viewports that opened up to the Salvage docks Below them.
“Shoggoth?”
“No sir. looks like these guys were sliced up. Arc Cutter By the looks of it.”
“ An ARC Cutter? You mean to tell me that they killed each other?...”
“Yeah, that or the monsters from the void figured out how to use them.”
“Either way, it’s a good reason to keep our guard-“ the Marine Stopped mid sentence as a Thudding and muffled yelling sounded behind the center console he was leaning over. The Rest of the men in the room Spinning around and raising their rifles at the sudden noise. Focusing on its source, a storage closet in the far corner of the room.
“Hey, you hear that?”
“Someone’s still alive in there.”
“Open it up… Guns at the ready marines.” DelaRohe Said, as one of the men nearest the Closet went up to it, activating the Release Mechanism on the doors small console set into the wall next to it, the door opening with a Whirr of Gears and hidden Crystal turbines in the walls.
The Marine leaned into the doorway, peering into the small space. Only to duck back down as a Small metal Crate was flung out at him.
“AAAUGH!” a Voice cried out from inside of the Closet. The multiple Spotlights’ focused on the small room revealing a Man dressed in a Technicians’ uniform hiding in its corner, half hidden behind a tall metal crate.
“Whoa Whoa!” Hey man! God’s be damned man! Take it easy!” The Marine nearest the Door Called out, putting his hands up to show that he wasn’t going to hurt the man, backing up a few steps as he did.
“W-Who are you People?!” the Technician Asked, Stepping cautiously into the room. An ARC Cutting tool Still Gripped in his Left hand.
“Rescue Team.” Said DelaRohe in a matter of fact tone. “
We’re here to help get the situation under control.” The Marine nearest the Man Said, Carefully Going up to him and trying to Get the ARC Cutter out of his Grip, the man only pulling the arm Grasping it out of his Grip.
“Get the situa… “ He Said, Almost as if he couldn’t process what he had just heard. “Have you seen the things on board yet?! What they did to the Crew?” He said, gesturing to the dead bodies on the floor. “You think that I killed them for no reason? They were trying to kill me; Those things had driven them off the edge… I don’t know what they briefed you guys on. But that chance is long sense past!” He went on, Gesturing wildly as he did.
“We’ll see about that.” Delarohe said, somewhat unkindly. Turning back towards the consoles at the other side of the room. “Private, how are those Tethers coming along?”
“Working on it sir.” One of the marines Sitting at the consoles Replyed as he entered codes and orders to the System Entity.
“There we go. Tethers released.” He said. Getting up from the console he was sitting at to look out at the docks, the was a moments pause, before the Tethers holding the Derelicts in place Shut down with a shimmering Burst of Electricity, the Ancient Vessels Drifting away from where they were held, to Float freely about the Space above and below the docks.
“Command, docks are being cleared out. You have the Ok the Land Over.” He Reported, through his Comm. Link.
“Acknowledged, We’re coming in now.” The voice Responded, even as Multiple gunships, and even a few small Cruisers Began to enter the Salvage docks through the Entrance ports, and began to maneuver themselves into the now empty docks.
“You People are insane.” The Technician Said at a half yell. Wringing his hands together nervously, the one hand still grasping the ARC cutter. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
“Look buddy, follow Harrow Here down to the Gunships, they’ll
Check you out; Get you back to The main fleet. Alright?” one of the Marines said to the man, as another one of them began to Escort him, somewhat roughly, out of the room. Not that he really resisted.
“You People are all going to die!!” he called back over his shoulder, as he was lead away down the corridor beyond the door.
“That was Really Encouraging.” One of the marines at the consoles Muttered, half to himself.
“I Don’t Trust the Guy. Could be off the edge by this point.” Said another.
“Keep it together People.” Delarohe Uttered. Mving to one of the consoles and pulling up a Short range Comm. Link to The Ships docking outside. “Command, notify the Union Troops, Tell them We’ve Established a base of operations on the Forward Salvage docks.”
“Right away.” Came the reply over the Link.
“Let’s see what this Derelict Is going to have in store for us…”
OOC:- Alright. So I'm posting this to move the Gateways arc forward a bit more. it's fallen a little quiet. following Recent events, people might not be able to spare the troops that they have.
but, Just in terms of Chronological sense. I think that it would be safe to assume that the Natza kartania incident Took place a couple of Weeks before the attack on the Exceion system massacre.