Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:41:18 GMT
"This is you Pilot speaking, I would like to thank you all for flying 'fuck yo' shit Starlines'. We'll be turning on the Fasten your sea-" -- "Vassar, shut the fuck up..! Old man's coming!" The Grey-Brown mottled feathered Raptor sneered at the metallic-gold colored raptor, whom only had a white crest of feathers along his spine. Vassar, the Gold Raptor snorted and sat back into his seat as the large Acrocanthosaurus stepped up behind their seats... which were slightly below the main bridge-deck.
"SPC Clawfeather, if you could bring the ship to alert status for Rift-transit and then bring us around to the rift-gate if you please?" Rumbled the massive Theropodan to the much smaller Golden Raptorian. "Aye Aye, Captain." He smirked gently to one side, unseen to all but his co-pilot sitting beside before Keying the microphone... the dual-tones of the Pipe ringing through the Gato LR.
"Now -- All hands lay to transit stations. Set Material Condition Zulu throughout the ship. Secure all Space-tight Doorways and Hatches. All personnel to secure themselves to Transit couches and prepare to Transit the Rift in 60 seconds! Now set for Rift-Transit." The ship's alarm klaxon began going off and the lights obediently dimmed to a dull red as the grinning Raptorians put on their game-faces.
Rifts were a normality anymore for the Saurian Kingdom, it controlled dozens of Rifts, some big, some small. Some much older than others. The Ossaitic Pnumbrae Rift was the largest and oldest rift thus found. These older rifts were so heavily trasnited that 'transit hubs' had been built around them and the edges of the rift had been altered to fit into a 'gate'... A massive doorway just big enough to give anything going through it enough room to fit through the rift easily. It was a good way to judge ship sizes moving through the dangerous temporal phases. They also offered to be massive stations with armor and weaponry facing both inward and outward to gun down any vessel wishing conflict in and around the rift entrance.
This rift, dubbed "XCL-310-91", however was not one of those fortress-gates. It was new, barely harnessed. The barest of Temporal-magnetic units affixed around the rift-entrance with a frail framework keeping the rift in shape with a pair of small, lightly armed and armored, stations on either side of the framework. The opposing side was marked with a small beacon and an even smaller monitoring station, guarded by a Garnet-Class Gunboat of the Czoryne Sweep Mercenaries, hired to 'protect' this side of the rift. And the Gato LR which began to slowly pick up speed from the 'settled' side of the rift slowly began moving to come into the same angle and the correct flight-path for the transition.
Then, a rapid acceleration... tractor-beams on the Rift-gate structure locked onto the Gato and then slung it through at near-FTL speeds... the acceleration easily burning through the Gato's Inertial Dampeners and pressing everyone on board deeply into their crash-couches. Then, they were through... and instantly being locked onto by the Garnet Class... to which Vassar Clawfeather quickly began transmitting IFF Codes in reply. This facilitated a break in the lock and a chirp of a greeting from the Garnet as it went back to minding it's own business.
"Well, well, well..." Vassar mumbled, rubbing his sore eyes... "Looks like we've arrived in a new Galaxy." He looked at the Feathered raptor beside him, "What shall we name it, Yvres?"
"Shithole Prime..." Grumbled the other raptor, "I think I swallowed my gum..." Vassar frowned, "Gum..? Where the hell did you get Gum?" Yvres frowned, "Back at that last trading station. Yanno, that one run by the Jakeili." There was a long pause before Vassar began snickering, "Man, Jakeili don't -chew- gum. Only thing I saw there was a -condom- dispenser..!" The Feather raptor coughed, "What?! Why was it shaped like a ball?" Vassar was desperately trying not to break out laughing; "You ever -seen- a Jakeili without it's pants on? That thing unrolls..! They roll it into a ball to save space...!"
The Grey-Brown raptor coughed and hacked, holding his throat, Vassar smirked and shook his head as he plotted a course for the next star-system... the first on their list to explore.
"SPC Clawfeather, if you could bring the ship to alert status for Rift-transit and then bring us around to the rift-gate if you please?" Rumbled the massive Theropodan to the much smaller Golden Raptorian. "Aye Aye, Captain." He smirked gently to one side, unseen to all but his co-pilot sitting beside before Keying the microphone... the dual-tones of the Pipe ringing through the Gato LR.
"Now -- All hands lay to transit stations. Set Material Condition Zulu throughout the ship. Secure all Space-tight Doorways and Hatches. All personnel to secure themselves to Transit couches and prepare to Transit the Rift in 60 seconds! Now set for Rift-Transit." The ship's alarm klaxon began going off and the lights obediently dimmed to a dull red as the grinning Raptorians put on their game-faces.
Rifts were a normality anymore for the Saurian Kingdom, it controlled dozens of Rifts, some big, some small. Some much older than others. The Ossaitic Pnumbrae Rift was the largest and oldest rift thus found. These older rifts were so heavily trasnited that 'transit hubs' had been built around them and the edges of the rift had been altered to fit into a 'gate'... A massive doorway just big enough to give anything going through it enough room to fit through the rift easily. It was a good way to judge ship sizes moving through the dangerous temporal phases. They also offered to be massive stations with armor and weaponry facing both inward and outward to gun down any vessel wishing conflict in and around the rift entrance.
This rift, dubbed "XCL-310-91", however was not one of those fortress-gates. It was new, barely harnessed. The barest of Temporal-magnetic units affixed around the rift-entrance with a frail framework keeping the rift in shape with a pair of small, lightly armed and armored, stations on either side of the framework. The opposing side was marked with a small beacon and an even smaller monitoring station, guarded by a Garnet-Class Gunboat of the Czoryne Sweep Mercenaries, hired to 'protect' this side of the rift. And the Gato LR which began to slowly pick up speed from the 'settled' side of the rift slowly began moving to come into the same angle and the correct flight-path for the transition.
Then, a rapid acceleration... tractor-beams on the Rift-gate structure locked onto the Gato and then slung it through at near-FTL speeds... the acceleration easily burning through the Gato's Inertial Dampeners and pressing everyone on board deeply into their crash-couches. Then, they were through... and instantly being locked onto by the Garnet Class... to which Vassar Clawfeather quickly began transmitting IFF Codes in reply. This facilitated a break in the lock and a chirp of a greeting from the Garnet as it went back to minding it's own business.
"Well, well, well..." Vassar mumbled, rubbing his sore eyes... "Looks like we've arrived in a new Galaxy." He looked at the Feathered raptor beside him, "What shall we name it, Yvres?"
"Shithole Prime..." Grumbled the other raptor, "I think I swallowed my gum..." Vassar frowned, "Gum..? Where the hell did you get Gum?" Yvres frowned, "Back at that last trading station. Yanno, that one run by the Jakeili." There was a long pause before Vassar began snickering, "Man, Jakeili don't -chew- gum. Only thing I saw there was a -condom- dispenser..!" The Feather raptor coughed, "What?! Why was it shaped like a ball?" Vassar was desperately trying not to break out laughing; "You ever -seen- a Jakeili without it's pants on? That thing unrolls..! They roll it into a ball to save space...!"
The Grey-Brown raptor coughed and hacked, holding his throat, Vassar smirked and shook his head as he plotted a course for the next star-system... the first on their list to explore.