TFF Original Space Adventure RPG: Seraphim
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I flicked through the list of Available Pilot's...
"Libby Erikker, Callsign 'Leopard', seems pretty good..." I 'said'.
I sent a message out telling her to Report to the Hangar.
I turned to the Captain to inform, but I noticed she was in com with someone...
"What's is it Captain?" I 'asked'.
(Anyone can pick up and use Libby, she's a stock character, her Bio is on page 3 of the spec thread. I just don't want to juggle two people in the same place at once. Plus it will give someone else a chance to do something even if they aren't in the Hangar.)
"Libby Erikker, Callsign 'Leopard', seems pretty good..." I 'said'.
I sent a message out telling her to Report to the Hangar.
I turned to the Captain to inform, but I noticed she was in com with someone...
"What's is it Captain?" I 'asked'.
(Anyone can pick up and use Libby, she's a stock character, her Bio is on page 3 of the spec thread. I just don't want to juggle two people in the same place at once. Plus it will give someone else a chance to do something even if they aren't in the Hangar.)
Constance frowned and looked over at Ghabi. "It appears our quarry is supposed to have been broken up..." She sighed. "Be careful down there, all right Ghabi? This just looks bad. As soon as I'm done with the Governor, I'm flying over to check things out for myself."
She looked around. "So, where is my pilot?"
She looked around. "So, where is my pilot?"
Libby jogged onto the bridge, still belting the lsat of her flight gear onto her body. Just her luck, get an action stations warning, get ordered to don space battle gear, then get a sudden transmission to suit up for transport piloting.
'SNAFU,' she thought with a slight scowl. 'Typical command run-around.'
She jogged up to the designated transport and talked briefly with the crew chief before running her preflight check of the transport, ignoring the people standing by. She wasn't going to even step onto that vehicle until she had run a preflight, even if that one looked like that was the Captain over there, looking irritable.
'SNAFU,' she thought with a slight scowl. 'Typical command run-around.'
She jogged up to the designated transport and talked briefly with the crew chief before running her preflight check of the transport, ignoring the people standing by. She wasn't going to even step onto that vehicle until she had run a preflight, even if that one looked like that was the Captain over there, looking irritable.
During integration into the Mech shell, Adel receive a transmission.
*Yo, Eastwood here. After thinking about it, I've decided to come along as well. I'm sure that I can handle whatever Fallax inevitably tries out. I'll head for the hangar. See ya in a sec.*
Adel was pleased with this development. Out of all the droids on the ship, Eastwood was probably the most suited for the mission. If things go bad, the team could count on Eastwood's laser spamming skills.
Another message coming from the Espatier Squad came up.
*ADD-1337, we have decided through reasonable discussion that Corporal Joseph Gervik will be assigned to you during the mission. He will appear shortly for mission debriefing. Over and out*
More good news. While he didn't really mix much with the Espatiers, he knew them enough to understand the gist of their personalities. And Gervik was the most cool-headed of the Espatiers.
A change in his internal processing indicated that the integration phase was complete. Adel activated his visual optics. The change from being a floating ball of metal and electronics to a six foot bipedal scouter mech was always a bit jarring to Adel. Adel flexed his appendages experimentally. He then released his weapon from his side and took it into his hands.
"Nice," Adel turned to see Eastwood and an Espatier standing nearby. And it seemed the captain had arrived some time ago. One annoying thing about integration was that everything else was pretty much blocked out until you were done.
"Model Number ADD-1337 reporting for duty, captain" Adel said with a salute.
*Yo, Eastwood here. After thinking about it, I've decided to come along as well. I'm sure that I can handle whatever Fallax inevitably tries out. I'll head for the hangar. See ya in a sec.*
Adel was pleased with this development. Out of all the droids on the ship, Eastwood was probably the most suited for the mission. If things go bad, the team could count on Eastwood's laser spamming skills.
Another message coming from the Espatier Squad came up.
*ADD-1337, we have decided through reasonable discussion that Corporal Joseph Gervik will be assigned to you during the mission. He will appear shortly for mission debriefing. Over and out*
More good news. While he didn't really mix much with the Espatiers, he knew them enough to understand the gist of their personalities. And Gervik was the most cool-headed of the Espatiers.
A change in his internal processing indicated that the integration phase was complete. Adel activated his visual optics. The change from being a floating ball of metal and electronics to a six foot bipedal scouter mech was always a bit jarring to Adel. Adel flexed his appendages experimentally. He then released his weapon from his side and took it into his hands.
"Nice," Adel turned to see Eastwood and an Espatier standing nearby. And it seemed the captain had arrived some time ago. One annoying thing about integration was that everything else was pretty much blocked out until you were done.
"Model Number ADD-1337 reporting for duty, captain" Adel said with a salute.
Constance saluted back. "All right Adel... Have your drones check out the wreck thoroughly before setting anywhere near it." She turned to Aarik.
"You're in charge, Quartermaster. If the Espatiers decide it's too hot, it probably is, so don't push your luck, understood? If there's the slightest chance this thing is a trap..." She paused. "You know what to do." She saluted, before turning and heading for the Shinigami. She took a helmet from the flight crew tech on the deck, and let him fit it to her. She had pulled on the flightsuit underneath the away team jacket-Fortunately they all worked together, so there was no conflict.
She saw Erikker already in the cockpit of the Shinigami, and waited for her to complete her preflight. No need to antagonize the pilot any more than she already was.
While they were on the clock, no need to interrupt the vitals.
"You're in charge, Quartermaster. If the Espatiers decide it's too hot, it probably is, so don't push your luck, understood? If there's the slightest chance this thing is a trap..." She paused. "You know what to do." She saluted, before turning and heading for the Shinigami. She took a helmet from the flight crew tech on the deck, and let him fit it to her. She had pulled on the flightsuit underneath the away team jacket-Fortunately they all worked together, so there was no conflict.
She saw Erikker already in the cockpit of the Shinigami, and waited for her to complete her preflight. No need to antagonize the pilot any more than she already was.
While they were on the clock, no need to interrupt the vitals.
"Understood, Ms. Erikker," Constance replied.
The Otherspace transceiver were being moved by one of the cargo handlers, loaded into the cargo compartment of the Shinigami tactical craft. Per it's standard, it was fitted with four laser cannons-Two on the wings, and two on cheek turrets. It's movable thrusters were currently pointing aft, in it's usual flight configuration.
The two Mustang transports were sitting nice and sleek, prepared for launch with their delta wings unadorned save for their registration symbols and numbers.
- - - - -
Up on the bridge, Maya was trying to look up additional records on the mysterious Neelaa Transport, but as far as she could see, there wasn't anything else. Still, she kept up her search.
The Otherspace transceiver were being moved by one of the cargo handlers, loaded into the cargo compartment of the Shinigami tactical craft. Per it's standard, it was fitted with four laser cannons-Two on the wings, and two on cheek turrets. It's movable thrusters were currently pointing aft, in it's usual flight configuration.
The two Mustang transports were sitting nice and sleek, prepared for launch with their delta wings unadorned save for their registration symbols and numbers.
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Up on the bridge, Maya was trying to look up additional records on the mysterious Neelaa Transport, but as far as she could see, there wasn't anything else. Still, she kept up her search.
Libby gave the Captain a bit of a long look, appraising her. Usually comments like that to an officer would enduce a spat of yelling. Maybe this one wouldn't be so bad.
After a second, she nods to the Captain and turns back to the controls.
"Leapord to Seraphim Control. Checklist is complete. All systems green. Awaiting final clear fromt he team loading the tranceiver. Over."
After a second, she nods to the Captain and turns back to the controls.
"Leapord to Seraphim Control. Checklist is complete. All systems green. Awaiting final clear fromt he team loading the tranceiver. Over."
Adel sat on his seat, strapped in pretty tightly. It wouldn't do to fall on someone due to poor seat belts. In the mustang along with Adel was Eastwood, Gervik, some Espatiers he didn't know and several drones.
"Looks like it is go time people!" Declared Eastwood, excitement filling his voice modulator.
"Hey droid, what do you know about Big Sky?" Asked the unknown Espatier. This question was directed at Eastwood.
"Well if I recall, our database describes HD70573c, "Big Sky", as an Earth-like world and the site of the colony. Due to the young age of it's star, the world is in the Cambrian era of it's geological history, with a high oxygen content generated by an abundance of simple planet life. Local animal life is restricted to invertebrates and fish/amphibian analogs. It's most striking feature is the early evolution of a grass-like plant, which has allowed for extensive grazing for cattle and other food animals. It's surface is approximately 54% land, the remainder water." Does that answer your question?"
".....You just got that off the database that we were given," Accused the Espatier.
"Yes so?"
"Quiet down in there! We're about to launch," said the pilot.
"Looks like it is go time people!" Declared Eastwood, excitement filling his voice modulator.
"Hey droid, what do you know about Big Sky?" Asked the unknown Espatier. This question was directed at Eastwood.
"Well if I recall, our database describes HD70573c, "Big Sky", as an Earth-like world and the site of the colony. Due to the young age of it's star, the world is in the Cambrian era of it's geological history, with a high oxygen content generated by an abundance of simple planet life. Local animal life is restricted to invertebrates and fish/amphibian analogs. It's most striking feature is the early evolution of a grass-like plant, which has allowed for extensive grazing for cattle and other food animals. It's surface is approximately 54% land, the remainder water." Does that answer your question?"
".....You just got that off the database that we were given," Accused the Espatier.
"Yes so?"
"Quiet down in there! We're about to launch," said the pilot.
The atmosphere in the bay was pumped out rapidly, leaving it a vacuum. The three spacecraft's crews and passengers were protected from the lack of air by their vehicle seals. Only then did the hanger bay doors open in front of them, displaying the planet below.
With a slight rumble the engineers would have to look at, the artificial gravity shifted, sending the three craft out through the doors all at once, Erikker and Constance's Shinigami taking the lead.
The two Mustangs shifted course, engaging their gravity drives to head for the Neela crash site, while the Shinigami was left to head for the colony far below and to the west.
With a slight rumble the engineers would have to look at, the artificial gravity shifted, sending the three craft out through the doors all at once, Erikker and Constance's Shinigami taking the lead.
The two Mustangs shifted course, engaging their gravity drives to head for the Neela crash site, while the Shinigami was left to head for the colony far below and to the west.
"Flights are away, Commander!" Maya reported happily on the bridge.
In the backseat of the Shinigami, Constance breathed normally as she looked about, appreciating the view.
"Just take us down..." She used the ship's cameras to zero in on a field near the north end of the colony. "Right here. Looks suitable for us." She hit the comms channel.
"Seraphim, Leopard Two here. Inform Governor Bill we're incoming, at the following coordinates."
"Aye sir, relaying the message."
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The Neelaa transport was still far below, covered in a fairly light dusting of soil despite it's rough landing. It was surrounded on all sides by wide open prairie, filled with red grass that stretched to the height of of two meters. Or would, if it had not been blown down by the impact shockwave. For miles around, the grass was pressed flat, the perfect landing spot for the two Mustangs as they headed down through the atmosphere.
The pilot, an Espatier, Flying Officer Ramon Hassan, looked over the navigational data and couldn't help but shake his head. He'd never seen a Neelaa starship up close, and frankly he hoped he never would. Not in battle, anyway.
Still, he felt uneasy as he and his brother Mustang pilot brought their craft through entry, the hulls of the silver vessels dissipating the heat with ease.
"We're heading downwind of it, sir," he reported to Ghabri in back. "Want to avoid blowback from anything nasty!"
In the backseat of the Shinigami, Constance breathed normally as she looked about, appreciating the view.
"Just take us down..." She used the ship's cameras to zero in on a field near the north end of the colony. "Right here. Looks suitable for us." She hit the comms channel.
"Seraphim, Leopard Two here. Inform Governor Bill we're incoming, at the following coordinates."
"Aye sir, relaying the message."
- - - - - -
The Neelaa transport was still far below, covered in a fairly light dusting of soil despite it's rough landing. It was surrounded on all sides by wide open prairie, filled with red grass that stretched to the height of of two meters. Or would, if it had not been blown down by the impact shockwave. For miles around, the grass was pressed flat, the perfect landing spot for the two Mustangs as they headed down through the atmosphere.
The pilot, an Espatier, Flying Officer Ramon Hassan, looked over the navigational data and couldn't help but shake his head. He'd never seen a Neelaa starship up close, and frankly he hoped he never would. Not in battle, anyway.
Still, he felt uneasy as he and his brother Mustang pilot brought their craft through entry, the hulls of the silver vessels dissipating the heat with ease.
"We're heading downwind of it, sir," he reported to Ghabri in back. "Want to avoid blowback from anything nasty!"
Ghagi:
I patiently leaned back "Take your time, it never pays to be in a hurry in situation's like this." I calmly 'said' to them. I checked some of the basic weapon's and defense equipment my armor had... I probably should have brought my 'combat mode' armor, ah well, the finger Taser's, the Underpalm laser's, (that area Emo's slit, there's a hidden laser there that pop's out. It's the same output as a sidearm.) and two hidden energy blade's in my forearms and my two actual sidearms. For defense I had the whole, Strong Metal Armor thing, plus I could run an Electrical current to stun anything trying to hold me.
Should be enough.
I patiently leaned back "Take your time, it never pays to be in a hurry in situation's like this." I calmly 'said' to them. I checked some of the basic weapon's and defense equipment my armor had... I probably should have brought my 'combat mode' armor, ah well, the finger Taser's, the Underpalm laser's, (that area Emo's slit, there's a hidden laser there that pop's out. It's the same output as a sidearm.) and two hidden energy blade's in my forearms and my two actual sidearms. For defense I had the whole, Strong Metal Armor thing, plus I could run an Electrical current to stun anything trying to hold me.
Should be enough.
The twin Mustangs broke through the cloud cover, streaking overhead like comets. The gravity drives on both made no sound while in an atmosphere, save for a strange humming noise that wasn't quite electric.
They raced over the wide countryside, decelerating slowly over mountains, plains and lakes, offering a fast moving vista to treat the eyes of everyone aboard.
Slowly, the hulk of the Neelaa starship came into view through the window rather than the camera viewscreens, and both vessels came to a smooth landing to the west of the crashed ship, only two hundred yards away.
They touched down almost silently, their engines buzzing loudly before quieting to the crafts' idle modes.
"All down sir," Ramon reported.
They raced over the wide countryside, decelerating slowly over mountains, plains and lakes, offering a fast moving vista to treat the eyes of everyone aboard.
Slowly, the hulk of the Neelaa starship came into view through the window rather than the camera viewscreens, and both vessels came to a smooth landing to the west of the crashed ship, only two hundred yards away.
They touched down almost silently, their engines buzzing loudly before quieting to the crafts' idle modes.
"All down sir," Ramon reported.