Jack Pine
Inactive Member
- RP Date
- 9/11/YE41
- RP Location
- SX-01 "Vale" star system
There were confetti and streamers, hands waving vigorously as ever screen in the city showed the small fleet of ships preparing to make their jumps to what would hopefully become another land of their nation. The lords voiced their blessings, as the people gave their cheers, making one might think it was some sort of holiday as it would indeed become. With the great influx of refugees, the city that was the NDC's capital and seat of government was just not large enough to hold everyone. Given expansion on Sirris VI was already hard due to local wildlife, it was better to look to new worlds entirely, as the need was too great to wait.
The assembled fleet gathered together, their course set for a system only glimpsed at from a distance, even civilian and independent elements present among them. After all, this was not some military operation, despite the fact they were present to provide safety for those moving to the new territories. There was no telling what was ahead of them, what they would find, or how the place had changed since the SAoY had reportedly pulled out of the system.
Admiral Alice Casdan thought of this herself while the fanfair went on, her mind wondering on the task ahead, a petite hand rested on her chin. Well petite in relation to proportions, as the Gesherin who once held the rank of Shosa, was over seven feet in height. Long silver hair was brushed aside as equally silver eyes shifted slightly, seeing windows of information of final checks for departure that only her eyes could see other then those at the correct stations. Feeling it was time, the tall woman stood from the captain's chair as she signaled a comm channel to open, "This is Admiral Casdan aboard the S6S-Valiant, all ships prepare for FTL ETA 5 minutes."
Taking a seat once more, she gave a sigh now that the channel was closed, "Pray to the Goddess this goes well and with minimal irritation."
After the five minutes were up, the frigates began their leaps through space first to clear the way if need be. Then the rest of the fleet followed, heading into the unknown in a trip that would take at most half hour with the speeds of the civilian craft they had to slow to. The admiral hated waiting, but it was necessary, and she remained vigilant none the less. After all, the Lords needed this for the people, and she was not one to disappoint a man she respected greatly.
Hangar 2A
The spiky blonde sat atop the slid open hatch to the Oban he had so lovingly maintained and customized. Zeke Rykiel had his usual cocky smile, even as the ship lurched into FTL, it did not falter. "Alright! Off on an adventure of discovery! Maybe we'll get to fight some pirates, bandits, maybe even space terrors! Ah come on, there has got to be something out there, otherwise this is going to be boring," he said to no one in particular as a couple troopers in basic uniform walked by below. Granted the Oban was more for ground deployments, unlike the XM1 he had be leased for if anything space fairing waited, but he was more hoping for the former. Seeing as things would be quiet til arrival, the man hopped down to the arm, before opening a tool kit he had left magnetized to the armor.
Taking out a few things, he began to remove a couple access panels, and began doing some down time maintenance. It had only been a few weeks ago since he was released from the hospital, but damn did that leave the mech pilot a long list of maintenance, however at least that kept his mind off the more painful of recent events. As the locket dangled out of his shirt, he only kept working, trying to ignore its existence he stubbornly refused to get rid of.
Armory
The compartment was pretty empty, most security personnel already at their posts, the SABER girl only wanting to keep herself occupied. Stripping guns, cleaning them, repairing them, and even a bit of tweaking here and there. Her snow white pigtails jostled as she happily worked one after another, doing most in record time, only taking it casual when it came to a shotgun. Eventually Exia frowned, figuring if the Fenrir clone stayed too long, someone would come yell at her, and she hated it when it was the admiral who seemed to do it the most.
Putting the last weapon away, she grabbed her own, a Styrling Shot 12. Sure it didn't compare to those made by Galactic Horizon, or even the NDC, but the girl had a fondness for the classics and it did the job as a security patrol weapon. Despite the fact she was already in her undersuit for her armor, she wore her usual skirt and bloused bustier over it, giving her an almost cyber punk barmaid look if it weren't for the armored boots she also wore. Magnetically clipping it to the suit's segmented support spine, and patting the Shade 10mm compact pistol on her hip, the clone exited the backroom area of the armory with a pip in her step.
The assembled fleet gathered together, their course set for a system only glimpsed at from a distance, even civilian and independent elements present among them. After all, this was not some military operation, despite the fact they were present to provide safety for those moving to the new territories. There was no telling what was ahead of them, what they would find, or how the place had changed since the SAoY had reportedly pulled out of the system.
Admiral Alice Casdan thought of this herself while the fanfair went on, her mind wondering on the task ahead, a petite hand rested on her chin. Well petite in relation to proportions, as the Gesherin who once held the rank of Shosa, was over seven feet in height. Long silver hair was brushed aside as equally silver eyes shifted slightly, seeing windows of information of final checks for departure that only her eyes could see other then those at the correct stations. Feeling it was time, the tall woman stood from the captain's chair as she signaled a comm channel to open, "This is Admiral Casdan aboard the S6S-Valiant, all ships prepare for FTL ETA 5 minutes."
Taking a seat once more, she gave a sigh now that the channel was closed, "Pray to the Goddess this goes well and with minimal irritation."
After the five minutes were up, the frigates began their leaps through space first to clear the way if need be. Then the rest of the fleet followed, heading into the unknown in a trip that would take at most half hour with the speeds of the civilian craft they had to slow to. The admiral hated waiting, but it was necessary, and she remained vigilant none the less. After all, the Lords needed this for the people, and she was not one to disappoint a man she respected greatly.
Hangar 2A
The spiky blonde sat atop the slid open hatch to the Oban he had so lovingly maintained and customized. Zeke Rykiel had his usual cocky smile, even as the ship lurched into FTL, it did not falter. "Alright! Off on an adventure of discovery! Maybe we'll get to fight some pirates, bandits, maybe even space terrors! Ah come on, there has got to be something out there, otherwise this is going to be boring," he said to no one in particular as a couple troopers in basic uniform walked by below. Granted the Oban was more for ground deployments, unlike the XM1 he had be leased for if anything space fairing waited, but he was more hoping for the former. Seeing as things would be quiet til arrival, the man hopped down to the arm, before opening a tool kit he had left magnetized to the armor.
Taking out a few things, he began to remove a couple access panels, and began doing some down time maintenance. It had only been a few weeks ago since he was released from the hospital, but damn did that leave the mech pilot a long list of maintenance, however at least that kept his mind off the more painful of recent events. As the locket dangled out of his shirt, he only kept working, trying to ignore its existence he stubbornly refused to get rid of.
Armory
The compartment was pretty empty, most security personnel already at their posts, the SABER girl only wanting to keep herself occupied. Stripping guns, cleaning them, repairing them, and even a bit of tweaking here and there. Her snow white pigtails jostled as she happily worked one after another, doing most in record time, only taking it casual when it came to a shotgun. Eventually Exia frowned, figuring if the Fenrir clone stayed too long, someone would come yell at her, and she hated it when it was the admiral who seemed to do it the most.
Putting the last weapon away, she grabbed her own, a Styrling Shot 12. Sure it didn't compare to those made by Galactic Horizon, or even the NDC, but the girl had a fondness for the classics and it did the job as a security patrol weapon. Despite the fact she was already in her undersuit for her armor, she wore her usual skirt and bloused bustier over it, giving her an almost cyber punk barmaid look if it weren't for the armored boots she also wore. Magnetically clipping it to the suit's segmented support spine, and patting the Shade 10mm compact pistol on her hip, the clone exited the backroom area of the armory with a pip in her step.