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RP Expanding Horizons: Vale of Discovery

HarperMadi

FM of NDC
HANGAR 2A

Thorn's request was quickly answered as her cargo pod jettisoned, an ominous black and red pod with its single bar of its heavily modified 50mm LRG was attatched to Oracle's open slot. Eight torpedos were affixed to her hull at various points as she finally disengaged her docking clamps, letting the Geist lock her tiny body against the restraints as she stretched out in the new body of her ship.

A gentle push of her RCS, more of a gentle breath turned her to the open hangar door, the frost glittering and spreading across her hull as the reactor spooled, screaming, engine glowing a feint blue-white. Then came the mighty crack and rumble of the easiest touch of her throttle, one that sent the Oracle rocketing across the hangar and out to space as she flipped over and turned from her shining bronze to a shapeless black, cloaks engaging.

More touches and breaths came to maneuver herself into position, forward and above the main gun of the Carrier, where the bridge could see the growing glow of her engines, and Rose could feel her sensors scramble as Thorn disguised herself as a coming shot from that prow gun.

Then the stars themselves split, screaming as twelve megatons bloomed across the Vale's armored hull in a four kilometer long plume of plasma that washed harmlessly over the windshield, and in a split instant, Oracle was no longer in friendly space. Engines cut, gas turned her, and the same engine bloomed half or less so strong as Thorn decelerated hard towards a recognized pirate vessel. Six of her torpedos broke away, engines lighting as they curved around, falling into a ring formation as they approached, and their several kiloton thermonuclear warheads bloomed like radioactive flowers against rickety slaver shields. But Thorn's engines had cut again, spinning ninety in the wrong direction, another ninety to pass through the fireball, through the shields and use her own as a battering ram, last ninety with instants to spare as the last two torpedos lit, and the railgun fired repeatedly, the blasts shearing the engine clean off the aging slaver cruiser-carrier, her reactors shattered, her crew on damage control with only emergency power. But like dust on the wind, Thorn's Oracle was gone, only detectably there by the occasional flare of a railgun and the thermonuclear bloom of a Starfire shell as she found something important and made a precision strike.

BRIDGE

Rose had already folded into herself, her body stiffening, slumping as she reached out in the infinite dimension of the carrier's navigational array, opened her eyes to the endless expanse of stars and the fire trading between her people and the pirates. Gently, she started shutting down pieces of herself, devoting the wasted processing power of her rage and hate for these animals to analyzing the gravitational effects of the local star, the precise orbits of every piece of debris larger than one of her children.

She folded again, letting slip the need for her body, the warmth, longing, and pain associated with those cobalt soul piercers of the woman she had married. The connection and warmth faded as other AI nearby would feel Rose rapidly growing, her tactical and navigational data becoming more refined as she claimed the helm's precise controls.

More seemed to fade away as Rose's attatchment to the physical plane faded, her body growing limp as her avatar shattered, reducing Rose's communication to screens of text and a simple, cold replica of her voice.

"Captain, I have firing solution on pirate flagship. Sensor data indicates a shot will vaporize the outer hull, fragment the superstructure, and burn the life from any ships hiding in its shadow. Addendum: Warning: Unidentified Eye class vessel outside formation, has engaged and disabled slave cruiser. Targeting tata lost. Eye class vessel did not respond to comms and is running dark. Minor damage to hull, all maneuvering thrusters operational."
 
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The creature surged forward, smaller and less built beings parting from its massive bulk. Like some single minded beast having caught its prey, both arms converged upon the crate and pulled it upwards as he grunted a gargly thanks. Immediately, another set of arms smaller and slimmer and ending in six-pronged claws. His primary ones dunked inside and the sound of clattering metallic fragments could be heard, rustling like little leaves and contrasted by the sound of something hungrily sucking and crunching them together. The box jerked upwards a little before it was simply tossed aside with an empty thump; its contents vanished into his dense armour.

He turned to leave but paused for a short second; something caught his eye that had previously just vaguely teased his curiosity. A smell not like the vertebrate inhabitants of the vessel; something almost familiar to him. Hidden behind their dome-coverings, a pair of eyes zeroed in on Adria, travelling across her wings, and then back to her red eyes.

"Civilians should leave." He said, the rest of his body turning to orient itself with his head.

Under his breath however, a few small vents briefly opened in his armour and a small waft of spore-like pheromones released. Short lived and sharp in their odour, they would dissipate quickly. Yet they were too fine for the noses of all but the most honed of hunters to catch and even if they did it was unlikely they'd understand them.

*QUERY: IN DANGER? CONFLICT - IMMINENT. DO NOT GO LIGHTLY; RECONSIDER.*

That was the general gist of the olfactory message.

He would not stay for long beyond moving towards 2B. It was time to see how well the troops he had trained would perform.
 

RaWolfe

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Space

The XM1 was hovering into the wall position and using its shields to protect itself from any incoming missiles or gunshots as Sareash looked around "Hold the line! Protect the fleet at all costs" She barks out the orders and fires back at the incoming vessels ripping a smaller ship into pieces after a few shots. This was a well-organized attack upon their exploration fleet, this was not counted for to happen, where did they come from and why are they here. Well if they are truly pirates then profit from this all counts as most obvious one "Attackers move forward!" With that said, Sareash moved forward and waited for others to form up with her as the defense line closes up behind them.
 

EhWha

Active Member
ARMORY




Sasha was on the way to the Hangar when an announcement from PA rang into her ears. Crap, so it's time. Sasha quickly turned around to enter the armory again, rushing the armorer to grab her things out by impatiently tapping the countertop with palm of her hands. LOUDLY. Sasha never wanted to miss the drop, not this one. She was raring to explore this new, recently-discovered planet and whatever thing (or things) it had to offer. After all, it has been a while since her last time of action, and her rifle exploded on her last time, which counted as semi-fun on her book. She had to have some fun once in a while, and she meant full-on fun, complete with exotic creatures, meeting new people, maybe fighting them, or drinking with them, whatever came first.

As soon as armorer handed her sidearms, pistol belt, and other gears, Sasha didn't take her time to put them on. With her Harbinger SMG holstered inside her customized leather shoulder holster like a pistol, Sasha then dressed into her Zytone Armor. Her armor was heavily decorated, with rank insignia of Corporal drawn on both of her arms parts in an effort to fool enemy snipers lurking about to take shots on officers, the only part of her armor that was camouflaged was her helmet, even then the pattern used to camouflage her helmet was somewhat weird, with other parts of her armor just painted in deep green.


"Alright, let's do this. "


Slinging her beloved GP-1 assault rifle on her shoulder again, Sasha made her way onto the Hangar for the last time, this time not even walking but rather running up to the place.
 

Noodlewerfer

Well-Known Member
Bridge
Izzy took a deep breath and replied "Alright." Isabelle Pine sat down in a chair and waited for a damage report. She hoped it wouldn't be bad, but there was really no telling at the moment. They had already been attacked by the reapers recently, she didn't understand how this could happen so soon after.

Hangar 2A
"Thank you," Chlorate beeped to Rihanna, she floated away a few feet as if a little scared of the magnetic toolkit, then she hovered down and landed on the floor. After hearing Zeke, she happily beeped and smiled, excitedly calling back "AFFIRMATIVE!" Before he could say anything else, she quickly ran off to the tanks, her loud feet made a very rapid CLANKCLANKCLANKCLANKCLANK sound. The sudden series of sounds stopped beside Lena's tank, and the gynoid asked "Hello, is this the tank unit that requires operators?"

Armory
The large-winged girl was shocked to hear Jack had gotten a tank for her. Her wings were too big and couldn't fold up enough, they posed quite a huge problem rendering it nigh-impossible to get into the narrow hatches of a regular tank or sit in the cramped compartments. Plus, Jack thought they were too fragile, there was no way he made her a modified tank. "Really..." she remarked doubtfully, not amused by Exia making what she believed to be a joke. Hearing the strange creature's suggestion to leave, she glared at him and growled "I'm not leaving." Just then, she smelled the pheromones he released. She didn't quite understand them, but she could certainly smell the sharp odor regardless. The blonde's nose twitched, she looked around. "Where did that come from? What's making these strange scents?" she asked, confused.
 
"I will hold you to it that you won't regret that. The coming conflict will be ruthless. I will be collecting the battle-slain afterwards."

His mouthparts clicked as he spoke, a second line of dialogue overlapping his own and partially obscuring his words. That wasn't the point as much as it was to draw her attention.

A second wave of pheromones, stronger than the last but still requiring her antennae to detect, wafted out of a few of his glands. If she looked closely, she might see a few flecks of light orange powdery substance pass through amidst the bodies rushing by.

This one's olfactory message was simpler and not dialogue but a sensation and idea. Almost like a threat but it wasn't directed at her; it was the warning of one. Another "message" was layered over it; curiosity. "IDENTIFY YOUR IDENTITY WHAT ARE YOU" was its rough translation.

As far as he knew, he was the only arthropod here.

If she did not respond, he would simply begin walking away.
 

Phyrexus

Active Member
Hangar 2A

Lena of course heard the storm of clanks coming her way only to stop suddenly, and a voice outside the tank calling out. She lifted herself from the commander's seat and looked out from the cupola ring for the source, her eyes drawing a bead on the gynoid, blinking in surprise for a moment. "Uh...yeah," she finally said, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Needs a driver. Guess you're my co-pilot then?" Lena pulled herself from the command cupola and slid down the side of the tank, landing smartly next to Chlorate. "Name's Lena, ex-Nepleslian veteran tanker. Charmed," she added with a nervous grin, extending her hand to the gynoid.
 
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