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Rizzo
- RP Date
- YE 40, midday on Xuno
- RP Location
- Howard Station
Howard Station, Undisclosed Dry Dock
The hangar bay bustled with activity as a modified interplanetary slug was loaded into a SHIVA cannon. The fire in window was so narrow it would require computer timing and time was running short to the launch deadline. The mighty weapon had a slightly humorous nickname emblazoned across the barrel. The breach of 'Mailman' closed with a heavy pounding, locks creeping shut to keep it that way.
The time had come to clear the bay and Dock Workers began to head to the protection of the stations interior.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, mr. Donovan?" A controller asked from his computer, "they were quite clear about not wanting us in their system."
The Android did not respond immediately, just standing in front of the window in the elevated control room of the dock.
"As I recall they are not in control of anything at Xuno, and as I recall S6 is no longer a figure of authority. Their 'protection' is somewhat empty seeing as we have no legal system," mr. Donovan answered, "besides, they're our neighbors now, it's only polite to send a gift."
"But sir, we are literally firing a cannon at them… you don't think there's any way this can be misconstrued as an Act of War?"
"You may fire when ready," Donovan answered stoically.
With a heavy sigh the operator shook his head and donned a headset with a speaker and microphone.
"All deck crew please evacuate the dock, atmosphere is being removed in 30 seconds."
Yellow strobes flashed through the Great Hall of the dock as air was reclaimed leaving it as a vacuum chamber. Massive bay doors crept open with trails of vapor hissed through as the final traces of air escaped into space.
"Firing SHIVA cannon in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.."
An explosion erupted from the front of the cannon and shook the entire dock so loud it was audible through the walls.
"Package is sent!" The operator reported, "Five minutes to destination." In the background the bay doors began to close as a volumetric image of planet Xuno appeared, a live feed from a long-range deep space telescope. "Zooming in to destination."
The image showed nothing but ocean, a very deep ocean.
From the Depths of Space
5 minutes after launch
A streak of fire tore through the atmosphere, flames disintegrating covers across the interstellar slug. Thousands of brochures sealed in plastic covers spilled out of the slug falling gently on parachutes as it passed over Fahen and other populated areas before splashing harmlessly into the ocean, it's velocity lost in the atmosphere.
As the brochures would reach the waiting hands of the populace they would find it written in a language they found easy to understand, dialect already being accounted for using data collected during Mr. Donovan's visit. It would introduce them to the Frontier Service Corporation, its products, job opportunities, and the economy of the USO along with a coupon to open an account with the banking service with 500 ArkMarks and a datapad just for signing up.
Howard Station, Undisclosed Dry Dock
Mr. Donovan watched the volumetric screen as it displayed people catching, picking up or in some way acquiring the airborne document. The telescope zoomed out to show parachutes drifting along air currents to reach territories across borders.
"Sir, we still have two more 'packages' with flight plans ready to go," the operator informed the android, "we may as well go big, right?"
Mr. Donovan turned to face the young man with only one appropriate method of conveying his approval.
He lifted an armored thumb as a smiley emoticon covered his face. "Fire at will…"
The hangar bay bustled with activity as a modified interplanetary slug was loaded into a SHIVA cannon. The fire in window was so narrow it would require computer timing and time was running short to the launch deadline. The mighty weapon had a slightly humorous nickname emblazoned across the barrel. The breach of 'Mailman' closed with a heavy pounding, locks creeping shut to keep it that way.
The time had come to clear the bay and Dock Workers began to head to the protection of the stations interior.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, mr. Donovan?" A controller asked from his computer, "they were quite clear about not wanting us in their system."
The Android did not respond immediately, just standing in front of the window in the elevated control room of the dock.
"As I recall they are not in control of anything at Xuno, and as I recall S6 is no longer a figure of authority. Their 'protection' is somewhat empty seeing as we have no legal system," mr. Donovan answered, "besides, they're our neighbors now, it's only polite to send a gift."
"But sir, we are literally firing a cannon at them… you don't think there's any way this can be misconstrued as an Act of War?"
"You may fire when ready," Donovan answered stoically.
With a heavy sigh the operator shook his head and donned a headset with a speaker and microphone.
"All deck crew please evacuate the dock, atmosphere is being removed in 30 seconds."
Yellow strobes flashed through the Great Hall of the dock as air was reclaimed leaving it as a vacuum chamber. Massive bay doors crept open with trails of vapor hissed through as the final traces of air escaped into space.
"Firing SHIVA cannon in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.."
An explosion erupted from the front of the cannon and shook the entire dock so loud it was audible through the walls.
"Package is sent!" The operator reported, "Five minutes to destination." In the background the bay doors began to close as a volumetric image of planet Xuno appeared, a live feed from a long-range deep space telescope. "Zooming in to destination."
The image showed nothing but ocean, a very deep ocean.
From the Depths of Space
5 minutes after launch
A streak of fire tore through the atmosphere, flames disintegrating covers across the interstellar slug. Thousands of brochures sealed in plastic covers spilled out of the slug falling gently on parachutes as it passed over Fahen and other populated areas before splashing harmlessly into the ocean, it's velocity lost in the atmosphere.
As the brochures would reach the waiting hands of the populace they would find it written in a language they found easy to understand, dialect already being accounted for using data collected during Mr. Donovan's visit. It would introduce them to the Frontier Service Corporation, its products, job opportunities, and the economy of the USO along with a coupon to open an account with the banking service with 500 ArkMarks and a datapad just for signing up.
Howard Station, Undisclosed Dry Dock
Mr. Donovan watched the volumetric screen as it displayed people catching, picking up or in some way acquiring the airborne document. The telescope zoomed out to show parachutes drifting along air currents to reach territories across borders.
"Sir, we still have two more 'packages' with flight plans ready to go," the operator informed the android, "we may as well go big, right?"
Mr. Donovan turned to face the young man with only one appropriate method of conveying his approval.
He lifted an armored thumb as a smiley emoticon covered his face. "Fire at will…"
