Abwehran Commander
Inactive Member
AF 259, Fourth Quarter, First Month, 1st Day
Location: Temporary Quarters, Weltraumflotte HQ, Orbiting Jaspis IV
"This is it, Erna Löwenherzt. Your first command ever...a scary, yet glorious event. You've even been given a prototype ship, the first Abwehran-built vessel capable of hyperspace fold...an honor you can't allow to be sullied."
This was the first thing young Oberleutnant Erna Löwenherzt said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was staring at her standard duty uniform with a proud smile upon her face. Little had changed in her uniform since her time aboard the HMS Eckert I a few months ago. She still wore the black turtleneck of she had received as an Executive Officer, but she wore the newly developed ship patch of her command now. There was also a brand new beret for her to wear, one of gold instead of her previous white, and was now a symbol of her new status of Ship Commander.
Her glowing blue eyes moved to look upon the gold-colored beret in the dim light of her room. Well...her former room in a few moments. This was to be the day she moved to her new vessel. A Kretor-class Scout Vessel that was to be named the HMS Fearless...a name that suited a ship bound to distant lands with unknown treasures and cultures. Her ship and crew would have to be Fearless, for they were one of four ships bound by duty to the Crown and Empire to search for systems to the northern sectors above the Yamatai Star Empire. She honestly didn't know why they had to search up there when there were plenty of systems relatively closer to Jaspis.
But that was for later. For now, her primary duty was to ready her crew. That involved them getting to know one another as well as a few drills to make sure they worked like a well-oiled machine. On top of that, there were a few new technologies to get used to once on board the state-of-the-art Scout.
With a sigh, the young Commander slipped on her usual pair of thick, dark goggles to protect her eyes. Reaching forward, she increased the power to the lights in her room in order for her to see. With a swift grab, she gathered her gun belt and fastened around her waist. Her Service Pistol rested comfortably upon her right hip while her family sword occupied the space on her left hip. Brushing her hand upon its hilt, she straighten up and gathered her mask of neutrality upon her face just moment before taking the coveted beret and placing it upon the crown of her head, her full, chocolate-brown hair cascading from the back and down her neck in the form of a simple ponytail.
"Now is the time," she mumbled as she left her empty quarters and towards the nearest trolley.
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Location: Ship Dock AA32, Weltraumflotte HQ's Docking Ring
Though Dock AA32 was designated a dock for Tempelritter Frigates, this large expanse was now the home of one of four Kretor Scouts destined to be the first Abwehran-built ships to leave the Jaspis System.
The frigate-sized ship sat on docking clamps as a large gang plank led from the dock's floor to the entrance of the Fearless' Shuttle Bay. Cargo Trucks and Personnel Trolleys moved up and down the ramp bringing personnel and necessities on board.
The design of the Kretor seemed strange to many of the older naval personnel whom were used to symmetrical designs like the First Generation vessels. They were also appalled at the relatively light armament placed upon a military vessel. Many of the dock hands were gossiping about those points constantly as they continued their work.
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Nevaraon Darkmidnight walked down the ship bay corridor looking at a note that had the bay number of the ship he was to be assigned to.
"Dock AA29,AA30,AA31, ahhh AA32" he said aloud to himself. He stopped at the entrance to the Kretor and said into a speaker that connected to the ship. "Maat Darkmidnight requesting permission to board Kretor-Class HMS Fearless. He shifted his black goggles and nervously slid his short sword in and out of his sheath while awaiting the reply.
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The entrance, being the massive ramp connecting the dock floor to the Fearless' Hanger Bay, was crawling with foot and vehicle traffic attending to the loading of supplies and personnel. One person marked with the green turtleneck of the Weltraumflotte Marine Corp, looked at the Maat with a strange expression before stepping next to him.
"You don't have to worry about that yet, Maat," the man replied with a chuckle. "We count heads once all the chaos is over...I'm Oberbootsmann Erhard Rothschild, Corpman of Fire Team Two." he introduced with a big grin. It was easy to tell this man was a Surfacer, mostly due to the lack of dark goggles all Nightdwellers wore. "Just follow up the ramp and meet up with the Marines. We're all gathering in the Shuttle Bay with the rest of the swabbies."
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Nevaraon snapped off a salute. "Maat Nevaraon Darkmidnight, Rifleman of Fire Team too. Looks like we'll be seeing a good bit of each other." Nevaraon grinned " Or hopefully I won't, if ya know what i mean." With that said he headed up the ramp with one last glance at the bay hoping that he wasn't the last to arrive.
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"That makes two of us, rook," the NCO replied with a smile. "Just be sure to keep your head down if we get into a furball," the Surfacer advised as they hit the peak of the ramp. The two Marines came out into the cavernous space of the shuttle bay.
Inside, station personnel were all over the bay with trucks and forklifts, transferring their precious cargo of food and material. In another part of the bay, a standard military Schiffchen sat with a pair of technicians going over it. "Ah...there," Erhard said as he pointed over to a group of ten individuals clad in the green turtleneck shirts of the Weltraumflotte Marines.
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Large milky white eyes blink softly under a pair of bulky black goggles as her head tilts upward looking over the glorious sight of the massive ship. Approaching the shuttle bay, the young women takes hold of the strap to her bag tightly with her left hand, trembling slightly under the greatness of the Fearless. Long violet curls line the chalky whiteness of her face. Pushed and shoved along as she steps onto the ramp to the main entrance she meekly makes her way to the SS Fearless, and she can't help but to chuckle inside her mind as she was very far from fearless.
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"So hey everyone. How's it going?" Nevaraon said he sat down. "Name's Nevaraon."
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"Come on, move your collective asses!" a woman shouted at the station personnel with pad in hand. Standing an intimidating seven feet in height, her eyes were covered with the typical black goggles of a Nightsider while her Orange Turtleneck signified her as a part of the Engineering department. Scowling, the monster of a woman brushed her brown curls from her goggles and turned to see the violet-haired woman walking up the ramp.
The brunette raised an eyebrow at Eva's general direction as she seemed to size the timid woman up. "Nachrichtendienst," she muttered with a sigh before placing her fists upon her hips and turning. "Well, I didn't know we were going to have Intelligence personnel on board," she called as she frowned at the lack of insignias Eva's uniform had, as per Nachrichtendienst policy. "I'm Stabsfeldwebel Sascha Feierabend, Chief Engineer. Name and Rank, please," the woman asked gruffly.
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Many of the Marines turned towards Nevaraon as he greeted them casually. A few of them sighed and placed their foreheads into their palms while one of the Marines winced noticeably. "Oh...we have a rookie just out of boot, eh?" a rather tiny Surfacer woman spoke up as she stood up, only reaching chest height to the young Maat.
"Well...if you haven't noticed," she began as she crossed her arms. "You are standing in front of an officer. You know what that means, right?" she asked with a feral grin.
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Nevaraon's eyes dilated under his goggles at the realization of his enormous mistake. He quickly snapped to attention. "I apologize Mam! I did not recognize your rank quickly enough" Nevaraon stated, while thinking, " I hope to the high universe that she doesn't make me do push-ups already, I'd never hear the end of it."
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She looks up at the amazingly tall women, strands of violet over her goggles. She stood at a tiny 5 foot 8 inches, and her voice was soft and shy sounding. "Evangeline Abigail Gorkavitch. Intelligence Specialist, Unteragens Rank. Ma'm" She clentched the strap of her backpack.
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The Officer stared at her new recruit for a while longer before chuckling. "Good. I should have you doing push-ups until you fall of exhaustion," she teased a bit. "But since you look like you're about to piss yourself, I'll let you off with a warning." A groan from the other Marines could be heard in the background as the Leutnant laughed loudly. "I am Leutnant Adalwolfa Hammerlin, Commander of the Fearless' Marines." she introduced. "Normally, I'd be in command of a platoon of you, but only a ship needs a Marine Officer," she said with a shrug before walking back to her seat and sitting down.
"Well, now that we're all here, grab your gear!" she ordered as all of the Marines hopped up in response. "It's time to hit the barracks...remember, you're sharing with the regular enlisted, so show some 'courtesy' will you. Form up when you're ready!"
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"Ah ha, Fräulein Gorkavitch," she replied as she glanced at the roster. "You will be staying in the Enlisted and Marine Barracks. If you want to find your way, I suggest you meet up with our Marine compliment over there," she pointed at the group of twelve individuals.
"Once the Captain arrives, she'll want to see you in her day cabin on Deck One." she explained as she turned to go back to work...only to pause. "Though I am curious. Why does your branch feel the need to place an Intelligence Specialist on board our ship?"
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Nevaraon breathed a soft sigh of relief when his new commander let him off the hook this time. He grabbed his stuff and headed off to the barracks with the others, but he couldn't help looking back and noticing a pretty, young Nightwalker female talking to an older female officer.
"This trip might not be so bad. Even if she's Nachrichtendienst." he muttered to himself as he walked with the other Marines towards the barracks.
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She would brush long strands of violet behind her ears and stand at full attention in front of her higher ranking officer. As the question 'Why does your branch feel the need to place an Intelligence Specialist on board our ship?' arouse she looked perplexed. "To be honest, I'm not 100 percent sure Ma'm. I was ordered to board three nights ago by my leading Officer." She caught someone gazing at her and shifted her head to the right, out of the corner of her eye she see's a young marine glance at her breifly. She then nodded to the Officer in front of her, "Thank you for all your help Ma'm," she then turned and headed for the Marine Barracks.
Location: Temporary Quarters, Weltraumflotte HQ, Orbiting Jaspis IV
"This is it, Erna Löwenherzt. Your first command ever...a scary, yet glorious event. You've even been given a prototype ship, the first Abwehran-built vessel capable of hyperspace fold...an honor you can't allow to be sullied."
This was the first thing young Oberleutnant Erna Löwenherzt said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was staring at her standard duty uniform with a proud smile upon her face. Little had changed in her uniform since her time aboard the HMS Eckert I a few months ago. She still wore the black turtleneck of she had received as an Executive Officer, but she wore the newly developed ship patch of her command now. There was also a brand new beret for her to wear, one of gold instead of her previous white, and was now a symbol of her new status of Ship Commander.
Her glowing blue eyes moved to look upon the gold-colored beret in the dim light of her room. Well...her former room in a few moments. This was to be the day she moved to her new vessel. A Kretor-class Scout Vessel that was to be named the HMS Fearless...a name that suited a ship bound to distant lands with unknown treasures and cultures. Her ship and crew would have to be Fearless, for they were one of four ships bound by duty to the Crown and Empire to search for systems to the northern sectors above the Yamatai Star Empire. She honestly didn't know why they had to search up there when there were plenty of systems relatively closer to Jaspis.
But that was for later. For now, her primary duty was to ready her crew. That involved them getting to know one another as well as a few drills to make sure they worked like a well-oiled machine. On top of that, there were a few new technologies to get used to once on board the state-of-the-art Scout.
With a sigh, the young Commander slipped on her usual pair of thick, dark goggles to protect her eyes. Reaching forward, she increased the power to the lights in her room in order for her to see. With a swift grab, she gathered her gun belt and fastened around her waist. Her Service Pistol rested comfortably upon her right hip while her family sword occupied the space on her left hip. Brushing her hand upon its hilt, she straighten up and gathered her mask of neutrality upon her face just moment before taking the coveted beret and placing it upon the crown of her head, her full, chocolate-brown hair cascading from the back and down her neck in the form of a simple ponytail.
"Now is the time," she mumbled as she left her empty quarters and towards the nearest trolley.
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Location: Ship Dock AA32, Weltraumflotte HQ's Docking Ring
Though Dock AA32 was designated a dock for Tempelritter Frigates, this large expanse was now the home of one of four Kretor Scouts destined to be the first Abwehran-built ships to leave the Jaspis System.
The frigate-sized ship sat on docking clamps as a large gang plank led from the dock's floor to the entrance of the Fearless' Shuttle Bay. Cargo Trucks and Personnel Trolleys moved up and down the ramp bringing personnel and necessities on board.
The design of the Kretor seemed strange to many of the older naval personnel whom were used to symmetrical designs like the First Generation vessels. They were also appalled at the relatively light armament placed upon a military vessel. Many of the dock hands were gossiping about those points constantly as they continued their work.
**************************
Nevaraon Darkmidnight walked down the ship bay corridor looking at a note that had the bay number of the ship he was to be assigned to.
"Dock AA29,AA30,AA31, ahhh AA32" he said aloud to himself. He stopped at the entrance to the Kretor and said into a speaker that connected to the ship. "Maat Darkmidnight requesting permission to board Kretor-Class HMS Fearless. He shifted his black goggles and nervously slid his short sword in and out of his sheath while awaiting the reply.
***************************
The entrance, being the massive ramp connecting the dock floor to the Fearless' Hanger Bay, was crawling with foot and vehicle traffic attending to the loading of supplies and personnel. One person marked with the green turtleneck of the Weltraumflotte Marine Corp, looked at the Maat with a strange expression before stepping next to him.
"You don't have to worry about that yet, Maat," the man replied with a chuckle. "We count heads once all the chaos is over...I'm Oberbootsmann Erhard Rothschild, Corpman of Fire Team Two." he introduced with a big grin. It was easy to tell this man was a Surfacer, mostly due to the lack of dark goggles all Nightdwellers wore. "Just follow up the ramp and meet up with the Marines. We're all gathering in the Shuttle Bay with the rest of the swabbies."
******************************
Nevaraon snapped off a salute. "Maat Nevaraon Darkmidnight, Rifleman of Fire Team too. Looks like we'll be seeing a good bit of each other." Nevaraon grinned " Or hopefully I won't, if ya know what i mean." With that said he headed up the ramp with one last glance at the bay hoping that he wasn't the last to arrive.
*******************************
"That makes two of us, rook," the NCO replied with a smile. "Just be sure to keep your head down if we get into a furball," the Surfacer advised as they hit the peak of the ramp. The two Marines came out into the cavernous space of the shuttle bay.
Inside, station personnel were all over the bay with trucks and forklifts, transferring their precious cargo of food and material. In another part of the bay, a standard military Schiffchen sat with a pair of technicians going over it. "Ah...there," Erhard said as he pointed over to a group of ten individuals clad in the green turtleneck shirts of the Weltraumflotte Marines.
******************************
Large milky white eyes blink softly under a pair of bulky black goggles as her head tilts upward looking over the glorious sight of the massive ship. Approaching the shuttle bay, the young women takes hold of the strap to her bag tightly with her left hand, trembling slightly under the greatness of the Fearless. Long violet curls line the chalky whiteness of her face. Pushed and shoved along as she steps onto the ramp to the main entrance she meekly makes her way to the SS Fearless, and she can't help but to chuckle inside her mind as she was very far from fearless.
**********************************
"So hey everyone. How's it going?" Nevaraon said he sat down. "Name's Nevaraon."
**********************************
"Come on, move your collective asses!" a woman shouted at the station personnel with pad in hand. Standing an intimidating seven feet in height, her eyes were covered with the typical black goggles of a Nightsider while her Orange Turtleneck signified her as a part of the Engineering department. Scowling, the monster of a woman brushed her brown curls from her goggles and turned to see the violet-haired woman walking up the ramp.
The brunette raised an eyebrow at Eva's general direction as she seemed to size the timid woman up. "Nachrichtendienst," she muttered with a sigh before placing her fists upon her hips and turning. "Well, I didn't know we were going to have Intelligence personnel on board," she called as she frowned at the lack of insignias Eva's uniform had, as per Nachrichtendienst policy. "I'm Stabsfeldwebel Sascha Feierabend, Chief Engineer. Name and Rank, please," the woman asked gruffly.
****************************
Many of the Marines turned towards Nevaraon as he greeted them casually. A few of them sighed and placed their foreheads into their palms while one of the Marines winced noticeably. "Oh...we have a rookie just out of boot, eh?" a rather tiny Surfacer woman spoke up as she stood up, only reaching chest height to the young Maat.
"Well...if you haven't noticed," she began as she crossed her arms. "You are standing in front of an officer. You know what that means, right?" she asked with a feral grin.
****************************
Nevaraon's eyes dilated under his goggles at the realization of his enormous mistake. He quickly snapped to attention. "I apologize Mam! I did not recognize your rank quickly enough" Nevaraon stated, while thinking, " I hope to the high universe that she doesn't make me do push-ups already, I'd never hear the end of it."
*****************************
She looks up at the amazingly tall women, strands of violet over her goggles. She stood at a tiny 5 foot 8 inches, and her voice was soft and shy sounding. "Evangeline Abigail Gorkavitch. Intelligence Specialist, Unteragens Rank. Ma'm" She clentched the strap of her backpack.
*******************************
The Officer stared at her new recruit for a while longer before chuckling. "Good. I should have you doing push-ups until you fall of exhaustion," she teased a bit. "But since you look like you're about to piss yourself, I'll let you off with a warning." A groan from the other Marines could be heard in the background as the Leutnant laughed loudly. "I am Leutnant Adalwolfa Hammerlin, Commander of the Fearless' Marines." she introduced. "Normally, I'd be in command of a platoon of you, but only a ship needs a Marine Officer," she said with a shrug before walking back to her seat and sitting down.
"Well, now that we're all here, grab your gear!" she ordered as all of the Marines hopped up in response. "It's time to hit the barracks...remember, you're sharing with the regular enlisted, so show some 'courtesy' will you. Form up when you're ready!"
******************************
"Ah ha, Fräulein Gorkavitch," she replied as she glanced at the roster. "You will be staying in the Enlisted and Marine Barracks. If you want to find your way, I suggest you meet up with our Marine compliment over there," she pointed at the group of twelve individuals.
"Once the Captain arrives, she'll want to see you in her day cabin on Deck One." she explained as she turned to go back to work...only to pause. "Though I am curious. Why does your branch feel the need to place an Intelligence Specialist on board our ship?"
*********************************
Nevaraon breathed a soft sigh of relief when his new commander let him off the hook this time. He grabbed his stuff and headed off to the barracks with the others, but he couldn't help looking back and noticing a pretty, young Nightwalker female talking to an older female officer.
"This trip might not be so bad. Even if she's Nachrichtendienst." he muttered to himself as he walked with the other Marines towards the barracks.
*******************************
She would brush long strands of violet behind her ears and stand at full attention in front of her higher ranking officer. As the question 'Why does your branch feel the need to place an Intelligence Specialist on board our ship?' arouse she looked perplexed. "To be honest, I'm not 100 percent sure Ma'm. I was ordered to board three nights ago by my leading Officer." She caught someone gazing at her and shifted her head to the right, out of the corner of her eye she see's a young marine glance at her breifly. She then nodded to the Officer in front of her, "Thank you for all your help Ma'm," she then turned and headed for the Marine Barracks.
