Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- Ye40
- RP Location
- New Bernese High Orbit
The Hades Crown had cut its engines and, With a certain kind of litany, Accepted its defeat. The tender was circled slowly; The other, Larger, Infinitely more well armed corvette continued its orbit around the transport at a distance of almost ten thousand kilometers, Not even a speck in the horizon from the point of view from the bridge of the Hades at that distance yet the range was easily considered well within point blank in the kind of engagements the corvette was capable of performing.
The drives dead and left to cool to the void of space, The distant warship signaled its intent over a tight beam and began to close the distance as cautiously and restrained as a starving wolf could manage under the circumstances. After all the Hades Crown was carrying vital supplies and even more vital munitions compatible to the corvette, In fact they where intended for it...
"NSS Anemone, Hades Crown receives you and is prepared to begin refueling and rearmament at your digression."
NSS Sickslayer, Wardroom.
The wardroom was packed to burst. Men and women of every shape, Size, And culture packed together like sardines in what was usually a sparsely occupied wardroom onboard the sickslayer. In one corner a group of senior marines from the four ships of the lance staked their claim over a refreshment table, Grunting and hushed conversations passed between them as they secretly passed a flask amongst themselves with an impressive display of sleight of hand as they glared about the gathering conference.
In another group a joint taskforce of naval ensigns composed themselves with more poise and bering, But only just barely as they shared stories of various situations they'de stomped out or took charge of with varying degrees of embellishment.
Another housed a mismatch of bridge crew and lower enlisted occupying the massive half-moon shaped couch, A single upper enlisted gunner trying impress an intelligence officer from the IPG, Explaining cross-path targetting against moving ground targets the size of a small car with curbstomper torpedoes from a staggering distance of over a hundred kilometers, The spook hid her bored expression well.
At the far side of the wardroom, Setting themselves up by a pre-established monitor display the upper-echelon of the lance stood in solemn silence over the majority. Captains, Commanders and lieutenants from the entire lance save the Anemone spoke rarely not out of any disdain for their crews behaviors, But more out of silent appraisal as the sole lieutenant native to the SickSlayer continued on in her melodic hymn, The words indistinguishable through her thick kuznyetski accent, But the sound and tone made up for the unintelligible lack of translation.
Nearby, Silently humming the tune out of earshot in rythm with the kuz officer, An older and more venerable member of the crew oversaw the embroiling of another letter onto the massive battle-flag of the ship, Carefully supervising the young Helashio senior crewman as she neared the edge of the corner and the available space prompting a satisfied grunt from the wizened older master chief petty officer supervising.
"Down another row for the next part, Dont worry about symmetry so much."
Meanwhile, With the absence of surface mass on the ship to hold all the craft the pilots attached to the lance where remotely shuttled to the flagship and had finally all assembled and been shoved into the confusing gathering, The massive flag imminently catching the eye as soon as they where ushered into the assembly. The DIoN flag was large enough to cover a large vehicle and obscure it completely. Usually hung in the bridge the ships battle flag listed the deeds the ship and its crew had performed since its commission from the fleet yards.
Several small spaces where dedicated to honorable mentions where the Sickslayer had lent its marine compliment to aid in an NPF boarding operation. Another where the ship had helped evacuate and scuttle a merchant freighter. A larger swathe contained the signatures of some of the current officer and seinor enlisted cadre as the first crew.
The smallest spot of all on the flag was a single name on the polar opposite of the accomplishments.
Jeremiah Lohan, YE39.
The ships first and so far only fatality had been an equipment accident. But any death of a crew member was memorialized and remembered until the day the ship was sunk or scuttled, Where it would remain until it too became lost to the void.
Largest of all, And still being embroidered by the Helashio and her seinor supervisor in big bold letters read:
The drives dead and left to cool to the void of space, The distant warship signaled its intent over a tight beam and began to close the distance as cautiously and restrained as a starving wolf could manage under the circumstances. After all the Hades Crown was carrying vital supplies and even more vital munitions compatible to the corvette, In fact they where intended for it...
"NSS Anemone, Hades Crown receives you and is prepared to begin refueling and rearmament at your digression."
NSS Sickslayer, Wardroom.
The wardroom was packed to burst. Men and women of every shape, Size, And culture packed together like sardines in what was usually a sparsely occupied wardroom onboard the sickslayer. In one corner a group of senior marines from the four ships of the lance staked their claim over a refreshment table, Grunting and hushed conversations passed between them as they secretly passed a flask amongst themselves with an impressive display of sleight of hand as they glared about the gathering conference.
In another group a joint taskforce of naval ensigns composed themselves with more poise and bering, But only just barely as they shared stories of various situations they'de stomped out or took charge of with varying degrees of embellishment.
Another housed a mismatch of bridge crew and lower enlisted occupying the massive half-moon shaped couch, A single upper enlisted gunner trying impress an intelligence officer from the IPG, Explaining cross-path targetting against moving ground targets the size of a small car with curbstomper torpedoes from a staggering distance of over a hundred kilometers, The spook hid her bored expression well.
At the far side of the wardroom, Setting themselves up by a pre-established monitor display the upper-echelon of the lance stood in solemn silence over the majority. Captains, Commanders and lieutenants from the entire lance save the Anemone spoke rarely not out of any disdain for their crews behaviors, But more out of silent appraisal as the sole lieutenant native to the SickSlayer continued on in her melodic hymn, The words indistinguishable through her thick kuznyetski accent, But the sound and tone made up for the unintelligible lack of translation.
Nearby, Silently humming the tune out of earshot in rythm with the kuz officer, An older and more venerable member of the crew oversaw the embroiling of another letter onto the massive battle-flag of the ship, Carefully supervising the young Helashio senior crewman as she neared the edge of the corner and the available space prompting a satisfied grunt from the wizened older master chief petty officer supervising.
"Down another row for the next part, Dont worry about symmetry so much."
Meanwhile, With the absence of surface mass on the ship to hold all the craft the pilots attached to the lance where remotely shuttled to the flagship and had finally all assembled and been shoved into the confusing gathering, The massive flag imminently catching the eye as soon as they where ushered into the assembly. The DIoN flag was large enough to cover a large vehicle and obscure it completely. Usually hung in the bridge the ships battle flag listed the deeds the ship and its crew had performed since its commission from the fleet yards.
Several small spaces where dedicated to honorable mentions where the Sickslayer had lent its marine compliment to aid in an NPF boarding operation. Another where the ship had helped evacuate and scuttle a merchant freighter. A larger swathe contained the signatures of some of the current officer and seinor enlisted cadre as the first crew.
The smallest spot of all on the flag was a single name on the polar opposite of the accomplishments.
Jeremiah Lohan, YE39.
The ships first and so far only fatality had been an equipment accident. But any death of a crew member was memorialized and remembered until the day the ship was sunk or scuttled, Where it would remain until it too became lost to the void.
Largest of all, And still being embroidered by the Helashio and her seinor supervisor in big bold letters read:
@Gunhand4171 @Whitehart @paladinrpg @krisslanza @Grey Library @Biesecker @SirSkully @Luno
Aquila's back! 2nd thread up bills/grills! We're skipping ahead to YE40 to catch up with the times. Luno, and Bie's chars consider them only just now arriving. Skully's char isnt a pilot yet but will be. Expo and meet and greet for a couple posting rounds and i promise we'll get some action soon, ye? Also its to get some time to see if pal and grey are still around, Im not writing anyone off the plot if they arent. Also im going to be enforcing a 2-week limit to posting. If you cant find the time to sit down for 20 min and write out a post at least once in a 2 week timespan than im going to NPC you for that round. If it keeps happening ill be disappointed in you as ye GM...
Aquila's back! 2nd thread up bills/grills! We're skipping ahead to YE40 to catch up with the times. Luno, and Bie's chars consider them only just now arriving. Skully's char isnt a pilot yet but will be. Expo and meet and greet for a couple posting rounds and i promise we'll get some action soon, ye? Also its to get some time to see if pal and grey are still around, Im not writing anyone off the plot if they arent. Also im going to be enforcing a 2-week limit to posting. If you cant find the time to sit down for 20 min and write out a post at least once in a 2 week timespan than im going to NPC you for that round. If it keeps happening ill be disappointed in you as ye GM...
