SirSkully
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- Ye 42
- RP Location
- YSS Shiroyama
Then
With no further loss of Yamataian life both teams managed to push through and eliminate the remaining stragglers aboard the derelict, Juno would be revived shortly after her body was brought back to the station and the teams soon discovered a series of charges being set in the walls surrounding the derelict’s server room – the mysterious ship quickly departed and warped to god knows where with shockingly little presence on any scanners, there was no way to determine where it may have gone, leaving everyone very confused as to what the goal of all this was.
Meanwhile planetside the two personnel inside the camouflaged jeep were thankful their main goal had been achieved, whatever that may have been, though disappointed they were not able to employ the planned subterfuge.
It was not a good day, what had started as a simple training exercise quickly snowballed into… whatever this was, so the team was taken back home to lick their wounds and recuperate before their next assignment.
Terra Multa’s Orbit, YSS Shiroyama, Command Module - Now
Shosa-Hayden’s synthetic blue gaze followed the last few people to enter the room closely, bearing down on the uniformed individuals with an outward look of indifference though his synthetic eyes still clearly betraying some distant feeling of a father not wanting to seem ever so slightly disappointed – the human took another swig from his mug and cleared his throat with a rattle before nodding to a nearby Neko controlling a datapad, volumetric projectors kicking into action around him, the image displayed on the wall-sized surface? An orbital shot of the lush planet they orbited around, the angle and perspective suggesting it was from a satellite somewhere east of the station’s command module.
“Right,” Ryder simply spoke, placing the mug down and letting a small exhale leave his lungs before continuing.
“I will not pretend the previous outing of these two units went smoothly, It was intended to be a training exercise though as I know some of you already know first hand from the previous war and maybe even wars Yamatai has fought – conflicts never go smoothly for too long,” the older man paused, folding arms behind his back briskly as he let his words sink in.
“That being said, both of you have new assignments today, somewhat similar ones at that,” the Shosa began explaining, taking a few carefully paced steps off to the side so as to not obstruct the display behind his form.
“Though before that, a preface about the enemy forces we faced recently.”
The screen changed to show footage pulled from the perspective of the Ranger team’s resident samurai robot during the incident on the derelict ship that had since been pushed back into orbit, it played a short moment though paused when one of the black-clad aggressors fired their strange weapons, yellow helix a few feet from its eventual point of impact in Kensei’s shoulder.
“Their tech is nothing from the kikyo-sector and very much designed to be tamper-proof even for our highly qualified technicians,” Ryder continued, to punctuate his statement another feed popped up on the screen, showing a partially-disassembled weapon blowing up in a minkan’s face, searing his protective gear and melting partially through its faceplate, this feed quickly faded to be replaced with a crossection of a more successfully-ripped apart version of the same weapon - it was a very intricate thing seemingly comprised of solely proprietary technology, all very clean and professional.
“Besides from the generic weapons that were we are following up on the serial numbers of they appear to favour a very specific type of positron weaponry, the subatomic particles fired out of the twin barrels are kept in check by a sort of electromagnetic slug – upon impact these munitions have been found to disrupt electronics, in laymans terms their output can be likened to that of an anti-armour round that shreds through shields and physical armour as though it were tissue paper so from now on we will issue both teams heavier gear… last notes for the weapons is that the exact nature of the subatomic particles used are yet to be determined, and enlisted personnel are advised to not try firing them,” Ryder cleared his throat and took a deep breath, once more letting his words sink in.
“Though the armour the attackers were wearing is a lot less complicated, little more than a high-end paramilitary hardsuit made from layers of polymers and durandium-based alloys, though their thrusters owes them a high degree of mobility,” The Shosa briefed both teams as pictures of the suits being removed from corpses were shown on the volumetric display, the personnel beneath being a mix of species they’d know such as Nepleslians, Geshrins and even a rare human amongst some outer-sector aliens.
“Before I move on to the final piece of key intelligence gathered and then explain your assignments before letting your leaders brief you further are there any questions about what we have been able to gleam on this group’s hardware? Any specificities you are unsure about are better to be cleared up now than later in the field with your lives potentially on the line,” the mocha-skinned man implored anyone with a question to speak up, a few in the crowd only just know maybe noticing the shadowy saint-suit clad woman conversing with the SOFT’s red-haired leader behind him, the stranger’s features obscured by shadows save for the shock of white hair atop her head and a hint of skin a similar shade to Ryder’s.
With no further loss of Yamataian life both teams managed to push through and eliminate the remaining stragglers aboard the derelict, Juno would be revived shortly after her body was brought back to the station and the teams soon discovered a series of charges being set in the walls surrounding the derelict’s server room – the mysterious ship quickly departed and warped to god knows where with shockingly little presence on any scanners, there was no way to determine where it may have gone, leaving everyone very confused as to what the goal of all this was.
Meanwhile planetside the two personnel inside the camouflaged jeep were thankful their main goal had been achieved, whatever that may have been, though disappointed they were not able to employ the planned subterfuge.
It was not a good day, what had started as a simple training exercise quickly snowballed into… whatever this was, so the team was taken back home to lick their wounds and recuperate before their next assignment.
Terra Multa’s Orbit, YSS Shiroyama, Command Module - Now
Shosa-Hayden’s synthetic blue gaze followed the last few people to enter the room closely, bearing down on the uniformed individuals with an outward look of indifference though his synthetic eyes still clearly betraying some distant feeling of a father not wanting to seem ever so slightly disappointed – the human took another swig from his mug and cleared his throat with a rattle before nodding to a nearby Neko controlling a datapad, volumetric projectors kicking into action around him, the image displayed on the wall-sized surface? An orbital shot of the lush planet they orbited around, the angle and perspective suggesting it was from a satellite somewhere east of the station’s command module.
“Right,” Ryder simply spoke, placing the mug down and letting a small exhale leave his lungs before continuing.
“I will not pretend the previous outing of these two units went smoothly, It was intended to be a training exercise though as I know some of you already know first hand from the previous war and maybe even wars Yamatai has fought – conflicts never go smoothly for too long,” the older man paused, folding arms behind his back briskly as he let his words sink in.
“That being said, both of you have new assignments today, somewhat similar ones at that,” the Shosa began explaining, taking a few carefully paced steps off to the side so as to not obstruct the display behind his form.
“Though before that, a preface about the enemy forces we faced recently.”
The screen changed to show footage pulled from the perspective of the Ranger team’s resident samurai robot during the incident on the derelict ship that had since been pushed back into orbit, it played a short moment though paused when one of the black-clad aggressors fired their strange weapons, yellow helix a few feet from its eventual point of impact in Kensei’s shoulder.
“Their tech is nothing from the kikyo-sector and very much designed to be tamper-proof even for our highly qualified technicians,” Ryder continued, to punctuate his statement another feed popped up on the screen, showing a partially-disassembled weapon blowing up in a minkan’s face, searing his protective gear and melting partially through its faceplate, this feed quickly faded to be replaced with a crossection of a more successfully-ripped apart version of the same weapon - it was a very intricate thing seemingly comprised of solely proprietary technology, all very clean and professional.
“Besides from the generic weapons that were we are following up on the serial numbers of they appear to favour a very specific type of positron weaponry, the subatomic particles fired out of the twin barrels are kept in check by a sort of electromagnetic slug – upon impact these munitions have been found to disrupt electronics, in laymans terms their output can be likened to that of an anti-armour round that shreds through shields and physical armour as though it were tissue paper so from now on we will issue both teams heavier gear… last notes for the weapons is that the exact nature of the subatomic particles used are yet to be determined, and enlisted personnel are advised to not try firing them,” Ryder cleared his throat and took a deep breath, once more letting his words sink in.
“Though the armour the attackers were wearing is a lot less complicated, little more than a high-end paramilitary hardsuit made from layers of polymers and durandium-based alloys, though their thrusters owes them a high degree of mobility,” The Shosa briefed both teams as pictures of the suits being removed from corpses were shown on the volumetric display, the personnel beneath being a mix of species they’d know such as Nepleslians, Geshrins and even a rare human amongst some outer-sector aliens.
“Before I move on to the final piece of key intelligence gathered and then explain your assignments before letting your leaders brief you further are there any questions about what we have been able to gleam on this group’s hardware? Any specificities you are unsure about are better to be cleared up now than later in the field with your lives potentially on the line,” the mocha-skinned man implored anyone with a question to speak up, a few in the crowd only just know maybe noticing the shadowy saint-suit clad woman conversing with the SOFT’s red-haired leader behind him, the stranger’s features obscured by shadows save for the shock of white hair atop her head and a hint of skin a similar shade to Ryder’s.