Post by MayorOmega on Nov 6, 2018 11:40:25 GMT -8
OOC: Takes place shortly after President Astrovich’s conversation with Captain Rembrant for a time reference.
“Logistical Liaisons and other conversations”
Part One
(another MSA side jaunt)
In the “airspace” over the planet Damara, an Alliance Falcon-class transport banked to avoid a Pelican-class transport that was setting up a satellite that was apparently ahead of deployment schedule as the transport pilot flew his Falcon with a deft hand as they approached their intended destination.
“Lieutenant, we’re almost to our destination.” the pilot said at which point a young woman in her early twenties moved from the passenger seating area and into the small cockpit area dressed in the standard uniform for a member of the Alliance's Strategic naval arm in blue and gold with her dark brown hair done up in two Chinese-style buns on her head with short fringe-bangs framing her face.
The lieutenant's eyes went slightly wide at the sight of the ship in front of them with its saucer section located atop of short "neck" that separates it from its wide secondary hull, and two elongated nacelles, making it look more fragile than it really was but from the scars of past battles still marring its hull showed that its fragility was nothing more than a mirage.
The ship in question, the Valefor class Science Battlecruiser borrowed its general appearance, design aesthetics, and outline from the much older Crossfield class of Science ship from another generation by the then Captain Connor Bateman when he was asked to help to create what was then the Manticore Sector Defense Fleet with the man from Wolcott was a fan of the classics.
"Wow, you pulled a cherry of an assignment, ma'am." the pilot said before he reached over and tapped the communications panel. "This is Falcon THX One One Three Eight to Alliance Fleet Starship Valefor, requesting landing permission.”
*Valefor Operations to Falcon THX One One Three Eight, purpose for landing permission?* came the voice of the Valefor’s operations officer assigned to communications.
The pilot didn’t miss a beat. “Ferrying new operations specialist from AFS Dervish to Valefor . Serial Number is A Zero Three T Q Seven Oh One Five Six One Eight E Four, Clear.”
*Wait one* was their response and the young lieutenant waited for the response and with the heightened levels of alert due to the actions of not only the Swarm but also several of the recent situations that the Trinity Forces had found themselves in which had in turned lead to the Alliance increasing their own security levels especially in the light of the recent political actions of the senator from Kuat.
*Falcon THX One One Three Eight, you are clear to land in the Valefor’s shuttle-bay at once.* came the operations officer before the channel was closed.
“You might want to get your gear, lieutenant. We’ll be landing shortly.” the pilot said as he turned back to the controls and Falcon THX-1138 soon passed through the faint blue energy field of the Valefor’s shuttle-bay, turning slightly to enter its parking slot next to two Clydesdale-class Cargo Shuttles.
The airlock hatch cycled and the young woman stepped out of the Falcon and saw several Alliance MACOS and Marines milling around the immediate area, before she shouldered her kit bag onto her right shoulder and started to make her way across the bay to the nearest turbolift and took it all the way to the bridge, her orders to report directly to the captain herself.
When the doors opened, she stepped onto a busy bridge despite it being spacious with the Conn sitting center of the room with the science upper right, communications, and mission operations along the wall to sciences right with starship operations sitting to the lower right with navigation next to it on the lower left and tactical on the upper left with special warfare and operations taking up the left of the tactical station.
The woman at the tactical station was shapely and dressed in a form fitting MACO uniform as opposed to a the blue and gold of the Strategic fleet or the dark blue jacket and colored departmental under-shirts of the Tactical fleet, the MACO uniform was more casual according to some but it also had additional features supposedly.
Before the lieutenant could stare any longer, a cough to her right which made her turn to see a vulcan standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. “See anything that you like, lieutenant?” with his dark eyes focused on the young woman.
The lieutenant saw the rank bars on the man’s uniform and quickly came to attention. “Lieutenant Salu Alenko reporting for duty, commander.” she said in a respectful tone.
The vulcan nodded, “I am Lieutenant Commander Zacrom Saga, chief engineer. Wait one moment and the captain will be with you.” was all that he said before indicating the figure sitting in the captain’s chair.
The captain was wrapping up a conversation with an Orion woman with red hair in a Tactical Fleet uniform who then quickly strode off before the Conn turned to face the engineering chief and the young lieutenant.
He wore the same Strat-Fleet uniform as Salu but he had long black hair that was slightly streaked with grey with a neatly kept goatee in the same manner with steel blue eyes. “What do you have for me, Zacrom?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
“Our new operations officer has arrived, captain.” Zacrom said before motioning to Salu.
Salu shook herself out of her state of amazement at who she was standing in front of before reaching into a pocket and pulling out a small PADD. “Lieutenant Salu Alenko from the Dervish, sir!” she said in as a professional tone as she could do.
The captain took the PADD and went over it, “Hm, you’re the one that Zea told me was a wizard at operations.” he said before lowering it to fix his gaze onto the young officer. “And I’ve never known Zea Raju to be a liar, so take your station and welcome aboard...MISTER HOSHI!”
A man about Salu’s age snapped to and walked over to where the three were. “Yes sir?” he asked.
“I want you to take Miss Alenko’s effects and take them to her cabin, I need to put her to work right away.” the captain said before turning to look at Hoshi. “Can you do that for me, son?”
Hoshi simply nodded and stepped over to Salu who handed her kit bag to her fellow officer who then headed off of the bridge before Salu herself turned and headed over to the operations station, its current user signing off and moving to one side.
“Is that really him?” Salu asked her fellow operations officer quietly before she walked off.
“You mean if that’s the liberator of Luthien in Captain Alexander Pierce, then you’d be right.” the other officer replied with a faint chuckle before she walked off.
“Lieutenant Alenko, open up a channel to Fort Bastogne and get me Colonel Santos.” Captain Pierce said.
“Aye sir.” Salu said as she quickly logged into the system, searching for the particular location, finding it and put the call through the scrambler before patching it through to communications.
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Meanwhile in the deepest mining area known on Professor Mereel’s notes as “Twenty Six K” was now known as “Fort Bastogne” (which was named in honor of the small Belgian town where the famed Terran war hero General George S. Patton relieved besieged Allied forces during the larger Battle of the Bulge during that planet’s Second World War), Manticorian Systems Alliance Marine Corps regimental commander Colonel Garth Santos was making his way to the fort’s communication station, dressed in his usual field uniform, minus the combat armor, moved like a second skin on the towering figure of the senior marine on planet due to his lifetime of having worn such a uniform that nothing was out of place.
Not even the lit Grey Tortoise brand cigarette or trench knives that were sheathed at his waist seemed out of place.
Eventually the colonel made it to the room in question where a slightly tall striking blonde woman also in a marine field uniform looked up from the system and saluted. “Colonel Santos, you have an incoming message from orbit.” she said in a slightly silken voice.
Garth nodded before taking a drag off of his cigarette, “Who is it, Heather?”
Marine Captain Heather Jin nodded, “It’s from Valefor Actual, I confirmed it’s actually him and that there is no backloggers or anything of the ilk, sir.”
Garth nodded and gave the young woman a smile before walking over and inputting his security code into the terminal and the face of the Valefor’s captain appeared before him. “Alex, what can I do for you?”
“Curious how things are coming along down there, colonel.” the captain said as he leaned back in his seat.
“Everything is going as planned, however I’m afraid that I may not be able to give Miss Rembrant what she wants because I’ve already asked my boys and girls here and about ninety percent of them are refusing the whole cloning thing.” Garth explained before taking another drag off of his cigarette. “Once those trinity folks get us a copy of their device, I can have my techs hook it up to the amplifier.”
Alex nodded, “Very good, we’re almost ready up here and if everything stays on track then we should have two more transports from Alliance space along with four more starships.” he explained.
Garth nodded, “Speaking of that, are we getting anything bigger like a fleet carrier or maybe the Vanguard herself to back us up?” the colonel asked.
Alex in turn shook his head, “No, Bateman wants fast action ships so more likely cruisers or strike carriers at the biggest.” he explained before leaning forward in his seat. “What about you, Garth? Are you going to take the cloning option presented by Rembrant and her people?”
Garth took one last drag off of his smoke before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his boot. “Naw, if I was meant to survive this then the powers that be in the ‘verse would’ve simply not brought a thing like the swarm into existence into *MY* galaxy and as such it’s my job to personally take them into my hand and guide them into the firey depths to which they belong.” he said, a broad grin crossing his face.
Alex couldn’t help but chuckle, “Alright. I’ll keep you in the loop. Keep up your efforts down there.” before the channel closed.
Garth then allowed himself a moment to sigh before stepping back outside with Jin at his side and he looked around. “If we’re going to provide a good enough bit of bait, we need something more, Heather, otherwise this plan will fail.”
“Are you saying that the swarm will be able to see through the trap?” Heather asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, her visible eye focused solely on her commanding officer.
“A trap is only as good as its bait, Heather.” Garth said as he looked out over the large former mining area with the central shaft leading out being covered by multiple fireteams and turreted weapons including phaser and disruptor mini-cannon models and swivel mounted railguns and gatling phasers. “We may need more.”
<TBC>
“Logistical Liaisons and other conversations”
Part One
(another MSA side jaunt)
In the “airspace” over the planet Damara, an Alliance Falcon-class transport banked to avoid a Pelican-class transport that was setting up a satellite that was apparently ahead of deployment schedule as the transport pilot flew his Falcon with a deft hand as they approached their intended destination.
“Lieutenant, we’re almost to our destination.” the pilot said at which point a young woman in her early twenties moved from the passenger seating area and into the small cockpit area dressed in the standard uniform for a member of the Alliance's Strategic naval arm in blue and gold with her dark brown hair done up in two Chinese-style buns on her head with short fringe-bangs framing her face.
The lieutenant's eyes went slightly wide at the sight of the ship in front of them with its saucer section located atop of short "neck" that separates it from its wide secondary hull, and two elongated nacelles, making it look more fragile than it really was but from the scars of past battles still marring its hull showed that its fragility was nothing more than a mirage.
The ship in question, the Valefor class Science Battlecruiser borrowed its general appearance, design aesthetics, and outline from the much older Crossfield class of Science ship from another generation by the then Captain Connor Bateman when he was asked to help to create what was then the Manticore Sector Defense Fleet with the man from Wolcott was a fan of the classics.
"Wow, you pulled a cherry of an assignment, ma'am." the pilot said before he reached over and tapped the communications panel. "This is Falcon THX One One Three Eight to Alliance Fleet Starship Valefor, requesting landing permission.”
*Valefor Operations to Falcon THX One One Three Eight, purpose for landing permission?* came the voice of the Valefor’s operations officer assigned to communications.
The pilot didn’t miss a beat. “Ferrying new operations specialist from AFS Dervish to Valefor . Serial Number is A Zero Three T Q Seven Oh One Five Six One Eight E Four, Clear.”
*Wait one* was their response and the young lieutenant waited for the response and with the heightened levels of alert due to the actions of not only the Swarm but also several of the recent situations that the Trinity Forces had found themselves in which had in turned lead to the Alliance increasing their own security levels especially in the light of the recent political actions of the senator from Kuat.
*Falcon THX One One Three Eight, you are clear to land in the Valefor’s shuttle-bay at once.* came the operations officer before the channel was closed.
“You might want to get your gear, lieutenant. We’ll be landing shortly.” the pilot said as he turned back to the controls and Falcon THX-1138 soon passed through the faint blue energy field of the Valefor’s shuttle-bay, turning slightly to enter its parking slot next to two Clydesdale-class Cargo Shuttles.
The airlock hatch cycled and the young woman stepped out of the Falcon and saw several Alliance MACOS and Marines milling around the immediate area, before she shouldered her kit bag onto her right shoulder and started to make her way across the bay to the nearest turbolift and took it all the way to the bridge, her orders to report directly to the captain herself.
When the doors opened, she stepped onto a busy bridge despite it being spacious with the Conn sitting center of the room with the science upper right, communications, and mission operations along the wall to sciences right with starship operations sitting to the lower right with navigation next to it on the lower left and tactical on the upper left with special warfare and operations taking up the left of the tactical station.
The woman at the tactical station was shapely and dressed in a form fitting MACO uniform as opposed to a the blue and gold of the Strategic fleet or the dark blue jacket and colored departmental under-shirts of the Tactical fleet, the MACO uniform was more casual according to some but it also had additional features supposedly.
Before the lieutenant could stare any longer, a cough to her right which made her turn to see a vulcan standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. “See anything that you like, lieutenant?” with his dark eyes focused on the young woman.
The lieutenant saw the rank bars on the man’s uniform and quickly came to attention. “Lieutenant Salu Alenko reporting for duty, commander.” she said in a respectful tone.
The vulcan nodded, “I am Lieutenant Commander Zacrom Saga, chief engineer. Wait one moment and the captain will be with you.” was all that he said before indicating the figure sitting in the captain’s chair.
The captain was wrapping up a conversation with an Orion woman with red hair in a Tactical Fleet uniform who then quickly strode off before the Conn turned to face the engineering chief and the young lieutenant.
He wore the same Strat-Fleet uniform as Salu but he had long black hair that was slightly streaked with grey with a neatly kept goatee in the same manner with steel blue eyes. “What do you have for me, Zacrom?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
“Our new operations officer has arrived, captain.” Zacrom said before motioning to Salu.
Salu shook herself out of her state of amazement at who she was standing in front of before reaching into a pocket and pulling out a small PADD. “Lieutenant Salu Alenko from the Dervish, sir!” she said in as a professional tone as she could do.
The captain took the PADD and went over it, “Hm, you’re the one that Zea told me was a wizard at operations.” he said before lowering it to fix his gaze onto the young officer. “And I’ve never known Zea Raju to be a liar, so take your station and welcome aboard...MISTER HOSHI!”
A man about Salu’s age snapped to and walked over to where the three were. “Yes sir?” he asked.
“I want you to take Miss Alenko’s effects and take them to her cabin, I need to put her to work right away.” the captain said before turning to look at Hoshi. “Can you do that for me, son?”
Hoshi simply nodded and stepped over to Salu who handed her kit bag to her fellow officer who then headed off of the bridge before Salu herself turned and headed over to the operations station, its current user signing off and moving to one side.
“Is that really him?” Salu asked her fellow operations officer quietly before she walked off.
“You mean if that’s the liberator of Luthien in Captain Alexander Pierce, then you’d be right.” the other officer replied with a faint chuckle before she walked off.
“Lieutenant Alenko, open up a channel to Fort Bastogne and get me Colonel Santos.” Captain Pierce said.
“Aye sir.” Salu said as she quickly logged into the system, searching for the particular location, finding it and put the call through the scrambler before patching it through to communications.
//////////////////////////////
Meanwhile in the deepest mining area known on Professor Mereel’s notes as “Twenty Six K” was now known as “Fort Bastogne” (which was named in honor of the small Belgian town where the famed Terran war hero General George S. Patton relieved besieged Allied forces during the larger Battle of the Bulge during that planet’s Second World War), Manticorian Systems Alliance Marine Corps regimental commander Colonel Garth Santos was making his way to the fort’s communication station, dressed in his usual field uniform, minus the combat armor, moved like a second skin on the towering figure of the senior marine on planet due to his lifetime of having worn such a uniform that nothing was out of place.
Not even the lit Grey Tortoise brand cigarette or trench knives that were sheathed at his waist seemed out of place.
Eventually the colonel made it to the room in question where a slightly tall striking blonde woman also in a marine field uniform looked up from the system and saluted. “Colonel Santos, you have an incoming message from orbit.” she said in a slightly silken voice.
Garth nodded before taking a drag off of his cigarette, “Who is it, Heather?”
Marine Captain Heather Jin nodded, “It’s from Valefor Actual, I confirmed it’s actually him and that there is no backloggers or anything of the ilk, sir.”
Garth nodded and gave the young woman a smile before walking over and inputting his security code into the terminal and the face of the Valefor’s captain appeared before him. “Alex, what can I do for you?”
“Curious how things are coming along down there, colonel.” the captain said as he leaned back in his seat.
“Everything is going as planned, however I’m afraid that I may not be able to give Miss Rembrant what she wants because I’ve already asked my boys and girls here and about ninety percent of them are refusing the whole cloning thing.” Garth explained before taking another drag off of his cigarette. “Once those trinity folks get us a copy of their device, I can have my techs hook it up to the amplifier.”
Alex nodded, “Very good, we’re almost ready up here and if everything stays on track then we should have two more transports from Alliance space along with four more starships.” he explained.
Garth nodded, “Speaking of that, are we getting anything bigger like a fleet carrier or maybe the Vanguard herself to back us up?” the colonel asked.
Alex in turn shook his head, “No, Bateman wants fast action ships so more likely cruisers or strike carriers at the biggest.” he explained before leaning forward in his seat. “What about you, Garth? Are you going to take the cloning option presented by Rembrant and her people?”
Garth took one last drag off of his smoke before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his boot. “Naw, if I was meant to survive this then the powers that be in the ‘verse would’ve simply not brought a thing like the swarm into existence into *MY* galaxy and as such it’s my job to personally take them into my hand and guide them into the firey depths to which they belong.” he said, a broad grin crossing his face.
Alex couldn’t help but chuckle, “Alright. I’ll keep you in the loop. Keep up your efforts down there.” before the channel closed.
Garth then allowed himself a moment to sigh before stepping back outside with Jin at his side and he looked around. “If we’re going to provide a good enough bit of bait, we need something more, Heather, otherwise this plan will fail.”
“Are you saying that the swarm will be able to see through the trap?” Heather asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, her visible eye focused solely on her commanding officer.
“A trap is only as good as its bait, Heather.” Garth said as he looked out over the large former mining area with the central shaft leading out being covered by multiple fireteams and turreted weapons including phaser and disruptor mini-cannon models and swivel mounted railguns and gatling phasers. “We may need more.”
<TBC>