Post by MayorOmega on Jan 27, 2019 10:26:31 GMT -8
Within the various star systems that made up the Manticorian Systems Alliance, sat the Tanahashi Wormhole on the outer edges of the Sentai star system where a large orbital shipyard built in high orbit around the sixth planet which is where a few of the newest capital ships of the Alliance sat, receiving final crews and other such equipment.
In one of the corridors that linked docking slot Six Gamma from Seven Gamma stood looking out over the rounded lines of the new Ramuh-class light cruisers as the light on the fore deck of the closest Ramuh’s hull showed that it was the “AFS Muramasa NCC-1860” and he couldn’t help but shake his head at the sight. “It looks like a floating bullseye…” he softly quipped before he ran a hand through the bangs of his blonde hair.
“Perhaps, but at least it’s a floating bullseye with a purpose.” came a hard edged voice from behind him which made the blonde man turn to face a towering man with dark hair in a non-standard MSA uniform with a sword strapped across his back. “You lost, ensign?” he growled.
The young man blinked as he searched the other man’s uniform for a rank insignia but found none before he shook his head and stood stiffly at attention. “Um no sir. Just taking in the view before having to report to my duty station.”
The towering figure snorted back what was apparently a “laugh” before stepping forward. “Still doesn’t answer my question, kid, or did you not understand that when Briggs Rook’shir asks a question, he expects an answer.”
The young man blinked as he looked up into the face of the older man before a faint chuckle came from nearby and the blonde’s eyes slid right to see a pink haired woman, also in a non-standard MSA uniform but bearing the rank bars of a Lieutenant Commander on her uniform that made him start to sweat just a little bit more.
The standard uniform for a member of the Manticorian Systems Alliance Navy was a double-breasted dark blue duty uniform, informally called "blues", which overlap to the right and are secured by a column of buttons with dark blue patches are sewn to the shoulders and upper sleeves with rank insignia worn on both side of the stand-up collar with piping that denoted departmental alignment.
That was the A series uniform with some choosing to wear the B-series uniform which black trousers and a double-breasted dark blue jacket worn over a turtleneck undershirt, which along with stripes on the pants, shoulder, and left sleeve of the uniform had distinctive division colors.
Rook’shir’s uniform looked more like the man was in a kind of commando uniform that the young man remembered seeing ancient Earth commandos belonging to the “British Special Air Service” would wear but in that same dark blue that the A-series uniforms of the MSA while Commander Slayton’s uniform was a little bit more...interesting….
“Briggs, I think that you might want to backup a bit and let the poor ensign breathe some.” the woman said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’d like to, leftenant, but he still hasn’t answered my question especially since he may not even need to be here, ma’am.” Rook’shir stated firmly.
The woman nodded absently before looking over at the young blonde. “I think that you might want to answer his question before he gets a mite more grouchy.”
The young man nodded as his eyes slid back to meet the taller man’s, “Ensign Migel Gand, assigned to the operations division of the AFS Shanxi, sirs.” he said, holding up a data-chip.
Rook’shir took the data-chip and had his VX do a system scan of it, the important data running over the vision of his right eye before nodding. “Alright, yer clear.” he growled before handing the chip back and then jabbing a large, calloused finger into the center of his chest. “But remember that when a superior officer asks you a question, you’d best remember if especially with this battle group.” he stated before stepping back.
“You have to forgive him, it’s part of his duty as a Fleet Master Chief Petty Officer for this group.” the woman explained. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Azula Slayton..your boss.”
Migel nodded before coming to attention but it was quickly wiped away as Azula motioned for the younger man to follow her and Rook’shir. “Sorry if I’m late, ma’am. I just got here a…” he started to explain.
“Not my problem, kid. The president himself ordered this sub-fleet put together at the last minute, any apologies you want to make can be taken up with him.” she explained as they approached an airlock access and stepped into it.
Once Migel stepped inside, he saw a blue skinned woman wearing a variant of the uniform that Azula was wearing walk up her slightly pointed ears making her stand out. “Did you find your missing pup, Azula?”
“Yes, Tasmia.” Azula said while motioning at Migel. “Have we gotten the order to deploy yet?”
Tasmia nodded, “The entire sub-fleet has been ordered into metaspace to await Admiral Layton’s approval of Alliance forces to help with the Trinity.”
“Bah, if she doesn’t accept it then we’ll just have to do the same job that we’d be doing for the Trinity by ourselves.” Azula quipped as the quartet entered into a turbolift.
‘That is one way of looking at it I guess.” Tasmia said as she crossed her arms just under her bust.
“Don’t see why they wouldn’t take us, this entire thing was put together to help them.” Briggs growled softly.
“They might assume that this thing has strings attached, Briggs.” Tasmia countered.
“Bah, if they think that then they gotta be brain dead.” the senior noncom growled.
The lift stopped and the doors slid way to reveal the Shanxi’s bridge which made Migel blink somewhat at the size of it since he was much more used to smaller ship’s bridges.
For the most part it followed the same lines of the bridges used with the Valefor class but mixed with dedicated designs of a Sovereign or Aries-type bridges with their more militaristic looks and streamlined appearance.
“You’re with me, Ensign.” Azula said as she motioned for the young man to follow her across the deck to an unoccupied chair next to the primary operations station which she took took before swiping her hand across the blank screen, the ship’s ACI allowing her access due to her biometrics reading proper. “Captain, latest reports are coming in from the station master’s office.” she reported in a crisp, clear voice over the slight din of the bridge.
From his spot in the captain’s chair, Fleet Captain Sting Delumana turned in his seat to look at his operations lead. “What do you have?”
Azula looked over the data that was incoming, “Fleet is ready for deployment with the last ship, the medical ship Helios, received its last medical shuttle and we’re clear for departure.”
Sting nodded as he turned in his seat to look at his communications officer. “Communications, inform the fleet to depart from the base and head into Metaspace, all ships are to report to the rendezvous point but stick to the established routes that the pathfinders have located.” he instructed before leaning forward to fix the young woman there with a stern expression. “We’re operating off of the beacons for this.”
The young lieutenant nodded her blonde head and then started to relay her commanding officer’s instructions as Delumana turned to face the front of the bridge. “Helm, unsecure us from station keeping and then take us to the deployment area.”
“Aye sir.” said the Shanxi’s chief navigator as she inputted a series of commands into her station. “This is the Shanxi to Shinobi station, begin decoupling process.” the pink haired woman said, her eyes narrowing as the corresponding information started to scroll across her eyes.
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In the space around the station, the numerous ships of the so called “Fleet of the Fog” (as code-named by none other than the president himself) started to head away from the station with ships such as the small Ramuh-class Light Cruisers moved to escort the larger Catoblepas-class of Destroyers as a small swarm of Rapier-class Heavy Fighters flew under the broad forms of the destroyers to land aboard the Quetzall-class Carrier-Destroyers before they sealed up their launch bays before the jump to metaspace.
The large Alexander-class Dreadnought-type Heavy Carrier that was the Alliance Fleet Starship Shanxi then finished disengaging from the dock and slowly moved away from Shinobi Station and into the space beyond, escorted by two Titan-class Deep Space Science Vessels, one of them being the AFS “Black Prince” which was to serve as the fleet’s secondary command ship if something should happen to the Shanxi, just above rear of the aft section of the larger ship as the Alexander-class ship’s wave-motion engines glowing a bright teal blue as it took the lead.
Once the fleet of the fog reached the proper set of coordinates, a swirling vortex of azure blue and white suddenly twisted into existence in the star studded dark reaches of space and the fleet jumped into the vortex, the glowing ports of their respective engines taking on a series of different colors to represent the change from normal space and its physical laws there to that of metaspace.
From the broad engine muzzles of the Alexander and Quetzall classes to the more streamlined nacelles of the Titan and Ramuah classes, the bright azure blue shifted to that of a much deeper almost emerald green as the fleet emerged into the swirling burnt orange and black sea that was metaspace.
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On the bridge of the Shanxi, the pink haired navigator’s fingers flew across her board before she turned in her seat to look at her commanding officer. “We’re secured from metaspace operations, sir, and we’ll be at the Onyx coordinates within five standard hours.”
Sting nodded, “Thank you, Miss Jin. Please keep me updated.” was all that he said to which the pink haired woman nodded before turning back to her duties as Sting settled back in his chair.
“I wonder if Drew is still seeing that stick in the mud.” came a voice to Sting’s right at which point he turned to look at a man in the standard “Blues” but with the rank pip of a Lieutenant Colonel on his collar.
“What makes you say that, Gim, do you know Major Weaver?” Sting asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lieutenant Colonel Gim Barton nodded his head as he kept his eyes at the swirling mass of metaspace that was on a the main viewscreen, his expression tight. “Yes, he’s one of my MACOs after all.” was all that he said.
Sting was about to ask a further question to see if he could get the other man to explain his comment about the aforementioned “stick in the mud” but his attention was drawn away by his communications officer who had come over with a data-tablet to show him the recent reports from elsewhere in the Alliance.
Lieutenant Colonel Barton then left the bridge, taking the lift down to the ship’s marine section where he looked around at the sea of MACOs milling about, doing their various duties until his eyes came across one in question who was leaning against the wall with a bored expression on his face. “Problem with your duties, Lieutenant Kem?” he asked.
The man pushed off of the wall as he turned to regard the colonel shook his head, “No sir, we’ll have everything ready for deployment once we arrive.” the lieutenant said before indicating the area around them. “We’re actually two hours ahead of schedule.”
Colonel Barton nodded as he turned and headed further into the bay, personally going over everything in order to make sure that everything was ready for the next step.
<TBC>
In one of the corridors that linked docking slot Six Gamma from Seven Gamma stood looking out over the rounded lines of the new Ramuh-class light cruisers as the light on the fore deck of the closest Ramuh’s hull showed that it was the “AFS Muramasa NCC-1860” and he couldn’t help but shake his head at the sight. “It looks like a floating bullseye…” he softly quipped before he ran a hand through the bangs of his blonde hair.
“Perhaps, but at least it’s a floating bullseye with a purpose.” came a hard edged voice from behind him which made the blonde man turn to face a towering man with dark hair in a non-standard MSA uniform with a sword strapped across his back. “You lost, ensign?” he growled.
The young man blinked as he searched the other man’s uniform for a rank insignia but found none before he shook his head and stood stiffly at attention. “Um no sir. Just taking in the view before having to report to my duty station.”
The towering figure snorted back what was apparently a “laugh” before stepping forward. “Still doesn’t answer my question, kid, or did you not understand that when Briggs Rook’shir asks a question, he expects an answer.”
The young man blinked as he looked up into the face of the older man before a faint chuckle came from nearby and the blonde’s eyes slid right to see a pink haired woman, also in a non-standard MSA uniform but bearing the rank bars of a Lieutenant Commander on her uniform that made him start to sweat just a little bit more.
The standard uniform for a member of the Manticorian Systems Alliance Navy was a double-breasted dark blue duty uniform, informally called "blues", which overlap to the right and are secured by a column of buttons with dark blue patches are sewn to the shoulders and upper sleeves with rank insignia worn on both side of the stand-up collar with piping that denoted departmental alignment.
That was the A series uniform with some choosing to wear the B-series uniform which black trousers and a double-breasted dark blue jacket worn over a turtleneck undershirt, which along with stripes on the pants, shoulder, and left sleeve of the uniform had distinctive division colors.
Rook’shir’s uniform looked more like the man was in a kind of commando uniform that the young man remembered seeing ancient Earth commandos belonging to the “British Special Air Service” would wear but in that same dark blue that the A-series uniforms of the MSA while Commander Slayton’s uniform was a little bit more...interesting….
“Briggs, I think that you might want to backup a bit and let the poor ensign breathe some.” the woman said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’d like to, leftenant, but he still hasn’t answered my question especially since he may not even need to be here, ma’am.” Rook’shir stated firmly.
The woman nodded absently before looking over at the young blonde. “I think that you might want to answer his question before he gets a mite more grouchy.”
The young man nodded as his eyes slid back to meet the taller man’s, “Ensign Migel Gand, assigned to the operations division of the AFS Shanxi, sirs.” he said, holding up a data-chip.
Rook’shir took the data-chip and had his VX do a system scan of it, the important data running over the vision of his right eye before nodding. “Alright, yer clear.” he growled before handing the chip back and then jabbing a large, calloused finger into the center of his chest. “But remember that when a superior officer asks you a question, you’d best remember if especially with this battle group.” he stated before stepping back.
“You have to forgive him, it’s part of his duty as a Fleet Master Chief Petty Officer for this group.” the woman explained. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Azula Slayton..your boss.”
Migel nodded before coming to attention but it was quickly wiped away as Azula motioned for the younger man to follow her and Rook’shir. “Sorry if I’m late, ma’am. I just got here a…” he started to explain.
“Not my problem, kid. The president himself ordered this sub-fleet put together at the last minute, any apologies you want to make can be taken up with him.” she explained as they approached an airlock access and stepped into it.
Once Migel stepped inside, he saw a blue skinned woman wearing a variant of the uniform that Azula was wearing walk up her slightly pointed ears making her stand out. “Did you find your missing pup, Azula?”
“Yes, Tasmia.” Azula said while motioning at Migel. “Have we gotten the order to deploy yet?”
Tasmia nodded, “The entire sub-fleet has been ordered into metaspace to await Admiral Layton’s approval of Alliance forces to help with the Trinity.”
“Bah, if she doesn’t accept it then we’ll just have to do the same job that we’d be doing for the Trinity by ourselves.” Azula quipped as the quartet entered into a turbolift.
‘That is one way of looking at it I guess.” Tasmia said as she crossed her arms just under her bust.
“Don’t see why they wouldn’t take us, this entire thing was put together to help them.” Briggs growled softly.
“They might assume that this thing has strings attached, Briggs.” Tasmia countered.
“Bah, if they think that then they gotta be brain dead.” the senior noncom growled.
The lift stopped and the doors slid way to reveal the Shanxi’s bridge which made Migel blink somewhat at the size of it since he was much more used to smaller ship’s bridges.
For the most part it followed the same lines of the bridges used with the Valefor class but mixed with dedicated designs of a Sovereign or Aries-type bridges with their more militaristic looks and streamlined appearance.
“You’re with me, Ensign.” Azula said as she motioned for the young man to follow her across the deck to an unoccupied chair next to the primary operations station which she took took before swiping her hand across the blank screen, the ship’s ACI allowing her access due to her biometrics reading proper. “Captain, latest reports are coming in from the station master’s office.” she reported in a crisp, clear voice over the slight din of the bridge.
From his spot in the captain’s chair, Fleet Captain Sting Delumana turned in his seat to look at his operations lead. “What do you have?”
Azula looked over the data that was incoming, “Fleet is ready for deployment with the last ship, the medical ship Helios, received its last medical shuttle and we’re clear for departure.”
Sting nodded as he turned in his seat to look at his communications officer. “Communications, inform the fleet to depart from the base and head into Metaspace, all ships are to report to the rendezvous point but stick to the established routes that the pathfinders have located.” he instructed before leaning forward to fix the young woman there with a stern expression. “We’re operating off of the beacons for this.”
The young lieutenant nodded her blonde head and then started to relay her commanding officer’s instructions as Delumana turned to face the front of the bridge. “Helm, unsecure us from station keeping and then take us to the deployment area.”
“Aye sir.” said the Shanxi’s chief navigator as she inputted a series of commands into her station. “This is the Shanxi to Shinobi station, begin decoupling process.” the pink haired woman said, her eyes narrowing as the corresponding information started to scroll across her eyes.
////////////////////////////
In the space around the station, the numerous ships of the so called “Fleet of the Fog” (as code-named by none other than the president himself) started to head away from the station with ships such as the small Ramuh-class Light Cruisers moved to escort the larger Catoblepas-class of Destroyers as a small swarm of Rapier-class Heavy Fighters flew under the broad forms of the destroyers to land aboard the Quetzall-class Carrier-Destroyers before they sealed up their launch bays before the jump to metaspace.
The large Alexander-class Dreadnought-type Heavy Carrier that was the Alliance Fleet Starship Shanxi then finished disengaging from the dock and slowly moved away from Shinobi Station and into the space beyond, escorted by two Titan-class Deep Space Science Vessels, one of them being the AFS “Black Prince” which was to serve as the fleet’s secondary command ship if something should happen to the Shanxi, just above rear of the aft section of the larger ship as the Alexander-class ship’s wave-motion engines glowing a bright teal blue as it took the lead.
Once the fleet of the fog reached the proper set of coordinates, a swirling vortex of azure blue and white suddenly twisted into existence in the star studded dark reaches of space and the fleet jumped into the vortex, the glowing ports of their respective engines taking on a series of different colors to represent the change from normal space and its physical laws there to that of metaspace.
From the broad engine muzzles of the Alexander and Quetzall classes to the more streamlined nacelles of the Titan and Ramuah classes, the bright azure blue shifted to that of a much deeper almost emerald green as the fleet emerged into the swirling burnt orange and black sea that was metaspace.
/////////////////////////
On the bridge of the Shanxi, the pink haired navigator’s fingers flew across her board before she turned in her seat to look at her commanding officer. “We’re secured from metaspace operations, sir, and we’ll be at the Onyx coordinates within five standard hours.”
Sting nodded, “Thank you, Miss Jin. Please keep me updated.” was all that he said to which the pink haired woman nodded before turning back to her duties as Sting settled back in his chair.
“I wonder if Drew is still seeing that stick in the mud.” came a voice to Sting’s right at which point he turned to look at a man in the standard “Blues” but with the rank pip of a Lieutenant Colonel on his collar.
“What makes you say that, Gim, do you know Major Weaver?” Sting asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lieutenant Colonel Gim Barton nodded his head as he kept his eyes at the swirling mass of metaspace that was on a the main viewscreen, his expression tight. “Yes, he’s one of my MACOs after all.” was all that he said.
Sting was about to ask a further question to see if he could get the other man to explain his comment about the aforementioned “stick in the mud” but his attention was drawn away by his communications officer who had come over with a data-tablet to show him the recent reports from elsewhere in the Alliance.
Lieutenant Colonel Barton then left the bridge, taking the lift down to the ship’s marine section where he looked around at the sea of MACOs milling about, doing their various duties until his eyes came across one in question who was leaning against the wall with a bored expression on his face. “Problem with your duties, Lieutenant Kem?” he asked.
The man pushed off of the wall as he turned to regard the colonel shook his head, “No sir, we’ll have everything ready for deployment once we arrive.” the lieutenant said before indicating the area around them. “We’re actually two hours ahead of schedule.”
Colonel Barton nodded as he turned and headed further into the bay, personally going over everything in order to make sure that everything was ready for the next step.
<TBC>