[The Great Space Opera] The Escape from Earth
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				Title: <strong>[The Great Space Opera] The Escape from Earth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 21:17:25</strong>
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				This could not fail. Their future depended on it. The mission was all-important. But the Quartona were closing in. The moment had come, to show those lizards what Terrans were made of.<br><br>This and other thoughts crossed Admiral Cherenkov's mind, looking out from the windows of his police cutter's bridge, at the heavy battle transport to the starboard. It was one of the few ships capable of independent FTL that were still operational. It that now was carrying their hope of survival. Its mission was twofold: they were to break through the blockading Quartona fleet, and search for assistance. If there was none to be had in their neighbors, the Kyrie, they were to establish a colony, somewhere far from Terra, where these damnable lizards could not find them..<br><br>One of the bridge officers spoke up, breaking the Admiral from his darkened thoughts. "Sir, the Quartona fleet, is approaching. ETA is six minutes." the young helmsman indicated, to which the Admiral just nodded. In order for the transports to get away safely, he and his ship, along with a handful of others, would have to hold the Quartona landing fleet off. If they captured the port facilities, they could cut support for the still land bound ships, and their escape would become a pipe dream. Of special interest, was LCR-783, the Refuge, which was on docking ring number 6. Located only a few miles behind his position. Captaining her, was the acting Security One of Earth, as the actual one had been killed on a raid on D.C. They had known exactly where to attack first, for the maximum effect. The Terran forces had been in disarray for hours after the initial strike, allowing the enemy to take up orbital position, from which endless waves of landing craft had spewed forth. The grizzled Admiral chuckled silently, thinking wryly, as how now a Lieutenant commander outranked him. The fortunes of war, make for most strange bedfellows, he thought..<br><br>The Admiral pressed a button on his console, bringing up comms for the transport. "Commander! It's now or never!" he said, his eyes riveted to the sensor screen, showing the Quartona fleet approaching. "You have four minutes to get your ship out of here. Move it!" he added, closing the link before any answer was received. There was none needed. He then directed his gaze at his XO, Captain Archer. One of the very few Kyrie that had come to Terra since they had first contact, nearly ten years ago. It had been his, and other military Kyrie on Terra, that had suggested the plan to contact their people for assistance, having recognized their ancient enemies.<br><br>"All systems ready, Admiral." Capt. Archer said, knowing just what he was about to ask. "We shall give them hell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Great Space Opera] The Escape from Earth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alexandra Moldovia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 22:29:12</strong>
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				Alexandra nodded as the call came though, 'now or never' he said, well.&nbsp; Never was an awfully long time, not something she particularly wanted to wait out either.&nbsp; "Alright people, you heard the man, if we're going to get out of here, we need to do it now.&nbsp; Matthews have the section chiefs reported ready?&nbsp; If not, tell them to get on it, I'm leaving in two minutes, if not sooner." She sat back at her command chair, and read the various displays about her.&nbsp; The tactical repeater wasn't doing her any favors, "Make that a Minute and a half." She said as she pursed her lips, chewing softly on the bottom one, hitting her com stud she contacted Jack Clark she had read his folder as she had with every member of her staff and crew, he'd be a good man for the job.&nbsp; "Major Clark, are your men ready to go?&nbsp; I don't anticipate any problems but...well, we've both had ops that didn't go as smoothly as planned..." She trailed off a bit, letting horrors rise, and die off in her mind. "In any case, best to be prepared right?"&nbsp; &nbsp;After finishing her call with him, and getting a confirmation from Matthews, she took a deep breath let it out slow, and punched in ship wide while she stared at her chrono for a second. <br><br>"Alright people, you all know the drill, we've got to leave home, and we've got to find help.&nbsp; Now out there are 10,000 or so, angry lizards who don't want to see us leave.&nbsp; But, your the best crew Terra could ask for, and you all know what's at stake, we cannot afford to fail.&nbsp; Not for ourselves, but for every man woman and child still down below.&nbsp; So, we won't fail.&nbsp; We'll break through, and we'll find help.&nbsp; In about 5 seconds, I'm ordering the ship to launch.&nbsp; We've got a mission to accomplish, and God willing, a planet to save, so let's be about it."&nbsp; She shut off her com and waited precisely five seconds then turned to the navigation officer. "Take us out, maximum safe speed.&nbsp; We don't need to waste any more time."
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 00:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/mr1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Akira Matthews<br><strong>Position:</strong> Communications Officer/Psychic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Capt. Archer<br><br><hr><br><em>Matthews have the section chiefs reported ready?</em><br><br>At her com station, Akira was listening to both the words being spoken around her, and those being reported inside the receptive walls of her mind. As the Captain asked, the section chiefs were indeed reporting in through the use of their own, low-level, psychics. There were plenty of folks who could communicate within the confines of a ship, or for a small distance, Akira was one of the few who could communicate over massive distances. Her record for speaking to another receptive mind was 10 light minutes but that was under controlled circumstance and while it had left her exhausted, it also left her wondering just how much further she could push it if she <em>had</em> to. <br><br>Waiting for the Captain to stop speaking, she looked up to meet the other woman's gaze, her own dark eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation, "Sections Chief's have checked in Ma'am, all are ready to go on your mark."<br><br>It was all she needed to say, all that she had been asked and as she finished speaking she let her eyes fall closed&nbsp; and actually used her mind to feel outside the ship. What she did wasn't something that had actually been a part of her training but had, instead, been a sort of game among the other Psychic children she'd grown up with. She cast outward, using her mind to feel the others around her and also feeling the quiet space between them. Human minds felt <em>much</em> different from Quartona, making it easy to distinguish the feel of their own ships from their enemies. It also let her "feel" the spaces between them. As children they had played their own, unique, version of hide and seek where the seeker had to actually feel the spaces between the hiders and use those opening to reach the "safe" area or risk being captured.<br><br>Akira had held the record for being captured the least.<br><br>Now she used that child's game to find a hole for their ship to punch through. Feeling the barest opening in the enemy line, she felt her skin crawl and shuddered. It was narrow, barely enough to punch through, but if they did it, they would leave two Quartona ships shooting at each other while trying to shoot at <em>them</em>.<br><br>Snapping her eyes open she looked up at her Captain once more before moving to a view screen that showed the array of the enemy coming to bear on them. On the screen it didn't even look like a hole, but she could feel the quiet space between the ships echoing in her mind, "There's a hole there. They're too tight along the rest of the line, it's out best chance at punching through, Ma'am."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 05:54:40</strong>
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				Jack felt pain in the knuckles of his right hand, like the joints were under a great deal of pressure and they desperately needed to be cracked. Idly , he rubbed where he felt pain and as soon as he realized what he was doing, he glanced down and found that he was rubbing slightly above the wrist of his prosthetic arm. The sigh seemed to echo inside his helmet, as he dropped his hand back to side and tried to ignore the pain that couldn't be there. The doctors has promised him that the phantom limb syndrome would fade over time but as far as he could tell, it was just getting worse, This was the second time today, his missing hand had hurt and just like every time before, he had started rubbing a spot six inches short of where the pain should have been.<br><br>"Damn it" grumped the Human Alliance Marine, staring down the smooth metal passage way, where he was part of a roaming patrol. For about half a second, he wished there was a window, so he could see outside, know where his enemies were. Of course it would be foolish for there to be windows on a warship. No matter how thick it was, glass would never be as strong as armor plating and windows along the hull was a ship expected to sail through enemy fire, would just be weak spots. Plus the danger of decompression or leaking seals. Still, a quick look out the window would have been easier then stopping to plug his helmet into a console, to grab the latest pictures of the outside.&nbsp; His ponderings were interrupted by his comm unit beeping. <br><br>"My marines are in position Captain" said Jack, as the link was opened with the bridge and the ship's commanding officer asked if his troops were ready, "If you let the lizards close enough to board, they'll be sorry." <br><br>As the conversation ended, he glanced up, as a shipwide announcement was made. He reached down and unhooked the submachine gun from it's holster at his hip and checked for the hundredth time that it was loaded. Now a submachine gun, which fired pistol rounds, might not have been the best weapon into battle against giant lizard men but a high rate of fire and a reduced chance of stray rounds penetrating the hull or vital systems, they were a perfect weapon for shipboard fights. Of course the marine armory had heavier rifles and machineguns for dirt side operations.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Great Space Opera] The Escape from Earth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 13:34:30</strong>
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				Name: Mingan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157050.msg7252463#msg7252463)<br>Location: Middle of the Quartona Fleet<br>Tagging: Open<hr><br>A very decisive move was being made by the Quartona fleet.&nbsp; They were headed to Earth.&nbsp; Normally this wouldn’t be shocking news but ever since Special Tasks had been given the go ahead to monitor and “hinder” the Quartona fleet the definition of “hinder” had changed a bit; namely with the development of 7th Shock Battalion.&nbsp; The 7th Shock Battalion was a group of soldiers whose primary goal was infiltration and exfiltration of an experimental frontline unit, known as a 303rd Rapid Response Tactical Squad.&nbsp; And they were sitting in the briefing room waiting for the go ahead.&nbsp; Mingan sat with the members of his unit and looked at the photos and intelligence.&nbsp; It seemed the Humans were going to try and “run the blockade” and the 303rd was going to help them do it. <br><br>There were gaps in the battle line drawn by the Quartona fleet.&nbsp; This was a typical tactic employed by them in order to lure ships into a crossfire and therefore require less maneuverable ships.&nbsp; It usually worked.&nbsp; But the Humans favored speed in their ships designs so with some covering fire and a bit of help and luck this could work.&nbsp; The cover fire was there with the Human fleet trying desperately to hold on and get the blockade runner to safety.&nbsp; The 303rd would be the luck.&nbsp; Their mission; launch long ranch stealth transport.&nbsp; Go EVA and board Quartona ship and disable, setting it on a course directly in the line of fire from the ships that would close to help destroy the blockade runner. And then with a little luck of their own, EVA and hitch a ride on the blockade runner as it passed them and ride back to Kyrie on the Human vessel. <br><br>The 303rd loaded up and grabbed the necessary gear required. Mingan pulled on his pressure suit and smiled as the youngest member marveled at the new gear “The Teks had really out done themselves with these, micro rockets in the feet and we can use our wings to steer!”&nbsp; The Sergeant laughed “just put your gear on and lets go bag us a Quartona warship, eh?” The whole troop chorused “Yes Sir!”&nbsp; Mingan grabbed his Gun/Blade as he passed out the favored weapons of the group, as odd assortment to say the least.&nbsp; Melee and Ranged weapons were both to be found, everything from swords and axes all the way down to sniper rifles and large SAW type weapons, even an old fashioned scythe is there.&nbsp; The troop makes their way to the launch dock as the simple unmanned sled is loaded in its launcher.&nbsp; They get checked off by the launch crew and their off.<br><br>As the sled makes its way to the gap in the fleet Mingan feels a presence like someone searching for someone or something near him.&nbsp; He tries to make contact but only succeeds in frustrating himself.&nbsp; The soldier assigned as his “battle buddy” patted him on the shoulder and said “you alright?” “No,” Smiled Mingan, “Someone is scanning for us and I can’t communicate with them.&nbsp; Why oh why haven’t I perfected my communications skills, hmmm?” “Simple,” Laughed the soldier, “because you’re already great at communicating with the Quartona,” indicating his gun sitting in his lap, “And they seem to get what you’re saying almost immediately.”&nbsp; The whole squad laughs as the soldier makes his joke at Mingans expense.&nbsp; “All right, can it,” Growls the sergeant, “we’re boots up in 30 seconds, final checks, Now!”&nbsp; Mingan Grips his sword and scans the hull of the Enemy ship as they prepare to launch towards it. “We’re clear Sarge,” He informs him and prepares to launch.&nbsp; ‘this is why.’ Mingan thought to himself, “This is why I’m not a tek. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Great Space Opera] The Escape from Earth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 18:22:31</strong>
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				With a few moments of hacking at one of the airlocks, followed by a few well placed shots, and they were in. It was almost too easy to enter. Most of the Quartona had congregated on their duty stations, leaving very few to wander the hallways. The layout of the ship was rather simple, as well, but if forced them to teak out weapons positions and other crowded areas in sequence, as there was little in the way of side passages. This meant fierce, thick opposition, though most of the crew were not soldiers, just barely trained sailors.<br><br>As Mingan's group approached the bridge of the ship they were assaulting, their first real challenge showed. A small squad of fully suited Warmasters. These were the true elite of Quartona fighters. One of these armored monstrosities could weather the fire of an entire squad.<br><br>And they were dealing with <em>three</em> of them.. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 20:10:37</strong>
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				Meanwhile, a few Quartona infiltrators had taken notice of the Refuge, and were vectoring an intercept course. Within them scores of boarders manned the breaching pods. Many volunteered for this duty, as it could mean gaining a personal mate..
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