[Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.
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				Title: <strong>[Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 01:33:36</strong>
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				The Human Avali Systems Carrier Morning Star is a marvel to behold. Nearly a kilometer in length it has four decks. While human carriers tend to look like their 21st. Century counterpart. This fusion of technology is a much different. It has long wings housing ball turret laser cannons. It is rounded like a Avali ship but has a wedge like front and rear. These wedge areas house the launch and landing tubes for fighters. The lowest deck is engineering. It houses the ships massive (and expensive) self-broadcasting unit. A device easily the size of a small house. The next deck up is the living deck. It houses troop barracks, a movie theater, two bars, the flight simulators, and other amusements as well as the mess. The next deck up is the cargo hold, housing fighter parts and various other requirements. <br>The top deck is the flight deck where repairs, refitting, and troop transport take place. The bridge is also here along with the briefing rooms and radar hubs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 02:37:46</strong>
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				The transport approached the human prototype carrier slowly. There were actually no windows in the transport so only the pilots got a glimpse of the nearly kilometer long vessel. Military transports were possibly the ugliest things in the whole navy. They were boxes with wings welded on. Their purpose was to provide armor and troops, not to look fancy or ride smooth... at all.<br>Harrison was having trouble with the smooth ride part at the moment. This was his first time on a transport after all. Up until now he had only taken a commercial liner from Earth to the moon, to go to the training facility their. That ride was at least half an hour long. This one was proving a little more uncomfortable. Having taken another commercial ship with the new recruits from the moon to mars and then this military transport out to the Morning Star.<br><br>Others just conversed with one another, there were humans and Avali. Most Avali went to the moon for flight school and such. there were talkative people and then there was Harrison. Who at this moment was occupied with the turbulence the transport was going through. "Too bad they didn't let us stay on Mars longer, eh?" he heard a male cadet say. "Yeah solar system's biggest shopping mall." he heard another reply. This was true though a lot of political families lived on Mars because it was prestigious to do so, didn't stop it from becoming the trade center for humanity when Humanity met the Avali.<br><br>About ten minutes later however it was just past conversation. The transport slowed down as it landed on the flight deck of the Morning Star with a muffled thump. The sharp hiss of the energy shield could be heard as the inner lock was sealed from the deadly vacuum of space. Slowly the rear door to the transport opened and the new pilots began to file out of the transport haphazardly lining up on the flight deck in four rows of twenty-five. Harrison was in the second front row awaiting orders from the captain or whoever he or she sent to review.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 03:17:22</strong>
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				There was a rounded metallic veranda with a thin silver guard rail from which the higher officers could look down at the new recruits as they filed into place. The Captain herself like to review the replacements, leaving her staff and other high officers to stand far behind her as she stood at the edge of the precipice. She hated playing dress up, but reviewing the replacements was considered ceremony whenever possible, and she had been goaded into an elaborate set-up for this presentation, full regalia. Thus she was in red leather dress boots, cropped above the ankle. Her red pants had a brilliant purple stripe tucked in neatly as the pleated edge rose to the knee. There was a large soft leather belt of pitch black with a bright gold buckle displaying the emblem of her house. Her shirt was a white ruffled blouse neatly tucked in and kept crisp as her long crimson jacket with tails that reached her ankles. Gold epaulets adorned her over padded shoulders, the coat making her look much bigger, more authoritive. She gripped the rail with her thin white gloves, blushing slightly, she felt silly being in forced in the full family military adornment and couldn't wait to get it off, so she did what she had to do, pulled out a small computerized note and read a long winded and verbose speech written for her, sighing when she finished.<br><br>"Thank God that's behind us," she said, putting the note away, "Welcome aboard the Morning Star, I'm sure you already know where your duties lie, and what I require of you. If any of you should, for any reason, fail to perform as expected, I'll ship your ass back to Mars with proper punitive measures. That will be all, if you need help getting situated see the proper supervisor, dismissed "<br><br>She stepped aside, and walked out the back, her long ponytail swaying behind her coat tails as she checked her personal notepad.<br><br>"I want Ensign Harrison under full survailance and reports sent to me on the hour, I'm going back to my office to look over the other initiation files."<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 03:30:17</strong>
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				The young Avali female playing captain's aide saluted sharply, "Yes, ma'am." she waited for her to leave then went about her duty to place surveillance. <br><br>Down below the new replacements began to disburse. Harrison picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. he walked down the pristine brightly lit hallways to the elevator. These weren't those tiny little elevators you see in office buildings, these were venerable freight elevators meant to move machine parts. Getting off at the living deck. Harrison scanned the card he pulled from his pocket that had his assigned bunk room. Bunks were of course first come first serve, but he would be sharing it with two other people.<br><br>Star ships no matter how big or small, employed the age old tradition of hot bunking. Dismiss any thought of intimacy however. Hot bunking referred to the practice of three people sharing the same rack in cycles. One would sleep while the other two were on job or on break then they would trade and another would sleep while the others worked or played. Putting his bag down and sliding it under the rack Ensign Talbert decided to take a look around.<br>He quickly found the mess.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 02:47:12</strong>
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				It was boring, he was completely normal and boring. Of course, it was only the first few hours of video so she didn't know what she expected to find. She didn't expect him to eat someones brain or display super powers but she couldn't see any evidence that he was robotic or automated either. According to the report, he had no soul, well what was a soul exactly, and how does one without one behave. How did they even come to the conclusion he had no soul, just because he was born differently. He was still human, even clones were human offspring, or was he brought about by synthetic material? Could they do that? the report didn't even say. The report on his activities read like a schedule, overly boring. Nevertheless, the surveillance would continue.<br><br>Nazora took her heavy coat off but left the rest of her uniform, she didn't feel like changing, being more of the mind to satisfy her hunger before her desire to be comfortable.<br><br>"I'm going to dine, care to join me?" she asked her aide.<br><br>Nazora was not one to treat others has inferior, and felt unworthy of her position because she had obtained it partly due to social standing. She felt there were others certainly more worthy than her who would never get a chance. Still, she was determined to make herself even more worthy with constant effort, so no one could say that only her family connections got her the position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 17:00:59</strong>
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				The young Avali aide looked up from her work. She was like most Avali females, lacking curves and roundness. She had long neatly braided tendrils and stormy gray skin. She wore the standard sky blue uniform of the Avali military. "Yes, ma'am." she said politely. Picking up something from the desk she got up and handed it to the captain. "Communications sent down orders while I was setting up surveillance on Ensign Talbert. They want us to broadcast to the Deuteronomy Cluster within the hour to start patrols for hostile forces." <br><br>Meanwhile, Harrison was already at the mess. He was actually eating with some of the recruits he'd come over with on the transport. They were making small talk. "Did you catch the red uniform the captain was wearing?" one said.<br>"That's just a family thing." another replied.<br>An older officer approached the table setting his hands down authoritatively. "New blood." he said with a sneer. "Which one of you wants to get trounced in the sims buy a real pilot." he said looking around smugly.<br>"I'll do it." Harrison said volunteering, he could tell by the mans uniform he was a Lieutenant J.G. a couple ranks his senior, Harrison added, "Sir." <br>"Your funeral new blood." the superior replied.<br><br>Harrison got up and followed him to the training simulators.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 03:47:20</strong>
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				Nazora checked her computer, feed from surveillance was not transmitted directly to her device, so she could watch clips of Harrison as needed. She wondered if any of the others would wonder why she was so interested in him. No matter, let them think she had a crush on him if they wanted. She was playing with her device, the flight simulation results would be displayed live, as if she was watching an air show with displayed stats. She could even switch point of view, and it all would be recorded so she could reveiw the footage on her spare time, which she would likely have to do.<br><br>Nazora considered the orders,<br><br>"Did you say Deuteronomy cluster?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 04:12:47</strong>
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				"Yes ma'am." the aide said, "Apparently some Tutgarians have been spotted. It looks like their carrier, Subjugation is in the area and they would like us to reconnoiter." She looked over at the captains device. "Oh it seems the hazing ritual has started... I believe that's what you call it when the superiors of your military dominate their inferiors hopelessly." <br><br>Meanwhile, Harrison was stepping into his simulator. It was designed to feel like a real fighter. Harrison chose the Stiletto. It would be perfect for taking out any other fighter. He wouldn't know what the J.G. had chosen until it was said and done. The maps were random and it seemed to have chosen "Asteroid field." Harrison cocked his head to both sides in preparation The simulator activated. He was flying dangerously fast and close to chunks of rock moving at ridiculous speeds. Looking down at his radar he saw that the officer was already on his six. "That was fast." the superior drawled over the radio.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Harrison smirked as the man launched both his conventional missiles at him. Harrison took evasive action and darted between two closing asteroids. The missiles impacted blowing them to slag. The officer, furious, gunned his throttle and gave chase. He still maintained his position on Harrison's tail. <br>Harrison saw an opening, barely wide enough for his craft. It was a hole right through the center of a large asteroid. Time seemed to slow down for Harrison as he approached the hole. He could see the math, what he needed to do, in his head. Punching the throttle he went vertical and shot through the hole at suicidal speeds making small adjustments. The J.G. followed but couldn't maintain and crashed on an outcropping half way through. The simulator made a good show of it by having the fire exit the hole after Harrison. <br><br>The simulator powered down and Harrison stepped out. The J.G. was swearing, still furious. Their were comments like, "Did you see that!" and "He didn't even fire a shot!" Harrison smiled. He sort of like getting congratulated.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 00:21:35</strong>
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				"It's too bad really," Nazora sighed, "Once the Tutagarians are brought under control they'll probably start to decommission the military. Well, I'm sure I have a few more years of freedom from that cursed house."<br><br>She knew what it meant, they were always trying to drag her back to mars, to be a lady of leisure but most importantly, a tool to be married off and bred wisely. They had almost sent her back plenty of times, but she had proven to be capable enough to stand her ground.<br><br>"Fine, let's head to the bridge, make an announcement to all flight officers that we'll be broadcasting within the hour. Have the fighter pilots ready for routine patrols."<br><br>On the way up, she kept watch on the screen. On the flight simulations, there was no computer aide, so everything had to be done by the pilot, it allowed for the showing of what the pilot could do on their own against another pilot or even the computer itself. This pilot was remarkable, he flew like the computer at the highest difficulty setting, a setting the great majority pilots could not survive longer than a minute, and fewer still could win. She'd have to try her luck against this one when she got the time.<br><br>"Impressive,"&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Knight Spuadron] The H.A.S. Morning Star.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 15:45:22</strong>
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				Harrison was still being smothered with attention when he walked out of the training sim room. The ship was preparing to jump. Not much had to be done in the way of preparation but it was a good idea to stand still. So Harrison found a nearby bench and sat down. There wasn't a lot to do on regular patrols. Unless you encountered enemy fighters. Then you got to shoot.<br><br>The ship was brimming with movement, from both sexes and races as the Morning Star prepared to move. They say that Helion-Brodcasting was one of the strangest feelings in the world. Harrison let his mind wander to things he knew. This was very limited, he knew, military protocol, military doctrine, military history, and flying. Needless to say he was a hit at parties.
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 00:44:55</strong>
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				It went smoothly, they were in the Dueteronomy sector no doubt, scanners were already picking up the terrain. A star cluster, a strange system where the planetary material had not yet coalesced or failed too altogether. There were asteriod belts in every direction, although generally the rocks were far apart and easily avoidable, there were a few dense fields as well. This was disputed mining territory. Nazora decided it was time to send out the patrols, it might be a good situation for the new recruits, so she's send out a mixed group to break them in. Once she decided the general make-up of the fleet, it would be immediately posted who was going out, and all pilots heading out would be called to their stations. there was a command to keep on second tier alert for any enemy vessels, including constant scan's and patrols.<br><br>"Hmm, the Subjugation, they must be desperate for resources if they need to send a carrier to a sector squarely under our control. Well, just what are they up to I wonder, what could they're objective be."<br><br>She took a seat, taking a quick refresher course on the system and its history, she always wanted to have what she needed in her mind fresh in her head.<br>
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