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 Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 12:12 am
 NAME OF LOCATION - Typhus Debris Field A long time ago, there was a massive space battle between the Federation, Klingons, and Romulans in this very sector. This was one of the great battles fought during the Lost Era of Federation History that came with the Cardassian Wars and the rough times of unstable peace between the Klingons and Federation. While records were kept, efforts were more focussed on defending territory than detailing every event that took place. Dozens of ships were lost in the battle, and the only knowledge of the battlefield's existence was in the data banks of the destroyed vessels and fleeting broken reports back to the governments telling of defeat after defeat. Every ship that entered the fray was destroyed, or left adrift to the passage of time in a cold dark slumber for eternity in the void of space. However, this graveyard of ships was recently rediscovered by a Ferengi merchant, and after a Federation Officer overheard him quietly discussing this find with his business partner, the Typhus Debris Field was found once more. LOCATION - The Typhus Debris Field is located in Sector H-10 PEOPLE - There are only a few people that you're likely to meet in this place. Pirates are common as the hulks of dead ships make excellent bases of operation. Salvage crews from several different areas of the quadrant come here to gleam what they can from the wreckage. And of course, the long frozen and dead bodies of Klingon, Romulan, and Starfleet officers that float around the dead hulks forever preserved in the vacuum of space. CLIMATE - It is very cold...in space. RESOURCES - Forgotten ship hulks, weapons left aboard them, lost cargo, and numerous ship parts litter this area. Whether they are usable or in working condition is the question asked by any visitor to this place. Lucky parties have even discovered working hulks of ships in this vast graveyard to the fallen. One can only hope they are so lucky... ASTRONOMICAL DATA - The debris field is located near a star system, the Typhus System. The star is a red supergiant on its last few legs of life. If any planets ever orbited this star, they've long since been lost to the ravages of their star, and the passage of time.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 8:18 pm
Outskirts of Debris Field:
The two Runabouts had long since entered into cloak. That was right before they diverted course. After cloak had been activated and both ships had disappeared from all visual and sensor scans, they had redirected their course back to the Typhus Debris Field. Hopefully, this would throw off anyone that had been following them or had seen them approaching. People may think that this procedure is a little to precaustious or even just a little edgy. But, the crews of the SS Bolter and the SS Blazer knew that their Leader was just trying to do his best to keep the lives or the soldiers and the life of the Rebel Movement going. If that meant taking a little bit of extra time just to be safe and to throw off any phantom ships, then so be it...
When the ships dropped out of warp, the crews of both ships gasped. Even Kelvinar couldn't help being taken by surprise. His eyes had widened slightly at the sight. The spectacle that lay before them was indescribable. Ships of all manner of shape and design and class and race floated in a seemingly suspended invisible solid in space. All the ships looked as if they had been exposed to a millenia of erosion, salvage, and vandalism. Kelvinar didn't doubt the middle and something didn't seem to surprise him if the latter was true as well. Hulls of ships completely severed from their bridges and warp nacelles. Smaller vessels scattered around the dead hulks of the larger ones. The remains of vessels far removed from the graveyard suggested that some had tried to escape, but obviously, had failed in that endeavor...
But, something didn't look right. There was another vessel, floating admists the ruins. However, this one was still intact, completely fine. Kelvinar thought back to the transmission from StarFleet about an escort for the mission. Perhaps this was the ship? he pondered to himself. It appeared to be adrift. Scans showed otherwise as they penetrated every nook and crevice of the Talon Class ship. Hopefully they had not had to wait long for Kelvinar and the rebels. It had been a long trek here and it had taken a long time to leave the station, even still. Kelvinar would be extremely surprised if the crew of that Romulan ship had any ounce of patience left in their beings...
The two Runabouts, operating off of impulse, moved off from their point of entry into the system. The soft hum of the engines was all that could be heard, in addition to the occasion beep from an instrument panel or the swallow of a crew member or the fidget of a restless Kelvinar. He wanted to get close enough to do the sort of communication that could be done at close proximity and wasn't a full hail. However, the proper name for that type of communication currently escaped Kelvinar at the moment. Fortunately for him, his Ops Crewmember knew exactly what the floundering Captain wanted...Quote: "SS Eternity, state your business for being in this Sector," came the voice ominously over the comm. channel to the Talon Class ship...
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:39 am
(OOC: OH THANK GOD crying ... hold on its been so long i dont know what my guys name is. ) Kevin was awaken by the alarm that a ship was entering the field, upon reaching the bridge he observed that they were being scanned... the SS Bolter with another ship. "It's about time!" Kevin was both happy and angry so much that he didn't know what to do. After regaining himself he called his crew, which ever since they had arrived hardly ever spent time on the bridge or on duty for that matter. After getting the ship back to normal they got a incoming hail Quote: "SS Eternity, state your business for being in this Sector," came the voice ominously over the comm. channel to the Talon Class ship... this made him angry... had they not been informed?! Calming himself Kevin replied,"This is Kevin Fredric of the SS Eternity we were sent from the federation to help in the protection of the merchant...we've been waiting..."cutting of communication there to prevent himself from saying things he shouldn't. He didn't want to anger these people before the mission even began.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 12:03 pm
"Check the transmission," order Kelvinar briskly, throwing his left arm to his side to point at the Ops computer. The man was already sitting there getting up the necessary information. Kelvinar studied the other ship. Anyone could say that they were here for something or that there was purpose was one thing. However, they could just not be telling the truth about the matter. Typical thing that was so trivial, but made things so much worse for people trying to make an honest living, or, in Kelvinar's case, an honest gain. The Ferengi Merchant had said that the Klingons knew the approximate area of the Debris Field, but not of the exact coordinates. Kelvinar wanted to make sure that this guy was who he said and not a part of the whole Klingon scheme...
The soldier at Ops brought up the desired information. He read it. "SS Eternity will be rendezvousing with Mandaros Fertini in the Typhus Debris Field," began the soldier. Kelvinar smiled as his false name was read from the transmission from StarFleet. StarFleet would have his correct name in their data-banks and they probably knew that it was really him. It was just that they probably used his false name for the same reasons as Kelvinar. True, the Federation wanted to avoid war with anyone at all costs, they weren't about to let the enemies of their enemies get caught. That was one thing that Kelvinar, however reluctant to admit, liked about the Federation...
"The ship's registry checks out as well, CHR 54378, sir. The one supplied from StarFleet matches the one that we are currently reading," finished the soldier. He returned to his original posture. The man's name was Joseph Corti, a tan man with horribly contrasting blond hair. It was such a striking glare against his darker-than-usual skin that one would often do a double take at the man as if they had seen something that was unreal. When first meeting, Kelvinar looked the man up and down and had carried on with him as if nothing had been the stranger. But, that was nothing of importance right now. Kelvinar returned his gaze out the window to bare on the Talon Class starship...
"We apologize if you had been waiting for a while for us. Its not easy traveling this far. I trust you know who we are?" Kelvinar asked, his tone dropping protectively over the communications channel. He ruffled his hair a moment and took a deep breathe. He began wrapping his tunic about his face and, once the others saw, began doing the same. When Kelvinar activated visual contact, they would all be wrapped in their customary brown outfits. No one knew that the Rebels dressed in that way, but, one could guess as much from the secrecy of their actions coupled with the clothing and the protective closeness of the group. Though, they could easily be mistaken for any other gang of humans...
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:15 pm
Quote: "We apologize if you had been waiting for a while for us. Its not easy traveling this far. I trust you know who we are?" "We were given information that you were the SS Bolter led by captain Mandaros Fertini. You are the escort for the merchant are you not?" It disturbed Kevin that this man was questioning if we knew him. Personally people's backstory of affiliation didn't matter to him as long as he paid, but there was also the possoblity that they weren't who they said they were. When visual came they were all wearing brown... that didn't look good. They were obviously something that said they weren't normal space travelers.No matter, Kevin would keep an eye of them never letting them out of his radar.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:52 pm
"Yes, we are," announced Kelvinar, his voice suddenly tired. He hadn't slept good that last night. His right wrist came up slowly to rub each of his eyes one after the other. He blinked a few times to refocus his sight. When it did, he looked back up to the other Captain. The other Captain seemed to be on edge. Granted, that was expected from the appearance of the Rebels with their outfits on. Of course, not many would look kindly at another who acted oddly and dressed in a least exposing set of clothing. Though, it obviously didn't effect Kelvinar. He had worked with himself and parts of his bridge crew so that they could all face another without expression when others looked at them with distrustful gazes...
Kelvinar spoke up. "I apologize, we weren't sure if StarFleet would have given all the information, including names. I've worked with StarFleet before and on many occasions I was given less than adequate information." Kelvinar shifted his weight to his other foot. His weariness was taking its toll on his strength. "I apologize about the appearance," he said with a whisk of his hand in the air in front of him, as if swatting a fly. "We're a group of Traders that often specialize in hunting. This mission looked like an exotic adventure that would be a welcome change to the normal routine, though, we couldn't give up the look, its just a part of who we are," lied Kelvinar. Lying was only harmful when it people were harmed. The exact opposite was occurring here...
Something the Captain had just said about StarFleet's information on Kelvinar interested him. Hm, thought Kelvinar to himself. The other Captain had just made no mention of the other ship, the SS Blazer. It floated adrift to the SS Bolter's starboard side. It had remained cloaked and refrained from interfering with the communications at the moment. Best not to mention anything about the other ship. Neither tell of its existence or lie of it. There was no real use of the ship at the moment, besides being a lookout. He didn't want either ship to do anymore scans or anything that might reveal their locations. Secrecy was best when kept...
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:33 pm
Kevin stared at the commander or what he could see of him... mentally sighing. The man had started explaning his life story and he had to fight back the urge to yawn. Didn't this man realize that nobody cared? The tension lowered with the speech and Kevin's anger finally died down. Calmly waited for the man to finish before replying "When your ready everything seems to check out, lead the way" and with that closed off communications waiting for the ship to move out.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:59 pm
Kelvinar nodded and turned to face away from the screen as it was shut off. Kelvinar threw his arm out again in the way he had to the Ops crewmember, but, this time it was to his communications officer. Kelvinar's face had taken on a solemn attitude. He wanted to find what the Ferengi merchant wanted so badly in this Debris Field. As a result, he turned to one of his Security Officers and sent him scurrying of to fetch the Ferengi man. Most likely, he was laying down in his cott, still resting. He hadn't ventured far from his personal area during the entire trip. Perhaps it was out of mistrust or shyness or just the general lack of care that the Ferengi knew and exercised all too well when dealing with people. But, then again, most Ferengi were that way...
The SS Bolter slowly and majestically shimmered into existence as cloak was dropped. As the light reflected off of the Runabout, numerous scorch marks, blackened patches, and various other battle scars were visible. Though this would leave the impression of a battle hardened ship and crew, Kelvinar swore to keep his promise and fix up his ship. This had been his very first ship and he cared for it deeply. He wasn't just about to let it fall apart from disrepair or let it give off the feeling of a garbage scowl. This ship was the symbol of freedom for the Rebel Movement and for the people of Beta Cestus III. Least it deserved was a good paint job and buffing out of scratches...
As shields came on, so did the Impulse Engines. The SS Bolter creeped through the space in front of it. The SS Blazer kept the Romulan ship in between itself and the SS Bolter, though, its cloak was still active. It was doing its job and keeping a close lookout for the lead ship, being ever careful not to reveal its position at the same time. Both ships kept their weapons ready, but, only the SS Bolter had its weapons charged. If the SS Blazer charged its weapons, it would be revealed on enemies and Allied sensors. At the moment, Kelvinar had only enemies and possible enemies, hence, why he was keeping the weapons ready...
His Security Officer returned from the back of the ship with the Ferengi in the lead. His Security Officer, was a Klingon. Kelvinar realized that this may not be the most original thing, but, it also made the most sense. Why put a Klingon to use anywhere else while he could be put to best use and be happy being the Chief Security Officer? His name was Vogr'tar. It was the name of the Klingon village he had grown up in on one of the Klingon's many colony planets. During the early years of the Klingon-Federation Wars, the planet had been captured by the Federation. This was the reason why Vogr'tar was working for the Federation. There had been no Klingon government to influence him during his beginning years...
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 1:05 am
The Ferengi merchant made his way to the "Command Center" of the lead ship, probably the Blazer. Either way, he'd soon speak.
Well, lets start scanning the area to see if there are any sign of those Klingon bastards that attacks me in my shop. If they aren't around, we can continue the mission.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:58 am
"They couldn't have gotten here that long before or after us. But, that's if they even found this place, yet," spoke the helmsman on the SS Blazer. He glanced down at his instrument panel and began a flurry of button mashing and strokes across the length of the entire panel. A series of beeps and notes emitted themselves from the speakers of the panel. "Alright, it doesn't look like anything is near," he spoke after a moment. The sensors sweeping the entire area and beyond for the Klingons that attacked them. "I didn't know you knew human insults," joked the man after a moment. "Sorry," he spokes after a moment, realizing it was an inappropriate time to joke around...
The Security Officer of that ship stood behind the Ferengi Merchant. "Do you know what kind of ship that they had? Just in case they do find us, we'll know what we're up against," finished the Security Officer. He spoke in a rough, human accent. This Security Officer was of human blood and, ironically, had worked closely with the Klingon Security Officer of the SS Bolter. They had trained together and attended the same classes at the StarFleet Academy. They both had left for Beta Cestus III after hearing of big hunting game in the dense, lush jungles of the planet. Little did they know, that they would become the prey of the Romulans when they captured the planet...
The two Runabouts drifted through the Debris Field on silent engines. The SS Bolter remained the only visible of the two. The SS Blazer still had cloak activated. But, once it had finished scanning, it dropped its cloak and took up shields when they all realized that the Klingons weren't here. Hopefully, they wouldn't show up anytime soon or only until after the Beta Cestus III Rebels were done their business here. They shouldn't have to worry about them showing up, however, considering that they didn't know the exact location of the Field. Sectors were big. Hopefully, they were big enough...
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 2:38 pm
You spend enough time around people, and you pick up on their insults and other language. But enough chit chat. Head over to that wreck over there and scan it. It looks like its in pretty good shape.
((Roll 1d4 [1] - Starfleet [2] - Romulan [3] - Klingon [4] - Dead Hulk ))
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Corvius rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:23 pm
"Negative," the man replied after a moment. He sighed and then glanced observationally at the scan reports. After checking a few times, he pressed a few buttons to clear the report. "Looked good from this side," he responded after the report was cleared from his instrument panel. He began the scan sequence to run again. The hulk next to the one that they had just scanned looked promising to by way of visual contact. The man rubbed his nose and readied the scan again. "What about that one next to it?" he asked, indicating another seemingly good one. The ship appeared to be of large origin, almost like a battleship or a dreadnought. Perhaps the large expanse of the cruiser itself had shielded the eternal systems and had prevented pirates from salvaging it...
It was a good guess. But, it was a guess nonetheless. In addition, it was a guess from a inexperienced man. For all intents and purposes, garbage picking had its share of experiences and experts. Not everyone could accurately pick out a good item and be able to salvage it was ease. Not to mention repair it and restore it to its original shape, purpose, and integrity. However, the man was just trying to help and keep up the spirits on the ship. Morale wasn't good when you were flying through a giant ship graveyard with three small ships that wouldn't make a big addition to the derelict husks of ships long past...
Kelvinar stood on the bridge of his ship. The SS Blazer right behind the SS Eternity. At least there were three ships for protection. Not to mention, all three could easily cloak and warp out of the system in a moment's notice. Hopefully, that wouldn't be needed. Kelvinar strolled over to the side window and peered out. A hulk of a StarFleet Constitution class floated silently and motionlessly by. It still had the discernible features on it. The bridge, or lack thereof, could be pointed out. However, an entire warp nacelle was missing. Kelvinar located it floating a distance away. Half of it was gone, but the other half was still there. Try he might, he couldn't find the other half...
The graveyard had an eerie peacefulness to it. The dead could rest forever here with no threat of disturbance or perturbation. Unlike on a planet where the body could succumb to insects, animals, or land development. Out here, the bodies floated with no threat of being destroyed forever. They were perfectly intact with the passage of time. If a body were to be examined, it would look as if the battle was only only happened yesterday, when, in reality, it had taken place many many years ago...
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:43 pm
"Holy Shi-" Kevin said nearly thrown from his seat in suprise. Another starship had just come uncloaked. If it had not been for Kevin noticing the name of the SS Blazer he might have fired. He quickly opened a channel as they traveled through the field.
"You have a lot of nerve, bringing a ship out of cloaking without a warning. Is there anything ELSE hiding that we should know about?!"
Eventually his anger subsided as they floated slightly behind and above the newly appeared SS Blazer. This place reminded him of a graveyard and it creeped him out. Pieces of ships were everywhere and hardly any were in tact. Still if the merchant was sure that something of value could be found then he would go.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 7:47 pm
((I'll post as soon as I can guys, but I'm coming out of a nasty cold/cough and feel completely exhausted. I'll post as soon as I feel better.))
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 12:52 pm
((Roll 1d4 [1] - Starfleet [2] - Romulan [3] - Klingon [4] - Dead Hulk ))
Bah! Just keep scanning. Theres bound to be SOMETHING of value out here worth poking at. This place is too full of potential profit to just give up now. Have faith in the Great Material Continuum and I'm sure we'll find plenty of worthwhile treasures here.
The merchant grinned, showing his teeth. He was obviously pleased to finally be here, searching for something of value. The big battleship was heavily crippled. It was missing the entirety of its right, and half of its left, engine nacelle. Burn marks, melted hull plating all over the ship, and a massive hole, its glowing edges long since cooled, told the tale of ferocious power being tossed here. What luck would they have?
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