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A Coalition Storm - arvg - 04-10-2010
((CPR-Kerimov Undisclosed System))
Ricardo Alvarez boiled as he stood, his hands on his hips, looking accusingly across the gaudy neo-egyptian affair that was the bridge of the Order Reseph-Class Recon Cruiser.
Si, si, I understand it wasnt your fault, Ragazzo, he said, his voice raised, and his eyes wild. But tell me again, why have the artifacts activated? And spare me, how you say stupid technical details I am not a scientist last scientist I shoot him you, you have ten seconds to start talking, or I shoot you too, eh che?
He drew his heavy .65 calibre pistol and waved it threateningly at the cluster of scientists and technicians.
Captain Alvarez, one of the scientists spoke up. We dont know what happened. One moment the artifacts were doing their communing thing the next they went crazy The resonance frequency of the
Alvarez shot him.
Next person who uses useless science talk gets capped, si? Alvarez stated swinging the gun around. I shoot things I make love to beautiful women I drink good vodka I dont do science. I am here, because Lt. Commander Broch isnt here, lo capite?
Sir another spoke, shaking so bad it was obvious he was about to wet himself.
Si, you talk now or you die, Alvarez barked. The short man was suddenly very terrifying.
The big glowy one.. umm The Scientist swallowed. Well the little dead ones have decided that the big glowy one should umm sing to them so they dont feel so lonely.
Alvarezs eyebrow twitched, I not into science, but that not make me two
Well they um they seem to have created some kind of link to the power cell the active power cell, and are drawing power from it. The powercell is acting like an amplifier?
Like for guitar? Alvarez asked skeptically.
Si si I mean yes, The scientist was sweating profusely, his eyes locked on the big hand cannon Alvarez kept swinging too and fro. So the artifacts are stronger because of this and theyre having another tantrum.
Eh? Alvarezs eyebrow furrowed, showing that he had no idea what that meant.
Think like children, they were singing now they are screaming throwing things The Scientist floundered. Um, theyre causing the ion storm outside
Si, I know they are causing it Ragazzo, Alvarez snapped. What, you think I am stupid? I want to know why they are doing it.
Well The scientist looked at his colleagues. We dont know for sure, but we think they are building something
Eh? Alvarez blinked again. I dont see anything being built
Not here, The scientist floundered. Umm beyond our ability to . Ummm where we cant see.
You have six seconds to make sense to me, or I start shooting, si?
The Scientist began to cry Its beyond our realm of comprehension, a pan-dimensional construction. Umm like umm
I dont care what they build, or where they build it, or how they build it, I want it stopped. K? Alvarez walked forward waggling the gun. I want to go home, sometime this week, and I cant because I am stuck here with you clowns, baby sitting some temper tantruming bambino alien machine. You fix, or you walk back to Omega-52, no space suit, si?
A Coalition Storm - arvg - 04-10-2010
((Kremlin Volgograd))
Katz marched through the halls, his boots ringing on the flagstones, as his long overcoat boiled behind him. Following him were two bodyguards, each hevilly armed and ready for anything.
He pushed through the doors, and into the strategic war room, a chamber overflowing with data streaming in from listening posts and GRU agents throughout Sirius.
Admiral Karchov stood, on a platform high above a strategic map of Sirius staring down at the up dated holographic data studying, in real time, the passage of the violent storm.
Ion Storm Boris, it had been dubbed by High Command. A number of whom were already present in the room.
As the head of the Civilian Government, it wasnt Katzs place to interrupt a military matter, and he made it a rule to not get directly involved in strategic affairs. But his personal affinity with the Umbrella Project, and his time working with the Seven Alien Artifacts had made him one of the few Coalition experts on the subject.
He was arguably, one of the few men in Sirius who had made a direct study of such devices up close and directly.
It is confirmed, a Sub-Lieutenant reported. The Embassy in Gallia reports that the surrounding systems are also affected Commissar-Commander Gonzales is patching in the Maquis sensor data now
The Map shifted and changed, showing the full extent of the storm, boiling its way across the Gallic systems. Boris was untamed, and wild, and was hammering everything in her path with merciless fury.
This storms ferocity exceeds that of Anastasia, Doctor Walcziak of the Coalitions Astrological Metrological Service reported, tilting his peaked cap back in amazement. And you say this is artificially generated?
This is classified, Commissar Mendel reported, surveying everyone in the room. All had top level clearance, the kind required to work so closely with High Commands Strategic Operations. But it didnt hurt to be careful.
This storm is the result of seven nomad artifacts recovered last year working in unison with power drawn directly from an active Nomad Power Cell, Katz replied. He pulled out his glasses, and climbed the stairs to the platform to get a better look at the mess. Captain Alvarez is on site with the devices Lt. Commander Broch is in the same system she should be arriving at the Kerimov soon the storm though has given the Social Credit a difficult time and her transit has been very rough. But Lt. Warner will get her through
We have assets close by, Lt. Medvedov is on Toledo, the TNC-Officer stated. We also have Sub-Lieutenants Lee and Brooks currently MIA we know they were both attempting to recover GRU agents from New Tokyo, but we lost contact
Our first priority should be to restore communications through the storm to our agents, Katz recommended.
A Coalition Storm - horvat - 04-10-2010
((Zvezdny Gorodok - same time in Omega 52))
Gellantra laughed at the transmission they recived from CPR Kerimov while closing the comm channel and stumbling out of his office. He was walking through the corridors of the station while drinking his bottle of vodka.
Every time he walked past the sign No Drinking and No smoking he laughed like a lunatic. "This squeshis....wahtevr are prety mucsh baaaaaaa". "What did you say sir?" Crewman that was passing by asked Gellantra. "I said this squeshis ... whatever are prety mucsh baaa!!" "What sir?" He asked again.
Gellantra took his bottle and smashed the crewman with it. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW!". Noticing he is without liquor now he decided to go to the station's bar. Everyone saluted when he entered the bar, he just waved and ordered a bottle of vodka yelling."
Alright who wants to play a little game with me until this storm disappears? "Young lieutenants immediately applied siting down at Commodores table. He took out his gun and put it on the table. He took a sip of vodka and extracted 6 out of 7 bullets. " Comrades this is a game we played when we were at the academy. Ill go first to show you".
Lieutenants looked at commodore with scared impression on their face. " Now look you spin this round little thing and you put the gun in your mouth like this." Click, gun fired and commodore started laughing after seeing that his lieutenants have their eyes closed. "It seems gods favor me lets see what they think of you. " Commodore passed the gun to closest person". I hope this storm ends soon or we will have a lot of dead people."
A Coalition Storm - horvat - 04-10-2010
((Zvezdny Gorodok bar - present time))
Commodore Gellantra they are waiting for you on the planet, they didn't want to say what it is about they just said you should get your ass down there as soon as possible. "Gellantra frowned looking at the faces of his lieutenants. They were relieved, they knew Commodore is a lunatic in his own way but they didn't know yet what he is capable of doing.
" Who called me in commander?" Luis barked. "Admiral Karchov sir and Premier Katz." Luis immediately stood up with a pale expression on his face saying to his officers ." We will continue this later comrades." Sound of his boots echoed through the corridors of the Station while he hurried to his transport.
He sat down in his seat ordering its immediate departure. " This is the captain speaking we are making a fast detour for the Revolution, buckle up everyone. Estimated time of arrival is 10 minute, its an honor to have you on board commodore.
Luis muttered to himself ignoring captains voice. "If Admiral and Premier are arranging a meeting then it must be something important".
"10 minutes later"
This is CPS - Moscow requesting permission to dock. "Volgograd" Roger that captain, inform commodore his car is waiting outside the customs.
Luis strode out of the cabin inhaling fresh air into his lungs. "I will walk" Luis said to his driver. Premiers office was just down the block, it was heavily guarded but Luis didn't have to go through security checks. It is a little privilege that High Command had.
Nobody wanted to get in their way they were veterans and they had Commissariat behind them. Rumor said that they are mentally unstable but it was a false one. They didn't object though it was a good PR. Luis entered the room Saluting to Admiral and Premier.
"Fill me in comrades" He said while sitting down.
A Coalition Storm - Tabris - 04-11-2010
((PG-13 for slight cussing, be warned))
-CPW Social Credit, undisclosed system-
Onboard the CPW Social Credit, in the pilot's seat, Ben Warner was trying to guide the Credit to it's destination, however the severe Ion Storms made it much more difficult for him to push forward, Ben gritted his teeth as the ship shook from the storm's fury, as if the sector itself was rebelling.
Ben muttered to himself as he forced the old ship to weather yet another Ion Wave that impacted against the stern of the ship, Ben's hands moved quickly across his panel, stablizing the Credit as the wave bashed against their hull. All the while muttering obscenities and cursing whatever deity was reaching out to screw with him and his life.
"Yes...Throw yet another curveball at me...Not like you got anything better to do you little bleedin' arse...It's not like i'm trying to fly through a bloody Ion storm here..." he muttered to himself as he manuvered the ship.
"Oh yes...We are going to have words when i finally kick the bucket...Just you and me and a damn sharp knife to the skull" he continued muttering, making the crewmen working behind him slowly edge away from the slowly mentally deteriorating man as he continued to pilot the ship through the Ion Storm's effects. From the pilot's seat a small verbal storm was blowing of curses, death threats against all deities in Sirius and the general feeling of anger could be felt with the epicenter being Ben himself.
As a rather rough wave hit the ship Ben let out a long string of curses as his hands moved quickly to keep the Credit from being swept away in it's fury, it was almost as if Ben was actually getting a response from the storm about his 'Promises'.
"Oh yes you little arse of a God, you like screwing with Benji don't ya?!" he muttered with a dark chuckle. "Well to hell with ya, because i'm damned better than your pathetic storms, so you can take your waves and stuff it!" he growled, his eyebrow twitching all so slightly in anger and annoyance.
A Coalition Storm - Shagohad - 04-11-2010
((The Insurgent dubbed "Sewing Machine" - Undisclosed system))
This was a conundrum. The Kerimov was no more than a kilometer away. She could see it through the window! But this damn ion storm...
She growled rather inhumanly, tapping her fingers against the control panel. She tended to hum to herself when she was anxious, and now she found herself humming a rather annoying tune she heard on Liberty-Free Radio when she used to be a Rogue. Damn catchy tunes.
A quick survey of her cockpit showed an emergency med kit, a small tank of fuel, her sewing kit, the small knick-knacks adorning the coffin-like bunk set into the hull, and her personal weaponry compromising of a few blades and her plasma pistol. She remembered something Alvin had said about how his Uncle Jim-Bob had repaired an Eagle with nothing but duct-tape, a few bits of asteroid, a Justice Mark I, bailing wire, bubble gum, and twine. She didn't know how feasible that was, but Xenos were masters of duct-tape.
Quickly, she checked if she had any, tearing the cockpit apart in order to find any. Lo and behold, she found a half-empty roll in an unmarked container that also held a piece of moldy bread. She didn't care why there was bread, but she found duct-tape! It was gold as far as she was concerned.
As far as a plan went, there wasn't even a hint of a clue as to what to do. The fuel container seemed promising. The memory of a mine exploding behind her fighter, then sending it hurtling into a rock instantly came to mind. Only now, it was time to switch roles. The Kerimov was an asteroid. The fuel was the mine.
Now she needed a plan.
A Coalition Storm - arvg - 04-11-2010
Alvarez sat on the U shaped throne of a command chair, tucked back in the gold panelled alcove at the back of the bridge, set up for the Order Captain to sit, his pistol was safely reholstered and his leather jacket with its shining trio of Captains stars looking a little dishevelled.
He was rolling a cigarette.
Shes doing something, Sub-Lt. Borodin said, standing at the control pedestal with its giant blue track balls that controlled the ships directional controls, like a giant mouse.
Alvarez always hated that, who controlled a ship with a trackball he preferred a joystick, least it felt like a ship that way.
Ten credits says she blows her self up, crazy woman, Alvarez said as he fiddled with his rolling papers.
Give me comms He ordered. Caio Bella, he said loudly over the communications. Eh che, You do something crazy today?
A Coalition Storm - Shagohad - 04-11-2010
Angie sighed heavily. "Unless you have a better suggestion...I suggest you shut the hell up." She ended the comms as quickly as she ended her little speech.
The fuel canister had been rigged with an alarm clock, wire, and some duct tape. It was now sitting in the cargo hold ready to be ejected. Angie never was good at math, nor velocity, but she planned that when she dumped it, it would explode one hundred meters out, and lightly nudge her towards the Kerimov.
With a whump, the cargo bay opened, dropping the IED. It set out one hundred meters, plus or minus twenty, and exploded brilliantly. The acceleration, on the other hand, was not so brilliant. The Sewing Machine rocketed forward, hit the Kerimov, and bounced. Angie took this into account, and jumped from the open cargo hold, whilst wearing an EVA suit, mind you, to cling to one of the metal bits protruding from the Kerimov. This happened to be an antenna.
A Coalition Storm - arvg - 04-11-2010
The Kerimov shook as the fighter hit it, the small fighter clanging and bouncing off of the bow, spilling away from the ship and off into the depths of the empty system.
Alvarez stood up and stuck the rolled cigarette into the corner of his mouth, sparking up a zippo as he lit it. Looking through the great Trapazoidal view port at the Coalition Lt. Commander caught in a web of delicate Recon sensor masts.
"Si, I told you she would blow herself up," Alvarez stuck his hand out to Borodin, "give me my money, Ragazzo."
He took the crisp 10 Rouble note and stuffed it into his pocket, turning back to a couple of Coalition marines, "Eh, you go get her now. Take her to Doctor Igor, make sure she is okay, si?"
A Coalition Storm - Akura - 04-11-2010
((Sigma-19 System - Onboard the 'Mizuchi' Blood Dragon Cruiser))
"Akuji, we're as near to the epicenter as we can get" one of Akuji's Ronin piped up,
"You know where it started?" Akuji questioned calmly,
"No, nothing solid, could be any number of systems around the Sigmas" the Ronin replied,
"Send out a broad-system comms, to anyone crazy enough to be out here"
"With what message?"
"Scrap that, ping anything that isn't a station, we need to find someone with fuel" Akuji ordered,
The Mizuchi cut itself through the clouds, it's systems struggling against the force of the Ion Storm as it hugged every contour of the ship.
It's bladed tip occasionally cutting through the occasionaly wreck, left by less-lucky pilots.
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"Pinging like you asked, I set it to loop till our main generator stops" the Ronin informed him,
"This isn't right, this whole storm is behaving strangely" Akuji observed, making sure the ship carried on it's course,
"We can't engage cruise, afterburners won't work, I don't see the difference, shogun"
"By now our electronics should have cut out, and we'd be running on backup power" Akuji stated, glancing over his shoulder,
"Well soon our impulse drive will fail, if we don't fly into Planet Hiran... or Hades... Cerebus"
"Try and figure out where we are in the system, before we do all die a painful death" Akuji ordered, "I'll be working on boosting our generators. Oh, and let me know if we get a response"
Akuji disappeared down a small set of steps, down into the engineering section of the Mizuchi. The ship was mean to weather an Ion Storm, not travel through it. Even with the heavy modifications he had done, the ship wouldn't last forever like this.
Plus he was running out of fuel...