To all Millitary ships in Rheinland Space and in the Borderwords in range of this transmition, Rheinland Is now open Until the Recovery of Captain Heinreich, and the RNC Schadel is complete.
Due to the Increased Danger to Millitary personel in the Border worlds Rheinland asks Clearence for a Wraith Fighter wing to Pass Through the Omicrons to Primus so that Schadel might be brought home.
Chancellery Millitary Command Out
Alignment:The Outcasts Status: Retired Personal Bio Click here Current Ships:The BlackPearl Base Of Operations:Pryde Villa, Planet Malta
This Marx Long. I will be happy to escort the RNC Schadel to New Berlin, assuming those - deleted due to content - Guild leave us alone. Unfortunately when we arrived at Cella Dor (9:59 omicron time) were unable to stay long enough to perform a S&R sweep as the - deleted due to content - Guild attacked us again. We were forced to retreat and found what we think is the remains of the Bastion, we performed what (i think) was the fast SAR on record and recovered aproximately 1/4 of the crew. As yet we have been unable to question them as to their origin due to their injuries and the fact that they had begun to run out of oxygen. We are currently on Gammu completing repairs and making sure the survivors are getting the best treatment possible.
Two days prior to the destruction of the RNC Aerus.
"Virus..." a voice called from inside his own head.
Hadrian stood and looked around his ready room near the bridge of the Aerus. "Who's there?!"
"Do not be afraid commander, I am not here to harm you. Although, I cannot say the same to anyone else who comes in here." More voices inside his head.
A hooded figure, barely visible, as though it was not completely existant. "You have been chosen. Follow me."
Hadrian reached into his desk drawer for his sidearm. "Your weapons are useless against me."
Ignoring this, Hadrian fired anyway. The projectile went right into the wall across from him. Hearing the shot two security guards rushed. "I warned you, Commander."
The hooded figure made its way slowly across the room towards the guards. It reached out what could be considered an arm. The two men convulsed violently, screaming, then dropped to the ground. Dead.
Virus watched in horror as the creature killed his men. "This is unacceptable! You are to leave now!"
"Commander, do you think I take orders from pathetic races, unfit to live? But I admire your ability to manipulate these other ones." The hooded figure turned its dark head to look right into Virus' soul. "Your perfect." It came up upon him, cold grey eyes staring down on him. It opened its cloak and wrapped it around him.
"Wait! What are you--" Virus' screams fell short. The creature now had his mind, his body, and his sight. With a double voice, the creatures and Virus' own, it said softly to itself, "I am too well known now. They must die."
Slowly they walked to the hangar. Slowly they climbed into the fighter. Slowly they started the engine. Slowly they shot out the hangar doors. Slowly they watched the crew in there die. Then slowly, they took flight.
On Freeport 9; 2 days and 12 hours prior to the destruction of the RNC Aerus.
"We need an Eagle."
"We do have one for sale. One of the newer models, quite expensive. If you wish, I can show you, and come up with a price after you trade in your current ship."
"We have a Rheinland Military Wrath. Brand new, no damage."
"I... You can have the Eagle. That ship is a marvel. Its not often I get to work with a Military craft."
Quote:{From the Aerus}
We are under attack! Requesting immediate back-up. It seems to be an Eagle and a Nomad fighter. There are more ships on long-range scanners, possibly Corsair or Outcast fighters.
To all in the immedaite area, we are at Planet Cella Dor in the Omicron Gamma system, please assist.
Please hurry, the hull is collap-- {Message lost}
"Good, the comms tower is gone. Now for a little fun of our own."
"Open a comms channel, all frequencies."
"You won't be hearing from your comrades anytime soon. Maybe never again.
Your welcome to come join them if you wish.
Their bodies will be.... Hrrr.... D*** it! The Shadel has arrived ahead of schedule.
You shall hear from us again."
"DarkStar, the Shadel has arrived."
Virus' new Eagle turned towards the Aerus. Guns blazing at him, he launched two Nova Torpedoes, one into the engines and one into the bridge.
"The Aerus is down, have fun with the Shadel, DarkStar. We're out of here."
He hovered a few moments watching the Aerus drift into the atmoshpere of Cella Dor, then turned and activated his cruise engines.
Attention all ships! This is Captain Heinrich of the RNC MDP Schadel. We managed to limp back to Rhinland without any problems. It was apparent that our current setup was underpowered, so we've done a bit of an overhaul. Deployment orders have come in, and we're headding out to the Omicron Systems to serve as a strong point for search and recovery efforts.
Heinrich out.
- - Transmission Ended - -
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
Care for some support? We have some spare time. We apologize for not receiving transmissions earlier, our comms tower had been damaged by an unidentified flying object. Most likely a 'roid.
We have peiced together information that Virus has gone missing, and that the Aerus is gone. I'm currently in charge of the Dresden Battlegroup then, aren't I?
Have arrived at planet Anchorage, and have Secured the " Package " From our Agents will remain in Orbit untill the Second Phase is ready to be deployed.
RNC Baltic Out
Alignment:The Outcasts Status: Retired Personal Bio Click here Current Ships:The BlackPearl Base Of Operations:Pryde Villa, Planet Malta
We are back in the orbit of Kurile now. We found no survivors from the attack. Mostly because the other ships reached the battle site first, and rescued the survivors.
We found some nomad fighters in our way back to kurile, but our new directed-energy turrets made quick work of them...
I had notice from Admiral dab. He told me he was able to rescue a few survivors from the debris of the aerus.
While we were on the aerus debris field, we found some escape pods. Unfortunately they occupants were already dead, but not from being exposed to open space. they were dead before the hull of the escape pod collapsed.
The doctor is now doing an autopsy to one of the corpses, so we can figure out how they died...
(If you find any mistake in my English, please let me know via a PM)
(Really, I speak terrible English, so please, tell me if I make mistakes. I'd like to improve it a bit )
We have recived a distress call form the Defender.
Apparently they are under nomad control.
According to their message, the nomads took control of the Defender, and attacked a rheinland ship, but the crew managed to disconnect the Defender's targeting system, allowing for the ship to escape...
We are now on route to rheinland space io order to re take the defender from nomads...
(If you find any mistake in my English, please let me know via a PM)
(Really, I speak terrible English, so please, tell me if I make mistakes. I'd like to improve it a bit )
DarkStar leaned back in his chair on Planet Crete. The communications were intercepted, copied, and sent here, all of them. The massive banks of computers annalised each and every packet, decoding, storing, and categorizing all the transmission made. He smiled. They have no idea that I hear all they hear. A high priorety message beeped at him, and he concentrated on it to open the file.
Quote:To Rheinland High command
From-RNC Baltic-Alaska System
Have arrived at planet Anchorage, and have Secured the " Package " From our Agents will remain in Orbit untill the Second Phase is ready to be deployed.
RNC Baltic Out
"What's this all about?" He murmured to himself. He flipped on a mic and spoke.
"Virus; This is DarkStar. I've picked up a strange Rhinland comm transmision. Something about a package around Planet Anchorage in the Alaska System. I'm sending a wing of Corsairs out there to probe the area, but I think this might be some big trouble. I respectfully request that you go there yourself to find out what's going on. I'm going myself in a bit. I think it would be best if they didn't know of our presence. DarkStar out."
The transmission was encoded, and sent along a private network of comm sats.
"All right, my dear Chancelor... What are you up to?"
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
This is Marx Long. Apologies to all for the lack of communications recently.
We were unable to determine what ship the survivors we rescued had come from as they have all died from radiation sickness. It seems that they had been waiting for rescue and were forced to the reactors to keep warm, but the reactor shielding had been damaged. All their personal effects have been placed into secure storage until we can figure out where to send them.
During our repairs it was discovered that the engines and armour had become useless, however we have found detailed plans for an old class of house battleship and have begun to modify it as we stockpile the resources needed to build it.
The robots left behind by the zoner colonists are still working and have been extremely helpful, most have also indicated that they wish to leave with us and as we will be short handed I have agreed that any robots who wish to come with us are welcome to.
This will be the last transmission for a while as we will be busy building our new ship, Marx Long out.