Ensign:Captain, the last of the Pirate attackers has Withdrawn, the weapons we Secured From Anchorage are being Transfered to Oder right now.
Captain:Excellent, now The Ruins on Anchorage, do you know if any other Groups know of there Location?
Ensign:No Sir, maybe the Nomads, but these are Domkavash Ruins, and Anchorage is a Lifeless World they probably don't even scan it.
Captain:Good, Set course for Alaska, and make sure to get Flight Clearence through Texas and Newyork from the Sirrus Federation, don't want anyone suspecting anything.
Captain....
Captain:Yes Ma'am, what can I do for you?
Voice:Is everything going smoothly?
Captain:Yes Ma'am everything set, we're going back and collecting the Rest of the Artifacts.
Voice:Excellent, our moment of glory is soon to come captain and what we will unleash will destroy the very foundations of Sirrus......
Alignment:The Outcasts Status: Retired Personal Bio Click here Current Ships:The BlackPearl Base Of Operations:Pryde Villa, Planet Malta
Virus watched the BHG fight the nomads in Omicron Delta.
"What pitiful fighters." A message beeped at him from his consol. "Hm? What's this?"
"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."
Virus smiled. The return message was simple, even if it was decoded, no one would know what for until it was too late.
It read:
Since you have helped me, I shall return the favor.
No contacts, no names, no voices, useless to anyone who intercepted it.
The first indication anyone had that DarkStar had arrived was a small one. A lone Hugenot cruiser burst fourth from the jumphole to Omicron Delta, and the energies began to simmer down from the jumphole. The cruiser made a quick check around the space, and confirmed that no other ships were detected in the area. That ment the energy from the jumphole would be written off as just another part of them. Bursts of energy like that happened all the time, and more often then not nothing came through. Good. Our presence is not known.
DarkStar leaned back in his command chair, and looked about the bridge. His crew was drawn from all tracts of life. Some were even outcasts and corsairs that wanted to go with the Phantoms. There were, of course, some problems with this but DarkStar got around to everyone in time to prevent any serious damage, physical or otherwise.
"Set course for planet Anchorage, but stay in the cloud. We don't want to get noticed."
"Aye sir!"
The ship spun, and the great engines began to build up a charge.
"Now, let's see what our dear friend the Chancellor is doing here."
It was not long after that the ship reached the edge of Anchorages' gravity well. The cruiser skirted the edges, and sent powerful scans into the cleared space and even onto the planet itself.
"Sir! I think we found a dig site!"
"Where!?"
"Right here, sir." The ensign pulled up a graphic of Anchorage. "I guess that's what Rhinlands doing out here."
"Hmm... Sure, but why..." DarkStar suddenly got a nasty thought.
"Oh ****... Get me a line to Yellow 14!"
"Aye!"
DarkStar waited for the communications link to be established between himself and the leader of the Corsair group. He already knew what to expect.
"Sir! No responce."
"Figures. Keep on your toes, go to red alert status!"
Klaxons wailed, and the gun crews rushed up to man the turrets. Fresh topidos were slid into the slots, and the ship readied itself for whatever would come.
"Keep on this headding, around Anchorage, and keep scanning. We won't move in untill we know for sure that there arn't any serious threats!"
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
"DarkStar; this is Virus. The Corsairs never met up with us." Virus said uncannily calm as he came out of the nebula behind them. "We assume that they have been dispatched."
He pulled up rather close the cruiser. "We do not wish to be found, we have no clue what kind of weaponry, or ships they have out here, and don't wish to test our luck. And in case your wondering, that's the reason for such a weak transmission."
DarkStar growled.
"I figured as much. We'll lay low for a while, scanning and trying to find out what's up with this dig site. I've set the scanner for a narrow beam, so the only way they'll find it is if they're looking right at it."
He glanced down at the spinning planet. "I wonder what Rhinland was doing way out here... with a dig site on a steril planet?"
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
Why we were still carring those alien artifacts was a mystery to me, all they seemed to do was attract those weird Blue creatures, and some of the bigger ones at that.
But then, the boys on Oder found out, the chanceller before mad'am Samus used them when he waged war on Kusari, weird but very, very dangerous, they hooked it up to the main reactor and when the engineers turned it on. Well its safe to say we could park right outside a Outcast base and they wouldn't have known we where there even with a fleet of starships.
Chancellers calling for all Project captains to mmet with her, wonder what the next bag of toys is going to be.
Log End
Alignment:The Outcasts Status: Retired Personal Bio Click here Current Ships:The BlackPearl Base Of Operations:Pryde Villa, Planet Malta
You pay proceed, but advance with caution. Stay out of sight unless absolutly necissary.
Oh, and if you happen to identify an "RNC Baltic" try and capture it. Find the cargo manafist and see what it was hauling and to where.
Out.
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
As he read the report on the invasion Fleet Admiral Dab decided today was a good day.
Captain Defel: Fleet Admiral our ships have penetrated the planetary shield. We wil begin the missile bombardment of all the military bases on the surface.
Fleet Admiral Dab Good. Make sure not to hit any civilian buildings. The chanceller will have my head if we kill any civilians.
Captain Defel: Yes sir.
So far the main resistance has been centered in Hamburg near the minefield where Vakklu had started the creation of a secret shipyard weeks before the assasination attempt of the chanceller. Dab felt contempt when he thought of that. The chanceller shouldn't have held such a loose grip on her military.
Communication station ensign: Sir we are receiving a transmission from Admiral Drash.
Fleet Admiral Dab: Put it up on the screen.
Incoming transmission
Admiral Drash: Sir we have spotted former Admirals of the Chanceller attacking Rheinland ships.
Fllet Admiral Dab: Send them a transmission to head to planet Mallorca in Omicron Alpha. They will be meet there by their Chanceller and are best fighter pilot protecting her. Oh and inform the Outcasts that they are not to fire upon them.
Admiral Drash: Yes Sir.
Yes today was a very good day.
Dab relaxes as he watches the bombardment continue. Rheinland would be his, one way or another.
Communication station ensign: Sir we are picking up another transmission, it is regestering a Phantom I.D.
Fleet Admiral Dab: Send it to my chambers. I will recieve it there.
Communication station ensign: Aye sir.
Now what could he want?
Dab heads to his chambers, the battle raging outside forgotten...