==Incoming Transmission== ID: Melissa Jones, Leader of Velvet.
Date: 13th October, 826 A.S.
Location: Comms Room, The Cryolite, Omicron Kappa, exact location unknown.
Encryption: ***Unbeatable***
Subject: You're current assignment.
Stood in front of a blacked out background, Melissa bows her head respectfully, as she speaks to Bob in a friendly tone.
"Bulldog! I hear you been taking to your new position well, and have only positive things to say about what you and your teams have accomplished within your time already. However, now may be one of your biggest challenges and assignments to date, and one that will end up being on going. You have what I like to call 'carte blanche' for this.
Our dearly beloved flagship is in need of a total refit. We're talking state of the art. I want it to rival what our allies have. This is a monumental task, so will give you free reign to do this as you see fit. Work with allies of the Order, Core, The Brotherhood, GRG. These are the priority upgrades;
Power systems - They need to be able to deal with the massive power requirements that will be needed on the other projects.
The electronics - Yeah, this is broad, but the scanners, the life support, the communication systems yadda yadda. Needs to be able to communicate across Sirius without issues, and keep an eye on what's in the current system.
Armour - What's a war ship without the capability to take a few fits. After all, as pretty as the Aquilon is, if it can't take a bit of plasma fire, it won't stay pretty for long.
Weapons - Ohh yes! Guns! The very best guns. Again, this may be a conversation with Order or Core about this sort of thing. They're by far the best with what we can work with out here. And well, we all know the best defence is a strong offence.
The ability to pass through unseen - Yes, cloaks, cloak disruptors, jump systems. You name it, it goes on this ship. As well, why don't we look at making it look a bit more... Stand out? Velvet insignia, a darker paint scheme, stealthier launch bays. Hey, go wild on the styling as well! I know you like the flair.
Oh, and er, Bob... I don't expect a five minute job here. I'm fully prepared to leave this ship for as long as is needed to make it the ultimate in Nomad destruction, in protecting our people and above all securing our freedom out here in the edge worlds. I'm keeping this as vague as possible to allow you as much freedom on the project as needed.
You have a blank check, as well as what ever supplies you need. Keep me updated when we reach relevant milestones.
The ship will be at the main dry dock shortly."
Melissa smiles as she bows her head respectfully. The transmission begins to end.
Velvet HC
Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson the third, Esquire.
Omicron Kappa █ █ █ █ █
Cryolite Retrofit
Hail Milleh!
Finally lettin' me play with da big toys aye?
*Loud and boisterous laughted could be heard moments before Bob slammed his fist on the desk*
You bet yer secret Velvet calender tha' it's gonna be a beaut o' a ship when I'm done with it.
The Crolite arrived and is currently in tha drydock. We're runnin' some scans before we get started properly.
Gotta know what we're dealin' with before makin' adjustments aye?
I'll let tha' former IRG fella know we'll need em ta hand over one o their powercells, should
ensure tha ship has some unpresidented power!
==Incoming Transmission== ID: Melissa Jones, Leader of Velvet.
Date: 16th September, 826 A.S.
Location: ***Unknown location***
Encryption: ***Unbeatable***
Subject: Your current assignment.
Mel smiles, obviously enjoying Bob's demeanour and his attitude. She laughs lightly, trying her best to remain slightly professional but over all, just enjoying his whole positive and boisterous attitude.
"Bulldog, you definitely have a way with words, and I can only commend you on lifting my spirits, which has been much needed.
Just er, Bob... Try not to start painting pictures of yourself on it or something crazy, eh?
Either way, let me know when all 5 stages are done. As stated, you have a blank cheque on this, and all the Iridum and Azurite that is needed to achieve this. As well as support from Core, Order, Corsairs and whomever else is willing to work on the most combat capable capital ship that the Zoners will ever produce. After all, we're only strong because of our friends which you will be a lot more diplomatic than myself with.
And Bob... Good work so far. Really, I can't express how much you've already done for our organisation."
Melissa smiles and bows her head respectfully as the transmission begins to end.
Completed:
1. Zoner powercore replaced with Nuclear Powercore (complete overkill)
2. Stripbar (and normal bar) converted to crew cafeteria (healthy foods only), strip poles used in making childrens playpen
as well as several gym devices.
3. Casino converted into high end medical facility.
4. Shopping Outlet converted into selling healthy (often vegan) alternatives for those that want to deviate from the cafeteria's menu.
5. Part of the crews quarters converted to day care center, for when Velvets moms have to charge into battle.
6. Activating jump drive initates the onboard computer to play 'bad to the bone' throughout the ship on all levels.
7. Launching snub vessels from the carrier initiates the onboard computer to play 'who let the dogs out' throughout the ship on all levels.
8. Armor retrofitting to repair wear and tear.
9. Weapon hardpoints overhaul.
10. Suggestion boxes added to every floor.
11. Face of a feral bulldog (actual dog) printed on both the captainchairs headrest and seating.
12. Extensive Gym with motivational posters and several android instructors to help get the most gains.
13. Using nanobots initiates the onboard computer to play 'I'm still standing' throughout the ship on all levels.
Extra Features:
1. Dirty socks are hidden in several rooms, often single socks.
2. One data recording of Bulldog tossing dog biscuits at people, shouting they're doing a good job.
3. A dirty pair of mens underwear in Mels room, the picture of a rabid dog imprinted somewhere on it.
4. Automatic cleaner robots, they know better then to go anywhere near anything that belonged to Bulldog. i.e. extra feature 1 and 3.
5. 2 cupholders for the captains chair.
Stood in a refit cargo bay of an Eagle, Melissa seems in good health, She bows her head, speaking in a soft and friendly Cambridge accent.
"Bulldog, following the recent message from Tia, I'll be taking the ship under my own banners. This means that I'll be coming to take the Cryo on to new adventures. Before I get there, please can you ensure the following are done, as more a gesture of good will than anything. My crew will see that this is done to assist:
Firstly, the bar needs to be returned to how it was. I can't stress how important this.
Secondly, the shopping outlet restored. The Cryolite won't be used any further for combat, and is going to be a mobile base of operations for me and my teams.
Thirdly, the day care centre can be scrapped. My team will rebuild the original quarters. I guess the medical facility can be downsized to make room for a new casino that Hagosha can work on.
Fourthly, all the songs will be disabled... For the love of all that's holy, what the hell have you done to my ship!
Finally... They will be clearing up the mess. And those suggestion boxes will definitely be removed.
This is to be done before my arrival. As soon as I have my baby back, the crew are happy and we're ready, we'll be leaving the Kappa system. I'll be leaving the crew who are loyal to the Velvet banner at Livadia, but keeping those who will remain with me. This is their choice as to what they chose to do. When we leave, we'll be back when we can. But things now, are going to be very different, and my operations will be away from the Omicrons now.
All that said, good job on the refits, Bulldog. I do like the two cup holders for the captain's chair. Good touch! And we'll be in contact again soon."
Melissa winks playfully, bowing her head respectfully as the transmission begins to end.
Velvet HC
Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson the third, Esquire.
Omicron Kappa █ █ █ █ █
Cryolite Retrofit
"Hail the- What the!?"
*Bulldogs face stares at the monitor, an expression of complete disbelief on his face as he slowly turned towards a ball at the side of his desk.
It was a peculiar ball, roughly volleyball shaped with a bad red haired wig and a clumbsily drawn on face. Bulldog kept turning between the ball
and the screen, trying to get his mind to comprehend what was going on before finally blurting out*
"THERE'S TWO O' YE!?"
*The man let out a tortured groan before slamming his fist on the desk*
"Och dis nae good, which is the real one....how can I possibly tell ye apart! No doubt both o ya will claim ta be the real Milleh!'
*The sudden impact caused the ball to roll from its pedestal, bumping into Bulldogs arm. A sigh of relief followed from Bulldog.*
"Aye you're right Milleh, you'd never lie ta me. Not after hidin' here when tha pressure got too much for ya"
*With renewed composure Bulldog patted the ball and put it back on its pedestal, whispering "Dunnae worry lass, I'll take care o' tha imposter."
before turning back to miss Jones.*
"Allright lassy, you want the Cryolite aye? Fortunately for you Velvet high command has approved its release. I cannae make any of the change ya request
as the ship is no longer in the drydock. The moment the decision was made tha' it'll be given to ya we launched it and kept it parked outside so we can focus
on buildin' Velvets fleet."
*A brief glimps is shown of several half constructed destroyer class vessels, one brandishing a large picture of a winking Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson on the stern.*
"Ah...beautiful" Bulldog whispered, a single manly tear rolling down his right eye.
"Now then, ya crew should already be onboard, have fun with tha Cryolite and dunnae do anythin' stupid with its powercore!"
Standing in a converted cargo bay of a fighter with high grade living arrangements. She chuckles lightly at the response from Bulldog and bows her head respectfully, speaking in her soft Cambridge accent.
"Damn, Bulldog... Need to lay off that happy juice! You're gonna give yourself one hell of a headache!
Not that it's my position to tell you what to do anymore... But hey, just some friendly advice.
I'll be taking over the ship again some time in the future in Omicron Theta. I'll be asking the crew to move the ship to Pygar's orbit to act as security there, should it be needed, but will mostly be stood down. If you need the ship to assist, let me know, and I'll get in contact with the crew to get them to move it.
Until then, take care, Bulldog. I'll be in the area some time soon if you want a catch up or if the rest of the group want to get back in contact. No point being a ghost, eh?"
Melissa chuckles and she nods her head respectfully.