Belin looked out of the staions window at the ring and then at the shuttle full of people who would be joining him on the maiden voyage. He had just found ot that his father had funded the creation of the rings and the government had just discovered that he was the son of the famous Belin Rein. Now he just floated there, waiting for the shuttle to dock, the shuttle that would take him and a select few others to the future of their entire species.
Jason sat in the lounge, sipping his coffee as he read the announcements on the board. Suddenly, the loudspeaker blared, "Captain Crunch to line three. Captain Crunch to line three." Ignoring the strange looks and smothered giggles, Jason walked stonily over to Line three. "Hello?"
"Captain, you have been cleared for launch pad 9. Your ship awaits you."
"Has it been repaired and refueled as I requested?"
"Affirmative."
"Very well then. Thank you." He set down the phone and proceeded to the launch area.
His starship was a four-seater Alpha class: sleek, beautiful, and deadly. The laser cannons poking out of the stubby wings testified to that, as did the launch tube on the underside, which loaded Mark 184's, the newest interspacial missile. Jason climbed into the cockpit. "This is Alpha 8, ready for takeoff.
"Alpha 8, this is Rhodia control tower. You are cleared for takeoff."
"Roger."
As he pulled on the joystick, his craft rose into the air, then accelerated on it's trip into orbit. Once in orbit, he set the coordinates for Gamma 539, then entered hyperspace.
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The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for.
OOC: So you're Belin Rein II? because you just said you were the son of Belin Rein, excuse me for being picky and/or ignorent about the details, but I just noticed that.
Emilya braced herself as the ship shuddered to a halt. When they were safly docked she continued with her maintenence duties, keeping the ship in good health for the long voyage. No more maintinence checks to do she gazed up at the stars. No matter how many charts or holograms you see there is no comparison to the real diamonds in the void of space. She slipped out her notebook and started drawing, clearly outlining a picture and matching it with the star patterns. Simple drawings now, they may be a map back to Earth for future generations, in case the rings should fail. Her thoughts turning again to the mission, Emilya gazed at the gigantous structure, a monster, yet a becon of the hope to come.
OOC: I will really need someone to knock her out of her almost constant daydreams... anyone want the part?
Anything is Possible...
And Yet, Nothing is Probable.
Ceclia sat there quitetly looking out of the window. She did not want to be there but it's always nice to have someone that's part of the medical team around. She watched Emilya draw... something. "It must be nice to have artistic talent."she thought to herself.
OOC: Hyperspacial travel can take anywhere from 1 day to 5 years, depending on the distance. In this case it's about two days in flight, that is if we go in a straight line and don't run into anything along the way. However a wormhole, like the rings make, will take you any distance in a matter of seconds.
IC: Belin strapped himself in a couple seconds after takeoff and started to fall asleep, he enjoyed the quiet and wished he were back in his secluded home on earth. "I hope this won't take long," he said just before dozing off.
Emilya felt a presence behind her and turned as the woman stopped speaking, she turned the page on her notebook and wrote quickly "What was that, I am sorry I can't hear, or speak, but I am able to lipread if you could repeat yourself." Holding it out to her, she blushed, not really wanting people pitying her as they always do.
Anything is Possible...
And Yet, Nothing is Probable.
Cecilia was confused at Emilya's gesture and then it hit her. "Oh I get it!" she said. Turning to Emilya Cecila said slowly so that she could lip read "Hi I'm Cecilia."
Emilya flushed yet again and wrote: "You don't have to spell it out, just make sure I am facing you when you speak. And my name's Emilya Songwrit, I am the chief mechanic for this rig." She stood, and held out her hand in the age old fashion. Even after thousands of years we still have such guestures as shaking hands she thought silently. Small universe.[/i]
Anything is Possible...
And Yet, Nothing is Probable.
Alex strapped himself into his seat. He had been nominated by his sqaudren for space training. He was to safegaurd the shuttle and it's human cargo from anyone (or thing) that might try to damage the craft. In return he got a berth and to keep the fighter.
Formerly DragonRider. Almost teenage me could have been more imaginative with names.
OCC: DragonRider, can our characters know each other from flight school?
OCC: The practice of shaking hands as a greeting is old; it is a gesture that you do not have a weapon in your hand and is therefore peaceful in nature.
IC: Jason's starship exited hyperspace over the planetary surface. Jason pressed the intercom. "Unidentified shuttle and escorts, this is the U.S. Vessel Cordon. I presume you are bound for the planet Gamma 539?"
The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for.
IC: Alex got his craft ready. He felt the tug of the warp as they entered hyperspace. I hope I don't have to fight in hyperspace he said to himself. Reality flies out the window. My weopons are useless in hyperspace.
Formerly DragonRider. Almost teenage me could have been more imaginative with names.
Belin felt the jolt of the jump and woke immediately, He stood up and went to grab something to eat. He knew that it was going to be freeze-dried, but he was starving. As he sat down he tore open the packet of food and started eating.
Alex and his squadran exited hyperspace. They surrounded the ship. They sent out the magnetic rods and clipped themselves to the craft as not to be yanked away in hyperspace. They had rendezvoused around Jupiter. Jason, this is Wing Commander Alex. Over.
Formerly DragonRider. Almost teenage me could have been more imaginative with names.
OOC: Oh, sorry, Vaina2 kinda dissapeared as I was chatting with her, which is really kind of annoying.
IC: Emilya returned to the bridge. She made sure the captain wasn't busy before handing him the notebook. It gave all the stats on the repair checks, as well as a note on the bottom that read: "All clear, when is the arrival estimate, sir? Shall I inform the passangers?"
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I will really need someone to knock her out of her almost constant daydreams... anyone want the part?
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