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| Topic Started: Jun 17 2009, 10:07 PM (366 Views) | |
| NRE | Jun 17 2009, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: I'm going to change the name, just wanted to start this story up and of course as always it needs a name so that'll do for now. IC: Synthia Prime, Nag Eghoeg... Tricia Tetrazzini was without a doubt a very attractive woman. Her long beautiful blonde hair curried at the tips, creating a sexy bounce when she walked. Her body had the kind of curves any man would spend his entire life-savings over and perhaps most interesting although a bit intimidating was that Tricia Tetrazzini was a very brilliant woman. She had come to Nag Eghoeg through a student transfer program at the local university, and was having the time of her life in their computer science department. She grew up in a small Italian village in the countryside outside of Rome. Life was nice for her there and she enjoyed the years she spent there, especially her time at the university of Rome. Though certainly a bit more formal and conservative then the university here, she did not take long to adjust to the change. Many of her college friends teased her over the conservativeness of her hometown but she never let it bother her. Tonight nothing was going to bother her, for tonight wasn't about home, school, or even work back at the lab. Tonight was all about her chance to meet a man that had quickly become her idol, and even more so her secret crush. James Callis was the rising star in the Nagian scientific community. He had published several works and had been honored at several university and state dinners. Certainly he was on a fast track to becoming one of the finest minds in the Nagian science world, perhaps even the entire Dominions. Tricia herself had never met James though she had read all his work. Luckily for her however, through a friend of a friend, she was given an invitation to perhaps one of the most exclusive parties of the night. You see Dr. Callis had just gotten word from Dominion officials in Nag Eghgoeg that he was being signed into a very classified project and would be leaving his hometown soon. Everyone was so excited that his closest friends decided to throw him a very exclusive going away party. Even Dr. Callis wasn't aware that the Dominion had chosen him to join a new research team for the MJOLNIR II satellite facility and that in a few days he'd be flown out to Australia to begin his work. Tricia was determined to make a very good first impression on James, and wore a very provocative, yet classy red dress. She was escorted to the party by her friend who by their own connections had managed to get her an invitation. They mingled together for several hours as the party began in its early stages. After a few speeches and toasts, the party got in full swing. Tricia waited for the right opportunity to approach James, hoping to catch him alone when she first met him. This was a difficult task indeed as it seemed like every time she caught up with him, he was surrounded by other party attendees. Finally she caught her chance as he stepped out onto the balcony of the high rise Condo that the party was being held at to get some fresh air. She followed him and, quietly she approached him trying not to make much of a sound until finally, in an innocent yet sweet toned voice she spoke. "Dr. Callis, my name is Tricia Tetrazzini and I just wanted to say what a pleasure it was to be able to come to your party..." Edited by NRE, Jun 17 2009, 10:12 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Jun 17 2009, 10:10 PM Post #2 |
Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- May I suggest "Breaking the Hammer"? MJOLNIR and all that... Also, if necessary, I give you permission to use General Hans Ubrecht... Nice start. |
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| NRE | Jun 17 2009, 10:14 PM Post #3 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: I was going to go with the name of a God whom is associated with the heavens/stars but I've drawn a black thus far. Then again I've never been good with the Parthenons. That said, Breaking the Hammer isn't a bad suggestion. Oh and dually noted about the General, thank you. |
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| Ulgania | Jun 17 2009, 10:19 PM Post #4 |
A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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OOC: I think you mean 'pantheon' :lol: Orion, as in the constellation could work, as he's a hunter. |
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| New Harumf | Jun 18 2009, 08:20 AM Post #5 |
Bloodthirsty Unicorn
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So could Andromeda - or Persius. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jun 18 2009, 11:58 AM Post #6 |
The Devil's Advocate
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OOC: I was gonna suggest Andromeda because there really is a shortage of Star Gods over those who live among the stars. The geek in me want's to suggest Deceiver or Void Dragon as a thread title. Also, apologies if this post doesn't make sense or if it's too wordy. I think I'm trying to hard. If NRE wants to skip forward, don't feel like we have to play out this conversation line by line - I just felt it might be more interesting this way. IC: Callis turned to face the voice addressing him. He paused for just a moment to appraise the girl before him: a pause not long enough to be sleazy, but not quite short enough to be as suave as he had intended. "It's a pleasure to have you here." Callis responded automatically. He had almost "optimised" himself to run like one of his experiments or computer programs: a pretty woman at a high class event (and all the events thrown for him by his sponsor were high class) almost mechanically triggered a response meant to be charming in an almost flawless "Synth" accent. The irony of his "self programming" would have struck him as bitterly ironic, if he was self aware enough to notice it. Because while he was renowned in all scientific fields, his programming skills fell consideredbaly short of his reputation... the reputation that had put him on the MJOLNIR project. But his success had left him with a kind of blind vanity that robbed him of all self awareness. Perhaps that was for the best. "I was beginning to think that this event was exclusively for hoary old military men and dull programmers. I think you might have just made my evening. So how does a beautiful woman like yourself get into a dull soiree like this? You don't strike me as the military type - unless you're a spy sent to kill me." Callis gives a small refined chuckle at his own joke and sips at his drink to give the girl a chance to reply. |
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| NRE | Jun 19 2009, 09:54 PM Post #7 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: Yeah I figured we'd setup the past and then press the Fast Forward on this puppy. I can take the lead if you wish ^^ IC: Tricia giggled at James' humor, smiling at the man as she noticed him observing her good looks. "I am a transfer student at the university, I'm in programming myself" she said in a tone that made every word seem like a dirty little secret that only two lovers revealed. "Of course I am no were near the brilliance of your work Dr. Callis." She began to bat her eyes at James as she talked. "If I am not to forward, I just wanted to tell you that I've read everything you've published" said Tricia. "I think your work is revolutionary and I know whatever it is your being sent out to work on you will excel at the work. Nagians, in fact the whole World Dominion is lucky to have such a brilliant mind such as yourself. I only hope one day I can work alongside such brilliant individuals such as yourself." "I must say that Synthia Prime is a beautiful city" said Tricia in a cute and innocent sort of way. I love that my studies have allowed me to travel beyond my hometown and into some of the more interesting places within the Dominion. I think my favor part of all of it has to be the interesting and more dashing people I've been given the chance to meet." Tricia began to sip the drink she had been holding since she started talking to James. She never took her eyes off the man hoping that he got the subtle hints she was throwing his way. She concentrated so far on him as if she was trying to hypnotize the man to take whatever suggestion she made. If she played her cards right she had every intention of not leaving the party alone by the end of the evening. |
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| NRE | Jun 24 2009, 06:04 PM Post #8 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: Pushing this along, since this needs to be done to free up Europe a bit. IC: An indeed Tricia did not leave the party alone that night. Using the usual feminine ways she excited and interest James as a woman both for her obvious beauty as well as her intellect. She knew a great deal about the field in which James had devoted most of his life to thus far. What began that night back in James' own lavish apartment was nothing short of a heated and passionate love affair. It lasted for the entire week while James was still in town, the two hardly left his bedroom aside from the occasional need for food and drinks. Then as quick as it had started, it seemed as if it was going to end. James was leaving for Australia where he would work on the MJOLNIR project. Tricia feared that he would leave and the two would find no way of seeing each other again. However, to her glee it appeared that James had already made arrangements. It seemed the Dominion was allowing him to live in the near by city where he had already secured himself a flat. As soon as he was settled he promised Tricia that he would send for her. She would make sure to keep him at his word. The savored one last kiss before she was left standing there watching him board the plane. After the aircraft had disappeared over the horizon, Tricia returned to her own apartment of which she hadn't spent much time in since meeting James. She sat before her computer and wrote an email for home. It was to her mother for which she wrote that she had much to discuss with her. She told her mother she had met a nice gentlemen while in Syntha Prime. Though never naming him, she told her mother of his important work and that if all went well she would be moving across town to be near him. The email was sent to an address, which for all purposes to computers monitoring emails from Nag Ehgoeg, that was within the borders of Catholic Europe. How mistaken they would be as the emails final destination was far more west than the borders of Catholic Europe. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jun 25 2009, 08:20 AM Post #9 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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OOC: Sorry about lack of activity here, looking for work is kicking my ass. IC: True to his word, it wasn't long before Tricia was sent for. The high security surrounding the MJOLNIR project made the process a little unreal. Without so much as a phone call or a letter from James, a Dominion security officer knocked on Tricia's apartment door informing her that she was to be shipped out to Australia on the request of Dr. Callis. The moment she had been waiting for had come at last and she packed hastily before being escorted to the plane that would take her to Australia. The flight, though super-sonic, was tedious. And she was filled with a little apprehension when she was informed that she would not be going directly to James's new apartment in the city but escorted promptly to the maximum security base where the project work was being undertaken. It seemed that James had already taken care of giving her clearance. She was guided through the security and check points in a dazed blur until finally she stood in front of James in his computer filled lab. **** James was tired. He could feel the bags under his eyes, but that didn't really matter. The scope of over-hauling the security and operations systems on the MJOLNIR satellite was taxing his abilities. The first few days had been almost unbearable: the current code being used on the satellite was written in a niche Kasynian Programing Language (named SARTRE) he had never worked with before. Fear of failure was the only thing that kept him going... until he found, at the bottom of his luggage, a research paper. A very detailed paper evaluating the SARTRE programming language and it's applications. It had to have belonged to the girl - Tricia - she'd said she was studying computers didn't she? Finding the paper had been a god-send. Serendipity. A most fortunate accident. It seemed that Tricia would be perfect for helping him with this project. And if bringing her to Australia meant keeping his promise to her and continuing their passionate liaison, then so much the better. Even though he never did work out how he managed to do it, it really was good luck that he had accidentally packed her research paper. At least, that was what he believed... |
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| NRE | Jun 25 2009, 03:23 PM Post #10 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Tricia worried over all the fuss that had been made at her expense to get to Australia but was so pleased to once again be at James' side. Within days the two seemed to resume their old habits for which they had picked up in Nag Ehgoeg. Except this time it seemed the relationship was a bit more. Although James had found the ability to pull strings in the Dominion's hierarchy to allow Tricia to live with him and occasionally visit him at the facility, he found it impossible to exempt her from the tedious year long background checks and exams which landed him his job. Yet, though Tricia was not allowed in the facility to actually do any work, she became an interesting pillar with which James came to rely on. His intellect refused to allow him to believe that Tricia was actually helping him with the work, given her basic studies that she had been involved with. Instead he believe, much like in the case of the paper, that her suggestions were simply the luck of the drawn, and that the read ideas and solutions were his own designs simply kick-started from her simplistic suggestions. Tricia, on her own part, never let on one way or another to whether or not her suggests were purely luck or the end of a well organized intellectual thought process. Thus, whether they knew it or not as a team they plugged forward and Dr. Callis made some very approved breakthroughs at the satellite facility. Things seemed to be going well and well organized thoughts of running his own project were well within the makings of his mind. That is, until finally he hit the brick wall he feared he'd come across. Dominion officials wanted progress and improvements to the coding of the Dominion's operating systems which wasn't something Dr. Callis was incapable of doing. His problem was in the fact that while the satellite remained operational the solutions could not be properly uploaded given the satellite's defenses against viral warfare and hacking. He had already been informed by Brigadier General Hans Ubrecht that a complete shutdown of the satellite was out of the question given that it was currently being used in active operations with the Dominion's military. Thus James came home with utter discussed with his work, given that he'd be assigned a job with a deadline that he could not meet given that the same people whom gave him the job were preventing him from completing it. He did not tell Tricia is so many words over their evening meal his problems, however given his expressions and mannerism she quickly deduced the problem, if only partially. The continued their conversation into the sitting area of their home where she was quick to beginning giving James a back rub and discussing with him his problem. James listened, if only amused by her simple thoughts and the soothing nature of her sensual voice. Then as it had so many times before, a small innocent phase caught James' attention. "Its a shame you can't just cut off certain sections of the program" Tricia said as she rubbed James' back. "That's it" James told her while turning around and embracing her with a passionate hug and kiss. "The program can be partially shutdown for the upgrade requirements needed. That should please the director and allow me to complete my work." James was utterly excited and Tricia became equally excited by his excitement, though er excitement meant something else. Before long the picture was clear as the two were in bed, there's bodies tangled between one another in the sweaty and hot passion the two had come to enjoyed. A passion for which lasted several hours before James finally collapsed in exhaustion and fell asleep. Tricia removed herself from the bed and went to her laptop where she wrote a letter to home. She told the family that she was doing find and that she continued to be amazed by Dr. Callis' work. If all went well he'd be entering the final leg of his work in two-days time, after which she'd be able to spend more time with him and see the sites of the local town they were staying in. The transmission went its regular course, ending where Dominion spies believed to be a small village in Catholic Europe. However, where it actually ended as a well encoded computer and read by Tricia's 'mother,' a 35 year old man who quickly printed the document and made a phone call. Within minutes he left his office for the Grey House. With the basement of the Greyhouse, in a well guarded room known as the President's ready-room, President Montgomery sat at the head of a long table. Along either side of the table sat in their respective seats Director Robert White of the Department of National Intelligence and his boss, National Intelligence Secretary Taylor Bolton, State Secretary Alexander Ballard, Defense Secretary William Holliday, the joint chiefs of staff, and a man who felt greatly out of place, a Major Tom Bowie. Each man sat quietly until at last the President finally spoke. "Gentleman after months of waiting, operation Persius has paid off" said the President. "I've been informed by NID that agent 6 has infiltrated the MJOLNIR II satellite facility and is as we speak have the satellite's defense shutdown for what the Dominion thinks will be a routine overall of their systems. I've also been told by the National Weather Observatory that tomorrow's weather will be the best we're going to get if we're going for launch. Major Bowie has been briefed as commander of the operation on the details but just to refresh the rest of us, I've asked Defense Secretary Holliday to explain to us how its going to play out." With that the lights in the room were dimmed to a very faint glow. A large monitor behind across the room from the President was brought on line and several different images were brought up. Secretary Holliday thanked the President for the floor and began his explaination. "The flight plan is simply, once we have conformation that the Satellite's defense are down, we will launch. Major Bowie and company will fly the space shuttle along the proscribed flight plan and bring it into orbit a few feet from the Satellite itself. Her defense will be down for two days, however some of our scientists fear that electronic radiation from the weapon's main gun which is current and will currently still be in operation as it floods Europe to keep communications there down, could interfere with the shuttle's electronics. Major Bowie will then disembark from the shuttle, connected to a towline and will by way of a rocket pack float from the shuttle to the Satellite. If our intelligence is correct, he will then maneuver himself around the Satellite until he comes to this maintenance hatch here. With her defense systems down, Major Bowie should have no problem opening up the control panel and hot wiring the door open. The compartment inside was designed for technician in a full space suit so Major Bowie should have no problems crawling into the assessed area into what is effectively the main core of the satellite. From there he will arm the bomb and leave the satellite with enough time to return the shuttle and have it break orbit to return to earth. We estimate that the explosive will be close enough to the Satellite's core to create a chain reaction. Nothing will be left of it gentlemen and the European front will be free to openly communicate with itself, perhaps saving them from a failed war." The Secretary turned back to the President. "I've already given the green light to prep everything for launch. Major Bowie and his crew will launch in less than 15 hours from now. If all goes according to plan the Satellite's defenses will be shutdown by the time the Shuttle comes into the proper orbit with the Satellite itself. Gentlemen may God smile upon the work we do here today and watch over the brave men like Major Bowie that we are sending into harms way." Edited by NRE, Jun 25 2009, 03:28 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Jul 8 2009, 05:26 PM Post #11 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- Ehem. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jul 8 2009, 05:31 PM Post #12 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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OOC: What? We waiting on me? Sorry. I thought... nevermind. I'm going out of town for the weekend - if Kas or NRE doesn't post I'll post when I get back on Sunday. |
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| Kasnyia | Jul 8 2009, 06:14 PM Post #13 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- My own involvement in this thread is gonna be minimal at best, so this is NRE and your show. |
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| NRE | Jul 8 2009, 09:36 PM Post #14 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: Well the story is 5 posts from being done, 3 from myself and a response from the two of you. I'll pick this up tomorrow at the latest I promise, and hopefully won't need either of you until Nag gets back so it'll be bang-bang-bang...we're done ^^ :lol:
Edited by NRE, Jul 8 2009, 09:36 PM.
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| NRE | Jul 10 2009, 09:53 PM Post #15 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Cape Canaveral, Florida... Posted Image Standing there alone in the moonlight as he looked at the Space Shuttle Orion gleaming, Major Tom Bowie took a long drag on his cigarette. The cool summer Floridian breeze softly ripped through the walkway to the shuttle. Off in his own little world mentally Major Tom never noticed Dr. Emily Wagner, a technician for the Space center approach him. When he did finally notice her standing there looking annoyed that he was wasting time smoking, he said nothing at first. Simply finished his smoke, put it out on the floor and then turned to her. "People tell me those things are going to be the death of me" Tom said jokingly in his soft toned voice. "I have a feeling they are wrong though, can't quite place why though." "The ship is waiting" said Emily still holding on to her annoyed look even if it was difficult while looking at the Major with his dreamy eyes. "All systems are go for launch Major." "Are you sure?" asked Tom, though that was a dumb question and he knew it. "Yes" said Emily, annoyed at his taste in humor. "Although I was sent to tell you that control is not convinced that the weather is right for launch but..." "What about the computer" Tom asked interrupting Emily. "But as I was going to say" said Emily, not acknowledging Tom's rude behavior. "The computer has the evidence to support a green light for launch" "Then no need to abort" said Tom "No, I suppose none at all" said Emily, "as side from the fact that the Commanding officer of this mission has yet to get seated." Tom said nothing but did Solute to Emily who resisted not finding it humorous. She helped him put his helmet and sealed his suit. They walked to the final elevator and rode it to the cockpit of the Shuttle. While Major Tom got situated in the cockpit, everyone in mission control seemed to be watching their monitors in a trance. They, along with the crew aboard the shuttle knew there was nothing left to chance and began a few final tests to make sure all was working. While control went back and forth with the crew to make sure each of the shuttle's systems were green, Tom could feel there was a tense atmosphere. He expected as much given the seriousness of their mission and what was at stake for their nation along with the rest of the world. Yet, he never once doubt his crew's ability as they were all veterans of the air force and the Space Program. He knew he could count on each and every one of his crew to do their duty and do it right the first time. Trying to relax up in the capsule, while the crew finished the final check on the systems, Tom cut in on the radio and told mission control to "send me up a drink." The crew couldn't help but chuckle at the request and even the mission director decided to play along, telling Tom that "a bottle of Jack Daniels will be waiting for you." With everything check and all green lights lit the count down started. Everyone in mission control seemed the hold their breath as the engines began to warm up and ignite. The crew of the shuttle sat calm as they manned their stations and brought everything online. Just as Major Tom had predicted they were preforming excellently. 4...... 3........ 2........ 1........ The final rockets ignited and the shuttle began to rise. They had lift off and a clean one at that as they left the launching pad. Higher and Higher they climbed into the night sky with both the crew and mission control ever fearful of an attack by Dominion fighters or missiles. The attack never came and instead the shuttle continued to climb higher and higher and faster and faster. Soon Florida was below them, then the entire Confederate states, the all of North America. Before long the night sky became clearer and clearer. Before they knew it they were breaking the atmosphere and leaving the comforts of the home they knew as Earth. "Second stage is cut" said Tom on the Radio. "We're now in orbit of Earth, stabilizers up and running perfect. Starting to collect requested data from the satellite." As the shuttle inched closer and closer towards the Defense satellite the computer finally determined that its defenses were indeed offline although its main weapon was still online and full functioning over Europe. Tom had the Pilot pull the shuttle into as close of an orbit with the Satellite as was recommended. Then with two other crew members he went to the back of the shuttle. It took the help of the two crewmen to help Tom strap on the explosive to the front of his suit, the rocket pack to the back of his suit and attach himself to the tow cable which would bring him back to the Orion when the mission was complete. After their work was finished, the two crewmen returned to the cockpit of the shuttle and had the bay doors opened. Slowly as the tow cable was loosened Tom began to float out of the Shuttle. Admiring the scenery for a moment he got to work by igniting his rocket pack and steering himself towards the Satellite. It was a long, slow journey from the shuttle to the satellite and as Tom moved closer and closer to the satellite he began to lose himself in thought again. what will this mission effect when all is done thought Tom as he continued his journey. He wondered if the satellite was really worth all the trouble he was currently going through. He never did finish his thought, since before he could return an answer to himself he had finally made it to the weapon. Using magnetized gloves the Major slowly crawled around the Satellite until finally coming to the maintenance hatch. Using a motorized screwdriver from his belt, he quickly opened up the controls to the hatch and rewired it to open the hatch. Once in the doorway, Tom detached the tow cable, clipping it instead to a handle on the hull of the satellite just beside the hatch. The door did not stay open much longer and shut. Only a dim yellow service light lit the rather tight, dark maintenance shaft that Tom was now having to crawl through. What lay ahead was the service control room (though it would prove to be the smallest room Tom ever entered) and the power core. ----------------------------------------- Tricia removed herself like she did many nights from James' bed and went into another room to log into her email account on her laptop. As he expected another email from her family back home stating that all was well and that they hoped to see her soon. Though her face was only lit by the strong glow of the laptop, it was perfectly visible that she was overjoyed to get this news. While sitting there very pleased with the news in the letter, she noticed that James had left his own laptop still running. She hadn't remembered him using it earlier in the evening but it wasn't at all unusual for him to do a little work before moving on to her. Deciding to be considerate she moved around the Table to save his work and cut his laptop off before the battery ran out. Opening the Lid fully she was about to hit save when something caught her eye. James had been running some sort of tracking program before he left the laptop on its own and now it appear the program was complete. Curiosity caught the better of her and she opened the full report to see what he had been tracking. Reading into the report it seemed that James was tracking a transmission which was leaving Australia regularly and through several way points in the Dominion's internal network it was making its way to Catholic Europe. However, though the Dominion's internal network was registering the transmission ended there, in fact under several layers of encrypted coding it was actually being bumped out of Catholic Europe and into Atlanta, Georgia. "No, he couldn't have figured it out" Tricia said to herself in a whisper. Just then the room lights were flicked on and Tricia came to realize that she was not the only one whom decided to slip out of bed tonight. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jul 13 2009, 10:59 AM Post #16 |
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"I've been having some trouble sleeping recently." James said, his voice flat. His shoulders hung dejectedly and his eyes were almost apologetic. The silence that followed seemed to stretch for an eternity. "You know, I didn't want to believe it. But I guess... Well, you did a good job." James gave a weak smile. Tricia's eyes darted for the door. "Don't let me stand in your way." James said motioning for her to go. "I never meant..." Tricia started. She didn't get any further. She didn't get any further because it was then that the security personnel kicked down the door to James's apartment. "James please!" The security chief pushed Tricia to her knees. James picked up his phone and started dialling with one hand as he poured himself a stiff drink with the other. One of the guards gave James a cruel smile: "You want another go before we... ?" James turned away in disgust, throwing back his drink in one gulp before hissing into his phone: "MJOLNIR security has been compromised. The traitor has been dealt with. Damned free worlders are making an assault on the satellite." James hung up. But not before the gun shot that ended Tricia Tetrazzini's life rang out down the phone. Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Jul 13 2009, 02:45 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Jul 13 2009, 02:31 PM Post #17 |
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OOC- And Kas with a walk on role! :P :lol: IC- As soon as the security teams were called in, regarding a suspected spy interfering with the MJOLNIR, a call was quietly sent to Brigadier General Hans Ubrecht, commander of the Bauer Installation. Without fail, he ordered the Military Satellite's self defense mechanisms to be activated. In doing so, he detected a shuttle nearby... |
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| NRE | Jul 13 2009, 10:51 PM Post #18 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Though certainly a daunting task in an of itself, Major Tom made it to the control room within the core of the satellite. Two decks below the cramped room was the power core and the deck plating separating the two rooms was about as thick as the engineers back home suspected them to be. The explosive would surely do its job and do it well if the power core was as volatile as the scientists believe it to be. Tom first took off the bomb strapped to him and began to strap it to a nearby beam. Once it was secure, he began removing a panel cover from one of the satellite's controls and began to wire a radio into one of the satellite's many communication arrays. The device he attached would allow him to speak with shuttle who would bounce the transmission down to ground control. "This is Major Tom, are you receiving?" said Tom as he turned the device on. "Got you loud and clear" said ground control. "I'm preparing the timer for the device now" Tom said. Tom began to twist his body in the weightlessness of space to once again face the bomb. Before he could get completely turned around again he began to hear the computer as it began to run a program. Curious to see what was going on be began to turn back to face the controls. When he go back to his original position he began to read the coding. Defense System activating was the message that began flashing over the screen as near endless amounts of coding began flushing over the screen. Tom's eyes widen with fear as he scrambled to his radio device. "Ground Control.....order shuttle away.....satellite ar..........." Back at ground control they knew there had to be a problem but they weren't sure what. Tom's signal went dead in mid transmission and they couldn't seem to get reconnected. It a frantic panic the communication's officers began trying to hail the shuttle ordering them to go to rockets full and get out of the range of the satellite by no one was responding. "hello Major Tom, are you receiving?" said one of the operators. "Have the shuttle turn the thrusters on and tell them to get clear. We're standing by....." They waited for several seconds before repeating the message several times yet there's no reply. And there wasn't going to be, at least not from the shuttle. No sooner had Tom realized what was going on than the defense systems came fully online. One of the screens in front of him as he began to move towards his radio device switch to an outer camera, a targeting program began to run and the shuttle was quickly targeted. As Tom tried to frantically get his message off he could do nothing but watch in horror as two missiles were shot at the shuttle. The explosion was massive and was so close that the shock wave forced the satellite to rock. It forced Tom to knock himself against several beams before he came to rest nudged in a corner. Dazed he could hear several of the pieces of the shuttle hit the outer hull of the satellite. Composing himself he looked in the direction of the bomb and to his dismay he found that he must had hit the timing device while being violently rocked about in the satellite. It was beyond repair, at least with the small amount of tools he had on his suit's belt. Tom couldn't believe the situation now before him. All their efforts, everything being orchestrated by so many people, he being so close to finishing his mission and now it was all over. He had failed, he had failed and now he was going to die out in the cold dark harshness of space. The Dominion had yet again won another battle in their endless campaign of death and destruction. He thoughts eventually ran to his wife. Tom loved and adored his wife, it was the reason he took the mission. They were expecting a son in August, and he'd hoped that if successful he'd be ensuring a brighter future of his son and his wife. Back in mission control, everyone sat quiet yet very active. Many engineers and specialists were trying to redirect imaging satellites to get a look at the scene in space. The radios remained quiet until out of the blue from across the stratosphere the ground crew received a final message: "give my wife my love." It was from Major Tom and at the sound of his voice they tried to contact him back but it was useless. All they received was that message, was the sound of Tom's voice and then nothing more. Far beneath the satellite the country of the Confederate Sates of America were in mourning. At least the population of the country that knew of Major Tom and his mission. His final message was direct, they knew he was dead or dying. What they didn't realize was that in fact he was alive. No one will every understand or even know what Major Tom saw as he looked at those monitors, looking out into the darkness of Space. Yet now it seemed that life commanded him in a new direction, and though many feared that path, he embraced it. Opening several more panels Tom began to wire himself into the direct controls of the Satellite, specifically the thruster controls. Cutting the remote access, Tom took control of the Satellite and brought the thrusters online. Once they were igniting and at a full burn he began directing the Satellite into the atmosphere. Earth below the satellite was beautiful, drifting, falling, and floating weightless. It was if the Earth was calling, calling home. The satellite continued to move towards the earth until finally it began to enter the upper atmosphere. Hotter and hotter it got in the cabin of the satellite but Tom didn't seem to notice. Though no one would be able to explain how..whether by pure skill or a an act of divine intervention..he would manage to position the satellite over the Pacific Ocean when it finally exploded. His last thoughts were of his wife and his last words... "this is my home.....I'm coming home...." |
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| Kasnyia | Jul 14 2009, 03:06 AM Post #19 |
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OOC- Oh this will be delicious... Nice post, dude. B) IC- Bauer Installation, Australia "Sir, the enemy shuttle has been destroyed," announced one of the MJOLNIR's programmers, "Systems are secured." With that, General Ubrecht let out his breath, which he didn't realize he had been holding until just then. "Stand down the alert," he muttered. Then, more loudly, "AND GET BACK TO YOUR STATIONS! We have a war on you know! No excuses, no dawdling! We're going to be the reason Europe falls, understand!" "Yes, sir!" came the reply from everyone in the control room, all running to get back to their positions to keep the EMP field up over Europe strong. A few minutes later however.... "General! We have a problem!" exclaimed a programmer, standing up suddenly as he stared at his view screen. Ubrecht ran down to the station where the programmer sat and took a look at the screen. "Its the orbit sir..its decaying!" "Why the hell are you crying about it then, FIX IT," the general exclaimed. The programmer shook his head, "But sir, the decay is being caused by the main thrusters, and I can't get control of them!" That blew the wind out of the general. "...What?" was all the General could say. "Someone must have made it on board!" "Damn it, correct the orbit! Do what you have to, but CORRECT THAT ORBIT!" Ubrecht barked. The programmers looked at him helplessly, "Whoever is inside is using the onboard manual controls!" "Has it affected the EMP field yet?" Ubrecht asked aloud for anyone to answer, "Not yet, but only because we're continously recalibrating the field to make up for the decay. After a certain point, it won't matter though..." "Override whoever it is inside the satellite, and get the orbit corrected," Ubrecht ordered, "The rest of you, keep the field stabilized in the mean time. We will not let some adventurous astronauts interfere with our contribution to Operation Titan!" "Yes, sir!" came the reply, like last time. However, a few minutes later, and the programmers were becoming more and more tense. "Its not stopping!" "How long do we have?" "At current speed and trajectory.." "...She'll reach fail safe line in seventeen minutes!" The fail safe line was the name given to the point in space from which if the MJOLNIR passed, there would not be enough fuel or power to stop it from reentry into the earth's atmosphere. "Call Zapht, and inform them of our situation," Ubrecht stated, as calm as possible. "They already know..." said one of the engineers, as he pointed to a small bit of text at the corner of the main viewscreen in the center of the room: VIP Encrypted Remote Access "Shit..." Ubrecht muttered under his breath. The High Council was watching via a live feed this whole time. If he messed up now, they would know exactly how it went down. "Get. This. Thing. FIXED!" Ubrecht barked, "Or its ALL our asses!" OOC- Will continue later. Need less writers block. :lol: |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jul 15 2009, 09:39 AM Post #20 |
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OOC: Damn it NRE. So perfect. Even got the wife in. But would it have killed you to just come out and say the line. |
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| Kasnyia | Jul 15 2009, 01:05 PM Post #21 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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"Approaching fail safe line. Two minutes," a general announcement rang throughout the base. For fifteen strenouous minutes, they had tried all they could, but the boosters could not be brought back under their control. "Sir, we can no longer keep the field stable, and its starting to disrupt our communications as well as the enemy's," the lead programmer informed Ubrecht, who then slammed his fist into the nearest table. "Do what you can," Ubrecht ordered, by now having given up the MJOLNIR for lost, "We cannot lift the field without a direct order from High Command." "Approaching fail safe line. One minute," the announcement rang again. Suddenly one of the progammers lost it completely and began shaking the monitor before him, "SPEAK TO ME!!!!" But of course, the MJOLNIR just kept falling. "Where is she going to burn up?" Ubrecht asked quietly. "Right over Europe, sir. The people below will think its a shooting star." "And the EMP field?" "We can keep it going for another five minutes after it passes the fail safe line, but once she starts burning up, the emitters will be the first to go." "Fail Safe Line Reached." Ubrecht gulped. OOC- Cookies for whoever gets the reference. Will finish later. Just wanted to get a quick post in. |
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| Kasnyia | Jul 20 2009, 04:31 PM Post #22 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- Nearly forgot about this. My apologies. IC- The entire control room looked on in horror as the gigantic satellite began to slowly break apart as it reentered the earth's atmosphere. On the screens monitoring the EMP field, the sensors were shown to be going berserk as the field began to fluctuate madly, at one point disappearing entirely before strengthening to such a magnitude that it began frying electronics in Europe on both sides. This continued for a minute before the emitter went out, collapsing the field forever. Another five minutes later and the molten hulk that was once the MJOLNIR II Defense Satellite careened into the Mediterranean Sea. Ten minutes after that, a red-colored phone rang. Brigadier General Ubrecht's aide picked up the phone, spoke briefly to whomever was on the other line, and then left the reciever on the table, with the line still open as he entered the next room, where Ubrecht stared blankly at the main screen of the control room, which had "System Offline" emblazoned on it. "General, you have a phone call. It's Zapht." Ubrecht slowly turned toward the aide, put an unsteady hand on the man's shoulder in thanks, and then proceeded to walk into the next room, closing the door behind him. It was not going to be a happy phone call. |
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