Space Station Z Docking Bays

There was little to be found on Peter Rovontea. Name, age, birth-planet. He shrugged and folded his arms at the piece of paper.

"I'm not of authority to sign that, you know that. You'll have to refer to my higher ups. About all I can do is uh, relay the message," Peter was of private agency hired out by the station and would continue to follow his contract. Regardless of whatever bullshit it was today.

"If you'd like to try directly, you're likely to get through sooner than I. Godspeed, gentlemen," and then stepped aside so the group could proceed. Peter had absolutely no intention of even touching that red piece of paper if he could help it. As for the threat? Peter assumed it had to be something serious.

Bluuna Gluompet has left the area, heading east into Corridor B.

Anton nodded, and gestured for his men to follow, he left the piece of paper at the checkpoint, but didn’t really plan to pursue the matter further. The men followed in lock step, as Valerian proceeded deeper into the station.

Aboard the Yashuman II...

Commander Vandione was quietly going over the ship's logs when his tactical officer approached from behind. "Sir." The Tactical officer said, as he handed the Commander a somewhat thick folder. The Commander nodded, and placed it on the console, opening it up, and perusing the contents.

EVE had finished her analysis of all the docked vessels at the space station, one vessel was flagged in particular, although it wasn't a confirmed match, power signatures, design parameters, and any applicable markings were a suspected match.

Vandione made a face, and then turned the page. "Kingdom of Asylia... carried out an attack against Molecay. No confirmed losses, but intelligence says there's a potential total war factor." His eyes widened. "By the gods, If this is correct... We've just been handed an Asylian ship on a silver platter. We have to notify fleet."

The commander snapped the folder closed, and then turned back to his tactical officer.

"What do we have?" Vandione asked.

"Two companies, sir, plus an Adepts company. Three in total. We could pull from reserves, but that could put our security in jeopardy." The Tactical officer replied.

Vandione shook his head.

"No, take the two companies, and the adepts company, and seize that ship. Identify it's passengers, and seize them at all costs. Intelligence will want them for interrogation. We need them alive!"

"Ad Victoriam, sir!" The Tactical officer called out.

Vandione sighed, and leaned against the console.

"All hands, action stations!" He called out, as lights dimmed, shifted to red.

"All hands, prepare damage control, Second platoon prepare to repel boarders!"


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Like a well oiled machine, the Aschen cruiser began to go to high alert, alarms blaring across the board as it's Marine strike teams armed up. The first waves were ready in five minutes, suiting up, checking their gear, and arming themselves.

Quickly, they began to pour out of the Yahsuman II's airlocks at platoon strength. Their footfalls were overpowering, dozens, no Hundreds of Aschen marines were moving down the hallway to the security checkpoint, behind them, the deafening footfalls of the Aschen Adepts of War followed.

"Safeties off, weapons free!" A Marine lieutenant called out, as roughly six squads of Aschen Marines, and two squads of War Adepts moved towards the airlock where the Asylian vessel was docked.

The rest approached the checkpoint, they did not look like they intended to stop.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Peter slammed a button on his chest- what the intergalactic fuck was going on?! He literally just let these guys past. Right? Wow. This...looked bad. Peace-faring patrons leapt out of the way of the officers. Was anyone being trampled? Why on my fuckin shift?

The entirety of the Docking Bays plunged into darkness, screams echoed. A moment later the Docking Bays were re-lit by red light which dimmed in and out. The doors slammed shut behind Peter and were locked- this area quarantined. A voice came over the speakers;

Arcadia Station

Trade nexxus within the Epsilon system. Various ships are often docked for repairs or resupply. It is also home to the popular Paragon Casino, which often offers a respite for weary travel

Even all of the bays closed! Nobody through here could get in any longer to dock, and leaving seemed out of the question.

A message was transmit to all vessels waiting to dock.

There were still two companies that needed to depart from the Yashuman II to secure the objective, but now the station had come under some sort of quarantine.

This was more of an inconvenience than anything, with the doors sealed shut behind peter, the formation of Marines, and Adepts came to a stop, as a young Aschen lieutenant emerged from the crowd.

"What in Hades' name are you doing!?" He hissed. "We have a confirmed enemy asset on this station, and you go and lock the whole place down!?" He shouted, before calling back to a formation of troops.

"Inform Commander Vandione of what happened here, and let's get some antimatter charges down here, now!"

The Pilot of the Asylian vessel in the station z docking Bay had been studiously reading an Ego Trac when the alarms began blaring and the doors began to shut. He watched for a moment before swiftly reaching into the ship with his mind, suffusing into the psionic systems, wherein he began running scans, sweeps, and running searches on the ships throughout the dockyard.

In the handful of moments between the quarantine being activating and the lock down completing, He had gone through every vessel on the ship and located the Yashuman II, sent a shadowmessage to his SO, and initiated the ships lock down defense systems.

The Asylian vessel closed it's ramp, shut off all power, and became engulfed in a quantum barrier. Nothing short of a Thermonuclear payload would be getting anywhere close to it at this point.

With that done, the Pilot then issued an order to the crew, who proceeded to lock themselves into Stasis pods, ready to wait till the station itself decayed into stardust. The pilot himself laid back in the chair and initiated the PCL. As the liquid psychoactive crystal polymer engulfed him, he placed the breathing apparatus attached to his suit over his nose and mouth, then closed his eyes and lay still, allowing the crystal to engulf him and solidify.

Now, he and his crewmembers were free to utilize the Psionic control systems of the ship as their eyes, ears, and bodies. And set to work prepping contingencies against the invasion that was expected. The Captain then issued one last communication, a psychic signal to the Princess and her guardian, informing her of the danger she was in and urging her to return to the ship as soon as possible.

RiCHARD b-3 has arrived, coming from Corridor D.

Sovereignty here has been granted to Tristan_cross!

the Artificial Soldier 'Alpha' stopped dead as the alert of the quarantine and lockdown of the station was enacted, he was about to step through into 'corridor A' when the doors slammed shut no more than a couple of yards ahead of him. he monitored the response of the station's A.I for no more than a second before turning to watch what the Aschen had decided to do. if the robot were human or had a face for that matter it would be one of unamusement.

changing 'frequencies' Alpha registered the distress of the Beacon A.I, the anchor for the 'quantum highway' tied to the system in which the Prometheus station made its home. thankfully the only thing in the system with a key to activate the 'QH' was Alpha. though the lone floating beacon would draw attention at some point.

crossing arms and waiting, Alpha pondered hacking the door and going on his way...though angering everyone was generally a bad idea.

"Far Sight Lost" appears from nothing, through a wrinkle in spacetime.

Anton Valerian boards "Far Sight Lost".

"Far Sight Lost" engages its warp drive, vanishing before your eyes.

"The Revenge" appears from nothing, through a wrinkle in spacetime.

The Revenge, sitting in the docking bay, had docked itself to the left of the Asylian ship when it recieved the message to all waiting ships that 'Space Station Z was closed to the public'. The captain, AAD-199, briefly wonders (if that's what a quick flash of information processing across the robots' AI circuitry) if there is any danger on board Space Station Z. So he dispatches a small group of three scout androids, armed with disrupter weaponry and fully able to think for themselves, but also able to combine their consciousnesses to transmit thoughts to each other. STA-579, 566, and 429 all walk down the ships ramp, not sure what to expect. They quickly take in the Asylian ship near them and send a message to the captain, who felt something resembling the human emotion of anticipation. The androids then continue to where the Aschen soldiers had literally just been let in, and, uncapable of feeling fear, just stand there, as the lights flash overhead. 566 even waves to NC7-Alpha. Then 429 relays the message to the other two, "Should we continue?" through verbal communication. 579 responds with, "I suppose so." So they advance up to Peter Rovontea.