Introduction
Ulysses.
Space. Infinitely large, Vastly empty, with small pockets of mass clinging to each other, oasis in an endless, black desert. There is no sound in space. There is no air for the sound waves to vibrate through, creating what we perceive as sound. Focus in on a galaxy, near the βmiddleβ of what we know as the Universe. A spiral-armed galaxy, known on the planet we call βEarthβ as the Milky Way. On one arm, there could be as many as five million stars. Out of all those, we focus on a group of five, each about one, to one half, of a light year apart. Closing in further, on one that is on the edge and the furthest away from the other five, we see that it has fifteen planets orbiting in. Two gas giants orbiting each other in a strange, binary system, mark the main βuniqueβ feature of this particular system. Focusing in on them, we see that between the two lies a small βripβ in space. It is barely noticeable, blending in perfectly in the shadow of the two giants. It ripples silently, rays of light suddenly bursting into life, spraying the two planets at either side with an strange glow for a moment, before disappearing into the nothingness from which it came. In its place, a spacecraft is. There are no running lights. No signs of life.
Slowly, the ship, propelled by the laws of gravity, drifts into the light. Painted on its surface are strange symbols that circle the turrets that bristle from its iron hide. Seven large, ninety-inch turrets on each side, port and starboard, parallel to each other. Between them, seventy smaller, five-inch anti-fighter turrets bristle, in a honeycomb fashion. On the nose of the ship, a large, spiral-mounted cannon sticks out a good hundred feet from where the armor ends, fifty feet in diameter, capable of firing a nine-hundred ton ball of tungsten at a fraction of the speed of light, doing unspeakable damage to a target. On βtopβ and βbottomβ of the ship, large missile bays honeycomb their way around two turreted laser banks. Large engines lie silent at the back of the ship, capable of pushing it in-system at one-fifth light speed. Two hangar bay doors lie above the engines, each capable of launching thirty fighter-bombers. But despite the impressive arrays of military prowess and technology, the ship seems worse for the wear. Its armor is pocketed with small impact craters, tears, and burn marks. Atmosphere ventilates from a hole near the rear, slowly causing the ship to turn. On-board, failsafe computers kick in, and the doors are shut to the vacuumed areas. The engine sputters, and silently roars into life, great blue-green flames leaping from nowhere to slowly start to move the engine forward, as maneuvering jets kick in on either side and straighten the shipβs path.
On-board, a screen suddenly lights up a roomβ¦
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<-United Earth Defensive Fleet Database->
<-User name: Ronald B. Smith->
<-Password: ***********->
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Openfile 'Ulysses'
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Codename: 'Ulysses'
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Passcode ?
C:\Users\AdmSmi> *******
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[-LAUNCH OF PROJECT ULYSSES-]
Date: 2073 FTL, Jan. 21
To: Admiral Smith
From: President Smith
Admiral, Congress has approved your request to start Project Ulysses. Funding will be sent to you through the normal mediums to headstart this monumental project that will hopefully prove to be a great boon to us.
-President Smith
C:\Users\AdmSmi> RunDecode 1 / Passcode *******
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Decoded.
To: Admiral Brenan Tyler
From: President Ronald Brail
Adimral, Congress refuses to see things our way. We will exterminate of the opponents.. But until then, go ahead with the project. Do it in secrecy. Select on those we need. Tell them nothing. We can't afford for this to fail, Admiral.
-President Ronald Brail
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Reply
[-REPLY-]
To: President Brail
From: Admiral Tyler
I will proceed as planned. My men are at your disposal, Sir. Give the word, and we'll 'exterminate' anyone you see fit. Just make sure you send us the funding.
-Tyler
C:\Users\AdmSmi> CodeMessage 3 / Passcode *********
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[-MEETING LOG # 00023, "PROJECT ULYSSES"-]
<-Large room, Five men around table. Men are Admiral Smith, General Lambton, Lieutenant-General Lauger, Admiral Eisenburgh, Corporal Smith.->
AdmSmi: Gentlemen, Thank you for coming.
GnrlLam: Whats this about, Admiral?
LtGnrlLau: Lords above, You could have been more gentle about getting us here. Your men scared my wife to death, Smith!
AdmSmi: We didnt have time for subtlety. Are you settled?
AdmEis: Yes, Yes. Can you just get on with it, Smith?
AdmSmi: Very well. Corporal, Start the presentation.
CorSmi: Yes sir! Of course sir. <-Corporal turns on HoloScreen. Images light up the room. Classified-.>
LtGnrlLau: My god.. Are you sure of this?
AdmSmi: We lost contact with them two weeks ago.
AdmEis: Jesus, man! Why didnt you tell us sooner?
AdmSmi: We didnt know what we were dealing with, Eisenburgh. Now that we do know, We have plan.
AdmEis: Can the normal fleet take care of this.. issue?
GnrlLam: CAn -anything- take care of this?!
AdmSmi: No. We're jumpstarting Project Ulysses.
AdmEis: But Congress hasn-!
LtGnrlLau: Damnit, Eisen, This is beyond Congress at this point! I agree with the jumpstart.
AdmSmi: Good. We've got the candidates picked out.
GnrlLam: I hope you take some of my boys along with you. God knows I dont want them at home for this..
AdmSmi: We're getting as many out as we can, Lambton. We cant take everyone. Only those with the right skills.. The right make up.
GnrlLam: God help us all.
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Ship Details
Ship Name: UES ULYSSES
Length: 13.09 KM
Width: 4.07 KM
Crew: 12,000
Armament: 36 55m Laser Batteries, 103 220mm Automated Anti-Aircraft Miniguns, 355 20m Ship-to-ship Missile Bays, 20 103m RGTB (Railgun Turret Bays), 1 Spinemounted 'Dreadnought' class Super-Railgun
Hull: 120ft Magnetically reinforced Tritanium. Holographic 'windows'.
Details: Enough room for each person to have a 'cell'. Cells contain twelve-by-twelve foot living space. Bed, Desk, Chair, Cryochamber. Children will not be allowed onboard/ Hospital section in middle of ship. Fusion cores last up to 2,000 years before fuel dissapates. Half Military, Half Civilian. Holds 20 rentry vehicles, 120 Warsaw-class Fighters, 30 London-class Bombers. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere.
Ship Name: UES HERCULES
Length: 13.09 KM
Width: 4.07 KM
Crew: 12,000
Armament: 36 55m Laser Batteries, 103 220mm Automated Anti-Aircraft Miniguns, 355 20m Ship-to-ship Missile Bays, 20 103m RGTB (Railgun Turret Bays), 1 Spinemounted 'Dreadnought' class Super-Railgun
Hull: 120ft Magnetically reinforced Tritanium. Holographic 'windows'.
Details: Enough room for each person to have a 'cell'. Cells contain twelve-by-twelve foot living space. Bed, Desk, Chair, Cryochamber. Children will not be allowed onboard/ Hospital section in middle of ship. Fusion cores last up to 2,000 years before fuel dissapates. Half Military, Half Civilian. Holds 20 rentry vehicles, 120 Warsaw-class Fighters, 30 London-class Bombers. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere.
Ship Name: UES ACHILLES
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES POMPAY
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES MICHIGAN
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES INDESTRUCTABLE
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Crew total:
Civilians: 803,091
Military: 9,245
Ship Captains/Second in Command:
UES Pompay: Captain J. Ronalds / Lieutenant Gryph
UES Michigan: Captain L. Athadar / Lieutenant Goodman
UES Hercules: Captain B. Smith / Lieutenant Charles
UES Ulysses: Captain J. Marly / Lieutenant Kurek
UES Achilles: Captain K. Emerald / Lieutenant Chang
UES Indestructable: Captain F. Winegar / Lieutenant Carole
Launch Date: 2072 FTL, February 11th, 21:09 UST (Universal Standard Time)
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[-GENERAL RETREAT-]
Date: 2073 FTL, Dec. 27
To: ANYONE
From: ADMIRAL SMITH
EARTH HAS FALLEN, REPEAT, EARTH HAS FALLEN. GENERAL RETREAT ORDER 207891. HOSTILES HAVE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE PLANET. MOON HAS CRACKED EARTH IN TWO. EXPECTED CASUALTIES IN THE BILLIONS. REGROUP AT PLANET C009. CLEAR ALL NAVIGATION LOGS. DONT GIVE THE BASTARDS AN INCH.
-A. S.
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[-WARNING-]
Date: 2074 FTL, Sep. 19
To: SURVIVORS
From: ADMIRAL SMITH
CIVILIANS; WE ARE DEFEATED. IF YOU ARE RECIEVING THIS MESSAGE, EARTH FLEET #109 HAS FALLEN TO THE INVADERS. NOWHERE IS SAFE. WE WILL TRY TO HOLD THEM OFF AT CYRICUS. EVACUATE, AND FLEE INTO SPACE. GODS SPEED.
-A.S.
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[-Project Ulysses Failure-]
Date: 2075 FTL, Feb. 1
To: Admiral Smith
From: Captain Winegar
Admiral; The mission is a failure. We've lost the Ulysses, Achilles, and Michigan. Pompay was destroyed by unknown hostiles at star #120929 Delta, and the Hercules has sustained massive damage. Last we heard from Ulysses, Captain Marly and the bridge crew were dead. They and Michigan/Achilles jumped randomly in the same vector to space. We barely survived ourselves. We're on our way home, sir. The Ulysses is lost to space. If any other ship picks this up, Pass it to Admiral Smith in the Earth Defensive Fleet 109.
- Captain Winegar.
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EYES ONLY: Image of UES Ulysses
EYES ONLY: Image of WARSAW class Fighters
Mission Statement:
Project Ulysses is Mankinds last hope to stay alive. With this unknown alien force wiping humanity out on all worlds, We have only a limited amount of time left. Project Ulysses will put two brand-new, Ulysses class Battlecruisers, and Four Cryo-ships. We will select the civilians to be sent at random. Families will not be grouped together. When you get these people, Tranq them and bring them to the designated spot. There will be a team there to cryogenically freeze them for the trip. Upon waking up in five years time, There will be a copy of all related files waiting for them all on their HandComps. With luck, We wont get exterminated by these bastards. If we manage to resist, We'll send out a task force to bring them back. If we dont.. Well. The Captains will jump around the universe. If they make it to the other side of the Galaxy, they'll be safe, and will find a new place to settle. Random FTL jumps will lead them around the galaxy in about two years, when the crew will waken from sleep.. Or they'll waken when there is a emergency. Either way, We'll be prepared for each scenario. Military forces have also been hand-picked, and similarly treated. They wont know what the hell is going on until its safe, but.. Well. We know how dangerous it is. The Ulysses and the Achilles are brand new. Them, along with the new Warsaw class fighters, should prove more then enough to handle anything we dont know about out there.
Captains, Your the only ones who know anything about this mission. Keep them safe, Gentlemen.
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CRYOCHAMBER FAILURE:
Programing error. Fatal flaws in C02391-A7 Cryo Chambers.
Scanning..
Scanning..
Confirmed fatalities: Captains Emerald, K. Marly, J. Athadar, L. noted as KIA.
WARNING! Signs positive of tampering. Investigating...
C:\Users\AdmSmi:> Override code *******, Subroutine ***-****-009
Override confirmed. Investigation stopping.
<(Subroutine 9 in effect. Logging all details.)>
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Probes 1a - 1093f returned. Loss rate: 11 Probes Safely Returned, 19 Damaged.
Logging data...
1a: Negative results.
2a: Negative results.
3a: Positive results : Planet 3a-Gamma-Theta :
Mean radius 2,576Β±2 km (0.404 Earths)
Surface area 8.3Γ107 km2
Mass 1.3452Β±0.0002Γ1023 kg (0.0225 Earths) Mean
density 1.8798Β±0.0044 g/cm3
Equatorial surface gravity 1.352 m/s2 (0.14 g)
Escape velocity 2.639 km/s
Rotation period Synchronous
Axial tilt Zero
Albedo 0.22
Temperature 93.7 K (β179.5 Β°C)
Apparent magnitude 7.9
43f: Negative Results.
103d: Negative Results.
442c: Positive Results:
Equatorial radius 3,396.2 Β± 0.1 km[a][3]
0.533 Earths Polar radius 3,376.2 Β± 0.1 km[a][3]
0.531 Earths Flattening 0.005 89 Β± 0.000 15 Surface area 144,798,500 kmΒ²
0.284 Earths Volume 1.6318 Γ 1011 kmΒ³[4]
0.151 Earths Mass 6.4185 Γ 1023 kg[4]
0.107 Earths Mean density 3.9335 Β± 0.0004[4] g/cmΒ³ Equatorial surface gravity 3.711 m/sΒ²[4]
0.376 g Escape velocity 5.027 km/s Sidereal rotation
period 1.025 957 day
24.622 9 h[4] Equatorial rotation velocity 868.22 km/h (241.17 m/s) Axial tilt 25.19Β° North pole right ascension 21 h 10 min 44 s
317.681 43Β° North pole declination 52.886 50Β° Albedo 0.15 (geometric) or 0.25 (bond)[5] Surface temp.
Kelvin
Celsius
min mean max
186 K 227 K 268 K[6]
β87 Β°C β46 Β°C β5 Β°C
Apparent magnitude +1.8 to β2.91[5] Angular diameter 3.5β25.1"
1093f: Neg...
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Set course planet 442c, Override code ****-****-***. Clear all probe data.
Clearing all Probe Data..
Data cleared.
<(Subroutine 9 in effect. Logging all details.)>
Adjusting Course for Planet 442c, Sector 902-Alpha-Theta.
Course confirmed, Time to arrival: 1.0039 years.
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Repair Drone Report, Sector 901-Alpha-Gamma
Ulysses damage repaired. Supplies at 99.99901%. Recommended time to Resupply: 2,075.0091 years.
Notated bodycount: 1,009 crew members KIA in Fleet Action 0023.001-Gamma.
Time to Arrival at Planet 442c: 234.071 days.
OVERRIDE CODE ****-***-***-007
Begin 'Wakeup':
Warming up Cryo Chambers..
Selecting Crew Wake-up Order...
Confirming...
Confirming...
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C:\User\AdmSmi> Load Personel Database
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*-PERSONAL FILE 12B-*
Name: Kurek, Edward
Age: 23
Proffession/Rank: Ulysess Second-In-Command, Lieutenant Second Grade
Qualifications: Ship repair / Command. Fighter Pilot, Third grade. Third in class for Marksmenship. Fifteenth in class for Hand-to-Hand studies.
Status: Cryogenic Sleep
Details: Regulation .01 inch hair, Dark Brown. Well-muscled. 6', 5". Wearing regulation blue uniform, Black-and-yellow barret. Command plugs for ship control. Holographic HUD over left eye. Oxygen mask attached. Physical condition: Good.
Picture: Note Command Chair plugs, Holographic-Heads-Up display on left eye.
Ship Assignment: Ulysses
Equipment: 13mm Railpistol. 34-inch Vibrating-blade close-quarters sword. Black leather sheaths. Uniform is blue/white/black, Consisting of Undersleeve (Covers from wrist, to neck, to just above the ankle. Air-tight, hardens at impact), Over jacket (Waterproof, holds rank markings on collar), Pants (Long, waterproof. Two pockets in front, two in back. Cargo pockets on sides), And Barret (Cotton).
(( This RP is a 'End of Humanity' survival idea. It will take place two years after the accident. Your character would know nothing about why they are on the ships. These files represent all the information your character would learn upon waking. This is UNIVERSAL. No one knows ANYTHING about whats going on, besides the Captains, Who are all dead. But I wont give anything away! Above is the character sheet you should use. WARNING! I dont reccomend this RP for people who are weak of heart. I do want things to be VIOLENT and GRAPHIC. This is not a goody-goody, "Save the World' mission. This is a " What the hell is going on, Where the fuck am I, Can I ever go home?" mission. And no, they wont ever go home. I will not accept any characters bellow the age of 17. We have room for two more Lieutenants besides my own. The names set for those Lieutenants. Atleast, the last names. Use good grammar, Be active, And as for technology: Ship battles would consist of hand-to-hand combat, Not alot of shooting. Swords are allowed, as you can see from my own post. Rifles and heavier weapons would be in the cargo bays. Pistols are allowed. Mostly civilians, if you please! Anybody fit and with some sort of necessary job is welcome. Thats all. Post'em if you got'em! ))
Space. Infinitely large, Vastly empty, with small pockets of mass clinging to each other, oasis in an endless, black desert. There is no sound in space. There is no air for the sound waves to vibrate through, creating what we perceive as sound. Focus in on a galaxy, near the βmiddleβ of what we know as the Universe. A spiral-armed galaxy, known on the planet we call βEarthβ as the Milky Way. On one arm, there could be as many as five million stars. Out of all those, we focus on a group of five, each about one, to one half, of a light year apart. Closing in further, on one that is on the edge and the furthest away from the other five, we see that it has fifteen planets orbiting in. Two gas giants orbiting each other in a strange, binary system, mark the main βuniqueβ feature of this particular system. Focusing in on them, we see that between the two lies a small βripβ in space. It is barely noticeable, blending in perfectly in the shadow of the two giants. It ripples silently, rays of light suddenly bursting into life, spraying the two planets at either side with an strange glow for a moment, before disappearing into the nothingness from which it came. In its place, a spacecraft is. There are no running lights. No signs of life.
Slowly, the ship, propelled by the laws of gravity, drifts into the light. Painted on its surface are strange symbols that circle the turrets that bristle from its iron hide. Seven large, ninety-inch turrets on each side, port and starboard, parallel to each other. Between them, seventy smaller, five-inch anti-fighter turrets bristle, in a honeycomb fashion. On the nose of the ship, a large, spiral-mounted cannon sticks out a good hundred feet from where the armor ends, fifty feet in diameter, capable of firing a nine-hundred ton ball of tungsten at a fraction of the speed of light, doing unspeakable damage to a target. On βtopβ and βbottomβ of the ship, large missile bays honeycomb their way around two turreted laser banks. Large engines lie silent at the back of the ship, capable of pushing it in-system at one-fifth light speed. Two hangar bay doors lie above the engines, each capable of launching thirty fighter-bombers. But despite the impressive arrays of military prowess and technology, the ship seems worse for the wear. Its armor is pocketed with small impact craters, tears, and burn marks. Atmosphere ventilates from a hole near the rear, slowly causing the ship to turn. On-board, failsafe computers kick in, and the doors are shut to the vacuumed areas. The engine sputters, and silently roars into life, great blue-green flames leaping from nowhere to slowly start to move the engine forward, as maneuvering jets kick in on either side and straighten the shipβs path.
On-board, a screen suddenly lights up a roomβ¦
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<-United Earth Defensive Fleet Database->
<-User name: Ronald B. Smith->
<-Password: ***********->
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Openfile 'Ulysses'
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Codename: 'Ulysses'
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Passcode ?
C:\Users\AdmSmi> *******
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[-LAUNCH OF PROJECT ULYSSES-]
Date: 2073 FTL, Jan. 21
To: Admiral Smith
From: President Smith
Admiral, Congress has approved your request to start Project Ulysses. Funding will be sent to you through the normal mediums to headstart this monumental project that will hopefully prove to be a great boon to us.
-President Smith
C:\Users\AdmSmi> RunDecode 1 / Passcode *******
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Decoded.
To: Admiral Brenan Tyler
From: President Ronald Brail
Adimral, Congress refuses to see things our way. We will exterminate of the opponents.. But until then, go ahead with the project. Do it in secrecy. Select on those we need. Tell them nothing. We can't afford for this to fail, Admiral.
-President Ronald Brail
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Reply
[-REPLY-]
To: President Brail
From: Admiral Tyler
I will proceed as planned. My men are at your disposal, Sir. Give the word, and we'll 'exterminate' anyone you see fit. Just make sure you send us the funding.
-Tyler
C:\Users\AdmSmi> CodeMessage 3 / Passcode *********
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[-MEETING LOG # 00023, "PROJECT ULYSSES"-]
<-Large room, Five men around table. Men are Admiral Smith, General Lambton, Lieutenant-General Lauger, Admiral Eisenburgh, Corporal Smith.->
AdmSmi: Gentlemen, Thank you for coming.
GnrlLam: Whats this about, Admiral?
LtGnrlLau: Lords above, You could have been more gentle about getting us here. Your men scared my wife to death, Smith!
AdmSmi: We didnt have time for subtlety. Are you settled?
AdmEis: Yes, Yes. Can you just get on with it, Smith?
AdmSmi: Very well. Corporal, Start the presentation.
CorSmi: Yes sir! Of course sir. <-Corporal turns on HoloScreen. Images light up the room. Classified-.>
LtGnrlLau: My god.. Are you sure of this?
AdmSmi: We lost contact with them two weeks ago.
AdmEis: Jesus, man! Why didnt you tell us sooner?
AdmSmi: We didnt know what we were dealing with, Eisenburgh. Now that we do know, We have plan.
AdmEis: Can the normal fleet take care of this.. issue?
GnrlLam: CAn -anything- take care of this?!
AdmSmi: No. We're jumpstarting Project Ulysses.
AdmEis: But Congress hasn-!
LtGnrlLau: Damnit, Eisen, This is beyond Congress at this point! I agree with the jumpstart.
AdmSmi: Good. We've got the candidates picked out.
GnrlLam: I hope you take some of my boys along with you. God knows I dont want them at home for this..
AdmSmi: We're getting as many out as we can, Lambton. We cant take everyone. Only those with the right skills.. The right make up.
GnrlLam: God help us all.
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Ship Details
Ship Name: UES ULYSSES
Length: 13.09 KM
Width: 4.07 KM
Crew: 12,000
Armament: 36 55m Laser Batteries, 103 220mm Automated Anti-Aircraft Miniguns, 355 20m Ship-to-ship Missile Bays, 20 103m RGTB (Railgun Turret Bays), 1 Spinemounted 'Dreadnought' class Super-Railgun
Hull: 120ft Magnetically reinforced Tritanium. Holographic 'windows'.
Details: Enough room for each person to have a 'cell'. Cells contain twelve-by-twelve foot living space. Bed, Desk, Chair, Cryochamber. Children will not be allowed onboard/ Hospital section in middle of ship. Fusion cores last up to 2,000 years before fuel dissapates. Half Military, Half Civilian. Holds 20 rentry vehicles, 120 Warsaw-class Fighters, 30 London-class Bombers. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere.
Ship Name: UES HERCULES
Length: 13.09 KM
Width: 4.07 KM
Crew: 12,000
Armament: 36 55m Laser Batteries, 103 220mm Automated Anti-Aircraft Miniguns, 355 20m Ship-to-ship Missile Bays, 20 103m RGTB (Railgun Turret Bays), 1 Spinemounted 'Dreadnought' class Super-Railgun
Hull: 120ft Magnetically reinforced Tritanium. Holographic 'windows'.
Details: Enough room for each person to have a 'cell'. Cells contain twelve-by-twelve foot living space. Bed, Desk, Chair, Cryochamber. Children will not be allowed onboard/ Hospital section in middle of ship. Fusion cores last up to 2,000 years before fuel dissapates. Half Military, Half Civilian. Holds 20 rentry vehicles, 120 Warsaw-class Fighters, 30 London-class Bombers. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere.
Ship Name: UES ACHILLES
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES POMPAY
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES MICHIGAN
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Ship Name: UES INDESTRUCTABLE
Length: 15.01 KM
Width: 9.3 KM
Crew: 200,000
Armament: None
Hull: 150ft MAgnetically Reinforced Tritanium.
Details: Cryo ship. Contains Settlers and Supplies for destination. Fusion Reactors last up to 2,000 years before refueling is necessary. Ship replicator contains enough supplies to last exactly 2,003 years if unregulated. FTL Drive, x2 the speed of light; In-system Ion Engines allow for maximum speed of 1/2 Speed of light. Manuvering jets for in-system turning. Can enter atmosphere
Crew total:
Civilians: 803,091
Military: 9,245
Ship Captains/Second in Command:
UES Pompay: Captain J. Ronalds / Lieutenant Gryph
UES Michigan: Captain L. Athadar / Lieutenant Goodman
UES Hercules: Captain B. Smith / Lieutenant Charles
UES Ulysses: Captain J. Marly / Lieutenant Kurek
UES Achilles: Captain K. Emerald / Lieutenant Chang
UES Indestructable: Captain F. Winegar / Lieutenant Carole
Launch Date: 2072 FTL, February 11th, 21:09 UST (Universal Standard Time)
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[-GENERAL RETREAT-]
Date: 2073 FTL, Dec. 27
To: ANYONE
From: ADMIRAL SMITH
EARTH HAS FALLEN, REPEAT, EARTH HAS FALLEN. GENERAL RETREAT ORDER 207891. HOSTILES HAVE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE PLANET. MOON HAS CRACKED EARTH IN TWO. EXPECTED CASUALTIES IN THE BILLIONS. REGROUP AT PLANET C009. CLEAR ALL NAVIGATION LOGS. DONT GIVE THE BASTARDS AN INCH.
-A. S.
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[-WARNING-]
Date: 2074 FTL, Sep. 19
To: SURVIVORS
From: ADMIRAL SMITH
CIVILIANS; WE ARE DEFEATED. IF YOU ARE RECIEVING THIS MESSAGE, EARTH FLEET #109 HAS FALLEN TO THE INVADERS. NOWHERE IS SAFE. WE WILL TRY TO HOLD THEM OFF AT CYRICUS. EVACUATE, AND FLEE INTO SPACE. GODS SPEED.
-A.S.
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[-Project Ulysses Failure-]
Date: 2075 FTL, Feb. 1
To: Admiral Smith
From: Captain Winegar
Admiral; The mission is a failure. We've lost the Ulysses, Achilles, and Michigan. Pompay was destroyed by unknown hostiles at star #120929 Delta, and the Hercules has sustained massive damage. Last we heard from Ulysses, Captain Marly and the bridge crew were dead. They and Michigan/Achilles jumped randomly in the same vector to space. We barely survived ourselves. We're on our way home, sir. The Ulysses is lost to space. If any other ship picks this up, Pass it to Admiral Smith in the Earth Defensive Fleet 109.
- Captain Winegar.
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EYES ONLY: Image of UES Ulysses
EYES ONLY: Image of WARSAW class Fighters
Mission Statement:
Project Ulysses is Mankinds last hope to stay alive. With this unknown alien force wiping humanity out on all worlds, We have only a limited amount of time left. Project Ulysses will put two brand-new, Ulysses class Battlecruisers, and Four Cryo-ships. We will select the civilians to be sent at random. Families will not be grouped together. When you get these people, Tranq them and bring them to the designated spot. There will be a team there to cryogenically freeze them for the trip. Upon waking up in five years time, There will be a copy of all related files waiting for them all on their HandComps. With luck, We wont get exterminated by these bastards. If we manage to resist, We'll send out a task force to bring them back. If we dont.. Well. The Captains will jump around the universe. If they make it to the other side of the Galaxy, they'll be safe, and will find a new place to settle. Random FTL jumps will lead them around the galaxy in about two years, when the crew will waken from sleep.. Or they'll waken when there is a emergency. Either way, We'll be prepared for each scenario. Military forces have also been hand-picked, and similarly treated. They wont know what the hell is going on until its safe, but.. Well. We know how dangerous it is. The Ulysses and the Achilles are brand new. Them, along with the new Warsaw class fighters, should prove more then enough to handle anything we dont know about out there.
Captains, Your the only ones who know anything about this mission. Keep them safe, Gentlemen.
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CRYOCHAMBER FAILURE:
Programing error. Fatal flaws in C02391-A7 Cryo Chambers.
Scanning..
Scanning..
Confirmed fatalities: Captains Emerald, K. Marly, J. Athadar, L. noted as KIA.
WARNING! Signs positive of tampering. Investigating...
C:\Users\AdmSmi:> Override code *******, Subroutine ***-****-009
Override confirmed. Investigation stopping.
<(Subroutine 9 in effect. Logging all details.)>
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Probes 1a - 1093f returned. Loss rate: 11 Probes Safely Returned, 19 Damaged.
Logging data...
1a: Negative results.
2a: Negative results.
3a: Positive results : Planet 3a-Gamma-Theta :
Mean radius 2,576Β±2 km (0.404 Earths)
Surface area 8.3Γ107 km2
Mass 1.3452Β±0.0002Γ1023 kg (0.0225 Earths) Mean
density 1.8798Β±0.0044 g/cm3
Equatorial surface gravity 1.352 m/s2 (0.14 g)
Escape velocity 2.639 km/s
Rotation period Synchronous
Axial tilt Zero
Albedo 0.22
Temperature 93.7 K (β179.5 Β°C)
Apparent magnitude 7.9
43f: Negative Results.
103d: Negative Results.
442c: Positive Results:
Equatorial radius 3,396.2 Β± 0.1 km[a][3]
0.533 Earths Polar radius 3,376.2 Β± 0.1 km[a][3]
0.531 Earths Flattening 0.005 89 Β± 0.000 15 Surface area 144,798,500 kmΒ²
0.284 Earths Volume 1.6318 Γ 1011 kmΒ³[4]
0.151 Earths Mass 6.4185 Γ 1023 kg[4]
0.107 Earths Mean density 3.9335 Β± 0.0004[4] g/cmΒ³ Equatorial surface gravity 3.711 m/sΒ²[4]
0.376 g Escape velocity 5.027 km/s Sidereal rotation
period 1.025 957 day
24.622 9 h[4] Equatorial rotation velocity 868.22 km/h (241.17 m/s) Axial tilt 25.19Β° North pole right ascension 21 h 10 min 44 s
317.681 43Β° North pole declination 52.886 50Β° Albedo 0.15 (geometric) or 0.25 (bond)[5] Surface temp.
Kelvin
Celsius
min mean max
186 K 227 K 268 K[6]
β87 Β°C β46 Β°C β5 Β°C
Apparent magnitude +1.8 to β2.91[5] Angular diameter 3.5β25.1"
1093f: Neg...
C:\Users\AdmSmi> Set course planet 442c, Override code ****-****-***. Clear all probe data.
Clearing all Probe Data..
Data cleared.
<(Subroutine 9 in effect. Logging all details.)>
Adjusting Course for Planet 442c, Sector 902-Alpha-Theta.
Course confirmed, Time to arrival: 1.0039 years.
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Repair Drone Report, Sector 901-Alpha-Gamma
Ulysses damage repaired. Supplies at 99.99901%. Recommended time to Resupply: 2,075.0091 years.
Notated bodycount: 1,009 crew members KIA in Fleet Action 0023.001-Gamma.
Time to Arrival at Planet 442c: 234.071 days.
OVERRIDE CODE ****-***-***-007
Begin 'Wakeup':
Warming up Cryo Chambers..
Selecting Crew Wake-up Order...
Confirming...
Confirming...
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*-PERSONAL FILE 12B-*
Name: Kurek, Edward
Age: 23
Proffession/Rank: Ulysess Second-In-Command, Lieutenant Second Grade
Qualifications: Ship repair / Command. Fighter Pilot, Third grade. Third in class for Marksmenship. Fifteenth in class for Hand-to-Hand studies.
Status: Cryogenic Sleep
Details: Regulation .01 inch hair, Dark Brown. Well-muscled. 6', 5". Wearing regulation blue uniform, Black-and-yellow barret. Command plugs for ship control. Holographic HUD over left eye. Oxygen mask attached. Physical condition: Good.
Picture: Note Command Chair plugs, Holographic-Heads-Up display on left eye.
Ship Assignment: Ulysses
Equipment: 13mm Railpistol. 34-inch Vibrating-blade close-quarters sword. Black leather sheaths. Uniform is blue/white/black, Consisting of Undersleeve (Covers from wrist, to neck, to just above the ankle. Air-tight, hardens at impact), Over jacket (Waterproof, holds rank markings on collar), Pants (Long, waterproof. Two pockets in front, two in back. Cargo pockets on sides), And Barret (Cotton).
(( This RP is a 'End of Humanity' survival idea. It will take place two years after the accident. Your character would know nothing about why they are on the ships. These files represent all the information your character would learn upon waking. This is UNIVERSAL. No one knows ANYTHING about whats going on, besides the Captains, Who are all dead. But I wont give anything away! Above is the character sheet you should use. WARNING! I dont reccomend this RP for people who are weak of heart. I do want things to be VIOLENT and GRAPHIC. This is not a goody-goody, "Save the World' mission. This is a " What the hell is going on, Where the fuck am I, Can I ever go home?" mission. And no, they wont ever go home. I will not accept any characters bellow the age of 17. We have room for two more Lieutenants besides my own. The names set for those Lieutenants. Atleast, the last names. Use good grammar, Be active, And as for technology: Ship battles would consist of hand-to-hand combat, Not alot of shooting. Swords are allowed, as you can see from my own post. Rifles and heavier weapons would be in the cargo bays. Pistols are allowed. Mostly civilians, if you please! Anybody fit and with some sort of necessary job is welcome. Thats all. Post'em if you got'em! ))
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Silence. Complete utter silence.
It's real dark... Am I dead?
Then the humming began, like a computer starting up. The whirring of a coolant venting fan.
Whassat!?
Suddenly there was a blinding light, as the shutters of the chamber opened.
Oh shit!! I am dead amn't I!!
Woooosh! The top of the cryo chamber swung open. A cloud of vapor shot out of the sides of the little coffin shaped pod.
"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.
"Ah.. Fuck, I'm in a cryo pod? Did they take my liver?" Luckey checked himself for tell tale scar's on his lover back. There were none. "Why the hell am I here?"
He realized he was naked. He poked his head out of the pod and looked around, he was in a long room full of cryo-chambers.
"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."
Jake swore then dashed towards the door at the end of the room.
This is the only door, it's gotta be this one!
Luckey burst through the door, and looked around, lockers lined the wall. They each had named painted on them. He found the one labeled 'J. Lucky'.
"Fuck man, they even spelt my name wrong... At least know who you're kidnapping! Dumb bastards..."
He opened the locker. Inside was a tet of clothes. A black jacket, trousers, and some kind of skin-tight body suit.
"Personal belongings my ass... As if I'd wear this shit..." He muttered, dropping th body suit to the ground, as he begun to pull on the trousers. The suit made a loud clank when it hit the steel plated floor. This caused him to raise an eyebrow.
He lifted the suit again, it was about the same weight as a wet suit. He stretched it, then dropped it again. It made a loud noise as it hit the floor.
"The hell? Its not even heavy..."
He picked it up again and gave it a smack. It swung back and forth. He stared at it quizzically.
Well if they put it in the locker it must have a purpose...
He pulled on the suit, then quickly covered the embarrassing item with the other clothes.
Now fully clothed, Luckey went back to the room to study it further. The other chambers hadn't opened yet.
Why just me then?
He returned to the locker room finding something about this place unsettling. He looked around at the other lockers.
'M. ZabivaΔ' Sounds violent.
He opened that locker, and rummaged trough it. Nothing that he didn't already have. He turned to the next one, 'J. Plamer', once again the locker had similar contents. The next locker he didn't even read the label on. He pulled out a large object.
Hell yeah! Exactly what I wanted!
He ran his eyes over the handgun, before slipping it inside his pocket. Little did he know, the gun he had just casually stolen was a standard issue navy 13mm rail-pistol.
He turned to the door on the other side of the locker room and smiled, "Right... Now to find the ringleader of this freak-show, and have him answer a few questions...
It's real dark... Am I dead?
Then the humming began, like a computer starting up. The whirring of a coolant venting fan.
Whassat!?
Suddenly there was a blinding light, as the shutters of the chamber opened.
Oh shit!! I am dead amn't I!!
Woooosh! The top of the cryo chamber swung open. A cloud of vapor shot out of the sides of the little coffin shaped pod.
"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.
"Ah.. Fuck, I'm in a cryo pod? Did they take my liver?" Luckey checked himself for tell tale scar's on his lover back. There were none. "Why the hell am I here?"
He realized he was naked. He poked his head out of the pod and looked around, he was in a long room full of cryo-chambers.
"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."
Jake swore then dashed towards the door at the end of the room.
This is the only door, it's gotta be this one!
Luckey burst through the door, and looked around, lockers lined the wall. They each had named painted on them. He found the one labeled 'J. Lucky'.
"Fuck man, they even spelt my name wrong... At least know who you're kidnapping! Dumb bastards..."
He opened the locker. Inside was a tet of clothes. A black jacket, trousers, and some kind of skin-tight body suit.
"Personal belongings my ass... As if I'd wear this shit..." He muttered, dropping th body suit to the ground, as he begun to pull on the trousers. The suit made a loud clank when it hit the steel plated floor. This caused him to raise an eyebrow.
He lifted the suit again, it was about the same weight as a wet suit. He stretched it, then dropped it again. It made a loud noise as it hit the floor.
"The hell? Its not even heavy..."
He picked it up again and gave it a smack. It swung back and forth. He stared at it quizzically.
Well if they put it in the locker it must have a purpose...
He pulled on the suit, then quickly covered the embarrassing item with the other clothes.
Now fully clothed, Luckey went back to the room to study it further. The other chambers hadn't opened yet.
Why just me then?
He returned to the locker room finding something about this place unsettling. He looked around at the other lockers.
'M. ZabivaΔ' Sounds violent.
He opened that locker, and rummaged trough it. Nothing that he didn't already have. He turned to the next one, 'J. Plamer', once again the locker had similar contents. The next locker he didn't even read the label on. He pulled out a large object.
Hell yeah! Exactly what I wanted!
He ran his eyes over the handgun, before slipping it inside his pocket. Little did he know, the gun he had just casually stolen was a standard issue navy 13mm rail-pistol.
He turned to the door on the other side of the locker room and smiled, "Right... Now to find the ringleader of this freak-show, and have him answer a few questions...
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Hissing filled the room. Lieutenant Edward Kurek, Acting Captain of the Ulysses, was as limp as a wet noodle as the lid to his stasis-pod opened. The chemicals that acted as his βbloodβ were slowly replaced with his real blood, and feeling came back to his body. Seven needles, each at a different spot along his spine, slowly retreated from the plugs on his body. Two large needles retracted from his skull, one at the base of his neck, the other exactly three-inches above that. Minutes passed, Ed hanging from the tubs that slowly pushed his blood back into him.
His brain started working again. He heard things, felt things, again. He had been dead, and now he was alive again. Thoughts raced through his mind, mixed and muddled with a variety of memories. Where is my family? What is this? Why does my head hurt? Why am I naked?
No one answered his unspoken questions. The ground before him suddenly became lit up by a path of light-blue LEDs. A robotic voice, sweet and feminine, suddenly filled the silent room. βGood morning, Captain Kurek. It is officially two years prior to first jump. Please follow the illuminated path to dress, shower, and be properly briefed.β
He tried to take a step forward, but found himself floating, instead. The robotic voice kicked in again. βMy apologies, Captain. Artificial gravity was damaged in the firefight, and will be operational again in approximately seven days, three hours, thirty-seven minutes, and twelve seconds, without further interruptions. There are railings to either side of the hallway for your convenience.β
And with that, another line of LEDs, this time a light-gold color, light up a previously unnoticed railing. Shaking his head, Ed grabbed the railing and pulled himself along. βComputer, Where are we?β he said, as he entered a brightly-lit locker room. He approached the locker with his name on it, and started to dress.
βYou are onboard the UES Ulysses, en-route to planet 442c. Estimated time until arrival: Eight days, twenty-one hours, forty-two minutes and seven seconds.β
Ed stopped dressing, pants halfway up. βPlanet 442c? What kind of name is that? Ulysses? Computer, I am stationed onboard the UES Altea! β
βNegative. Your previous assignment was second-in-command to the UES Altea. Current assignment is to the UES Ulysses, capital ship of the Ulysses Project. You are the second-in-command. However, the captain was otherwise disabled in an accident approximately three-point-one-four years ago. Due to the long-distance nature of this mission so far, you were kept in cryogenic sleep until we entered the system.β
βWhy wasnβt I informed of this?β
βThis mission is top-secret. The survival of your race depends upon itsβ success. As acting Captain, you have access to the previous captainβs files. Loading them to your personal , hand-held computer now, Captain.β
Even as Ed put his beret on, a device lit up in the locker. Buckling on his belt, which held both his sword and his pistol, he stared at it for a moment. βHow many ships are in this mission?β
βThere are approximately three ships left, counting the Ulysses.β
He nodded slowly, and picked up the computer. βStart cracking open the pods. I want engineers, pilots, anyone that is necessary. Got it?β
βAffirmative, Captain.β
Silence filled the room, as the computer went about itsβ task. Ed sat down, and stared at the files.
His brain started working again. He heard things, felt things, again. He had been dead, and now he was alive again. Thoughts raced through his mind, mixed and muddled with a variety of memories. Where is my family? What is this? Why does my head hurt? Why am I naked?
No one answered his unspoken questions. The ground before him suddenly became lit up by a path of light-blue LEDs. A robotic voice, sweet and feminine, suddenly filled the silent room. βGood morning, Captain Kurek. It is officially two years prior to first jump. Please follow the illuminated path to dress, shower, and be properly briefed.β
He tried to take a step forward, but found himself floating, instead. The robotic voice kicked in again. βMy apologies, Captain. Artificial gravity was damaged in the firefight, and will be operational again in approximately seven days, three hours, thirty-seven minutes, and twelve seconds, without further interruptions. There are railings to either side of the hallway for your convenience.β
And with that, another line of LEDs, this time a light-gold color, light up a previously unnoticed railing. Shaking his head, Ed grabbed the railing and pulled himself along. βComputer, Where are we?β he said, as he entered a brightly-lit locker room. He approached the locker with his name on it, and started to dress.
βYou are onboard the UES Ulysses, en-route to planet 442c. Estimated time until arrival: Eight days, twenty-one hours, forty-two minutes and seven seconds.β
Ed stopped dressing, pants halfway up. βPlanet 442c? What kind of name is that? Ulysses? Computer, I am stationed onboard the UES Altea! β
βNegative. Your previous assignment was second-in-command to the UES Altea. Current assignment is to the UES Ulysses, capital ship of the Ulysses Project. You are the second-in-command. However, the captain was otherwise disabled in an accident approximately three-point-one-four years ago. Due to the long-distance nature of this mission so far, you were kept in cryogenic sleep until we entered the system.β
βWhy wasnβt I informed of this?β
βThis mission is top-secret. The survival of your race depends upon itsβ success. As acting Captain, you have access to the previous captainβs files. Loading them to your personal , hand-held computer now, Captain.β
Even as Ed put his beret on, a device lit up in the locker. Buckling on his belt, which held both his sword and his pistol, he stared at it for a moment. βHow many ships are in this mission?β
βThere are approximately three ships left, counting the Ulysses.β
He nodded slowly, and picked up the computer. βStart cracking open the pods. I want engineers, pilots, anyone that is necessary. Got it?β
βAffirmative, Captain.β
Silence filled the room, as the computer went about itsβ task. Ed sat down, and stared at the files.
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The first thing Angel noticed when she woke up was her splitting headache.
The second thing: her clothes were missing. That wasn't a comforting thought.
Back to the headache, though. After a moment, it dulled from a bomb test site to a manageable throb.
Then came the third thing. Where the he'll was she anyway?
Opening her eyes, she found herself looking out of fogged glass and into a darkened room. That wasn't too helpful.
Then the telltale whine of mechinery starting up. Lights flickered on. The glass slid back. A feminine, obviously computerized voice addressed her.
"Please exit your cryopod and proceed to the locker room for your personal effects."
It seemed as though things were making less sense by the second. But she had no better plan than to listen to what her 'host' said and get her 'personal effects.' hopefully those included clothes.
Too dissoriented to focus on her surroundings, Angel made for the only door she could find. Luckily, it led to what she was looking for.
The mechanic scanned the row of lockers until she found one marked 'A. Novacheck.' Thankfully, the locker contained a uniform. Not really her style, but beggers can't be choosers.
Nonchalantly, she looked up from her locker- only to see a guy about ten lockers down from her.
Snapping out of her daze immediately, Angel grabbed a towel and covered herself as quickly as possible. "What the hell are you doing in here!?"
Waking up in a cryo pod, running into a guy while naked. Definitely not her day.
The second thing: her clothes were missing. That wasn't a comforting thought.
Back to the headache, though. After a moment, it dulled from a bomb test site to a manageable throb.
Then came the third thing. Where the he'll was she anyway?
Opening her eyes, she found herself looking out of fogged glass and into a darkened room. That wasn't too helpful.
Then the telltale whine of mechinery starting up. Lights flickered on. The glass slid back. A feminine, obviously computerized voice addressed her.
"Please exit your cryopod and proceed to the locker room for your personal effects."
It seemed as though things were making less sense by the second. But she had no better plan than to listen to what her 'host' said and get her 'personal effects.' hopefully those included clothes.
Too dissoriented to focus on her surroundings, Angel made for the only door she could find. Luckily, it led to what she was looking for.
The mechanic scanned the row of lockers until she found one marked 'A. Novacheck.' Thankfully, the locker contained a uniform. Not really her style, but beggers can't be choosers.
Nonchalantly, she looked up from her locker- only to see a guy about ten lockers down from her.
Snapping out of her daze immediately, Angel grabbed a towel and covered herself as quickly as possible. "What the hell are you doing in here!?"
Waking up in a cryo pod, running into a guy while naked. Definitely not her day.
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Luckey stared at the girl, transfixed, mouth agape. He wasn't exactly the smoothest operator, and seeing a cute girl completely naked wasn't a common occasion in his life, thus his body was giving her an enthusiastic one thumb up.
"What the hell are you doing in here!?" She screamed at him. He snapped out of his daze, face turning bright red. He turned his head away, and muttered, "Umm... sorry... well... ummm..."
He couldn't think straight, every time he tried to piece together a coherent sentence he saw an image of the girls naked body in his mind which sent it reeling again. He looked back at the girl, she had now covered herself with a towel.
"Yeah... Ummm... AAAGH! Fuck!" He was now frustrated at his own stammering, He took a deep breath and continued, "You really do have amazing tits..."
The words were out before he even knew what he was saying, his face turned an even deeper shade of red. He closed his eyes, and awaited the smack he was sure was coming.
"What the hell are you doing in here!?" She screamed at him. He snapped out of his daze, face turning bright red. He turned his head away, and muttered, "Umm... sorry... well... ummm..."
He couldn't think straight, every time he tried to piece together a coherent sentence he saw an image of the girls naked body in his mind which sent it reeling again. He looked back at the girl, she had now covered herself with a towel.
"Yeah... Ummm... AAAGH! Fuck!" He was now frustrated at his own stammering, He took a deep breath and continued, "You really do have amazing tits..."
The words were out before he even knew what he was saying, his face turned an even deeper shade of red. He closed his eyes, and awaited the smack he was sure was coming.
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Angel knew her face was probably bright red by this point from rage and embarassment. Mostly rage.
Taking a deep breath, the mechanic tried to keep her voice even. "I know three different forms of martial arts and could easily kill you right now while there are no witnesses. So, unless you want to be found with all of your major arteries crushed, I suggest you shut up and quit staring at me."
Death threats are a girls best friend. And it helps when you can follow through on them.
Grabbing her clothes, Angel made for the nearest shower stall and pulled the curtain closed with more force than was probably necessary. If she ever met the idiot who had desinged a co-ed locker room for wherever she was, he was as good as dead.
Taking a deep breath, the mechanic tried to keep her voice even. "I know three different forms of martial arts and could easily kill you right now while there are no witnesses. So, unless you want to be found with all of your major arteries crushed, I suggest you shut up and quit staring at me."
Death threats are a girls best friend. And it helps when you can follow through on them.
Grabbing her clothes, Angel made for the nearest shower stall and pulled the curtain closed with more force than was probably necessary. If she ever met the idiot who had desinged a co-ed locker room for wherever she was, he was as good as dead.
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Jake breathed deeply, calming his pounding heart.
What the hell man... That... That was awesome!! If I find the genius who designed this co-ed locker room, I'll freakin' give him a hug!
He sat down on the cold metal floor. 'Ok, so where am I?' He wondered to himself he couldn't remember how he ended up here. His most recent memory before he woke up was when he was heading to the scene of a shooting on an emergency call...
"Do you have any idea of where the hell we are?" He called out, cautiously, to the girl who was still getting changed behind the shower curtain. His face flushed once again at the thought of her.
What the hell man... That... That was awesome!! If I find the genius who designed this co-ed locker room, I'll freakin' give him a hug!
He sat down on the cold metal floor. 'Ok, so where am I?' He wondered to himself he couldn't remember how he ended up here. His most recent memory before he woke up was when he was heading to the scene of a shooting on an emergency call...
"Do you have any idea of where the hell we are?" He called out, cautiously, to the girl who was still getting changed behind the shower curtain. His face flushed once again at the thought of her.
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Angel debated upon whether or not she should even bother answering the guy who had just moments ago had nerve enough to comment on her breasts of all things.
But he was the only other person she'd seen here so far, so she'd just have to tolerate him for the time being.
"If I had any clue what was going on, I'd have figured out a way out of here by now. Without letting you see me naked." If he thought she was letting that go any time soon, he was sorely mistaken.
"All I remember is signing on as a mechanic for some mission. Other than that, complete blur. It's a side-effect of being in cryo."
Zipping up her jacket, she finally stepped out of the stall, fully dressed in her surprisingly comfortable uniform. At least it didn't have a skirt. She didn't want him getting any bright ideas...
"Alright, Peeping Tom, you can look now."
But he was the only other person she'd seen here so far, so she'd just have to tolerate him for the time being.
"If I had any clue what was going on, I'd have figured out a way out of here by now. Without letting you see me naked." If he thought she was letting that go any time soon, he was sorely mistaken.
"All I remember is signing on as a mechanic for some mission. Other than that, complete blur. It's a side-effect of being in cryo."
Zipping up her jacket, she finally stepped out of the stall, fully dressed in her surprisingly comfortable uniform. At least it didn't have a skirt. She didn't want him getting any bright ideas...
"Alright, Peeping Tom, you can look now."
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A man groaned inside a pod that had been shut just moments before. The man stepped out of the pod, stretching his stiff limbs as best as he could. How long had it been since he had been in there? The other day, he was back home. Now... he was here. Why? How? Like he knew. He could do big things like finding what happened later. For now, it was time for small goals. Number one on the list is finding his clothes.
Before stepping out into the hall like the annoying synthesized voice has asked, he stopped. He heard two people out in the hall, arguing. It was actually pretty entertaining. Looks like he wasn't the only one naked, and one of the people out there was a girl. The guy was acting very awkward, and there was no way that Jeremy would go out there and ruin the fun. After a while, he hear the girl say that the poor guy out there could look, so that meant the fun was over and it was probably safe to go out there. Too bad.
He found himself a little farther along from those two then he had thought, but that might have been a good thing. He slipped into whatever clothes they had put in there for him, then took a look at the weapon that had been in the bottom. Things were good, it seemed; it was his own. He slipped it into his waistline; he'd have to try and find something to hold it in. And now, he figured, it was time to go meet the neighbors. After a sigh, he started to walk down the row of lockers. They'd notice him.
A man groaned inside a pod that had been shut just moments before. The man stepped out of the pod, stretching his stiff limbs as best as he could. How long had it been since he had been in there? The other day, he was back home. Now... he was here. Why? How? Like he knew. He could do big things like finding what happened later. For now, it was time for small goals. Number one on the list is finding his clothes.
Before stepping out into the hall like the annoying synthesized voice has asked, he stopped. He heard two people out in the hall, arguing. It was actually pretty entertaining. Looks like he wasn't the only one naked, and one of the people out there was a girl. The guy was acting very awkward, and there was no way that Jeremy would go out there and ruin the fun. After a while, he hear the girl say that the poor guy out there could look, so that meant the fun was over and it was probably safe to go out there. Too bad.
He found himself a little farther along from those two then he had thought, but that might have been a good thing. He slipped into whatever clothes they had put in there for him, then took a look at the weapon that had been in the bottom. Things were good, it seemed; it was his own. He slipped it into his waistline; he'd have to try and find something to hold it in. And now, he figured, it was time to go meet the neighbors. After a sigh, he started to walk down the row of lockers. They'd notice him.
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"Hey, your the one who walked in here like that... It's not my fault..." Luckey weakly defended himself. As he spoke he turned to face the girl, and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. His head whipped around, and he studied the newcomer. Another blonde, and he wasn't wearing the same sort of uniform as the other two. Jake found this suspicious.
"So, who're you then?" He asked. His hand shot into his pocket, gripping the stolen handgun tightly.
"So, who're you then?" He asked. His hand shot into his pocket, gripping the stolen handgun tightly.
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Ed had finished reading the files, and rubbed the plugs on the back of his head. "Computer, Are the colony ships' Captain's awake?"
"Negative. The colony ships are currently running on full automation."
He grunted, druming his fingers on his leg. Great. "Computer. Run a scan for those individuals' on the colony ships. Inform me of anyone with my last name. And turn on the elevator."
There was a light humming, as the computer multi-tasked. It was waking up personel, running a scan, checking the repairs, turning on lights and elevators, and insuring there were no hostiles in the sector. "Scan complete, Captain. There are no other individuals in the flotilla with your last name."
"Fuck.. Roger that. Get me to the ready room", he said, as he stepped into the elevator. The door whooshed shut behind him, and he felt himself moving up. It opened a moment later, to a dimly lit hallway. LEDs flickered alive along the walls, forming a path to a door. "Captain, Please proceed down the highlighted path to the Ready Room."
As he walked down the path, he thought over the information he had read in the files. Project Ulysses; Humanities last hope... Or, so they were forced to believe. He frowned. Something had killed all the Captains off, along with most of the bridge crew. The Ulysses was badly damaged, but automated repairs had fixed most of that. And something was following them. But what? Ed sighed, stopping outside the door, and rubbed his eyes.
The door opened. It was an empty conference room. He walked into it, and sat down at the head of the table. Holographic displays lit up, giving him a list of commands. He touched one. "Lets see.."
"Negative. The colony ships are currently running on full automation."
He grunted, druming his fingers on his leg. Great. "Computer. Run a scan for those individuals' on the colony ships. Inform me of anyone with my last name. And turn on the elevator."
There was a light humming, as the computer multi-tasked. It was waking up personel, running a scan, checking the repairs, turning on lights and elevators, and insuring there were no hostiles in the sector. "Scan complete, Captain. There are no other individuals in the flotilla with your last name."
"Fuck.. Roger that. Get me to the ready room", he said, as he stepped into the elevator. The door whooshed shut behind him, and he felt himself moving up. It opened a moment later, to a dimly lit hallway. LEDs flickered alive along the walls, forming a path to a door. "Captain, Please proceed down the highlighted path to the Ready Room."
As he walked down the path, he thought over the information he had read in the files. Project Ulysses; Humanities last hope... Or, so they were forced to believe. He frowned. Something had killed all the Captains off, along with most of the bridge crew. The Ulysses was badly damaged, but automated repairs had fixed most of that. And something was following them. But what? Ed sighed, stopping outside the door, and rubbed his eyes.
The door opened. It was an empty conference room. He walked into it, and sat down at the head of the table. Holographic displays lit up, giving him a list of commands. He touched one. "Lets see.."
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Angel was just about to point out that him staring at her wasn't her fault, but forgot about that for a moment when she noticed another guy leaning against the lockers.
Just... watching them.
Creepy.
"How long have you been there?" Well, at least she wasn't stuck alone with the pervert anymore.
... Unless they were both perverts. Crap.
Just... watching them.
Creepy.
"How long have you been there?" Well, at least she wasn't stuck alone with the pervert anymore.
... Unless they were both perverts. Crap.
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"I could ask you the same question. All I know so far is that you enjoy harassing that poor girl over there."
Jeremy had a small smile on his face as he slowed to a stop in from of the man. Boy, he was jumpy. Well, maybe Jeremy should have been more on edge than he was. After all, the were in some unknown place filled with people sleeping in pods. Or at least, he thought that there were others sleeping in pods. Ah, what did it matter? He put his hands up for a second to show that he was unarmed... or at least not visibly.
"Calm down and get your hand out of your pocket. I'm not going to do anything. No need to shot me or use whatever you have in there. As for your question, miss, I haven't been here that long. I came out by the time you were changing behind a shower curtain. Happy?"
Jeremy had a small smile on his face as he slowed to a stop in from of the man. Boy, he was jumpy. Well, maybe Jeremy should have been more on edge than he was. After all, the were in some unknown place filled with people sleeping in pods. Or at least, he thought that there were others sleeping in pods. Ah, what did it matter? He put his hands up for a second to show that he was unarmed... or at least not visibly.
"Calm down and get your hand out of your pocket. I'm not going to do anything. No need to shot me or use whatever you have in there. As for your question, miss, I haven't been here that long. I came out by the time you were changing behind a shower curtain. Happy?"
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Satisfied, Angel turned to the first guy she'd run into. "Now, you see? He's on my side." She gave him a look. "And whose idea was it to give you a weapon anyway? You don't exactly look qualified to work that thing."
She didn't know what he had on him, but she was still pretty sure he didn't know how to use it.
Call it women's intuition.
Shaking it off, she looked back to the new guy, who seemed to be the least jumpy of the three of them. "I'd actually be much happier if I knew where we are, but yes, I'm happy enough."
Population count so far: two guys, one girl. Hope this doesn't lead to any issues.
Angel took a breath, gathering her thoughts. "Okay, look. As long as we're stuck here, we might as well start getting to know one another. I'm Angel Novacheck. Mechanic and weapons specialist. AKA, the last girl you want to mess with."
She didn't know what he had on him, but she was still pretty sure he didn't know how to use it.
Call it women's intuition.
Shaking it off, she looked back to the new guy, who seemed to be the least jumpy of the three of them. "I'd actually be much happier if I knew where we are, but yes, I'm happy enough."
Population count so far: two guys, one girl. Hope this doesn't lead to any issues.
Angel took a breath, gathering her thoughts. "Okay, look. As long as we're stuck here, we might as well start getting to know one another. I'm Angel Novacheck. Mechanic and weapons specialist. AKA, the last girl you want to mess with."
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He released his grip from the gun, and took his hand out of his pocket. Ignoring Angel's question about the origin of the firearm, he introduced himself.
"I'm Jacob Luckey, call me Jake... or Luckey, take your pick. I'm part of an EMT back on earth. Dunno why I'm here though..."
"I'm Jacob Luckey, call me Jake... or Luckey, take your pick. I'm part of an EMT back on earth. Dunno why I'm here though..."
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"Jeremiah Asher, but just call me Jeremy or Jay. Me... I'm a bit of a weapons specialist myself. If you can name it, I can make it, at least when it comes to weapons. Haven't really tried anything else before. And I don't know why I here either. Or where 'here' is."
So, there was an EMT, then a mechanic, then himself. That was all he could see at the moment. Other than them, this place was almost empty. It was pretty depressing. As a city guy, he liked crowds and noise. This was just... wrong. It was silent, except for the three of them. "So," he asked, "should we try and find out somewhere to go? I mean, no point in sticking around here."
So, there was an EMT, then a mechanic, then himself. That was all he could see at the moment. Other than them, this place was almost empty. It was pretty depressing. As a city guy, he liked crowds and noise. This was just... wrong. It was silent, except for the three of them. "So," he asked, "should we try and find out somewhere to go? I mean, no point in sticking around here."
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An EMT, a weapons specialist, and a mehanic in a co-ed locker room. That sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn't it? Either way, Jay had a good point. There had to be someone else here who knew what was going on.
"Alright, Luckey and Jay. We woke up in cryo pods, so that must mean we were transported here for... something or other. Which means there's got to be someone in charge here, right?"
Angel looked to the only other door in the room, besides the one they'd just came through.
Through the door was a hallway.
The hallway had a window.
The window showed out to-
.... Crap.
Angel went over to the window, her mind racing at a mile a minute.
Stars.
That was all you could see. No trees, no buildings, no land even.
Just. Stars.
"Houston, we have a problem."
[OOC: Is "Luckey" pronounced differently than "Lucky"? If it is, I want to call Jake "Lucky" just to annoy him. If not.... then nevermind.]
"Alright, Luckey and Jay. We woke up in cryo pods, so that must mean we were transported here for... something or other. Which means there's got to be someone in charge here, right?"
Angel looked to the only other door in the room, besides the one they'd just came through.
Through the door was a hallway.
The hallway had a window.
The window showed out to-
.... Crap.
Angel went over to the window, her mind racing at a mile a minute.
Stars.
That was all you could see. No trees, no buildings, no land even.
Just. Stars.
"Houston, we have a problem."
[OOC: Is "Luckey" pronounced differently than "Lucky"? If it is, I want to call Jake "Lucky" just to annoy him. If not.... then nevermind.]
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All around the ship, a loud whistle announced that the Captain was about to speak. Green LEDs, pulsing on and of to create a moving path of light, showed the way to the nearest holographic display. A minute and a half later, Lieutenant Kurek flickered to life from nothing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Ulysses. Currently, we are near our destination.. The planet.. uh?"
The computer spoke up, earily echoing as it used the ships speaker system. "Planet 442c, Captain."
"Right.. Let me explain. We all were selected to be part of 'Project Ulysses'. From what I have read, it was originally meant to be an exploration mission to the other side of the galaxy.. But I think that was a cover-up for what was -really- going on."
Ed shifted in his seat, the lights in the Ready Room dimming as he adjusted the light level. "I am not the actual captain. I am Lieutenant Edward Kurek, previously assigned to the UES Altea. I was on my way to visit my family, when.. Well. This."
He gestured vaguely around him, and smiled weakly. "It seems.. I've opened up some files, that is. It seems that -something- destroyed the United Earth Defense Forces, and possibly Earth.. not to mention all the colonies. We are, quite possibly, all that remains of the armed forces. And that means that, on those two colony ships out there, could possibly be the only surviving civilians."
Fingers drummed on a desk, invisible to the holocam that caught Ed's movements. "None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we cant go back."
The computer kicked in. "Correct, Captain. All navigation logs were destroyed upon the arrival to planet 442c's system, as per regulation. There is no way to know how to get back to Earth."
He gestured vaguely at the walls. "You heard it. And I have more bad news; The Captains are all dead. The computer thinks it's because of a cyrogenic failure... But I have a feeling its a bit.. different than that. I need a mechanic and an EMT to meet me at the bridge entrance. The door controls arent responding to command, and all the cameras are out. If anyone can rig a blowtorch, or something to open that door.."
He sighed. "I'll be waiting outside the bridge door. Everyone, for safety reasons, I want you all to wear a oxygen mask. Parts of the ship are vacuums, due to damage substained three years ago. Lets all play it safe. Lieutenant Kurek out."
The screen flickered, wavered, and shut off. Ed sat back in his chair, and pulled the oxygen mask that sat on the desk on over his face. It hissed, as oxygen started flowing. "Computer, Light the way to the bridge."
Red LEDs pulsed to life outside the Ready Room. Ed followed them quietly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Ulysses. Currently, we are near our destination.. The planet.. uh?"
The computer spoke up, earily echoing as it used the ships speaker system. "Planet 442c, Captain."
"Right.. Let me explain. We all were selected to be part of 'Project Ulysses'. From what I have read, it was originally meant to be an exploration mission to the other side of the galaxy.. But I think that was a cover-up for what was -really- going on."
Ed shifted in his seat, the lights in the Ready Room dimming as he adjusted the light level. "I am not the actual captain. I am Lieutenant Edward Kurek, previously assigned to the UES Altea. I was on my way to visit my family, when.. Well. This."
He gestured vaguely around him, and smiled weakly. "It seems.. I've opened up some files, that is. It seems that -something- destroyed the United Earth Defense Forces, and possibly Earth.. not to mention all the colonies. We are, quite possibly, all that remains of the armed forces. And that means that, on those two colony ships out there, could possibly be the only surviving civilians."
Fingers drummed on a desk, invisible to the holocam that caught Ed's movements. "None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we cant go back."
The computer kicked in. "Correct, Captain. All navigation logs were destroyed upon the arrival to planet 442c's system, as per regulation. There is no way to know how to get back to Earth."
He gestured vaguely at the walls. "You heard it. And I have more bad news; The Captains are all dead. The computer thinks it's because of a cyrogenic failure... But I have a feeling its a bit.. different than that. I need a mechanic and an EMT to meet me at the bridge entrance. The door controls arent responding to command, and all the cameras are out. If anyone can rig a blowtorch, or something to open that door.."
He sighed. "I'll be waiting outside the bridge door. Everyone, for safety reasons, I want you all to wear a oxygen mask. Parts of the ship are vacuums, due to damage substained three years ago. Lets all play it safe. Lieutenant Kurek out."
The screen flickered, wavered, and shut off. Ed sat back in his chair, and pulled the oxygen mask that sat on the desk on over his face. It hissed, as oxygen started flowing. "Computer, Light the way to the bridge."
Red LEDs pulsed to life outside the Ready Room. Ed followed them quietly.
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Just as Jeremy was about to say something, the PA cut him off. Well, a PA with a hologram.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Ulysses. Currently, we are near our destination.. The planet.. uh? Right.. Let me explain. We all were selected to be part of 'Project Ulysses'. From what I have read, it was originally meant to be an exploration mission to the other side of the galaxy.. But I think that was a cover-up for what was -really- going on. It seems.. I've opened up some files, that is. It seems that -something- destroyed the United Earth Defense Forces, and possibly Earth.. not to mention all the colonies. We are, quite possibly, all that remains of the armed forces. And that means that, on those two colony ships out there, could possibly be the only surviving civilians. None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we cant go back. None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we can't go back. I'll be waiting outside the bridge door. Everyone, for safety reasons, I want you all to wear a oxygen mask. Parts of the ship are vacuums, due to damage sustained three years ago. Lets all play it safe. Lieutenant Kurek out."
The hologram flickered, then turned off. Serendipitous, eh? There just happened to be a mechanic and an EMT right here. As for a blowtorch... That might qualify as a weapon. It couldn't be that hard to make. He looked out the window for a second, then said something to the others. "Well, I don't think Houston's listening, but I'd say that Captain is at the best place to get some information. But where would there be some oxygen masks?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Ulysses. Currently, we are near our destination.. The planet.. uh? Right.. Let me explain. We all were selected to be part of 'Project Ulysses'. From what I have read, it was originally meant to be an exploration mission to the other side of the galaxy.. But I think that was a cover-up for what was -really- going on. It seems.. I've opened up some files, that is. It seems that -something- destroyed the United Earth Defense Forces, and possibly Earth.. not to mention all the colonies. We are, quite possibly, all that remains of the armed forces. And that means that, on those two colony ships out there, could possibly be the only surviving civilians. None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we cant go back. None of us has any relatives on these ships. Our kids, our wives, our husbands.. All are back there. And, we can't go back. I'll be waiting outside the bridge door. Everyone, for safety reasons, I want you all to wear a oxygen mask. Parts of the ship are vacuums, due to damage sustained three years ago. Lets all play it safe. Lieutenant Kurek out."
The hologram flickered, then turned off. Serendipitous, eh? There just happened to be a mechanic and an EMT right here. As for a blowtorch... That might qualify as a weapon. It couldn't be that hard to make. He looked out the window for a second, then said something to the others. "Well, I don't think Houston's listening, but I'd say that Captain is at the best place to get some information. But where would there be some oxygen masks?"
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Destroyed worlds, dead captains, lost in space. This was not what she had signed on for.
But, desperate times and all that junk. She'd have time to focus on losing her home planet later.
Right now, there were jobs to do.
"The heck if I know. I don't design these things, I just help with repairs." In all honesty, Angel had never been off planet before.
But no one needed to know that little detail.
"Luckey, you're an EMT. Any idea where we might find oxygen masks? And Jay, you think you could throw together a blow torch? I've go some tools if you need 'em."
They could be some of the last humans alive. They were going to have to work together to get out of this mess.
But, desperate times and all that junk. She'd have time to focus on losing her home planet later.
Right now, there were jobs to do.
"The heck if I know. I don't design these things, I just help with repairs." In all honesty, Angel had never been off planet before.
But no one needed to know that little detail.
"Luckey, you're an EMT. Any idea where we might find oxygen masks? And Jay, you think you could throw together a blow torch? I've go some tools if you need 'em."
They could be some of the last humans alive. They were going to have to work together to get out of this mess.
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Blackness. Holy shit, blackness. Aliens? Anyone? ... Humans, please God, humans?
"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.
Cryo...? Clawing almost frantically, Toby ripped himself out of his cryo-pod the very second the door opened. He couldn't bare to spend more than a second locked up in one, not after all the failures he'd heard about while he was in training. He knew the things were definitely not failproof, and he'd been damn lucky to even make it out of the one he was in alive. He collapsed to the floor onto his knees, gulping in deep breaths of the recycled air, before looking up and mumbling, "Shit... this certainly ain't Kansas, and I don't see Toto either."
He rocked back and forth for a second and then slowly got to his feet, completely confused about where he was. Last he recalled he'd been ordered to his ship, the Praetoria, to hold off the aliens. He knew it was a death sentence but so was staying behind, so he figured he'd rather die with a rifle in hand at the least.
And now... this?
"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."
Fuck, what? My personal belongings? You didn't take personal belongings with you on a military mission...
"Where in the unholy middle of fucking nowhere am I?" Airman Hunter stretched for a second, and then, noting the bright LED path that had lit up on the ground, looked around him for a second. A few opened cryo-pods filled the room near him, but there were an equal number of unopened ones as well. Some might never open, he mused with a soldier's ready acceptance of death. He took his own life as a sign of some sort of luck, and decided to just follow the path.
He stumbled, barely awake, into the locker room where there stood three very unique looking individuals. All dressed.
Then he realized he was naked, and he shook his head for a second.
"This day keeps getting fucking better and better."
"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.
Cryo...? Clawing almost frantically, Toby ripped himself out of his cryo-pod the very second the door opened. He couldn't bare to spend more than a second locked up in one, not after all the failures he'd heard about while he was in training. He knew the things were definitely not failproof, and he'd been damn lucky to even make it out of the one he was in alive. He collapsed to the floor onto his knees, gulping in deep breaths of the recycled air, before looking up and mumbling, "Shit... this certainly ain't Kansas, and I don't see Toto either."
He rocked back and forth for a second and then slowly got to his feet, completely confused about where he was. Last he recalled he'd been ordered to his ship, the Praetoria, to hold off the aliens. He knew it was a death sentence but so was staying behind, so he figured he'd rather die with a rifle in hand at the least.
And now... this?
"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."
Fuck, what? My personal belongings? You didn't take personal belongings with you on a military mission...
"Where in the unholy middle of fucking nowhere am I?" Airman Hunter stretched for a second, and then, noting the bright LED path that had lit up on the ground, looked around him for a second. A few opened cryo-pods filled the room near him, but there were an equal number of unopened ones as well. Some might never open, he mused with a soldier's ready acceptance of death. He took his own life as a sign of some sort of luck, and decided to just follow the path.
He stumbled, barely awake, into the locker room where there stood three very unique looking individuals. All dressed.
Then he realized he was naked, and he shook his head for a second.
"This day keeps getting fucking better and better."
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"This day keeps getting fucking better and better."
Angel looked toward the source of the new voice.
There was another guy in here. And he was naked.
"AHH! My eyes!" The mechanic quickly slapped her hands over her eye... then pulled them off two seconds later, an unimpressed look an her face. She still kept her eyes on his face and not... well, you know.
"Okay, yeah, I'm over it. Seriously, though, you might want to get some clothes on. Check the lockers."
Four guys and one girl on one spaceship? This had better not turn out badly for her.
Angel looked toward the source of the new voice.
There was another guy in here. And he was naked.
"AHH! My eyes!" The mechanic quickly slapped her hands over her eye... then pulled them off two seconds later, an unimpressed look an her face. She still kept her eyes on his face and not... well, you know.
"Okay, yeah, I'm over it. Seriously, though, you might want to get some clothes on. Check the lockers."
Four guys and one girl on one spaceship? This had better not turn out badly for her.
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"Well, shit. Civvies."
The woman's reaction to his nudity was to be expected from a non-enlisted, as those who worked in the Defense Fleet were unfortunately all too used to Cryo. He hated it, and tried to avoid it whenever he could, but all of them had to have a bit of training with the C-Pods. As such, everyone got over the social taboo surrounding nudity pretty damn quick, or else they transferred.
"Anyone know what's going on?" Toby knew nobody would, but retained a little desperate hope that someone would know something. His mind was already whirling with possibilities, none of them too with a pleasant future. With civilians on board the ship, anything could be possible. He quickly surveyed the group, noting with distaste that everyone was blond. MilSoc had already long ago proven a link between traditional stereotypes and the truth, and the truth was that blonds tended towards being poor space travelers; they were impulsive, quick to judge, and very rarely enjoyed being told what to do. There was always the odd one out, but he suspected from the look of this bunch that MilSoc was right, at least in this case. (MilSoc was usually full of shit, he thought to himself with a wry smirk.)
Ignoring the gut feeling he had that something was wrong, he approached the locker labeled with his name, (the LED path had taken him right there, a surprise considering the usual quality of engineering and computer work aboard Fleet-ships,) and opened it.
"Personal belongings my ass," he grumbled, shaking his head. A fleet uniform, a field uniform, some basic standard fleet weapons, and the one thing that was actually his: a small gold and silver ring. He noted the last with a smile, figuring they'd probably taken it off when he was brought aboard. He was lucky, he dared venture to himself; most probably had even their smallest belongings misplaced or lost.
The woman's reaction to his nudity was to be expected from a non-enlisted, as those who worked in the Defense Fleet were unfortunately all too used to Cryo. He hated it, and tried to avoid it whenever he could, but all of them had to have a bit of training with the C-Pods. As such, everyone got over the social taboo surrounding nudity pretty damn quick, or else they transferred.
"Anyone know what's going on?" Toby knew nobody would, but retained a little desperate hope that someone would know something. His mind was already whirling with possibilities, none of them too with a pleasant future. With civilians on board the ship, anything could be possible. He quickly surveyed the group, noting with distaste that everyone was blond. MilSoc had already long ago proven a link between traditional stereotypes and the truth, and the truth was that blonds tended towards being poor space travelers; they were impulsive, quick to judge, and very rarely enjoyed being told what to do. There was always the odd one out, but he suspected from the look of this bunch that MilSoc was right, at least in this case. (MilSoc was usually full of shit, he thought to himself with a wry smirk.)
Ignoring the gut feeling he had that something was wrong, he approached the locker labeled with his name, (the LED path had taken him right there, a surprise considering the usual quality of engineering and computer work aboard Fleet-ships,) and opened it.
"Personal belongings my ass," he grumbled, shaking his head. A fleet uniform, a field uniform, some basic standard fleet weapons, and the one thing that was actually his: a small gold and silver ring. He noted the last with a smile, figuring they'd probably taken it off when he was brought aboard. He was lucky, he dared venture to himself; most probably had even their smallest belongings misplaced or lost.
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"Well, shit. Civvies."
Well, that obviously meant this guy was military. He frowned though; "civvies" wasn't exactly the nicest way to refer to the group. He had worked with the military making weapons enough that he had heard that term many times before, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"Anyone know what's going on?"
In his semi-sarcastic voice, Jeremy responded, "Nice to meet you, too. We're on a ship called the Ulysses, heading to 'Planet 442c.' So far it's only us four and the acting captain who are awake, and we are supposed to be heading up to the captain's rooms. Oh, did I mention that all the original captains are dead and that the ship is so damaged that we need to find oxygen masks? No? Well, that's how it is. And we need to find those masks and get going. I need one of those oxygen tanks to make a blowtorch."
Well, that obviously meant this guy was military. He frowned though; "civvies" wasn't exactly the nicest way to refer to the group. He had worked with the military making weapons enough that he had heard that term many times before, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
"Anyone know what's going on?"
In his semi-sarcastic voice, Jeremy responded, "Nice to meet you, too. We're on a ship called the Ulysses, heading to 'Planet 442c.' So far it's only us four and the acting captain who are awake, and we are supposed to be heading up to the captain's rooms. Oh, did I mention that all the original captains are dead and that the ship is so damaged that we need to find oxygen masks? No? Well, that's how it is. And we need to find those masks and get going. I need one of those oxygen tanks to make a blowtorch."
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"Captain?"
The sound of the computers voice broke his concentration, and snapped him back into reality. He was in the hallway. A warning light flashed overhead.
At his feet, was a well-preserved body of a young, female lieutenant. It looked like she'd died yesterday.. Because he was in a vaccum. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, the mask hissing. Memories flashed back to him.
He wasnt asleep, when that attack had happened. Shivering, he reached down, and closed the lifeless eyes on the girl, and stared at the..
At the -wreckage- of the bridge door. Bodies, and various parts of other bodies, floated aimlessly in the zero-gravity of the hallway. He recognized some of them. Three years? Why did he make it, but they didnt?
"Captain? You have reached the bridge."
He shook his head again. "Right.. right. I'll just.. sit here, computer. Still dazed from waking up. When they get here, inform me, I'll open the airlock."
"Affirmative, Captain."
Memories raced through his head, memories of things from three years ago. The briefing. The first jump. The hopeful prospects.. and the attack. Slowly, he curled himself up into the fetal position. What have we done?
The sound of the computers voice broke his concentration, and snapped him back into reality. He was in the hallway. A warning light flashed overhead.
At his feet, was a well-preserved body of a young, female lieutenant. It looked like she'd died yesterday.. Because he was in a vaccum. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, the mask hissing. Memories flashed back to him.
He wasnt asleep, when that attack had happened. Shivering, he reached down, and closed the lifeless eyes on the girl, and stared at the..
At the -wreckage- of the bridge door. Bodies, and various parts of other bodies, floated aimlessly in the zero-gravity of the hallway. He recognized some of them. Three years? Why did he make it, but they didnt?
"Captain? You have reached the bridge."
He shook his head again. "Right.. right. I'll just.. sit here, computer. Still dazed from waking up. When they get here, inform me, I'll open the airlock."
"Affirmative, Captain."
Memories raced through his head, memories of things from three years ago. The briefing. The first jump. The hopeful prospects.. and the attack. Slowly, he curled himself up into the fetal position. What have we done?
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Angel ignored the hostility between Jay and the new guy. Right now, the important job was finding those oxgen masks. If only someone knew where everything was...
The idea hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Hang on, I think I know how to find what we're looking for." Clearing her throat, she spoke loudly and clearly. "Computer, mark route to nearest oxygen masks."
A second of silence.
Then...
"Lighting route to oxygen mask hub."
A line of LED lights trailed toward the far end of the locker room. Sure enough, they ended at a small hub that practically blended in with the wall.
Not the best planning, if you thought about it.
Angel tapped the door, and the hub opened, revealing a dozen oxygen masks and tanks. The mechanic grinned.
"Alright, boys, grab what you need and let's get a move on."
The idea hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Hang on, I think I know how to find what we're looking for." Clearing her throat, she spoke loudly and clearly. "Computer, mark route to nearest oxygen masks."
A second of silence.
Then...
"Lighting route to oxygen mask hub."
A line of LED lights trailed toward the far end of the locker room. Sure enough, they ended at a small hub that practically blended in with the wall.
Not the best planning, if you thought about it.
Angel tapped the door, and the hub opened, revealing a dozen oxygen masks and tanks. The mechanic grinned.
"Alright, boys, grab what you need and let's get a move on."
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