Athatar Reborn IC

ElionoNailo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ElionoNailo** on Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:19 pm

Athatar Reborn OCC/Signup
"It is a time of unrest. The Human Union, once a powerful force in the galaxy, is now torn in a violent and bloody civil war. The question dividing the humans is one of loyalty - either to the Shining Alliance, or the Black Confederates. This war only serves to increase the tension between these factions, and each has sent a small complement of troops to aid the humans that are on their side in the conflict.

Reports of the hated Dark Elves, who in their past had been dangerous warlords and powerful oppressors, are beginning to trickle in. They had been one of the first races into space, and have not been seen in large numbers since their great exodus. They left as fugitives from a world which did not love them. Some fear they may be back for revenge. The reports concerning them have not been of outlying settlements or space stations, but rather of lightning-fast raids on freighters and small convoys.
In the last eight months the Bane had reawakened and are now threatening many poorly defended systems while trying to catch up with the technology that had passed them by. Still their enormous star fortresses are well armored and a threat to any ship that crosses their path.

The powerful orcs are in their prime. They are the core of the Black Confederates, a loose bond of various orc and goblin tribes which are scattered across Athatar. Their powerful warships and dedicated ground troops stand ready, awaiting a chance for battle. They have become nearly symbiotic with the diminutive Goblins, without whose technology they could not survive. In return, the mighty orc warriors protect and provide for their dangerously intelligent comrades.

The clever goblins are known for their unmatched knowledge of explosives and accelerants. Their culture honors those who can build something great. It gives even more honor to someone who can then either blow it up or burn it down. They are members of the Black Confederates as a matter of necessity. Goblins are notoriously bad at surviving in all but the safest environments, usually because they spend most of their time thinking about great inventions - and ways of destroying them.

At the center of the Shining Alliance stand the ageless elves, whose attunement to magic is the stuff of legends. Their capital planet, Anathan, is the political hub of the SA, as well as being the art capital of the galaxy. They love nature, and use it to their benefit whenever they can. There are entire elven cities carved from living trees. The elves have also been able to tame a number of local creatures, which they use for varying purposes, including beasts of burden, air filters, and pets. Unfortunately they are dying out and are looking for solution. In a desperate measure the Elves have requested their allies create joint warship in an effort to protect their people.

The quirky, industrial gnomes are the great innovators of the Shining Alliance. There unusual, yet ingenious inventions are known to be both useful and somewhat unreliable. However, if anyone ever has an engineering problem to solve, the gnomes are who they turn to.

The stoic dwarves have taken well to space. Their culture is a great blend of the old and the new. They now control the most lucrative and bountiful asteroid fields in the Shining Alliance, including the Sobad asteroid field, the only known place in the galaxy where Byridium, one of the hardest and lightest metals in the galaxy, can be found. They are a key member of the Shining Alliance and possibly the most militarily able race in that faction.

You are about to enter a world of fantasy and science fiction. A place where dragons soar through space and Admirals wage war. Welcome... to Athatar."

OOC: The names in bold are characters that if someone wants to I can send a character Sign up to them.

On an Elven Transport:
Eight “Standard” months had passed since Esoner had been rescued by the Dorum’s Hold. Now he rode the transport to his new assignment on the very same ship. Traveling with him was the whole Elven contingent. They had trained for about a month before the ship had been finished. During the training they had chosen their call signatures. His was Reaper due to his style of wielding two katanas at the same time. Nexus was the signature of one of his squad leaders who had worked in the Elven postal system which still used the wormhole nexuses, the older and very dangerous but faster way of transiting between systems. Her real name was Sallarous Tensal and she had one of the best evasion ratings in his platoon. The Highest close combat rating was Enand Serip or Duel Shot named thus because he wields two pistols simultaneously using bio chips in his hands firing exactly when he desires to. Those two both reported directly to him. Because of their teamwork they had beaten one of the most difficult combat simulations. Also in the elven contingent were several mages for shielding and healing. The Leader of the medical team was Esuaun Herip well versed in xenomedicine, xenopsychology, and botany.
As the transport docked he boarded the Dorum’s Hold and walk up to the captain. Immediately reported to Captain Dorin Hammerfist in perfect seriousness said, “Upstart Elf reporting for duty 26:46 gnome standard time.” Then watched as the various expressions of surprise and horror unfolded in the faces of those around him.

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:48 am

Dorum's Hold was a beauty of a ship by most standards, now re-fitted, it'd stand as a beacon of technological advances for a while to come, this was his latest assignement. Tops scratched himself as his small ferrier vessel slowed down into proximity of the Dorum's hold. He could see he wasn't exactly the only new arrival on this ship as he eyed the datascreen.

Another transport was docked onboard the hold and if what he was told was true... this ship was going to be a literal seething pot of raciality and with Captain Hammerfist at the helm, one he wasn't particullarly keen to see boil over.

The ferrrier slowed to a halt as He pressed a button sending forward his ittinerary with request for permission to board.

andrian · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **andrian** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 1:17 pm

Dorin was fuming. Not only had the Shining Alliance High Command turned his ship into some kind of social experiment which required him to have elves as a part of his crew, he was stuck with THIS elf to boot!

"Welcome aboard, Esoner." the dwarf growled unpleasantly. "I don't know what the protocol is on an elven Shilnor, but on this ship, we use names and ranks when reporting for duty." He looked the elf directly in the eye, is face stony. After what he felt was a sufficient pause, he continued. "I take it you're the new squadron leader for those piles o' junk in Hangar 3. Report to Lieutenant Buldan at the end of the corridor and he'll give ya your assigned quarters and duty schedule. Dismissed."

The elves saluted satisfactorily and then left. Dorin looked at the wall panel to his right and noted that another shuttle was coming in. That would be the new Chief Engineer. He missed Frad, but the little half-gnome was being forced to take a furlough while he recovered from the injuries he had sustained in the battle with the Olive Branch Legion.

A brave lad, he is. Dorin thought. He remembered how Frad had, against his orders, gone on a space walk in the middle of the battle to repair one of the coolant lines for the engines so they could maneuver again. While he was out there he found a bomb attached to the hull and was able to disable it, despite having been wounded by a piece of shrapnel and being low on oxygen. Frad had been awarded three medals for that maneuver, all at his Captain's recommendation. If his replacement was half as good as Frad, Dorin would be content.

Phidius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Phidius** on Wed Sep 09, 2009 4:45 pm

Kregan was upbeat as he walked down the cooridors of the Dorum's Hold. They'd refitted the ship and given it a mixed crew. Though Dwarves weren't people who really got along with Elves, Kregan was also a Rider, so he respected them and accepted the change with open arms.

He got to the hangar just in time to meet the new Elven crew. "Hey there!" he said, a smile creasing his face, which was getting its first set of wrinkles. "I take it yer the new Elves?" he inquired, still smiling as he took what appeared to be their leader's hand and shook it. "Glad ta see ya," he said as he released the Elf's hand, "Truly glad. It's aboot time they started integratin' the crews o' the SA." his own Dwarfish accent was more pronounced than it usually was, a result of coming aboard the Dorum's Hold. "Oh, and I'm General Kregan Yurick, Dwarf Rider, at your service."

Kregan, say hello for me. a soft, yet profound female voice sounded in his head, the voice of his dragon, Odina, who was flying beside the ship. Kregan nodded, and began speaking again, "Me dragon, Odina, says 'ello. If ya didn't see 'er flyin' beside the ship, that may be because she's on the other side, as he's a quarter o' a mile long," Kregan laughed heartily, "An' me here all of three foot tall!" he said after he was finished. "Anyways, I hope ya make a fine addition ta Dorin's great crew."

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:08 am

As the ferrier drifted in, Tops considered the crew manifest again, given out to the crew it had been the S.A's attempt to reduce any 'suprises' amidst the new crew, ofcourse it was a somewhat piecemeal attempt and much of the information was probably missing, as he scanned the page he noticed Kregan Yurick again, it simply had 'Dwarven, Rider' written in the notes section.

He hadn't bothered seeing if any dragons were present, this simple standard class ferrier didn't have the technology to detect such things, even with the view screen displaying right ahead it wouldn't help unless the dragon was infront of a light source.. or galaxy forbid... WAS (albiet momentarily) a light source itself. Matter of fact the only reason it could detect the Dorum's hold was because at this moment in time, she WANTED to be detected.

Once the ferrier landed, Tops grabbed his trusty laser wrench and quickly disembarked through the side exit, he didn't give the small ferrier a second glance, even as he stepped out he knew it was already requesting permission to leave via auto pilot the moment it was safe to do so.

Gekidami · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gekidami** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:31 am

Vhal watched as the ploddy man got off the ship, he had been hiding on board this ship since it left and now it was finally at its destination: The Dorum' Hold, now his mission could start.
He silently creeped off the ship -his stealth generator still active- before the auto-pilot could take it away, he needed to get to an out of the way place where he 'set up camp'. The docking bay was quite busy he needed to careful, if caught he'd have a hard time making up a story as to why an armed, gas mask wearing man was wandering the ship.
Vhal dodged past a few people intill he came up to a grill on the wall blocking access to the air ducts. These places were perfect for hiding; Big enought to move around in, no one else went in there or atleast rarely, and more importantly they went all over the ship. The grill was srewed in and whilst not directly in anyones view taking it off to fast would draw attention.

Phidius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Phidius** on Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:13 pm

When the shuttle came into the bay, Kregan stopped speaking to see exactly who was coming in. When what appeared to be a goblin came out of it, his hand drifted to the hilt of his Rider's sword, though he wasn't sensing any particular malice as he would with a Black Confederate trooper.

With a deliberate effort, he relaxed his hand and put a friendly smile back on. "Oi there!" he shouted, "You the new engineer?"

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:56 am

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ElionoNailo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ElionoNailo** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 12:42 pm

After Esoner grasped the fundamentals of the device, he checked his messages and choked.
The message was as follows
“In the next three weeks ALL personal will be cycled through a full medical and psychological exam. I suggest that you summit as soon as possible when is convenient for you. Note these test will take up to eight hours and will take time to recuperate from please plan accordingly.-- Esuaun Herip Chief medical officer”
He showed it Dual Shot who groaned and said, “Do we have to go through that torture again?”

*Note:A full elven Medical exam is the most dreaded part of joining Elven Star Force. It entails electroshock, drinking Nasty chemicals, grueling mental exams, reflex tests, and more.

The Chinese Fireball · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Chinese Fireball** on Fri Sep 11, 2009 9:50 pm

On Shadow's Vengeance, near The Fire of Grishnak
Alerien could feel the excitement starting to bubble inside of him as he manoeuvred the small stealth craft into the docking port on the Black Confederate ship. It was the thrill he always got before he did something risky and possibly deadly. And he loved it. Tonight, more than a hundred Orcs and Goblins would fall into Death's cold, hungry grasp, where they rightly belonged. This was one tiny level in a massive game of vengeance. Only the game was real. And there were unlimited hours of play. Well, almost unlimited. The game would end when all of the filthy, green-skinned grime were wiped off the face of this universe. And there were a lot of those. Quite a lot.

After he docked the Shadow and had turned on the wireless aerial, he set to work on hacking the ship. It was easy. Nothing more than a few 56-digit codes, which his computer quickly solved by running through all of the possible combinations in a few seconds, and a gel fingerprint scanner. He simply entered a few numerical values for that. Black Confederates stored fingerprint data as a unique set of numbers. Quite a stupid thing to do. But then, they were Orcs and Goblins. You couldn't expect much of them. Now, everything electronic on the ship (which was practically everything, even the bins vaporised the junk) was laid open at his fingertips, ready to do what he wanted. After scrolling down the list of devices, he found the one he was looking for. Pest Disposal. After opening it, he found the action. Fumigate ship? By golly, yes. He clicked, and sat back, waiting. Usually, the ship crew would be alerted of the pest cleanout and wear masks until the gas was flushed out into space. But not this time. A lot of pests would be disposed of in a few minutes. And not of the insect variety.

On The Fire of Grishnak
The Commander was lying back in his bed, reading a book. He had always enjoyed human novels, and had arranged a secret deal with some major book publishers. He would arrange the unfortunate disappearance of the authors whose books failed to sell, in exchange for the latest thrillers. This one was a ripper, and he had just started! While he perused the black lines of page 32, he was already being scared to bits by the gory description of a contract killing. His body had started to shake uncontrollably, and his vision was flashing. God, this book is amazing! Where'd they get this technology? He would have been right if he had thought next, Well, sir, they actually got it from your pest fumigation system. Oh, and I forgot to mention, Cyanide is incredibly effective for cleaning out a ship. Just thought you'd like to know. Unfortunately for the pursuit of universal enlightenment, this thought never occurred to him. At least, not while he was alive. When he was looking back in the other world, he probably did realise what had really happened. But while he existed on this mortal plane, this is what happened: he dropped the book, his hands jerking. He couldn't stop it. Then, he fell off the bed, and had a heart attack. He fell unconscious. Then, his soul left the bindings of the earthly cosmos. This was also what happened for the other 137 crew members on the ship. And a few thousand pests.

Gekidami · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gekidami** on Sat Sep 12, 2009 6:35 am

Vhal slowly began to unscrew the the grill whilst at the same time keeping an eye on the people around, he was sort of out of everyones way in the big docking bay and they all looked busy so we wasnt to worried.
Two bolts removed was enought; He bent the light metal grill to one side -just enought for him to pass- and right after taking one last look to see if he cost was clear he squeezed through. Once inside he pulled the grill back into shape, then using his knife ruined the screw holes he had undone to make the whole thing look like the bolts had just popped out due to damage, something that wasnt to rare in a docking port. He then began to move through the ducts.

After a few turns and twist Vhal came up to a bigger area, a type of junction where several of the metal tunnels joined. 'Heres the perfect spot' he thought has he changed the setting on his stealth generator from full stealth to just lifeform dampening field, he then took out a small comunicator.

"This is Vhal to Black Confederate ship Fist Of Harkish, Come in" He said into the little device, "...tain Far'Noch here, i h... ...ou Mercenary" a voice replied, the line was full of static and parasites but still audible, Vhal replied:

-"Listen orc, i only have one minute and a half before this transmission can be detected, i've boarded the Dorums Hold as you asked, now give me the rest of my mission. 74 seconds."
-"I'll ignore yo... ...uman, i recomend you do not talk to me like that again!"
-"Human? Hum, just tell me why i'm here and what you're paying me for. 61 seconds."
-" V... ...ell, You are to discover where that ship is headed, ...ent me... ...he crews personal files. If you are capable o... ...en i'll inform you of the rest of you're mission."

"Very well" said Vhal "I'll contact you later" he added before ending the call.

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:12 am

Tops walked toward the greeting dwarf, he could hear the door of his vessel close as he spoke, "Hello there!" yelled Tops, waving his wrench arm in the air. He aproached the dwarfen man, he wasn't entirely sure which member of the crew this was, the manifest was somewhat vague in descriptions but he extended a hand for a good handshake when he realised he was still holding the lazer wrench.

"oops" he awkwardly stuffed it into a holder on his pants and extended the oily hand once more. "The name's Tobias Gunnar, your new head engineer" he exclaimed, "feel free to call me Tops, most people do after a while, probably because they forgot my full name"

Phidius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Phidius** on Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:13 am

Kregan laughed a bit when Tops accidentally stuck out the laser wrench, then took the little person's hand and shook it firmly. "Welcome aboard, Tops, I'm Kregan Yurick, Dwarf Rider and General in the Shinin' Alliance. You might or might not've seen me dragon flying' alongside this here ship, her name's Odina if she ever happens to speak with ya," he still felt odd with a human coming aboard, as he'd heard tales of Black Confederate sympathyzers infiltrating aboard SA ships, but Tops seemed a decent sort. "The Captain's right over here, if you'd like to meet him," he said, gesturing toward Dorin.

Gekidami · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gekidami** on Sun Sep 13, 2009 3:18 am

Changing the frequency on his communicator Vhal began to punch in a set of codes, this time he wasnt trying to contact anyone but send encrypted orders to his ship. These orders were to remain in stealth mode and follow the Dorums Hold at a distance, after all; Once the mission over he'd need a get off the ship.

Having done that Vhal sat down, he didnt really have much choice but to wait intill the Dorum's Hold went into full service and had all its crew onboard.

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Sun Sep 13, 2009 5:42 am

"Much abliged" grinned Tops as he wandered away from the drarven rider and over toward the far side of the hangar insearch of the ships captain, he'd heard stories so he hoped Dorim was in a good mood, humans wern't as tall as elves but they wern't a great deal behind them, but hopefully just not being elven would be enough to atain some kind of hospitality, especially since the captain would have been welcoming elves into his crew today.

ElionoNailo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ElionoNailo** on Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:03 pm

Eso had scheduled his exam as soon as he could in order that he could plea for that those under his command would not have to go through it again.
“Esua, before I undergo the Exam do we have redo all of it or can you just use previous results?” Eso asked.
“That depends on whether your scans check out,” Esuaun replied as she scanned him. “If you don’t there will definitely be questions. As it happens you do check out. So no you don’t have redo the doppelganger Exam.”
She smiled, “I have a basic profile of everyone on the ship. Did you know that currently this ship is running at about fifty percent of its normal personal load? Also In three weeks there will be officer survival training.”
“Have you ever considered going into intelligence? They could really use someone with your memory in there?” Eso asked amused.
“What! Intelligence work with my gift, that would be a dangerous and shorten my life expectance even more then the medical arts,” She replied. “By the way, what do think Captain Hammerfist would do if I found a way to decrease life support a factor of four using the empty rooms?”
“I do not have a clue. I would suggest asking him before the exam,” Eso answered. “Do know of anything I can do until then? I am getting bored and really do not want to cause problems.”
“Engineering could use your help, at least after I put their expert in aetheric systems through the exam,” She replied. “We really need to find less disturbing methods for these tests.”
“Thank you, and I agree but we don’t currently have a better way to ensure completely healthy and mentally free solders,” Eso stated.
“Do not thank me yet you still have hours of test ahead of you,” She laughed.

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:07 am

Before Tops could reach the captain, he was interupted by a man holding a digital clipboard, "Excuse me sir" He looked down his clipboard, a light was flashing next to the name Tobias Gunnar indicating a ship had recently arrived with the owner of said name aboard. "Tobias Gunnar I assume?".

"Yes, got it in one, now if you'll excuse me i'd like to speak to the cap.." blurted out Tops before being inturrupted by the clipboard holder, "I'm sorry sir, there's no time for that, all new ship personell must adhere to a strict medical exam, so if you'd like to follow me to the medical bay, we'll get you started"

"WHAT!?! I've never heard of this!" bellowed Tops angrily, "Sir it's now standard issue on all SA craft and as the flag ship vessel the Dorums hold is to set an example!, so if you'll come this way.." Tops grunted along after the man toward the medical bay.

Phidius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Phidius** on Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:12 pm

Kregan kept his upbeat mood as he walked back toward Dorin, he couldn't get past a dim itch on the edge of his senses, though he kept telling himself it was more than likely just a large spider or beetle. He shook his head, which flopped his considerable beard around, to clear it. And it worked! The itch was gone, for now, at least.

He went up to Dorin with a smile and cleared his throat, "Oi, Dorin!" he said amiably, "Can I ask ya somethin'?" he waited for Dorin to agree. "Can I ride around with Odina for a bit? We've been apart fer quite awhile..."

When Dorin nodded, Kregan beamed and said, "Thank you, Dorin." With that, he turned and went to his cabin to get his armor suit. When he was finished he went back to the docking bay and walked right up to the shield keeping the air in and the vacuum out.

"I'm comin' Odina!" he yelled with his mind to his dragon, as well as out loud. With that he jumped out . . .

. . . Just as Odina was swooping by. He 'flew'(drifted) to the opening of her neck spikes that made for an excellent saddle. It's good to see ya again, Odina. He told her mentally.

Likewise, Kregan. She replied, I was getting lonely myself, even though you were right in there.

Kregan nodded, mentally and physically, I know just how you feel, dear. he said, then sat thoughtfully for a moment as their minds meshed more fully than they had in a long time. How about a slingshot around the stor over there? he 'said' offhandedly.

It would be my pleasure. Odina replied, and accelerated toward the huge yellow-orange star, banking just when the heat was getting to be too much and the flares coming off the surface came almost uncomfortably close. Odina's inertia took her around the star, and the gravity combined with her acceleration brought them around the star at a speed that would be considered dangerous for even a warship.

When they were 'shot' back toward the Dorum's Hold, Kregan patted Odina's shining blue-black scales. That was great fun. He 'told' her.

I try, little one, I try. She replied, I thought so too. Smoke drifted back over her neck and past Kregan: a dragon laugh. Odina was the only person who ever called him 'little' without making him angry, not even his own mother called him 'little' any more.

Want to say hello to the people in the docking bay, if they're still there? Kregan asked Odina

Sure, let's show them what a real, live dragon looks like. She 'smiled' mentally, then swooped around the Dorum's Hold once before sticking her head in the docking bay.

ElionoNailo · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ElionoNailo** on Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:10 am

Esoner entered his room and pulled out his bag. He started to pull out books. Selathor’s Theories of Aetheric Gravity, Wepsor Complete Guide to Aetheric Systems, Merfsol Laws of Chaos, and many other books on similar subjects. If anyone had seen him unpacking the books out of his bag they would have been astonish by the sheer volume of books coming out of the bag if they had not been familiar with dimension shifting magic.
Eso looked at aetheric schematics and consulted his books. After a day of consulting his books and the schematics, he discovered several interesting and troubling design flaws in the design. He walked down to Engineering with several book and papers in his arms. He was looking forward to meeting Frad. He had gotten to know him while he was in sickbay the first time he had been on this ship. When he arrived in engineering he asked of the Chief Engineer.
“He is asleep is there anything I can help you with?” the Dwarf in charge asked.
“No, I will wait until he gets here,” Eso replied.
“Stay out of the way,” He was told gruffly.
Eso nodded in acknowledgment. I forgot that Dwarves require more sleep. Fortunately they also have very strong constitutions. He will probably get over the effects quickly.

DDK · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DDK** on Fri Sep 25, 2009 2:12 pm

Tops, grummbled as he plodded into the medical bay, he'd never taken a medical in his life! And look at him! He thought, His belly wobbled slightly as if in reply to that thought. Tops arrived as he noticed the Medical person on staff. Perhaps if he were another member of the team he'd have been able to avoid this checkup till later... but being the chief engineer it seemed required an immediate medical.

"Cheif engineer, Tobias Gunnar, at your service Doc!" he proclaimed "Now lets get this whole affair over with so I can get to know this ship up close and personal!" ... not to mention it's food court he added to himself in thought.

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