Race: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 01/04/000190BH
Age: 45
Hair: Short, cropped black hair.
Skin: Pale.
Eyes: Dark blue.
Height: 6'7''
Weight: 100 kg
Place of Residence: HDS Resnao
Place of Birth: Unknown
Relatives: Unknown
Enemies:None
Allies: Waffen FS
Occupation: Supreme Commander of Cybran Nation
Appearance: Tall, long leather Trenchcoat, black Waffen-FS uniform with knee high jackboots. Scars all over his face and a bionic left arm.
Fashion of Choice: Military
Weapons of Choice: Combat blade, autogun
Special Abilities:
Tactical Command
Religion/Philosophy: Cybran
Sexuality: Straight
Interests: Warfare
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Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet
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So begins...
Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet's Story
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The Cybran, dreadnought size Battleship slowly entered the area outside the Milky Way Galaxy with its men and women on alert. The 'Beast' as some called its had came out of Hyperspace an hour before hand, waiting on the others to arrive. A group of Wasp class, space Interceptors had launched three minutes ago on a check of the nearby comets.
The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them. He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)
"Lesungen?" (Readings?) Replied the Admiral. He grey uniform pressed to perfection.
"Rund um die GrƶĆe eines Interceptor. Nicht einer von uns though." (Around the size of an Interceptor. Not one of ours though.) Shouted the operator as he took his his headset.
The Admiral had seen first hand what a small ship could do in battle with a proton bomb. Damn Hisaqui.
The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them. He swallowed and turned around as the radar operator shouted out, "Kleines Schiff Kopf!" (Small ship head!)
"Lesungen?" (Readings?) Replied the Admiral. He grey uniform pressed to perfection.
"Rund um die GrƶĆe eines Interceptor. Nicht einer von uns though." (Around the size of an Interceptor. Not one of ours though.) Shouted the operator as he took his his headset.
The Admiral had seen first hand what a small ship could do in battle with a proton bomb. Damn Hisaqui.
The Battleship was now at battle stations as the Admiral started to bark out orders. He was standing on his two bionic legs, storming to the glass to view what was going on.
Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.
Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Time to show me what you can do." He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.
Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.
Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Time to show me what you can do." He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.
The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.
The Supreme Commander was handed a Kiso, the Cybran version of coffee. He smirked before his smiled faded. "Wo zum Teufel ist, dass der Verkehr hin?!" (Where the hell is that transport going?!) He shouted as he stormed over to the radio comms and took the headset off him.
The Fleet Admiral sighed, turning to walk back to his command chair when something hit the shields. "Was zum Teufel?" (What the fuck?)
The Supreme Commander was handed a Kiso, the Cybran version of coffee. He smirked before his smiled faded. "Wo zum Teufel ist, dass der Verkehr hin?!" (Where the hell is that transport going?!) He shouted as he stormed over to the radio comms and took the headset off him.
The Fleet Admiral sighed, turning to walk back to his command chair when something hit the shields. "Was zum Teufel?" (What the fuck?)
The Fleet Admiral watched as the transport pulled back, the frigates moving into battle formation ready to fight the small craft back. The dreadnought ship slowly made it's way forward.
"Monolith Class Starship, Fleet Commander, this is the Free Ship Interloper, I repeat, this is the Free Ship Interloper, please respond." Came through the radio and an English speaking operator ran over and nodded to the fleet Admiral. "Sir, wird das Handwerk zu kommunizieren versuchen." (Sir, the small craft is trying to communicate.)
"Sprechen Sie mit ihnen dann. Finden Sie, was sie wollen." (Talk to them then. Find what they want.) Snapped the Supreme Commander as he had his way towards the massive glass screens.
"Monolith Class Starship, Fleet Commander, this is the Free Ship Interloper, I repeat, this is the Free Ship Interloper, please respond." Came through the radio and an English speaking operator ran over and nodded to the fleet Admiral. "Sir, wird das Handwerk zu kommunizieren versuchen." (Sir, the small craft is trying to communicate.)
"Sprechen Sie mit ihnen dann. Finden Sie, was sie wollen." (Talk to them then. Find what they want.) Snapped the Supreme Commander as he had his way towards the massive glass screens.
The admiral turned to look at the Supreme Commander and smirked, "Do we cut the channel sir?" He sighed before looking at the radar screen.
"No. We are here to transport men and units to the space station, not start a war in this galaxy." The Supreme Commander sighed, rubbing his bionic hand like it was still his proper hand. "What's there mission?"
"Free Ship Interloper, this is the Cybran battleship, HDS Resnao, state your intentions or we will open fire. I repeat: we will open fire." The operator stated blankly. He was in no mood for fighting with some little ship.
"No. We are here to transport men and units to the space station, not start a war in this galaxy." The Supreme Commander sighed, rubbing his bionic hand like it was still his proper hand. "What's there mission?"
"Free Ship Interloper, this is the Cybran battleship, HDS Resnao, state your intentions or we will open fire. I repeat: we will open fire." The operator stated blankly. He was in no mood for fighting with some little ship.
The Resano slowly pushed up towards the small ship and the frigates pulled back. It was almost clear that they would open fire if needed.
"Supreme Commander, they are saying that they are non-combative." The Admiral sighed and nodded to another operator.
"Get them on board. Hangar 6." He snapped, storming off out the control room and two heavily build men followed him, each supporting an FT-1100 assault rifle.
"Supreme Commander, they are saying that they are non-combative." The Admiral sighed and nodded to another operator.
"Get them on board. Hangar 6." He snapped, storming off out the control room and two heavily build men followed him, each supporting an FT-1100 assault rifle.
Interloper, you are to come on board at this time under orders of the high Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet.
"Interloper, you are to come on board at this time under orders of the high Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet." The operator said calmly as the Admiral climbed to watch the small ship out the window.
"I am tell you to get on board the Resnao. Hanger Six, Starboard side." The operator stated before turning to look at the Admiral. "Sir? Your orders?"
"Get some of the Waffen FS down to Hanger six."
"Yes, sir."
"Get some of the Waffen FS down to Hanger six."
"Yes, sir."
smirked slightly in his massive leather trenchcoat. The Waffen FS armed and ready. The auto desk guns on the ceiling were primed and armed, waiting the order from the bridge. The atmospheric shields started up as the hanger doors were open.
One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."
One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."
Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet smirked slightly in his massive leather trenchcoat. The Waffen FS armed and ready. The auto desk guns on the ceiling were primed and armed, waiting the order from the bridge. The atmospheric shields started up as the hanger doors were open.
One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."
One of the officers stood by the Supreme Commander with his weapon lowered. He turned and looked at the Sumpreme Commander, "Orders sir?"
"Check him over and send me to check the damned ship."
"Yes, sir."
Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet looked at the ship and smirked. "Do not fire unless I say so. Where's the fucked up translator."
"Here, sir." Said a small round man with a wobble as he walked over. Compared to the Supreme Commander he was tiny. He rubbed his nose and stopped at the side of the Commander.
"Here, sir." Said a small round man with a wobble as he walked over. Compared to the Supreme Commander he was tiny. He rubbed his nose and stopped at the side of the Commander.
The translator turned and translated what was sad before turning around and sighed, "Greetings. Yes, you may."
Ingualt looked at the man, rubbing his bionic arm. He turned and nodded to the officer, whom with men stormed the small ship and searched the man. "Never be too careful, traveler. This is the HDS Resano. Welcome aboard."
Ingualt looked at the man, rubbing his bionic arm. He turned and nodded to the officer, whom with men stormed the small ship and searched the man. "Never be too careful, traveler. This is the HDS Resano. Welcome aboard."
"What is your mission then traveler?" The translator snapped as he had been told off the Supreme Commander.
The Translator sighed before he spoke once more after the Commander had spoke to him. "You may go now."
The Cybran, dreadnought size Battleship slowly entered the area outside the Milky Way Galaxy with its men and women on alert. The 'Beast' as some called its had came out of Hyperspace an hour before hand, waiting on the others to arrive. A group of Wasp class, space Interceptors had launched three minutes ago on a check of the nearby comets.
The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them.
Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.
Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Zeit, mir zu zeigen, was Sie tun kƶnnen." (Time to show me what you can do.) He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.
The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.
The Battleship's commander, Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Hindbura sat in the command chair as members of his crew continued with the checks. Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet watched as a few ships jumped out. He was in his normal Black uniform with his medals pinned to his chest, all 58 of them.
Other battleships and assault ships started to move, slowly towards the Dreadnought was sitting. Nothing was allowed to be launched without the Admiral's permission.
Supreme Commander Rooseavet looked at the Admiral and smirked, "Zeit, mir zu zeigen, was Sie tun kƶnnen." (Time to show me what you can do.) He smiled and walked over to the battle controller's desk and watched the radar then the other sensors. Most of the crew were at battle stations and the captains of the space squadrons were in their fighters ready.
The other battleships, HDS Drisaki and HDS Hoka slowly moved into position. The smaller Frigates and Tankers got into position as Cruisers and Destroyers also moved into position. The group of fighters came back to the space and landed, just to be refueled. A transport ships slowly made its way forward as it had no idea what was going on. It's aim, like the rest of the tranports and tankers were to get to the 1041st Panzer army located on the massive space station outside the Milky Way, roughly seven-point-eight-nine-three miles away.
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