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Pan'Chek

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Pan'Chek is a main sequence star within the Cygnus Arm of the Milky way Galaxy, it's a typical yellow dwarf star that has eleven planets, mainly populated by the Aschen Empire

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Pan'Chek is a main sequence star within the Cygnus Arm of the Milky way Galaxy, it's a typical yellow dwarf star that has eleven planets.
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Pan'Chek

Pan'Chek is a main sequence star within the Cygnus Arm of the Milky way Galaxy, it's a typical yellow dwarf star that has eleven planets, mainly populated by the Aschen Empire

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Pan'Chek is a part of The Aschen Core.

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Paul Clarke [12] Oberon exploratory astronaut.
James McKenna [3] Detective Sergeant with the CPF
lilliah Okumura [2] she is the daughter of Rin okumura and she is also half demon like her father.
Dianne Freeman [1] "At the end of the day all that matters is how well you play the game."

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Silently drifting through the stillness of space, a ship approaches Aschen space. Inside of the ship, named Discovery VII, to it's closest translation, were six Oberon, a race of humanoids never before seen by anyone here. Nor anywhere else, really. They weren't here to present any treaties, nor attack anything, but just to watch. Only two of the Oberon, both male, were active. The rest were in hyper-sleep, as the journey was long, even with a skip drive. The ship was not very large, but that wasn't much of a problem. They only needed two beds, and while sleeping in 0G was hard, the two Oberon were accustomed to it by now. The trip had only taken about three weeks, incredibly shorter than they used to, thanks to the recently trialed cold-fusion engines. All that they really needed to power it was water, which was easy enough to come by. The Oberon at the helm of the ship, known very simply as Paul Clarke, looked at the planets in front of him. One of them, called I-01.7, being the first inhabited planet they had seen. The other Oberon, Will Kengor, manuevered himself into the cockpit and stared at the sight in front of him. He didn't say anything, and neither did Paul. They continued on, getting closer to I-01.7.

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The second Oberon, the one not at the helm of the ship, asks the one known as Paul if he should awaken the rest of the crew, and is met with a nod. He pushes himself out of the cockpit of the ship and down a corridor and through a door marked CRYOCHAMBERS, which held the remainder of the crew, four Oberon of which two were male and two were female. In each of the cylindrical metal and glass chambers lies the Oberon crewmembers, in an induced sleep, similar to that of the hibernation of an animal. Projected onto their foreheads were three green circles, representing to the live crewmembers that their lung, heart, and brain functions were all normal. The Oberon known as Will Kengor flicks his eyes to assure that each of the crew's vitals are functioning, and then his eyes stop on that of the third pod, containing a male known as Henry. His vitals are green, except for the circle in the center, representing brain function, which is yellow. Unfortunately, this means he has become unstable, and must be left in cryosleep for another 12 hours, with adjusted settings to slowly take him out of Cryosleep. The only problem is that he's their language specialist and had been studying the intercepted signals originating from I-01.7 , and also was their emergency ambassador in case they were noticed by the beings from I-01.7. So Will uses a tablet synched with the ships functions to adjust Henry's Cryopod to a slow awakening, and then uses it to open the other Cryopods containing the rest of the crew. They should be awake in 20 minutes. Will sits with his legs wrapped around some railing to the side of the room, and waits. At the helm of the ship, Paul puts on his red uniform, usually worn on departure or out-of-ship, but he feels that if they meet another species today, he should be dressed in the way the Colonial Union had priveleged him with. He interfaces with his BrainPal, a computer-like interface that interacts with his own brain, and asks 'Scott' as he had named it, what the time of arrival into orbit around I-01.7 would be. About an hour and thirteen minutes at the current speed, was the response. So he just watches the planet increasing very slowly in his field of vision, and can't help but admire it.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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#, as written by barney_fife
The system they had happened into, somehow, some way, was bustling with activity, with a proverbial millions of individual starships formed in orderly starlanes that stretched across the vastness of space like a spider's web, providing shimmering tendrils that stretched out among the stars.

One planet, became two, as their orbital paths revealed another verdant, continental world behind the first planet, this second planet was teeming with activity, with hundreds of thousands of starships coming, and going from various points onto the planet.

But, the unidentified vessel was being tracked from the moment it entered the Pan'chek system so danger close to the Langara-Pangar Exclusionary Zone.

A single watchtower crew kept their systems hyper-focused on the alien vessel, an entire team of technicians, and engineers pinging it's arrival on a large holographic interface.

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"Command this is Watchtower, I have positive weapons lock on the approaching vessel, request permission to engage, all orbital defenses show green." A Control officer said in a calm voice, while she reached up and manipulated a vast point-and-click interface that was sprawled across a gleaming white control center.


"Command, this is Commander Papadopoulos, of the Adriatic, I'm CBDR to the unidentified vessel, requesting weapons free!" Hailed the Adriatic, a singular Hastati class cruiser, roughly 1.5 kilometers in length, bearing from a far flung region of the star system.

"Acknowledged, Adriatic Actual, this is the Harbinger of Piety, I'll be providing support, while coordinating fire from the Magna Thraecia ODPs, steer clear of flying singularities, we're evacuating the region now!" Admiral Elisha Whitcomb called out over the comms, as she manipulated the interface of her Reverence II, the Harbinger of Piety, flanked on one side by the RII Commitment and Patience, and the Imperious Class Command Carrier Sakala, commanded by Commander Mashad Sidiim, a rugged native of the savannahs of Leonis, hailing from the city of Hedon.

"ETA to contact, one Millicenton." EVE reported from her position near Admiral Whitcomb's station. "Unidentified vessel matches no known designs." The Admiral offered a curt nod, and then turned to her tactical officer.

"Get a Marine strike team in their Condors and prepare for boarding action." Admiral Whitcomb ordered.

"Send hostile challenge, and order them to surrender." The Admiral added, casting a gaze to EVE. The AI Nodded, and began transmitting a simple binary message that could be easily translated into whatever languages these aliens spoke.

"Attention Unidentified Vessel, you are ordered to power down your shields, weapons, engines, and any defensive countermeasures, prepare for boarding action, and immediate seizure. Any resistance will be met with force, you have thirty [SMALL TIME UNITS] to comply, or we will prosecute your vessel with all haste."

The message was transmitted on multiple radio frequencies, and it repeated.

Quietly, the Admiral watched the interface, as her battle group began to close on the singular vessel.

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Character Portrait: James McKenna Character Portrait: Paul Clarke Character Portrait: lilliah Okumura

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 “ Why am I doing this again? ”

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Paul Clarke
  1. As a quick note for the next post from Fife, the Discovery VII has only a heat shield, and is virtually unarmed, with minimum energy weaponry that probably won't do anything to the Aschen ships. As for what the crew is armed with, well, not much. Pretty sure boarding is inevitable.

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The Discovery VII caught the signal, to slight panic of the helmsman that was quickly suppressed. The translated words washed over the intercom of the ship, then the beckoning of Paul to the other Oberon Astronaut. It was quite obvious they had been detected. They weren't quite sure what to do, but quickly decided on cooperation, as they weren't sure of the level of reception they were recieving, but any untranslated communication from here on out would be defaulted as hostility. Making no attempt to move forward any farther or even to send a response to the senders of the signal, they froze all movement. For the first time, Paul noticed a thin line of metallic-seeming objects, but there was no time to observe now. They wanted to show a specific lack of hostile intent, so they only good choice they could make was absolute cooperation. Paul quickly uses his BrainPal interface to put in a quick log of what had just happened. By now, three of the four crewmates were waking up and slowly beginning to regain their senses.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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The Sakala, began it's approach towards the unidentified vessel, flanked on each side by it's escorts, a pair of Triarii class cruisers, the long, dagger shaped vessels flanked the Command Carrier, but one of the Triarii class ships began to accelerate, but not before the Adriatic began to spool it's FTL Drives.

It crossed from point A to point B in an instant, winking across vast distances in one single jump, this allowed the details of the Adriatic to be seen up close, it was sleek, appeared heavily armored, and quite large compared to the Discovery. It was bristling with what appeared to be weapons batteries, and they were all trained on the one lone ship. Unusual alien text, and a large phoenix shield crest were emblazoned on the side of the vessel.

The Commander watched the display closely, as the cruiser maintained it's weapons lock on the much smaller ship. They had come to the lion's den, and the Commander knew this. Two Condor's emerged from a hangar bay on the dorsal side of the cruiser, whipping around, they began their course towards the Discovery, each Condor was filled with a squad of about eight Imperial Marines, and two Adepts of War.

They would make contact in about thirty seconds.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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For twenty of those seconds, the Discovery was a quick blur of activity. The second helmsman quickly threw himself through the zero gravity of the ship towards the CRYO room, and as he was doing so, the remaining crew were awakening. That was the first five seconds. In the next three, Paul, the helmsman, took three pictures of the large ship, and one of the crest upon it, which he quickly messaged back to Klendath. It would be an hour until they got it. While he was doing this, Will, the second helmsman, arrived in the CryoPod room. He quickly transmitted a stream of data into each of the crew's formerly dormant members detailing what was happening, which took about four seconds. One of them, different from the others by the fact he had green skin, a mark of the service in the Colonial Union, quickly reacted, getting out of the pod almost immediately. The others weren't as quick, but woke in about another two seconds.

And then they all stopped.
They had no idea what they should do.

The last six seconds was different for Paul, compared to the other crew. He was suppressing panic, and barely managed to do so. He grabbed up a wrench floating through the zero gravity, a heavy thing, and quickly moved to the airlock.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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"Alert, I'm detecting signals originating from the vessel, triangulating destination patterns now." EVE reported, this caused Admiral Whitcomb to snarl from her position aboard the Harbinger of Piety.

She turned to her tactical officer, and then towards EVE.

"Jam all signals coming from that vessel, we cannot let them call for help, or compromise our positions here." Whitcomb ordered, as the Signals officers began working the Harbinger of Piety's massive ECW Suite, sending out a barrage of signal noise towards the alien vessel, and broadcasting a wideband EM jamming field that would attempt to inhibit further communications.

"Positive lock." One of the Condor's reported, as it maneuvered into position, extending a large docking seal that was designed to rest against the other ship's airlock, several dozen Marines stacked with weapons prepped and readied inside their troop compartment, with the Adept forming up the front, and charging his heavy Magnetron rifle.

The Condor attached with an audible thunk, that reverberated between both vessels.

Each Aschen Marine had on EVA equipment, consisting of a thin, but durable bodysuit that regulated life support functions, as well as provided an airtight seal, this was worn under the hermetically sealed CUIRASSE Powered exoskeleton, the Adept had their Type 86 power armor, and every one of them were prepped for vacuum.

The Adept began prepping a plasmite cutting torch, igniting the brilliant blue-green flame, he pressed it towards the airlock door to begin cutting through.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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Rather unfortunately for the crew of the Discovery, their mental interfaces picked up the signal noise. This briefly incapacitated them as they hurried to shut it off. Their most recent log wasn't going to reach Klendath, Paul realized. The aliens had advanced technology they had trouble even comprehending. The Oberon had never used jamming technology, but they could recognize it when it happened naturally and would simply find a way around it. Unfortunately, it4was quite obvious that this wasn't natural. Paul grips the wrench tighter, then realizes it likely won't do anything against these people. He calls out to the rest of the crew, telling them that they should simply surrender peacefully before they are harmed. At first some of them don't agree, but he convinces them quickly. So they line up in the hallway adjacent to the airlock, and Paul nervously opens the outer door, simply allowing in the aliens. How strange, he thinks. I suppose we are the aliens here.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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To say they were surprised was an understatement, as the outer airlock door came undone. The two Adepts in the front paused, they signalled for the Marines to stay behind them as the door unsealed, the two atmospheres of the ships intermingling, and mixing.

The Adept took stock, he didn't know if the other ship could accommodate their sheer size. He made one simple gesture, as two Marines moved in front, and ignited their personal aegis shields, shimmering blue-white hard light barriers that buzzed, and crackled. The Marines moved carefully through the threshold, their sleek disruptor PDW's at the ready, faces obscured by hermetically sealed visors that gave them a sinister look with their black uniforms. They pointed their weapons first at Paul, but there was a language barrier.

Two Marines came in behind the first, but they said nothing as they moved into the ship, transitioning from the artificial gravity of the Condor, to a Zero Gravity environment was fairly seamless, as the Marine's gravitic boots engaged.

"We have positive contact, Humanoid Xenos in appearance." The Marine Sergeant called into his radio, speaking a language that sounded ancient, a close relative of ancient Latin.

"Secure the ship for transport to the Harbinger of Piety." The radio replied. "Secure all valuable data, Intelligence will be on station for interrogation. We'll prep the chair." The Radio chirped. The Marine Sergeant pointed to the Oberon crew, and then pointed to his own rank insignia on his collar, gesturing as if he was asking for the leader.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Paul Clarke

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The Oberon crew displays a sort of muted anxiety at these intruders on their ship, but present no hostile actions. When they entered the inner airlock, Paul reaches over and closes the outer airlock door, and then opens the inner door. Paul knows perfectly what the weapons they hold could be capable of. Hell, he'd seen high-velocity water guns capable of tearing through metal before. At the motion of the marine, seemingly asking for the one in charge, Paul raises his hand and then folds them back behind him. The Oberon are communicating with each other through their BrainPals, commenting and sharing observations about the intruders. One of them takes an audio recording of the statement of the marine. The Adepts are simply referred to as 'the heavy ones,' and present some alarm to the observational tactician, Robert, as to him, they are the heaviest armed and armored soldiers he'd seen, and he wondered what type of being could even carry that. He then supposed that these soldiers must only be used in space, as zero gravity surely helped them.

During this time, the Oberon don't say anything aloud, not sure if that would startle the intruders, as their language was much different from theirs. They instead communicate through their mental interfaces.

Soon, Henry is remembered, and one of the crew makes a move to go get him, before swiftly being stopped. Henry is still in cryosleep, and is unfortunately probably the only person on their crew, maybe even their race, that can communicate with these other beings.

Paul then tries to convey that there is another person on board the ship, gesturing towards the Cryo room, which is only a couple of yards away.

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