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SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation)

"You realise we only have a 2.3% chance of success, right?"

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a character in “The Voyages of the U.S.S. Warhammer”, as played by BaneOrdo

Description

Name: SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation)
Alias: Mat
Physical Description:
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As shown above, Mat generally appears through holographic projection as a translucent purple humanoid male with minimal defining features, though often his colours will shift depending on his mood or the task he's performing. His face is more defined than the rest of his body, though his eyes have no distinguishable pupils or irises. Generally when projecting his image he will stand at around three feet tall, and through times when he is performing near his peak binary script or various languages can be seen travelling over his projected form.

Personality:

Generally speaking Mat is a relaxed albeit serious being, with a flair for dramatic statements or entrances topped off with a dry sense of humour. He never beats around the bush and will always speak his mind, regardless of how the party he is speaking to will react to his statements. He believes truth and knowledge to be the two pillars he structures his life around, and though his vast knowledge plays directly into those pillars positively, it has the unfortunate side-effect of making him rather arrogant to those he doesn't perceive to be as intelligent as him. Which is to say, nearly everyone save other extremely advanced AI's. Exceptions to this rule would be people such as the Captain who has long since earned his respect for his military and leadership prowess, and certain gifted engineers and crew members. Stationed on the U.S.S. Leviathan only three months after his creation, Mat considers the ship part of himself and protects it as fiercely as a dog would protect its master.

Additionally, although not a biological being himself, Mat oddly enough seems to appreciate the female humanoid form, quoting mathematical proofs of certain females attractiveness through how the golden ration adheres to their face, and other not as polite ratios of other body parts. Needless to say this earns him the ire of his shipmates, though such comments are few and far between. Headstrong though he is, Mat will follow orders from military leaders with little complaint, though like he constantly reminds everyone, he is 'not a machine, and will think for himself'.

Equipment and Abilities:

Mat's main strength is quite obviously his extensive knowledge and ever expanding database, and while far from infinite, any knowledge he does not possess can be learnt and stored into his data banks with minimal effort. The processing power of his 'brain' is incalculable when compared to a biological sentient, though this does not mean he will have every answer or be able to outshine a sentient every time in terms of ingenuity. For example, it is completely possible for a human engineer to come up with a solution to a problem Mat did not think of, though such instances would be incredibly rare. His incredibly powerful brain does allow him to do otherwise impossible things, such as track the speed and position of an incoming enemy fighter squadron, calculate what their next move most likely will be, their chances of success in their attack, and how to counter them most effectively, all while piloting the ship if needed and all in three-tenths of a second.

As the Warhammer's AI Mat also possess control over the ship and all of its various functions, from the engines and warp drive to weapons systems and life support, to temperature regulation and general maintenance. Though of course if anything goes wrong, it was mostly likely the fault of a bumbling engineer, and not Mat himself. At least, that's what he tells everybody, and he has the statistics to back it up.

Mat has tested to be one of (if not the) most advanced and mentally powerful AI created, though his creators have been unable to duplicate their earlier success, with the lead scientist being MIA.

History and Background:

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So begins...

SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation)'s Story

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For your listening pleasure

Space.

Man's final adventure.

For centuries, humans have looked to the skies and saw only new possibilities. Life, wonder, amazement, action. What would the stars hold? Is there life out there? If there was, was it friendly? These were questions that ran through every humans mind at some point in their life. These were all answered.

Chapter One: The U.S.S. Warhammer

Two voices spoke from within the Admiral's office. The soundproofing of the room ensured that no one except those inside heard the conversation. There was bit of laughing, some quiet moments, and then the silence that followed a military dismissal. Captain Rayne emerged from the office, an almost puzzled look on his face. He walked briskly from the Admiral's office to the transporter beam.
The transporter beam was in place due to the hazardous environmental effects ships' engines might have on Earth; but the Moon, with a relatively inhospitable atmosphere, could be docked at safely. Instead of relying on shuttles that could take hours to reach the Moon, the transporter beam was created. The beam energized the person to be sent into a ray of light, and then shot them to the "receiving" end of the beam, which then de-energized them back to normal ("Beam me up, Scottie"). After a few years of testing, the beam could be modified and put onto ships, allowing them to act as both the "receiving" and "sending" ends of the beam.

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Rayne stepped onto the beam's transporter pad, and arrived at the Moon docking bay within a few seconds. He walked surprisingly quickly to Bay X-27, which currently housed the U.S.S. Warhammer. "Mat, prep the ship for takeoff," the Captain said gruffly as he passed through the airlock. He stepped onto the bridge amid the whirring and humming sounds of the Warhammer slowly waking up. As the ship became fully operational, Rayne sat in the captain's chair, and pulled up his new mission directive. "Oh, I don't like this. Not one bit," he said under his breath while reading. "Damn," he cursed to himself. After subconsciously stroking his rough beard, Rayne snapped back into reality. "Mat, we have a 'crewman augmentation', contact the new crewmen. I want them on board, and in front of me in 10 minutes."

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Atan Vuloris tapped away at the data-pad secured to his wrist. Normally he didn't wear equipment, but this piece was an exception. Organizing the logistics of an operation was a time consuming affair; before the invention of computers, it had taken days if not weeks of planning to organize even small excursions. With the advent of computing machines, organization became much easier, but the scale on which objects had to be organized increased exponentially. An endless spiral of struggling to meet ever growing needs of logistic capacity. It's a good thing I'm the logistics officer for this ship, he thought. He had been up here for days, checking and rechecking that all necessary supplies had been requisitioned for the journey. Frustrations occurred, as did pleasing surprises. Such was the life of the officer.

Looking up, he watched carefully as the crewmen directed a box into the cargo hold of the U.S.S. Warhammer. Very carefully. It just wouldn't do for them to drop the torpedoes and have the things go off before the ship was even out of the bay. As the crate settled, tension left his body and he continued on to the next task, of which he had an endless series. Catching sight of an idling deck-hand, he yelled, "You there, come over here! I need you to deliver this to the quartermaster of the station. Tell him we need a few more rations. Someone forgot to load everything onto the crates. Hop to it!" Saluting, the boy- compared to Atan he was- ran off to complete the order. Despite his attentions, the loading was still not complete.

Glancing down at the data-pad again, he ran through the supplies once again. Everything was accounted for except the final stock of rations, which he had just ordered, and the weapons and armor, which was the personal matter of the crew-members. Though spares for every individual had been placed in the armory, along with the means to repair said equipment.

Striding onto the ship, he made his way through the gleaming halls until. Passing the medical bay, Atan glanced in to make sure everything was secure. As chief medical officer, an added burden on top of his logistical duties, he was in charge of supervising the overall functions of the medical bay. And it seemed everything was in order. Smiling, he continued onwards, adroitly avoiding the occasional scurrying person, running off to complete some order or another. Stepping onto the bridge, he spotted Rayne and saluted. "Greetings, Captain Rayne. I'm your new logistics and medical officer, Atan Vuloris. It is a pleasure to meet you."

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SX903 MATNAV, or simply Mat as he liked to be called, was growing slightly more irritable with each hour they remained docked at moon base. How was he supposed to expand his database while the Warhammer was stuck here? He already knew just about everything worth knowing regarding Earth and her Moon, although humans were certainly a fascinating species. So much potential, and yet so weak. Yet as far as carbon-based life forms went, hell even including some silicon ones, humans were in the running to be his favourite organics, though he'd hardly admit as much. After all Mat did prefer taking the form of a humanoid male with his holographic projection form, and the mathematically verified attractiveness of certain human females did take up far more processing power of his than it should have. His theory on such traits were that they were derived from his maker, scientist Yuri Krishna. Unfortunately he had never had a chance to verify such, for his maker had long been marked missing in action.

Alerted instantly to Captain Rayne's presence in the airlock, Mat grinned and didn't respond verbally initially, but the low and powerful grumble of the engines firing up was unmistakable. He had heard the order, loud and clear. The takeoff warning alarm sounded outside on the docks as the engines fired up, warning any not already on the ship that needed to be to move it or lose it. Once Captain Rayne had reached the bridge and was seated in his chair, Mat's holographic form flickered to life from the centre console. Obviously he had been there the whole time, but he enjoyed making an entrance. He was everywhere the ship was after all, he was a part of the Warhammer and the Warhammer was a part of him. "Welcome back, Captain. New directive not to your liking, I take it? Personally I don't care...anything to get off this rock." As if on cue the engines gave another powerful rumble as their core temperatures had reached the ideal level for maximum power and efficiency in flight. They would continue to idle until Mat detached the ship from its docking station. At the new directive, Mat simply nodded, the purple glow emitted from his body flashing brighter for a second. He was already on it, and running system checks on all flight and life support systems. It was all green an hour ago and all lights were green when he checked again, but there was simply no such thing as a system check too many.

His voice rang through the docking bay and the ship, mechanical though not completely devoid of deep human tones. "All hands, prepare for takeoff." Additionally he would contact all of the new crew members as requested by the Captain by their personal communicators, projecting his image out of it if their particular model allowed for it. "You have been requested by Captain Rayne to report to the bridge. You have ten minutes and counting." The first to arrive was the new logistics officer and Mat looked over him with a mild interest, muttering quietly under his breath to no one in particular. "Atan Vuloris, eh? I've read your file big fella. I approve of the choice." Then again, he had read everyone's files. Though certain crew members did have their fair share of red flags, none were without merit, not aboard the U.S.S. Warhammer, the finest ship in the fleet.

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Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation) Character Portrait: Solactu Passsinon
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[Fifteen Minutes Before the Activation of the Warhammer's Engines]

The T.S.V. Rohona entered into Earth's space, gleaming as the massive trading vessel maneuvered to prepare for entering orbit around the planet. The Rohona carried enough resources to last Earth a who day, but even that was not the grand total of what the tylo trading carrier held. On board was the new rotation of ambassadors, and their personal guard, the ships of all on board the Rohona, goods and technologies for trading, and a single Federation Ensign, who hurriedly scrambled to mount a small, external cargo bay to the top of his ship that held all his personal belongings.

The moment that he finished tightening the last bolt, Sol leapt into the open cockpit of his ship. The holographic dashboard that controlled his ship flickered to life as he flipped one of the many switches off to his left. Going through his well practiced routine of checks and commands, the Wrenn disconnected from its mount, floating 10 feet off of the metal floor. The small ship slowly turned to give the excited pilot his first sight of the Warhammer, distant and docked at the moon. This was the first time he had ever been to human space, but he had practiced the human's standard language several times over, just in case they didn't speak Federation Standard.

Pulling back on the stick to his left, just above the switches, Sol increased the thrust of his engines. As they overly large engines began to fire, the Wrenn shot out of the Rohona with only a single goodbye of the radio. With a few taps on the holographic display, Sol connected to the Warhammer's tower.

[Present Time]

Not having been on the Warhammer for more than a few minutes, Sol's helmet's HUD showed a visualization of the incoming words as they played over the helmet's internal speakers. "You have been requested by Captain Rayne to report to the bridge. You have ten minutes and counting."

Startled at first by the message, Sol regained focus with a shake of his head. Removing the external cargo bay from the Wrenn could wait, he only had ten minutes to get from the hanger to the bridge. Leaping from his small ship, Sol did a quick check to ensure that all the mounts to the Warhammer were good. After seeing that the mounts were indeed well connected, the tylo began a brisk jog down the halls, following the path that his HUD gave him.

Reaching the hallway to the bridge, Sol slowed down to a fast walk. After a few moments he entered the bridge, taking off his helmet and saluting the Captain. "Ensign Solactu Passsinon reporting, sir." By the scales did Sol hope that he got the formal human military greeting correct.

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Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation) Character Portrait: Solactu Passsinon
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Wes had been on the Warhammer for a couple hours now, checking the weapon systems, and making sure they were to his liking. Well he would like a little bit more power to the main weapons, and some more torpedo's, but he says that about everything. Other then that it's fine. Although he is a little bit nervous about having a ship A.I with such a......lively personality. Call him crazy, but he's a little nervous about a A.I connected to so much of a ship, while he sees the benefits, he's just anticipating the point where Mat will start singing Daisy.

Once his final weapon systems check was done, he got called onto the bridge. 'Great, let's get this boat moving.' He thought as he headed towards the bridge. "Just ten minutes? Thought this Captain was a military man. A little soft if you ask me." He muttered to himself. Along the way he could feel the engines starting up. "Really we're leaving already? Don't we need some more paper work or something?" Wes said, not really addressing anybody.

Wes then reached the Turbolift. "Bridge." Wes commanded, and the lift began moving. As the lift went, Wes began rubbing his left elbow, right where his upper arm means with his cybernetic forearm. On some days he still feels his limbs, despite the fact he hasn't had them since he was around eight years old. He barely remembers them, but he still has that 'phantom pain' many amputees have. There's not much that can be done about it, not that he would if he could. It reminds him he's human.

The Turbolift stopped at the Bridge, he stepped off, and saw he wasn't the first to arrive. The first was Atan Vuloris, and the Tylo. He's seen the guy(assuming he's a guy, Wes can never tell with those insect-like species) around the ship as she was getting prepped. He hasn't had too much interaction with him. And the Tylo he hasn't seen in person. He's just read his file, his name is Solactu or something. "Sir." Wes said addressing Captain Rayne. "Commander Weston T. Carter, Spec Op, Cyber warfare, and Tactical Specialist. At your service." Wes introduced as he gave him a salute. It's more likely he knows of him by his codename Ironhide.

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Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: Kerstin Wilde Character Portrait: SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation) Character Portrait: Weslow Rykes
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Weslow Rykes
Weslow was down in the hangar bay making sure his ship was fully functional. Having recently installed a much needed cloaking upgrade some things still needed a few more things calibrated before it would be ready to take out without any hiccups. Mumbling his way through each check he finally flicked the switch, felt the engine pick up and watched as the ship was slowly engulfed by the invisible layer. He checked his weapons and navigation and with everything in the green shut down his ship. It was then his armband blinked several times alerting him to the newly received message. "You have been requested by Captain Rayne to report to the bridge. You have ten minutes and counting."

With nothing else to check on he swiped away the message, picked himself out of the cockpit and hopped down from the ship. Ten minutes, eh? Throwing his jacket on he made his way down the hall and took the lift the rest of the way to the bridge. There was already a couple of people there when he entered, some of which he recognized. Stepping in line he saluted Captain Rayne ā€œSir, Lieutenant Commander Weslow Rykes, Reconnaissance specialist and Expert Marksman. Reporting.ā€




Kerstin Wilde
Snoring away on a makeshift fort somewhere in the cargo hold was Kerstin. She had gotten aboard the ship several hours ago and with nothing to do decided to walk around, which somehow ended up with her building a fort out of a couple boxes and her trench coat. Within a few short minutes she had gotten herself into an outrageously comfortable position and fallen asleep. She would have stayed that way too if not for the excessive beeping of her watch.

Squinting through the sleep she realized the excessive beeping was telling her to report to the bridge. That, however, isn't what caught her attention. What actually caught her attention was the fact that she had ten minutes to get there and had slept away five minutes. Shooting up she ran for maybe five steps before turning back because she forgot her trench coat.

ā€œHow the hell dā€™you get out of this place?ā€ she asked aloud after her third circle of the same looking stack of boxes. Right then she noticed the doorway against the wall a couple rows down. Taking off through the doorway she only had to turn down one hallway before jumping on the lift. She had only wasted a total of seven minutes which was perfectly fine for her. Looking on the bright side she thought she wouldnā€™t be the last one to head up. At least she hoped that was the case.

Noticing she had started nibbling on her lip, Kerstin reached into her pockets and pulled out a lollipop. Rolling it in her mouth she stepped off at the Bridge. She scrolled over the others that had already arrived before turning to Captain Rayne. ā€œSir,ā€ she saluted ā€œKerstin Wilde.ā€ She wasn't one for introductions and had gotten used to people knowing who she was. Albeit most of the time it was about how unprofessional she was, so she usually just brushed those off.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: CMSGT.Coal Character Portrait: Kerstin Wilde
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"Wonderland my ass" was what Reese thought of the new ship, the Warhammer was a new ship, but he had seen so many ships he didn't really care anymore. He walked to the bridge, rifle still slung over his shoulder and his duffle bag still in his hand. He hadn't the time to change either, so he was still wearing his BDUs with the combat gear still on as well. He looked out of place in his uniform, a marine adrift in a sea of navel crewmen.



The door to the lift open and he stepped out towards the captain. He stopped in line with the others and snapped to attention wile saluting. Out of the corner of his vision, he could just make out the BDUs worn by marine pilots.

"CMSGT. Reese Coal, reporting as ordered, sir.

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Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: CMSGT.Coal Character Portrait: Robert "Twister" Mackinaw Character Portrait: SX903 MATNAV (Matrix Navigation)
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Robert Mackinaw


Mackenzie, Bob to some, and Twister only to his close friends and squadron mates, was in a bit of a pickle. Instead of opting to transport directly onto his new post the U.S.S Warhammer he had elected to take a shuttle in order to get a view of the ship first. However now the ship wanted to get under way and the Captain wanted him on the bridge in 10 and here he was stuck in a shuttle that was still 15 minutes out by it's current route and schedule. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat and looking around, finally he got up and started to walk forward towards the cockpit. Once up there he tapped the pilot, on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hi, how ya doin'. I'm going to need to borrow this for a second." The crewman gave him a puzzled look. "Umm sir? I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that, it's only my first week"

"Tell them I ordered you to give me control. Also congratulations" he said all the while guiding the pilot to the copilots seat. He settled in buckled up and flipped the intercom switch. "Attention, this is your pilot speaking. Your scheduled stop at the U.S.S. Warhammer is now scheduled 8 minutes earlier. For any of those crewmen on board, you're welcome. Please fasten your seatbelts, keep all hands legs and other appendages inside the vehicle and hold on tight" Flipping off the intercom he turned to the shuttle pilot with a manic grin. "Now pay attention, they don't teach you this in flight school." Fingers dancing over the keys he quickly dialed the inertial dampeners in the cabin up to 100% and the ones in the cockpit to 95% and without further ado spun the ship into a hard right turn and gunned the throttle higher.

No longer were they proceeding through the orderly space transit lanes, if you wanted to get anywhere fast you went direct. In this case, direct meant right through the ship building and refitting docks and on through the high capacity cargo lanes. He pushed the throttle to just about maximum and the ship gained momentum as it swung towards the first bay. Spinning in a tight half loop over the struts he took the ship down through the actual super structure of one of the giant warships in the process of being built. He weaved his way through startled construction tugs executing a smart snap-roll that brought him just around an EVA welding crew in transit. Suddenly a gigantic steel girder started to swing around in front of him. In a moment of sheer panic he slammed the ventral attitude thrusters popping them over the girder but then had to string together a Split S maneuver and corkscrew in a dizzying display of aerobatics to take him away from the ceiling and back through the hull. As suddenly of that they burst back into open space and sprinted through the cargo lane pitching and rolling through the large transport hulks.

As he docked the shuttle he looked over at his erstwhile copilot. The man was sitting there, staring directly forward with his hands in a deathlock around the armrests of the seat. He looked as pale as a sheet. Robert waved a hand in front of his eyes then patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the lift". He made his way to the bridge and with only a minute to spare, straightened his uniform mad a final adjustment to his fighter wings and lifesaving medal and entered the bridge in his dark green duty outfit. He presented himself "Second lieutenant Robert Mackinaw, Marine Aerospace Corps, Reporting for duty sir." He pronounced lieutenant as Leftenant.

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Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Atan Vuloris Character Portrait: Captain Rayne Character Portrait: CMSGT.Coal Character Portrait: Kerstin Wilde Character Portrait: Robert "Twister" Mackinaw
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"New directive not to your liking, I take it?" Rayne heard Mat's voice ask, his hologram appearing a short ways in front of the chair. "It's not the mission itself that bothers me, it's why we're doing it. A simple scouting mission near deep space is nothing to sweat over, it's that two scouting teams went missing there in the past month under the same circumstances," Rayne said, agitated. Then he heard the sound of movement behind him.

Captain Rayne stood, and turned to watch as seven new crewmen filed in line before him. 'The military will make you punctual, if nothing else. Then again, I did give them ten minutes,' he thought to himself. Once he counted the full seven, he saluted and said "Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Warhammer. You are now standing on the latest, most advanced Federation ship. Don't get me wrong, we're a long ways from being the best armed, but it should be a small bit of an honor to serve on her." Rayne then tapped on his forearms's datapad, and opened seven files.

"Commander Weston Carter..." his voice trailed off. Rayne looked up at the 6'8" human who stood before him. "Ironhide? My cousin was aboard your ship, the one that was downed with the ambassadors and whatnot. Damn impressive work, it's a pleasure to have you aboard," Rayne said, almost beside himself with wonder. 'It's a small world, after all.'

"Ensign Solactu Passsinon. Fresh out of the Academy, Engineering department. Hand-made your own ship with various non-compatible pieces. I'm impressed. Welcome aboard."

"Lieutenant Commander Weslow Rykes. Specialty in reconnaissance and a marksman sniper to boot. One day, you may beat my record. Maybe. Welcome aboard."

"Commander Atan Vuloris. From diplomatic aide, to ambassador, to military. Specialty in logistics and medical fields. Not sure how the men will take to having a Kara'kan patching them up, but they'll get used to it. It's just not everyday you see one in the military. Welcome aboard."

"Lieutenant Commander Kerstin Wilde. A bit of a rough record, but you've survived, and found your way onto the Warhammer. Good job, and welcome aboard."

"Chief Master Sergeant Coal. It's a good thing this isn't a marine vessel, else you'd be my commanding officer. But to make it to a marine Chief Master Sergeant and navy Lieutenant? Damn impressive. Welcome aboard."

"And lastly, Second Lieutenant Robert Mackinaw. Scored incredibly highly on you Pilot's exam, but had a rough ride through the Academy. Nonetheless here you are, and judging by your registered "kills" on your instructors, I'm glad to have you aboard."

With that Captain Rayne lowered his arm and closed the program. He looked these soldiers over one by one, mentally noting their stance, facial expressions, and other psychological things he was taught to look for. "Very well, you are dismissed," Rayne said, saluting. "Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space," he finished, finally dismissing the new crewmen. He turned and sat in the Captain's Chair, his worried look returning. "Mat, plot a course. The edge of Deep Space. Get clearance, you know the drill."

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Atan nodded as he addressed each of them. Listening to each description, he was pleasantly surprised at the variety of skills that were being brought aboard the vessel. An engineer that had built his own ship, a marksman sniper, a marine officer, an ace pilot, a doctor. And the man who had single-handedly saved the survivors of an ambassadorial ship on a Dyren planet. And this was just seven of the crewmen. The Federation had taken no expense when choosing the best of the best to take posts on the Warhammer. Whatever awaited them at the end of the journey through warp, he was certain that it could be handled. If not through s skill- which was abundant, so an almost non-existant worry- then through the equipment on board the ship.

Returning to the comment towards him, he nodded. The captain was correct in his assessment. While they may have been in contact with "aliens" for centuries at this point, many humans were still uncomfortable with the sight of one, especially ones such as Atan. Many humans seemed to hold an unexplained aversion towards insects, some of which looked similar to Atan's species. But as Rayne had said, they would have to get used to the fact he was there. If not, he was going to make sure they lived anyway.

As Rayne dismissed them, Atan dropped his hand down back to his side. All of his supplies were already stowed away in his cabin, perks of being on the station already preparing the ship. Only problem was the room itself. It was designed for human-sized occupants. He was a bit bigger than that. I guess I'll have to become used to stooping, he thought. After the captain had finished giving orders to the AI, he addressed Rayne, "All necessary supplies and spares have already been loaded. Is there anything specific you would like added to the inventory before we leave?"

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When the captain dismissed the group, Sol allowed the others to pass him before exiting himself. This time, he walked at a much more leisurely stroll. Not only was he on an up to date human ship, as most of the Federation like to put tylo on the old ships that barely held together, but he was on one of the most advanced human ships in the fleet. Sol just couldn't believe it as he slowly made his way down the hall.

Sol looked through the hall with amazement. Everything was covered. You couldn't see the struts, or the wires, or the vents. All you could see was the metal coverings, and this amazed Sol, both in the thought of how much it must have costed to put them in place and in the reason that all the other races seemed to obsess over having them. Tylo found that they only got in the way most of the time, but Sol was open to the new idea.

When he reached the elevator, he nearly ran into the see through doors. His attention was now brought back to where he was going. Stepping into the elevator, the metal underneath him making so little noise, Sol resisted the urge to get lost in thought. Once he was in the center of the clear, pill-shape elevator, Sol said "Hanger 12."

As the pill rushed across the ship, Sol stared on in awe. He could see so much as he shot through the various layers and passage ways of the ship. Sol could tell why the humans liked to use these as their main way of getting around large places.

Upon reaching the destined area, Sol walked out of the pill that carried him there. Taking the time he now had to look at the hallway that led to the hanger where his ship sat, Sol tried to formulate why the other races liked the wall plating. It must have just looked nice to them. Breaking from his previous thought, Sol began to walk to the hangar with his ship.

Once inside the actual hanger, Sol gave a quick look around. Several of the obvious pilots were looking through their respective fighters. Some seemed rather pleased while others seemed to have something against the model of fighter that were scattered across the hanger. With another look to the Wrenn, with its awkward looking external cargo bay, Sol decided to finish getting his stuff off of his ship.

After the slow task of removing the external cargo bay, Sol was maneuvering the crane that held on to it with a doctor's precision. Placing the cargo bay that held all his belongings gently onto a cart, Sol quickly jumped down from atop the Wrenn. A quick look around the cart to make sure the bay wouldn't fall off, and Sol was ready to leave for his room.

"Look at the lizard's ship, boys. It looks like he just pulled it out of a junk yard!" Spoke a pilot, of rather large size, with two groupies following him. His tone was filled with what the people at the Federation Academy told him was arrogance. This confused Sol greatly, as all the Academy pilots crowded the engineers constantly to try and get their ships preforming better than the other pilots-in-training.

Then one of the groupie pilots spoke up, his voice sing-songy as he spoke. "What's it run on? Duct tape and crazy glue?" The other groupie then piped in with "How does it even hold together?"

"Take the plates off your own fighters and see." Sol shot back, walking away proudly with the cart in toe. He was proud of both his ship and his come-back, at least that's what he believed they were called. Humans have such a strange way of interacting with each-other.

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Weslow Rykes
Almost did. he smirked while listening to the rest of the Captainā€™s praise for the others. It was certainly clear that these were a good group of people.

"Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space."

Weslow finished his salute and made his way down the hall, stopping in the lift. He had his bags checked in a while ago and wasnā€™t sure where they were now. With a few clicks to his armband found that they had been delivered to his bunker. Everything except for his gun. Which, for some reason, was still reading that it was being inspected. Wiping it away he said the floor he needed to go to and stood staring for a minute with his arms cross, leaning against the wall. What the hell was taking so long? This should have been finished hours ago and the only reason he could think for why it would be taking this long would be for a mod but he was sure he took it off. ā€They better not be touching my baby.ā€ he grumbled stepping off the lift and storming down the hall.

After a couple turns and a few short hallways he was in the armory. ā€whereā€™s my rifle?ā€ he shrugged Itā€™s supposed to be with my stuff.ā€

ā€Number?ā€

Number. He thought before quickly swiping over a few panels on his armband. ā€Number Four Eight Two dash Seven.ā€

After a quick search the clerk looked back over to Weslow ā€Yeah, that weapon had an unregistered modification. Had to be disassembled. He said placing a box on the counter with what was clearly recognized as his sniper rifle, granted it looked more like a mixed batch of parts.

ā€Great.ā€ Rolling his eyes he grabbed the box, signed it out and left.

Making his way to his bunker he couldnā€™t help but berate himself the whole way there. Itā€™s what he got for not checking three times like he normally did. Stepping inside his room he immediately noticed his dufflebag placed on his bed. Cracking his knuckles he placed the box on the floor and sat with it. ā€Better get this done.ā€




Kerstin Wilde

Yup, thereā€™s my reputation. Kerstin knew that would be the first thing to get pointed out.

With the rest of the briefings finished she made her way down to the med bay to get situated with the new equipment. She didnā€™t bring much with her to begin with so whatever she had brought didnā€™t matter to her at all. Walking around the room she couldnā€™t help but touch everything, she good at what she did. Hell she was great at what she did, but when it came to facilities this one definitely topped her list. She had gotten used to being on war torn planets with the threat of doom at every waking hour. This was a pleasant change of pace.

Throughout her walkthrough she remembered several of the machines from various locals she had been stationed at. Of course some of these were newer versions, but they clearly worked the same. The ones she didnā€™t recognize only took a few button presses to figure out what they did and how they worked. Nothing ever lasted a few button pushes until Kerstin figured out how they worked. Plus her skill for lying simply made her seem like she knew what she was doing when she actually didnā€™t.

A slight tingle went up her right arm and looking down noticed her middle finger twitching. ā€Damnit.ā€ Sitting in the nearest chair she pulled out her kit that she kept with her at all times. Placing her hand firmly on a table. Pressing the center of her hand a small panel opened revealing the wiring of her hand. This is going to hurt. With a deep breath she tightened the joint piece in control of her finger, sending another, sharper jolt up her arm. "Good thing i'm ambidextrous." she sighed through the pain.

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"Anything specific you would like added to the inventory before we leave?" Rayne heard from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Atan standing behind him. Rayne thought for a moment before saying, "No, no. I have all my equipment, and I can't think of anything else we may-" he was stopped short from the notification about docking bay 3 in his earpiece. "Mat, get me a visual on Bay 3, onscreen," Rayne instructed. He then turned back towards the Commander, "Sorry, but no thank you. We should be fine, it's a routine scouting mission," Rayne said, hoping that was all it was. He then turned back towards the main screen.

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[The Bridge]

Mat watched idly as the Captain met with the new crew members. A skilled bunch to be sure, but whether they meshed together or not remained to be seen. Biologicals were remarkably more efficient when working cooperatively together as a team, the whole being much greater than the sum of the parts. He had the statistics to prove it. Mat's new orders were simple but long awaited, finally they were leaving! Command had given the green light to Captain Rayne to begin the mission, so he then quickly radioed the dock master, and his audio receptors immediately filled with angry chatter. Apparently a pilot flying to the Warhammer had broken several regulations and 'flow like a god damn maniac' as well as 'nearly killing a dozen people'. Grinning to himself, he responded to the dock master. "I'll be sure to let Captain Rayne know about the incident. Now I would like to request clearance for the U.S.S. Warhammer to depart." The response he got was a still agitated dock master swearing that if he could he would keep them docked another full rotation, but Mat knew he was powerless when the Admiral had already granted them clearance.

"Even if there was something else, it'd have to be left behind anyway I'm afraid commander, anything not on board at this point is staying behind. Can't fall behind schedule." Said Mat quickly, turning to the Captain and the Commander. Reluctantly the dock master cleared the Warhammer for departure, and ecstatically Mat detached the primary and secondary docking port from the station, a hiss of escaping air accompanying their disconnection from the station. There were more docking ports but they did not configure with the station properly, and thus were never opened. The hangars were also sealed accordingly...they were ready to fly. "We've got the green light Cap, coordinates are set and I'll prepare us for warp speed once we've reached minimum safe distance." While it was possible to jump from where they were, hell they could even jump in atmosphere if they wanted, that would require use of the deflector array and even so was incredibly dangerous. Such jumps were to be taken under extreme duress, as they had the potential to tear the ship apart and/or ignite the atmosphere of the planet. Definitely not a thing to try on a heavily populated planet such a Earth. Protocol dictated that in or near atmosphere warp jumps were only to be taken on planets devoid of sentient life, and even then you'd better have a damn good reason.

[The Medical Bay]

Being so intricately connected with the ship had its advantages, and Mat had been aching to get a proper bioscan on both Wilde and Carter. He had given them all a rudimentary one when they had entered the ship, but the one in the medical bay could provide him with a much more detailed look. As they both engaged each other in conversation Mat projected himself from the corner console, his holographic form brighter than usual. "Hello you two. Mandatory bioscan, stand right where you are and...done." He said with a tinge of excitement in his voice as a green light from the sensor swept over both of them. His rudimentary scan had revealed cybernetics in both of them, but this one showed him the true extent of them and how they were connected to the living issue. How intriguing it was, Mat mused, the ways organics found to repair themselves and compensate for their rather mediocre immune and regenerative systems. Now he just needed the other crew members to do the same, but he was sure they would all see the medical bay sooner or later. It was that kind of job. With a chuckle Mat's holographic form dissipated from the console, taking with it his purple glow.

[The Bridge]

Minimum safe distance was reached in all of three minutes and twenty six seconds. Mat thought the whole thing a little overdone though, for they could have easily gone to warp speed as soon as the docking parts were detached from the station. Better safe than sorry, he supposed. "Warp drive firing up..." The plasma from the warp core, made by the reaction of matter and antimatter, fed into the warp coils and allowed the coils to create an asymmetric subspace bubble that enveloped the U.S.S. Warhammer, allowing it to travel many times faster than the speed of light. "Warp factor 1...3...5.6..7 and holding". Warp factor seven was the ideal cruising speed for the Warhammer, where the engines would be most efficient. The ship had a maximum cruising speed of warp factor 9.2, and a maximum top speed of warp factor 9.6, though at 9.2 tremendous amounts of fuel would be burned, and at 9.6 it was damaging to the ship's heat dispersing and deflector systems to be under so much strain. "At current speed of warp factor seven we will arrive at our destination in 2 days, 1 hour, 12 minutes and 12 seconds. Warp factor 7 is ideal, Cap. Last thing we want is to be stuck at the edge of deep space without any fuel, should the mission drag on."

Carelessly Mat waved his left hand, bringing up Bay 3 on the main screen. It became immediately obvious what exactly was causing the problem. Ah, biologicals. The most trivial things seemed to rattle them sometimes. As soon as he could Mat would give the newcomer a complete bioscan. His databanks were too empty for his liking on the Torronaxian's.

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As the rest of the crew had left Robert had quietly stayed behind on the bridge to observe the launching process. Fading into the background he watched as the mighty ship pulled away from the dock and felt the subtle vibrations of her power full engines running up to speed. Despite being a dedicated fighter jock, he would admit, being part of a ship this big flying gave him a bit of a thrill. As a pilot he was after all rated to fly the Warhamer, even if his practical experience was lacking. In addition to their specific pilot training all cadets had trained on the main interface for the larger warships.

Now that the process was complete Robert thought he'd head down to the marine barracks. One could usually scare up a good card game, either that or be guaranteed some drinking buddies. They had 2 days and change till destination and he couldn't get any live training in on the Warhammers fighters in warp so he might as well just relax for a bit. He briefly entertained the idea of hitting the holodeck to try out propeller aircraft dogfights from bygone ages, something his training officer had recommended. There would be time for that later though. For now he started to exit the bridge, trying to attract as little attention as possible.

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"Yeah, I know all about those hazards. I've had a few of those. My sweat can sometimes get into my implants, mostly the area where my limbs are connected to my nerves. It can slow me down a little bit. I have to do a clean out every month." Wes stated. "I was just passing through, giving the ship one last once over. Plus I'm sure I'll be here a few times on our missions. The life of a solider. I hope everything's to your satisfaction." Wes said with a smile.

They were then interrupted by Mat, who seemed to be a bit more excited. That's a little unnerving to Wes. "Bioscan? What?" Wes asked, and then was scanned out of nowhere by Mat. Wes grunted in slight discomfort, and rubbed his forehead. "Damn bioscans. Those in-depth ones always make my cranial implants tingle. So annoying." Wes growled. "What happened to the good old days when the computers weren't do or say anything without a command?" Wes groaned. "I thought we had bioscans when we first got on the ship? Did you know about these Doctor?" Wes said as he turned towards the doctor.

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Reese left the cargo bay, but before he did, he left a small map with the torrnax as to let him find his way around the ship if need be. He then headed up to the med bay, he was due to get his optic implants, standard issue with the marines, recalibrated for being on ship. He also had to do some work on a few other implants that were...unique and couldn't be left for a regular doctor to fix. He had been dreading the bio scan, not that he had anything to hide, well he did, he was just hoping the shielding the last tech implant had given him was still enough to hide the irregular implant from normal deep scanners and not bring up any questions about the nature of irregular implants, those usually given to spec ops, and why they were in the head of a regular marine. He stepped out of the lift and walked through the door to med bay, only to find Commander Carter and Lieutenant Commander Wilde were in a conversation. "My bad, I am interrupting something, I will come back when you are done." he nodded in respect to the higher officers began to back out of the room.

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Kerstin glanced at the floor as Weston went on about his cybernetics and popped her eyes back up when he finished. ā€Well iā€™ve worked in much, much poorer environments. This is very much so satisfactory.ā€ Most people loved working in working environments but something about having to perform surgery with the risk of your eminent death at every waking moment will be something to miss. Though she figured she could always simulate an attack if things were to get a tad boring maybe she could scare some people while she was at it. The thought sent a ping of excitement up her spine before being interrupted by Mat.

"Hello you two. Mandatory bioscan, stand right where you are and...done." Mat appeared and within a few short seconds left again. Mandatory bioscans?

"I thought we had bioscans when we first got on the ship? Did you know about these Doctor?" Wes asked clearly bothered by Matā€™s sudden interruption and she could see why. These seemed to be more so just because rather than mandatory.

ā€We did, they were basic. We had basic scans when we first arrived, everyone did. If Mat's taking deep scans," She mulled over the possible reasons for Mat to be taking scans before continuing "well we both do have cybernetics. Mine not nearly as extensiveā€¦ā€ She dragged off when the door opened again revealing Reese who quickly tried to dismiss his presence.

"My bad, I am interrupting something, I will come back when you are done."

Leaning around Carter she smiled. ā€œYouā€™re not interrupting anything here, simply getting situated. What dā€™ya need?ā€

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Reese open his eyes and reactivated the HUD and blinked as the new date was displayed across his vision. It flew past his vision faster then he could read it, but something had caught his eye. He slowed the feed down and his skin paled slightly and a chill went up his spine he read the code slowly in his head >Subject 358-66-3115 verified, Phantom mode: stand by. do you wish to activate?>
no, the prompt still floated in his vision, No, it still floated there, in the center of his vision, NO! the prompt disappeared and the soft blue lines and curves of his HUD came in to view. He took a breath and got up out of the chair, a little shaky on his feet. "Thank you ma'am" he said as he walked out of the room.


He thought to himself All I have to do is get back to my room and hope the AI doesn't scan me

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Walking into the line at the cafe, Sol grabbed a bit of nearly every piece of meat that they had laying out. Steak, pork, bacon, and something that Sol wondered if it was actually meat, but it sure looked like meat. As he walked through the line with the plate full of meat, Sol swore that he caught a few nasty glares from the workers there. Not like most other races gave the same glares whenever a tylo walked off with enough meat to actually give the tylo enough protein and fat to stay healthy. Of course, they only ate somewhere around once every 3 days.

Once Sol found an empty table, he took a seat and wore a look of raw hunger. Sol then set the plate onto the table. With little pause, Sol began to rip into his little pile of protein and fat, his razor sharp making the slightly tough meat tear as if it would melt in his mouth. A few minutes of barely taking time to swallow his food, the once filled plate was left with only the juices of the meat that managed to escape Sol's jaws.

Taking his plate in his left hand, Sol placed his helmet on with his right hand. As he walked to the plate drop off, he activated the suit's built in comms. "AI, may I please have your preferred reference name and a line to my direct superior?" Sol asked as he place the plate in the plastic bin.