Remnants
<A ship was recently discovered in the Terminus system, seemingly intact, but abandoned. A team was sent inside to investigate, and they located the ship’s bridge. Power was restored to bridge section. The following is a transcript of events in the ship’s log, later identified as Korigul, a Kortul Devastator class Vasari battleship>
<Note: exploratory parties reporting hearing strange noises in walls of ship; accounted to nervousness, but now mounting sound and video recording devices on exploratory party members’ helmets>
<Log entry begun approximately 30 standard minutes prior to first contact with Aluxi dynasty ships; terminated three standard minutes following cessation of conflict>
<Translated post recovery; note: appropriate rank equivalents utilized, known background on individuals attached in separate file>
An alien bridge is displayed on screen, a polished dark floor extending in a semi-circle and is covered by swirling symbols. The walls are lined with monitors and consoles, the screens glowing yellow on deep purple. In the center of the room is a dark colored chair, sitting in which is a dark skinned individual in a red uniform, covered in pins and patches. Directly in front of him, there are no consoles, only blank bulkhead. There is a small display on the left arm of the chair extending up at an angle for easy viewing.
“Captain Kastru, move carrier fleet into the shadow of the asteroids and launch all squadrons.” said a commanding voice.
“Affirmative,” came the reply with some comms distortion.
“Commander Ratingus, bring your Enforcer and Skirmisher detachment to bear on the native forces. Frontal assault formation,” the commanding voice continued.
“Yes, Admiral Katrikkan,” said another voice over the comms.
“Captain Celchu, bring the Assailant group to seventy degrees off of their port bow. Engineering, Conn. Bring the Korigul up fifteen degrees and bring the engines to all ahead full. Take her above the battle.” Admiral Katrikkan commanded.
“Aye, Aye sir.”
“As ordered Admiral.”
Admiral Katrikkan opened his mouth to issue another order when suddenly the ship shuddered and alarms blared.
“Damage report! What hit us?” he snapped.
“Sir, sensors reported multiple high velocity metallic slugs impacted on our shields. Computer reports the slugs’ most likely origin from the native fleet, at the indicated ships.” The battle appeared on the bulkhead in front of Admiral Katrikkan with several capital ships outlined in bright yellow.
“Conn, Damage Control. Shields held through the initial strike, but barely. Another hit like that before they recharge, and we’ll likely be crippled, if not destroyed.” A series of numbers scrolled across the display on the arm of the chair.
“Weapons, Conn. Weapons are free. In-ship Systems, Conn. Distribute power away from engines to weapons and shield regenerators. Draw emergency power from anti-matter reserves. Get those shields back up to full ASAP.” Admiral Katrikkan said with urgency.
“Designate highlighted ships as group [untranslatable][assumed letter in Vasari alphabet; designated “1”] and send data to fleet. Targeting Control, Conn. Focus fire and destroy targets [1]. Commander Ratingus, focus fire on targets [1]. Targeting data sent.”
“Received,” answered Ratingus.
“Sutra, divert power to phase missile launchers and reloaders and fire upon targets [1].”
“Understood,” answered the captain of the Sutra as the Vulkoras Desolator began moving into range.
Three Kol class battleships began turning towards the command capitol ship that sat raining fire from above the fight. A Dunov Battlecruiser opened fire upon the Desolator, but the Sutra’s shields stopped the Dunov’s rounds. The phase missiles launched by the Sutra moved through the Aluxi ships, and impacted the shields of the battlecruiser, and explosions were seen beneath the shielding of the ship. A large explosion filled the screen as the missiles that were bypassing the shields struck the command bridge, severing control of the ship and allowing the engines to overheat and catastrophically fail.
“Sir, sensors detect a strong magnetic field increasing in strength around the natives’ ships. They are firing!” the sensors officer exclaimed.
Admiral Katrikkan quickly ordered, “All power to the lower and forward shields! Do not let that volley through!”
The shields readout for the upper and rear sides of the ship reduced to zero, as the lower shields readout increased. Then the lower shields readout dipped considerably, dropping to zero for a moment with an imperceptible pause before the ship shuddered.
“Status!”
“Three high mass slugs fired at extreme velocity. The first two were entirely blocked by our shields, but the third was only partially blocked. Loss of pressure in outer compartments in section [untranslatable][assumed letter/number combination designated “2”], and outer hull buckling, but that’s all,” reported an officer.
“We were lucky. Be more vigilant. Return power to normal distributions, and accelerate to flank speed. Bring the bow down thirty degrees smartly. Let’s take her to the fight,” Admiral Katrikkan said.
“Attention all ships, do not fire upon target [untranslatable][assumed letter/number; designated “3”]. I want that ship alive. Instead focus fire upon each ship from closest to farthest relative to the Sutra’s position. Ravustra, move to support Sutra’s flank,” he continued as the battle progressed on the bulkhead display. The Aluxi fleet was now beginning to stumble as more of its ships were destroyed or crippled. Only a single Kol Battleship remained unscathed, as no Vasari ships had yet fired upon it. The Vasari were not without some casualties, as the Skirmisher detachment was now five less in number, and the Enforcer detachment was short one ship. The Assailant group had not suffered a single casualty, and the three Vasari capital ships that were in the task force had not even lost shields yet, except for when the three Kol battleships had fired their rail guns at the Korigul.
The Aluxi ships began to retreat, making for the edge of the planet’s gravity well. Bomber wings appeared in front of them, boxing the ships in, but they kept moving. Fighter wings began to strafe the fleet, closely followed by the bomber wings. Soon chaos reigned as ships began to falter and die, their inertia carrying their dead hulks forward at the same speed until either an aft explosion accelerated them into the ship ahead, or a bow explosion slowed their progress and faster ships behind the now uncontrolled husks of ships crashed into them.
Admiral Katrikkan ordered, “Engineering, Conn. Raise the bow thirty degrees, continue flank speed. Subverter ships, Korigul actual. Accelerate and disable weapons and engines of target [3].” On screen, a group of small blips broke from the Korigul and raced ahead, halting a Kol Battleship. The rest of the Aluxi fleet continued onward, to the edge of the gravity well, missing two Kol Battleships, four Kodiak heavy cruisers, fifteen carriers, and sixteen cobalt light frigates. In total three fourths of the original fleet had been destroyed, crippled, or otherwise rendered useless. Only five light frigates, one Kol battleship, one Dunov Battlecruiser, two Kodiak heavy cruisers, and one carrier survived to jump away.
Admiral Katrikkan sat back in his chair, pleased with the success of his operation, but apparently unsettled to learn that the natives were more advanced than any other race the Vasari had encountered, beside themselves. Even though they still were millennia behind the Vasari, it was a new prospect for him to lose ships in an operation that was supposed to an easy domination of a planet. “It appears that this race is more advanced than we thought. They are probably multi-planet, if not multi-system. Prepare defenses for a counter attack,” Admiral Katrikkan commanded, “set up repair platforms and phase jump inhibitors. I want fifteen missile batteries in an overlapping pattern on this side of the planet. They are likely to come from the same direction when they attack as when they fled.”
<Log entry terminated>
<Transmission terminated. Will continue as each entry is fully translated>
Well it's a footloose agency, so you don't need to go anywhere. Just sign on the dotted line of the soul contract employment contract.
The Undying.
sorry about it taking so long between posts lately. I need to find a good book to read or something (reading a book, etc. helps with inspiration) don't worry, if I do find one, it shouldn't take more than two days to read, even if it's like the one-volume edition of LOTR in length (damn, that one's long! 1,008 pages! Nearly as long as the Three Musketeers! (1100 some pages))
*Sighns contract*
WAIT A SECOND..... SOUL CONTRCT?!?
WTF oh noes
you cant take my soul!
nooooo
This is, will I don't know what words to use, but this is like something Larry Niven would write I think! Some one send this to Bungie so they can put in the Shadow Flood Form! I'll be first in line for Halo 4 with Shadows added. Great job Orodum, keep it coming.
The Undying, I am in need of your services at my Halo vs Star Trek thread. Major outbreak of grammetical error by the one known as Shink. Send help and a translator to help read his post. Thank you.
Edit: Almost forgot, Shink started posting on the last two pages. Now good night.
This has been a UNSC transmission.
Well I could send Tsurani to help. I'll have a look at it myself.
ok im on my way....
maybe i can finnaly arrest someone for Bad Grammar lol
Tsurani
I've already done it, sorry. Ill pick out someone next time, promise.
fine.... oh well
at least the story thread LIVES!
we need more story tho.... Orodum have u abandoned us to Story Limbo??? please dont let it be so not after the clifhanger dammit
Tsurani, I guess it's your turn to help Sova out: https://forums.sinsofasolarempire.com/pm/message/33875
where the hell does that link go?
i clicked it and then something to do with messages and ) and black background
can u send me a link to post? its really annoying searching through thousands of posts on the forumns
Apparently, Sova needs someone to watch over their thread on Saturday: https://forums.sinsofasolarempire.com/356455
ok im helping sova and ive even arrested shink thank god Sova can translate
You've doubtless heard about the new board right?
http://multiverseroleplaying.freeforums.org/index.php
When you register, I'll make you a global moderator. Power abuse can be funny sometimes, so feel free to bypass the flood limit.
mmmm power madness....
ok ive joined good idea with the seperate forum The Undying!
figure it's about time for another part. I finally got this done:
“They’re human.”
“What do you mean?” Kol asked.
“They don’t look it, but their DNA is 99.997% human. The .003% is a strange mutation. An unknown pathogen was found in their blood, which seems to rewrite a dead body’s genetic code over a period of several hours to a day. The end result, it appears, is what we see here. There may be some other form they can take later in the life cycle, but this seems like a fairly stable one,” The scientist explained.
“Surely that little difference wouldn’t mean that much?”
“A single DNA segment difference can dramatically alter the appearance of an organism. In fact, virtually every organism on old Terra shared at least 97% of the same DNA. Among the different planets’ life forms, there is an 82% shared genome. Hell, even the Vasari share 95% of their DNA with us.
“The pathogen itself contains only 20% of the DNA shared among all of known territory, mean it may be either genetically engineered, or that it comes from a vastly different environment than humans do. It doesn’t seem to be airborne, so the squad should be fine, unless one of them scratched or bit one of Dagger team?” he asked, looking to Nichols, Cole, and Doyle.
Nichols looked at his squadmates questioningly, and they shook their heads. “None of them got quite that close. If you want confirmation, check the combat cams.”
“We’ll give you a good look over, just to be sure. And have their armor scrubbed. It’s possible that the pathogen hitched a ride in. In fact, you should scrub anything and anyone who came into contact with them, and screen the whole crew. Just to be on the safe side. We don’t want this thing getting loose, because if it does, we will have hell to pay. It’s a fucking monster. Nothing we’ve found really kills it except high doses of alcohol or extreme heat. In fact, radiation and ultraviolet light seem to only stimulate its growth, and it’s not truly bacterial or viral, so traditional antibiotics and antivirals won’t work. It’s an odd mix between the two types, rendering it essentially invincible to modern medicine. We are testing multiple phages to see how they affect the virus.”
“Then how can we kill them?” Doyle asked.
“Put a burst into a leg or the heart and it should stop. But only for a few hours as it repairs itself. Only a shot to the head or spine will truly kill them. I suppose decompression, decapitation, and burning might work, too. Pretty much anything that severely damages the brain or spine will work.”
“How do they kill?”
“A bite, scratch, anything that breaks the skin will eventually kill and turn you. But it appears they primarily use their claws if they want to kill something immediately. They have a much higher muscle density than humans, allowing them to be incredibly agile. Their eyes have an abnormally great number of rods, and have a structure that appears to receive infrared light, converted from the cones normally found in the human eye.”
“So?” Doyle asked.
“They have amazing night vision, and have natural thermal vision.
“Now, their climbing. Their palms and feet have small hair-like structures that let them grip almost anything, including steel bulkhead. Physically, they are superior to humans in nearly every way. I could give you a rough estimate of their intelligence if their brains were still intact, but the ceramics destroyed nearly everything.”
“Sorry, things happen in the heat of battle,” Cole apologized.
“Understandable. Just next time, try not to destroy their brain. It’d really help with our studies.”
“Sure, right. I’ll do my best.”
“Is there anything else?” Kol asked.
“Actually, just one more thing, sir. I, or rather, we would like to name the new species,” the scientist said eagerly.
“And what do you have in mind?” Kol replied.
“We were thinking something along the lines of Specters. A scientific name for both the pathogen and its transformed hosts will come later.”
“Alright, that seems fine. Now, I want this to remain absolutely top secret, do you hear me? Don’t tell anyone about the Specters or the disease. Dagger squad, dismissed. Send the results of the phage tests to the CIC. As for me, I have to head to the bridge.”
The four turned away from the scientists and walked into the corridor, Kol heading for the nearest elevator and Dagger heading toward the sick bay.
A few minutes later, Admiral of the Navy Kol, the single highest-ranking person in the entire Trader Emergency Coalition Navy, with strategic command of the entire Navy itself, stepped onto the bridge of the Normandy. All on the bridge immediately stood and saluted the aging Kol, who returned it perfunctorily.
Kol sat down in his command chair and collected himself. A new enemy. One that has the strength to completely destroy the Coalition. It defeated the Vasari at their prime, and now it has come for both them and us. This will destroy us. Not even the starbases are truly holding back the Vasari. And the Inner World civilians don’t even know just how badly this war is going. And these Specters are straight out of a horror movie from the twentieth century. This could be the complete undoing of everything we have worked to accomplish. People would be rioting on the Inner Worlds; panic would spread like a plague; all of the Trade Order would collapse in the political face of this new threat. The things wouldn’t even have to come within a thousand jumps of the Inner Worlds, and they would have won. They are undead for god’s sake. Oh, diath! We are royally screwed, it seems.
Diath was an acronym for “Damn it all to hell” favored by Admiral Kol and some of the more soft-spoken civilians.
“What is the status on the other two Cerberus shuttles?” he asked.
“Both are still docked. Hailing…” the sensors officer answered. He tapped several keys and waited several seconds, then continued, “The shuttle docked with Valiant has replied that they have made contact with crew members, but not any hostiles yet. The shuttle docked with Swift Foot has failed to reply.”
“Assume all hands lost unless you receive a reply at a later point. Tell the shuttle docked with the Valiant to bring as many completely unharmed survivors aboard as possible, and make for the Normandy. And by ‘completely unharmed’, I mean without a scratch in as literal of a manner as possible.”
“Yes, sir. Transmitting message… now.” The sensors officer reported, glancing sideways at the officer beside him, confused. “They report that they will comply.”
“Very well. Make preparations to fire on the Korigul, but hold the General Quarters for now, if you would.”
“Aye, sir. Preparing a firing solution on the target.”
“Thank you. Hold that solution until further orders, and keep updating it for the relative position change.”
wow undead ultra-virus... nice you are very good at this Orodumn
NO POSTS IN A VERY LONG TIME>>>> IS THE THREAD DEAD? NOOOO
too bad, still lets keep posting, we want to keep the thread alive until he gets to a computer
Random Post cos im bored
hmm, many other fanfics are on their 20-ish th post and this one is only on 7
well orodum writes long posts, and most of the others only do short ones.
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