Celestial Mercenaries

[Tearen the Absol]

Celestial Mercenaries
.of the Merioid War.​

The Local Group. A vast cluster of galaxies and megallanic clouds grouped together in the infathomable vastness that is outer space. Yet despite the gripping futility in the sheer infinity of the scale of this dimensions entirety, a few, bold races (actually, it's morelike a thousand some) have deigned to build fantastic ships, capable of traversing these vast reaches of space. In one of these more active wheels of matter, a conflict is brewing. A conflict of greed, economy, religion, and survival. The cause of the conflict is Merioid, a mysterious God compound capable of producing free energy, instant healing, and even resurrection. The sides are even more obscure. In situations like these, there is only one group that can possibly profit. The middleman.

Mercenaries, pirates, smugglers. All are slavering over the spoils of this rumored war against the heinous Ankh and their Xenophobic agenda. Most people point to the miracle compound, Merioid, as the instigator of the whole mess. Captain Tearen Wover of the Celestial Finale really doesn't care at all.

What he does care about is living large and free. If that means living in the boiling territory of Merioid Alley, so be it. Even more important to him is the rumored joint strike against the Ankh. Depending on how this war turns out, Merioid could possibly lower in price. Ulterior motives are the name of the game out there in that godforsaken sector of Andromeda. And that's where our story starts, but does not necessarily stay...and so we begin.

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Captain Tearen Wover gazed moodily out of the panoramic windows of the Finale's bridge. He was alone and the mildly chilly command center. The stern quiet as the ship zipped along hid the lingering mask of apprehension on the ship. The Celestial Finale was metaphorically wedged between a terrible place and certian doom. Two parsecs aft was the largest concentration of Pantheon vigilantes Merioid alley had ever seen. Directly in front of the ship lie the mysterious and perilous stretches of Ankh space. Suddenly, Tearen's console pinged.

"Ahhh sheizah." he curse under his breath. He slapped the side of the small tablet computer a few times. No, it wasn't a malfunctioning pixel. Hector, the ships computer, chimed in.

"Captain Tearen, there is indeed a Pantheon blockade cruiser 2.3 million kilometers in front of us. They have detected us."

"Put 'em on the screen." growled Tearen. It wasn't like him to let his guard down to the bureaucratic masses of The Pantheon. Then again, his ship ran on a 28 hour day, and it was easy to become sloppy. A large holographic screen was displayed at the front of the bridge. The industrial and purpose-built cruiser sat grumpily above the sixth planet in that system. Tearen spoke into his communicator.

"Gyukles, Soran, George. Get up here." he ordered into the ship's comm system. Soran was in posession of the current course data, and Tearen couldn't change the ship's course unless he knew where he could or couldn't point it. Changing course suddenly became a moot point. As the ship entered
the Pantheon's crusers snare range of seven hundred thousand kilometers, the enemy ship erected a massive shield within that radius. Trying to fly through the barrier meant certain doom. Good weapons designers, the
pantheon. Terrible diplomats.The holoscreen flashed on, and a smug yet stern Pantheon captain sat in his chair.

"Krash nosh hish pash thrush. Resh tash tesh porsh mosh nish." he said. Tearen was, of course, dumbfounded.

"Dammit Hector! I thought I told you to automatically translate any incoming words into Dastaran!" snapped Tearen. The computer apologized and quickly corrected the error.

"Gnash-Finale. It seems that it has finale come to be your turn to face the might of the Groshhesh. Prepare to be boarded!" shouted the Captain before Tearen could get a word in.

"The Groshhesh is attempting to lock us in a tractor beam." reported Hector.

"Guys! Get yourselves up here now!Ghaerlli, put the ships capacitor into combat settings." demanded Tearen. He turned to look out the viewport at the looming ship in the distance. This might get messy. The three officers arrived on the bridge and looked to Tearen for instruction.

"Alright. Soran, put the ship into combat navigation, and get on the wheel. Gyukles, arm all weapons, countermeasures, and prep the starfighters. George...well...I was gonna have you talk with the Pantheon...so...just look after the bridge while I'm gone." said Tearen. He nodded to each of the officers and began to walk to the fighter bay.

"Raiyne, you're coming with me in the fighters. Mirryllo, man the manual defense turrets." added the Captain over the intercom. "Here we go..." he muttered under his breath. The hangar elevator hummed loudly as it carried Tearen to the hangar bay.

Upon arrival, he suited up in the appropriate suit, and clambered into the cockpit of the Crescendo, his personal star fighter. He began launch procedures as he waited for Raiyne to catch up.


OOC: Yeah, I decided to hit the ground running with this one.
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Crew:

Captain-Tearen Wover-Human-Tearen the Absol

First Mate-George-Sands-Human-Son of Shadows

Engineer-Ghaerlli-Sepiidapus-Zearen the Raichu

Navigator-Soran-Psyz-Mowz

Weapons Specialist-Gyukles Marcots-Vhozon-angrycaterpie

Scientist-Ryan Evalyr-Human*-Azerwrath

Medic-Hralast "Hal" Ishnya-Tryll-lifesharker

Communications Officer-Zearen Wover-Human-Zearen the Raichu

Security Officer-George Sands-Human-Son of Shadows

Crew-Raiyne-Human-Seth1789110

Crew-Mirryllo Lowinndil-Zennvoh-TheSequelReturns


RP rules and ammendments:

1. Above all else. No godmoding. At all. This includes killing massive
amounts of people in one post, infinite ammo, instantaneously traveling to far off locations, etc.

2. No extreme bunnying, unless that writer gives you express permission to do so. Small instances of bunnying I’m ok with.

3. Read everyone else’s profile. I want you all to know how to interact with one another. If you write something out of character about someone else, that’s possibly a strike.

4. Maintain spatial awareness. Just because something happened four posts ago, doesn’t mean it’s gone. And think before you act.

5. Good writing is appreciated. Sparse typos are fine, but really, really bad writing is not good for you.

*Ammendment 2a: As GM, I hereby decree that mild bunnying is acceptable in manner of effective storytelling. I.E.: If Tearen is on the bridge and needs Soran to change course, I can write him as doing so. This will help the story stay fast paced. If you do not wish to be bunnied in this way. Merely say so.



Let's have a fun story guys!

 

[Seth1789110]

OOC: I just want to say that this is amazing! Its such a cool idea!

Raiyne ran to the hangar and into his XT-466b custom assault fighter and switched on the engines. As the ship began to power up, he hopped out and ran to get his oxygen tanks and space suit on.

"Tearen! What are we looking at here?"

"Blockade cruiser and possible formation fighters." Raiyne grumbled under his breath. Ever since he was a recruit in the E.G.F.P.A, he had always hated fighters and blockade cruisers. He began to relive a battle where his small reconnaissance force called for reinforcements, but was unable to receive any due to the blockade.

Raiyne shook his head and ran back into his ship and power up the main weapons and thrusters. He flipped on his communicators.

"Testing comm line 1,2,3. Testing." Raiyne heard static and then a computerized voice.

"Raiyne, you have a clear go, follow the captain and at all costs drive away fighters."

"This is Raiyne, you got it." Raiyne radioed in to Tearen's communication line.
"Captain, I am ready go when you are. Following your lead." Tearen flew out of the hangar, and Raiyne followed. Raiyne looked up from his radar monitors to study the giant Pantheon ship ahead of him.

Raiyne flipped two switches, powering on voodoo launchers and main cannons. He turned down exhaust thrust to lower his chances of radar lock-on, and flew directly in line with Tearen. A small group of fighters flew into range of Tearen and Raiyne, and Raiyne chuckled.

"These suckers have got another thing coming if they think that these ships re just regular fighters. It's a good thing Gyukles told me to enhance the Voodoo missile launch system and the fuel in them. As johnny used to always say back home: Big bomb, Big Boom baby!" Raiyne pushed the dual handle joystick control forward and flew into the fighters, firing off small bursts of flak from his custom under bellied light XC-8 Flak cannon.

OOC: Caterpie, sorry for bunnying...also Tearen, this RP is going to be amazing, I can just tell...You are a genius. So is it just us in the fighters, or is someone/thing fighting with us? There are enemy fighters, right?

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

"Very well, Captain," said George, as his superior, and fellow officers left. He wondered why they were being attacked anyway. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't particularly sure why the Pantheon didn't like the Finale anyway.

"Hector, could you open a link with the Pantheon? I'd like a word with their captain." George stroked his Laytonn machine pistol. As Security Officer, he had access to all weapons in the store, but he preferred the Laytonn. Lightweight, and easy to handle, it'd been his weapon for a few years now, and it had always served him well.

"Apologies, sir, but I cannot," spoke Hector.

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid they're jamming our signal." Super, thought George sarcastically. He had rudimentary training as a comms engineer, but, he couldn't work on something like this.

 

[lifesharker]

The comm system crackled into life.

"Gyukles, Soran, George, get up here." Summoning a weapons specialist to the bridge is never good news.

Hal carefully replaced his bookmark and set his book down before turning to the computer. "What's happening, Hector?"

"We're trapped in a forcefield with a Pantheon blockade cruiser. The captain and Raiyne have flown out to fight them."

"Did they try negotiating with them first?"

"No, they just decided to risk all our lives unnecessarily." Quite how a computer could have such a masterful command of sarcasm escaped Hal. Idly, he wondered who'd programmed Hector, or why it's acid tongue was mainly directed at him.

Remind me to take that up with Ryan.

Hal realised he was trying to avoid thinking about the Pantheon cruiser.

"Hector, could you please ask Ryan to meet me in the infirmary. If this goes wrong, I may need his assistance."

Hal rose from his bed and made his way stiffly in the direction of the infirmary.

 

[angrycaterpie]

The soft-spoken Vhozon was minding about his business when suddenly, he heard the captain call for him.

"Hmm, I wonder what this human wants with me now..."

The Vhozon stopped working on his latest weapon, able to literally de-atomize targets on impact, but heard signals flaring soon after.

"Gyukles, arm all weapons, countermeasures, and prep the starfighters."

Gyukles chuckled, saying, "So, the feeble lesser races dare attack us. Folly, I doth say!"

Gyukles logged into his personal CPU, which kept access to his autonomic weapon systems of the ship and starfighters behind a firewall so protected not even an intellectual Vhozon like Gyukles could break in.

"GREETINGS MASTER. WHAT IS INQUIRY?"

"Deploy all weaponries of Sectors A-W. Attacking ship- Pantheon race. Safety's off, friendly fire negation enabled, maximum firepower... Destroy."

Just as he said, the computer whizzed around its 1's and 0's and before you know it, it electronically linked every weapon on the ship and starships to spring to action, as the long range pulse cannons of the Celestial fired at the blockade.

"Feel my wrath, Pantheons! Your race has spoilt the galaxy and I will wipe your infestation!"

Gyukles tapped his comms tab on his left "ear", and spoke into it.

"Fellow comrades. I have recently developed a new system for explosive effects to satisfy your destructive desires for now. Your basic ballistic anti-air missles now contain EMP Shards capable of shutting down an enemy starship's major systems. It doesn't have the strength to shut down an entire cruiser, however- don't be stupid about it."

"Oh, and Captain, I will be accompanying the defensive line. I'd hate to see my new prototype go without personal testing..."

And with that, Gyukles deactivated his comms link and ran for his majestic suit...

And he fell into it. Seemingly alive, the suit caressed Gyukles body, wrapping around him until he looked completely different.

"All systems go. Computer, use all precautions necessary."

"UNDERSTOOD SIR. SEE YOU SOON."

Gyukles turns to the beam-pad and comments, "Not soon enough..."

As Gyukles stepped into the pad...

And out into a giant hangar, filled with many starfighters- man of whose weapons were personally designed by him in the early stages. He was excited to test his new EMP Disintegrating Projectiles. He calls them EMP DisPro for short.

He tapped his comm link again, communicating to the captain, "Allow me to personally erase this sector of the Pantheon filth- They will not survive my onslaught."

 

[Seth1789110]

Raiyne rolled his ship to narrowly avoid a small burst of lasers from one of the fighters. Raiyne pulled his ship to get directly in line with one of the fighters and locked on.

"Gotchya! Ima firing mah lazas!" Raiyne laughed to himself before he set the small fighter to flames, and performed a u-turn to aim at some more fighters. As he rolled, he saw an unfamiliar site.

"Umm captain, we have a lantum gunboat coming our way, looks like its got dual voodoo launchers and about four gun turrets. We are also looking at medium armor and shielding, and full lock on capabilities. Any ideas?" Raiyne heard a crack over the comm line.

"Well, I am still processing your in-depth report on the vehicle," said Tearen sarcastically, "and I think that we should attack it." Raiyne rolled his eyes and flew towards a small group of fighters coming directly from the gun boat.

"Well this should be fun. Mirryllo, we are in need of a little assistance here, you wanna fire a few volleys our way, to "disarm" that gun boat?"

"All ready targeted Raiyne, firing now." Rainye watched as the green shots raced towards the gun boat, setting a blazing inferno to the ship on the inside and out. The gun boat exploded, causing a few Pantheon fighters to blow up with it. Tearen flew towards the remaining fighters, and Raiyne quickly followed.

Tearen, sorry for bunnying...

 

[Tearen the Absol]

As the Iridium lasers crashed into the Pantheon, the enemy's deflector shield flashed briefly, growing denser. Five seconds later, another volley of fire from the Finale assaulted the deflector shields.

"Gyukles, when the Finale breaks through those shields, take your EMP weapons in close and disable their systems. Wait until Raiyned and I clear enemy fighter support though." commanded Tearen over the intercom. Two Pantheon interdictors circled around after being chased off by Raiynes guns and re-engaged with Tearen.

He quickly pulled his fighter right and down, allowing the enemy fighters to get on his tail. "Raiyne, break left and obliterate these idiots."

Raiyne responded in kind, utilizing his prodigious flak cannon. He reduced the two fighters to scraps. Tearen pulled his fighter up and flew above the battle. He spotted two fighters accompanying a boarding shuttle. Crap.

"Raiyne, there's a boarding shuttle approaching the Finale. I'll take care of the fighters, focus your fire on the shuttle." called Tearen. He pointed the nose of his fighter at the trio and armed his Voodoo missiles. Once he had a positive lock, he loosed two salvos. The deadly missiles streaked towards their target, who did not react in time. The bulky pantheon fighter was enveloped in flames.

Just as it seemed they had the battle in their hands, the Pantheon cruiser armed their cannons. The deep red lasers crashed into the Finale's shields with terrible force. If the Finale's shields were breached, the boarding shuttle would have no trouble forcing its way onto the ship.

"Ghaerlli, rerout some extra power to shields and the laser cannons. We gotta break 'em before us."

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OOC: Son of Shadows, remember, you have control of the bridge while I'm away. Tearen is occupied with dogfighting, so he may not be able to relay orders. It's up to you to observe how the battle is going and make tactical decisions in response.

Seth, don't worry about bunnying until someone yells at you. You may want to tone it down just a wee bit though.

 

[Zearen the Raichu]

Ghaerlli received the message and quickly minimized his book and set his well practiced tentacle at reconfiguring the power output. He made sure to cut all the charging lines, giving him a good bit of extra juice to play around with. He boosted the deflectors to 200% and and sent an additional 50 tw to the iridium laser. He considered powering the missile pods, but he was already running at 98% power consumption, so he simply sent a message to the bridge, “If you need more offense, tell me and I will bring up the missile pods as well, but it will cost you the defense turrets. The 5' Projectiles will have to remain off for now.” He moved the power consumption and capacitor sate graph to a small corner in his screen, and reopened Nanine by Voltaire.

Meanwhile, in the main corridor, there was a large popping noise and a rather befuddled, young human appeared. “Dangit, this isn't where I'm supposed to be,” he muttered. He began to walk around and took note of the markings around the ship; he had never seen them before, there must have been a mistake in the T-crest.

He walked down a corridor and an automatic door opened up revealing a what looked like a bridge. Zearen walked in and looked around, there was a short older looking man speaking in a language he didn't recognize. The door had closed behind him as he stood their awkwardly.

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

The Pantheon's lasers rocked the Finale. George Sands was knocked from his chair to the floor.

"Bloody hell," muttered George, standing up, before getting Ghaerlli's message. "Received, Ghaerlli. For now, let's just concentrate on defence, and let the captain, Soran, Raiyne and Gyukles handle things offensively, shall we?" the first mate replied. Hector had opened a video link, allowing George to view the ongoing battle outside. There was a shuttle approaching, but the captain and Raiyne seemed to be on it. George began to sweat. Just what was going on? He stroked his chin, trying to figure things out.

The bridge doors hissed open. George turned round in his chair to see a stranger. He drew the Laytonn from his holster. "Freeze. Identify yourself. How did you get past security?" He appeared to be human, and somewhat resembled the captain.

The plot thickens...

 

[Seth1789110]

Raiyne began to feel the force of laser cannons pointed at him and tried to roll out of the way, only to take a direct hit to his left wing.

"DAMN! Son of a Bit**!!" Raiyne pulled up and aimed his flak, ionic and regular laser cannons at the approaching shuttle, and he began to open fire. As he was doing this, it launched small drones out which clung to Raiyne's fighters, and began to hack into his control systems.

"S***!!" Raiyne swore under his breathe multiple times before pulling the flap engage switch, which knocked some of the drones off, but most stayed on. Raiyne looked at his power gauge which began to steadily drop.

"No no no no no!!" Raiyne began to yell into his comm line, hoping someone would hear before it was to late.

"Come in Hecotr, Tearen, this is Raiyne. My ship is being *chss* drained by dronse and I can't*chss* shake them! My power is dropping now to under 4% and I*chss* *chss* *chss*" Raiyne's line dropped as his ship's power dropped completely to zero. Raiyne took off his helmet an threw it at the floor between his legs and sat back in his chair, feeling helpless. He realized about the emergency power and turned it on.

"Hector! Send out a small cable and yank me in! Do it now!*chhss*" His ship's power dropped again, but a strong cable latched onto his ship, and pulled him back into the hangar. The hangar robots quickly hovered over and put the ship back into it's spot, and began to repair and refuel it. Raiyne hopped out and ran to a spare fighter, hopped in and took off again, to get back and help Tearen and Gyukles.

OOC: So Caterpie, your in a ship right?

 

[TheSequelReturns]

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, I've pretty much lost most of my internet time this weekend. I should be able to post much more frequently starting Monday night. So for now, I don't mind minor bunnying. Also, Seth, that is exactly what Mirryllo would have said.

A lantum gunboat burst into shattered pieces as vollies from the Finale's turrets tore into its hull.

The small enemy fighters were hard to hit and they were taking the majority of Mirryllo's focus. He turned to lock a new target when a huge shudder rocked the ship. It was a cannon shot from the Pantheon.

Mirryllo opened a comm channel, "Captain, if someone can take the shields on that cruiser out, even for a moment, I can get a lock on thier main cannons."

As he waited for a responce, he turned some of his turrets toward the crusier. He would have to work quickly now to cover the fighters and target the cruiser.

A new contact on the radar stopped him for a moment. A boarding ship was closing in on the finale.

 

[lifesharker]

The shockwave from the impact of the Pantheons cannons on the shield sent Hal sprawling just as he reached the infirmary. The elderly tryll grumbled to himself as he picked himself up.

"Hector?"

"Yes, o great and mighty one?" Whoever programmed Hector had a poor sense of humour. He really was going to have to get Ryan to sort that out.

"I need a link to the bridge. Can you do that for me please?"

"Done."

Hal took a moment to compose himself. "Mr Sands, sir? This is Hal speaking. I'm in the infirmary. Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I noticed we're under attack and -" he stopped when he realised how pathetic that sounded. "-what i mean, sir, is that I'm awaiting orders, if there's anything you'd like me to do, sir."

 

[angrycaterpie]

OOC: So Caterpie, your in a ship right?

OOC: Yeah, my bad.

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"Gyukles, when the Finale breaks through those shields, take your EMP weapons in close and disable their systems. Wait until Raiyned and I clear enemy fighter support though."

"I do not trust such a risky plan to your fellow ilk."

And later on, it was proven to him.

"Patience, crewmates- I will deal with this freighter."

Gyukles, prepared for liftoff, jetted out in his starfighter, arming and readying the EMP DisPro Cannons, and turned his attention to the rather daunting carrier.

"What fools send a large target so unprotected?"

Before they could spot him, Gyukles shot out a Pulse Bomb at the remaining escort fighter, blowing it to smithereens.

Unfortunately, the freighter saw Gyukles coming and steadied their cannons at his direction.

"Only idiots send whatever they've got to stop such a small insignificance..."

Gyukles tapped a few buttons on his starfighter control array, and started doing barrel rolls wildly as a large series of Anti-Magnetic Lasers homed in on the turrets, diffusing their charges before any damage was done.

"Time for my EMP DisPro to shine!"

Gyukles's fighter accelerated to lightspeed, and dropped his bomb onto the enemy freighter.

At first, it seemed to bounce around it harmlessly...

Until it began to spark, shutting down nearby systems of the freighter, including its offensive guns.

A few gleeful seconds later, Gyukles laughed loudly into the InterCom as he witnessed his bomb explode, sending EMP Particles across the ship, destroying life support, defensive cannons, engines- you name it.

"I had only wished I had one more of those. Then again, I should never leave such an important job to... a human."

Gyukles then set his speed control to Average, as he shot down a few more fighters with great effort.

"I need to refuel. That maneuver took a lot out on my ship."

Gyukles flew into the Finale's hangar and docked, as he ordered his technical computer to mend his ship's internal wounds- nothing could be done to its outer shell.

 

[Seth1789110]

Raiyne saw four fighters attacking Tearen, so he headed towards them. The new fighter he was in was a special heavy class support fighter, with an automatic heavy EMP laser cannon on top, and two light laser gatlings on each wing.

"Hmm, picked the right fighter." The turret fired its high powered shots at the fighters, throwing up their formation slightly, allowing Raiyne to attack them directly.

"Time to scatter and shatter!" Raiyne pierced the fighter's sheilds with ease, then covered them with holes with his gatling guns, until they eventual blew up.

"Hey captain, I got your back. Lead the charge, I got your back."

"Thanks. Our main target is now the blockade cruiser itself. We can nail the engines to keep it from going anywhere, and then hopefully the Finale can do the rest."

"Roger captain, targeting it now." The cruiser began to fire small capsules with drones in them, but Tearen and Raiyne destroyed them before they could activate. One of the capsules activated, firing all the drones at Raiyne's ship.

"Not this time ya' bas*****!!" Raiyne flipped a switch which forced a shield pushed off a de-activated all the drones.

OOC: So is this Blockade cruiser an actual ship size, like an aircraft carrier size, or just a small boat? And the Finale?

 

[angrycaterpie]

Gyukles could hear Raiyne on his TacCom and replied, "Repeat, this is Gyukles. I see you've got multiple drones on your flanks. Allow me to demonstrate my underrated weaponries..."

Gyukles activated a program on his TechTop and sent an impulse to Raiyne's ship, which gave him an extra pip on his weaponries selection.

"This old trinket should've been activated LONG ago... Ignorance is such a hindrance to society. Anyway, that should give you a short range cryogenic burst capable of freezing any matter five feet or closer. Try it out, I thin you'll be satisfied by it..."

And with that, Gyukles leapt back onto his ship and prepared for his next big fly-by.

 

[Zearen the Raichu]

A small warning reading, “Warning: vacant power line use attempt; fighter charging port 3.” Ghaerlli, much to his chagrin, minimized his book again and opened up his translated com link. Ghaerlli noticed Gyukles was trying to recharge his ship. He scrolled down and chuckled inwardly at when Gyukles said, “Ignorance is such a hindrance to society.” Indeed it was, Ghaerlli hastily typed a message to him saying, “Gyukles: Ship recharging is currently off line in order to assure we are not blown out of the sky.”

As an after thought, he added, “You should take another ship or wait, I cannot currently bring charging on line.” He considered continuing reading, but he decided this battle might actually require his help. He kept the comm link open and sent a detail to the bridge,

“Current system power routing:
Necessities:
Life Support 100%
Bridge Deflector Shields 100%
Nostradamus S-5050 Type Shipwide AI 100%
Lighting 100%
Emergency Lighting 0%
Lower Functions 100%
Transportation:
Orion Surveyor 3-13 Impulse Engine: 100%
Liberator Class Apollo Warp Drive 0%
Atmospheric Thrusters 0%
Intership Transportation 0%
Escape Pods 100%
External:
Military Grade 2km Deflector Shields 200%
1mil Gauge Iridium Laser Cannons 150%
5' Projectile Cannons 0%
Missile Pods 0%
Defense Turrets 100%
Targeting Systems 100%
Radio 100%
Wide band Communications 100%
Scanners 100%
Internal:
Internal Security 0%
Ship wide Gravity 100%
Auto-repair Nanites 0%
Star fighter Fueling and Charging 0%
Merioid Harvester Charging 0%
Food Production 0%
Entertainment Functions 0%
Window Transparency 100%”

¬Meanwhile

An explosion had rocked the ship, Zearen had managed to brace himself in the door way, but the man was less fortunate. He got back up and observed a new video screen. Zearen noted the battle outside and began to walk forward to question him. However, before he managed to take a step, the man turned around and pointed a gun at him, and said something rather menacing to him in the still unplaceable language.

Zearen panicked, there were many signs of peace, but they varied from place to place. Zearen chose the least benign and crossed his arms across his chest and said, “Eegal tair Woverkeh Zearen nehmaeveh. Holteh tair slaotahvie.” He just received a confused look, so he began to retrieve his geemoe from his inside pocket.

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

George continued to stare bewildered at the stranger. He was speaking some language George didn't understand, and then pulled something out of his pocket. George could only assume it was a weapon and fired a warning shot from the Laytonn into the wall behind the stranger, hoping to God he didn't damage any important electronics. Ghaerlli would have his head on a silver plate for that. Not an experience he wanted to have before he was twenty-five.

"Hal, at the moment, I have nothing for you. I'll let you know if anything comes up," he said into the intercom. Raising the Laytonn again, he said, "Sorry about that... Now answer my earlier questions. In English, if possible. If not, I'll have to detain you until the captain, Tearen Wover, returns," he said to the newcomer.

 

[Zearen the Raichu]

“In English, if possible. If not, I'll have to detain you until the captain, Tearen Wover, returns," the man said, finally in a language Zearen understood from an adventure long past. This answered a question for Zearen, but brought up another. He now knew where he was, and that he was going to be stuck here for some time. However, “Did you say captain Tearen Wover; who are you?” Zearen asked.

“I'm George Sands, the first mate, and yes, Tearen is captain. But, you still have some questions to answer yourself,” the man informed still training his weapon on Zearen.

“My apologies, I am Zearen Wover, Tearen's brother from Exya,” he said, assuming Tearen had already explained their history, “I came here by mistake and kindly request lodging until--” Another explosion rocked the ship, causing Zearen to ahem and continue in a disconcerted voice, “maybe I should help out here first.” He paused, and then pointed to his geemoe, “Oh, and this isn't a threat, it's just a small computer.”

OOC: Language note:
The diplomatic language (IE the language everyone speaks) is Dastaran. So when one meets someone new, one starts speaking Dastaran, and then switches to a common language if it's discovered they both know it. The Celestial Finale is a human vessel, therefore all its occupants speak Human, or what we know as English. Extra info will go in the database thread when Tearen makes it. And yes, I do have his [Tearen's] consent on this.

I was hoping I could avoid this until I could make that post-_-'

 

[Tearen the Absol]

"George! Try and get the Pantheon on the horn." Tearen shouted above the lasers that seared past his window. The battle was getting more intense than he had imagined. George didn't issue a respose.

"George! Are you even on the-"

"Sorry, Captain...there's a man on this ship who claims to be your brother...? His name is..."

"ZEAREN!" screamed Tearen, in a tone that was half dumbfounded, mostly...well...it was just plain dumbfounded. Tearen's head left the place he was in, and his mind reeled. A jolting hit from an enemy laser brought him back to reality.

"Uh yeah...uh...yeah. Hmmm. Uh...orders...orders...wait...where'd that boarding shuttle...aw crap...CRAP!" blubbered Tearen. In the momentary confusion of the whole situation, the enemy boarding shuttle was approaching the cargo bay of the Finale. Raiyne and Tearen jammed on their fighters accelerators in a desperate attempt to keep the Pantheon from getting aboard the ship. It was no use however, by the time the shuttle was in range, it had pried open the cargo bay doors and lodged itself in the Finale's underside. From the distance the two dismayed pilots were at, one could just make out suited Pantheon marines crawling into the cargo hold.

"Okay, George. The Pantheon are onboard in the cargo hold. Lock the blast doors in sector T-7 through T-9. That should hold them long enough. Ghaerlli, divert some power from Wideband communications to the Internal Security turrets. Also, George, get my brother a weapon and find some people to go meet them. Gyukles, Raiyne, let's press the offense. Their shields are gonna be cooked here in a-"

A blast flew over the battle from the Finale, which shattered the Pantheon's shields like china.

"Right. Okay...Ghaerlli, divert power from the lasers to the cannons, and focus fire on the bridge. Meanwhile, Raiyne and I will work on removing their main gun. Gyukles, stay inside and help the security team fend of the Pantheon."

The crew members gave their affirmations. Raiyne formed up on Tearen's wing and the pair moved back towards the enemy interdictor. The pantheon rock-heads would pay for...prying open his cargo hold.

 

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Raiyne watched as the Pantheon boarded the Finale, but decided against firing at it because it could damage the finale. Tearen flew back towards the Blockade cruiser, which had just lost all their shield power.

"Captain, I think that I should head in first and fire off some flak shells and heavy EMP shots, to shake up the main gun's barrels, then we can take it down together. This seems a little smarter because I understand exactly how that gun turret works. It was on one of the armies ships, back in the day. They have only modified it by souping up power and strenthening the battery's outer layers. Shouldn't be to tough, over."

"Ok, since you seem to know alot about it, go right ahead. I will fire at some of the smaller turrets while you work."

"Roger that captain." Raiyne pushed his thrusters as hard as they could go, then let loose a full barrage of fire onto the battery. It's barrels shattered, making aiming and charging the shots a "no-go." Raiyne fired off his gatlings, and let voodoo missiles fly at the ship's hull as Tearen swooped in and finished the job. Raiyne and Tearen turned towards the bridge, and Raiyne merely reloaded his guns and pointed up.

"Hey Hector, you wanna display the readouts of the other ship for me?"

"Well sir, can't you just see it?"

"Hey don't get cocky with me! Just do it! That's an order!"

"You are just a crew member, I am a superior robotic computer." Raiyne became very angry.

"Hey captain, your robot kid is being an a**. You wanna help me out here?"

"Hahah sure Raiyne. Hector, as a direct order, do whatever Raiyne is asking you to do."

"Yes sir...here you are Raiyne."

"Thank you Hector." Raiyne to began to wonder, as Hal did, who programmed Hector's personality, and why they made him seem more human. After all Raiyne thought, it's a robot, why change it? Raiyne snapped back into focus as he saw the Blockade cruiser's bridge was taking heavy damage.

"So we won..."