Solar Voyage~A Space RP~PG-13 {Started/ADV/Accepting by PM} Co-Owned by kabuto56

[Quiksilver]

OoC: That is Spartan919, who was accepted by PM. Just so none of you other players are confused.

 

IC: Grayson turned to Jason and nodded, the traditional return to a lower rank's salute. "Second Lieutenant Jason Stratton." He said. "Welcome aboard. Well, it looks like everyone is accounted for. Sciences and Engineer's command report the same." Grayson looked down at his watch. "And just in time too. Looks like departure is in 10 minute-" A sudden beeping interrupted Grayson. He stopped in mid-speak and looked over to the window in the wall. The beeping showed someone was trying to contact the ship. Aha. Yes, it was General Blacke, the U.S.E. Minister of Military Affairs. The image of the old general had appeared, superimposed over the window. It was a hologram, sent from Earth. "Hello sir." Grayson stood and saluted Blacke. "Hello, Captain." The general said with a crisp British accent. As of the formation of the U.S.E., the cabinet of the president had been changed so that it would be made up of men and women of many nationalities. "So, the start of the greatest operation in human history is a about to start." General Blacke continued. "We, here on Earth, are rooting for you, ladies and gentlemen. We appreciate all you are giving up to go on this long journey, all you are sacrificing for the benefit of humankind-"

 

BOOM!!!

 

A sudden explosion racked the Challenger II, sending tremors through the command port and sending Grayson to his knees. The image of the general flickered, and then he was back, shouting, "Wakefield! What's going on there!" "I don't know sir!" Wakefield shouted back, getting to his feet, only to be knocked down again by another tremor. "Switch to portside view!" He shouted at some officers. The image of the general disappeared and switched to a camera on the side of the ship. In the distance, laser beams could be seen arcing from a ship- a ship with a hand clutching a world painted on the side. Grayson suddenly went cold. Its...M.A.C.E.! The Mutiny Against Corporate Entities group, it was a extremist terrorist group fighting against the U.S.E., "The worst of all dictatorships", they said. The ship raced towards the Challenger II, seeming like it was going to latch it...they must be here to take over the ship!

[Magnet Soldier]

OOC: There was only two, so not that many. And sorry for any Typos I may make, My little sister's been at it. BTW, Dylan's also english. Forgot to mention that in app. We have weapons on the ship, like cannons and stuff right?

 

IC: Dylan was unaffected by the second blast, as he had had training. Others around the room were panicing. Now was not the time to be distracted by the pleas of amateurs. "Everybody quiet!" Dylan shouted, stopping the pandemonium, if only for a second. However, no explosions rocked the ship. "They must have run out. We have approximately Twenty seconds before they hit us again. Say your prayers, contact everyone on ship and ready those cannons." Dylan ordered. Although he didn't have that much actual power, he got listened to. He ran towards the captain. "Sorry there, but someone had to take initiative." He said, tapping a few buttons on screen. The screen was static, but some blurred noise came through. "We're going to have to get these communications fixed. Meanwhile, I'm getting on a cannon. Is that alright captain?"

[ThunderousSonar]

Cross was in his own world, in his own mind, when his brother-in-law soon came over to greet him, "Hey, how are you bro? I'm doing okay. Don't call me Lyle, even though you are my boss, I am not afraid to get fired for insubordination."

 

Cross soon heard a sudden rocking as the ship was rocked and Cross sprang into action moving into a different chair, and soon readying the on ship weapons as he was in charge of them, and he directed the people lower in rank to be moving, as his junior shouted at them and they temporarily stopped. He soon was waiting for direct orders from the person he referred to as his brother.

[Quiksilver]

OoC: I count both 4 lines and 4 sentences.

 

IC: "Of course its okay!" Grayson said. "Lyle, I want you down at the weapons control. Concentrate on keeping the ship from latching onto the ship; They're attemping to burn a hole in our hull, and inflitrate the ship. Stratton, get down to the engines and whup those science peoples butts into action! Activate emergency boosters and turn around the ship so we can face them head on. And Smith- get on the main cannon driver. I want you to blast them out of the sky while Cross distracts them with the other weapons. Now go, people, move!" He moved to his chair, and started shouting again. "Convert all power to hull shields! We can't let this ship hit us like that again!" Grayson turned back to the screen, which still showed the image of the M.A.C.E. ship getting closer. "C'mon, lets blast them out of the sky-space, I mean."

[ThunderousSonar]

Lyle was smiling as his brother told him to man the weapons and his reaction was slow and he soon moved his hand to activate the defensive weapons as he docked the other weapons and he put on his viewfinder so he could aim directly, he looked at the ship closely as he wanted to hit it at the perfect point. Cross soon waited for the command to fire at will from his brother as Cross grabbed everything and caught a lock on the enemy ship, "I am ready to shoot Gray."

[Spartan919]

Stratton nodded. "Aye, sir!" He spun, and immediately left the bridge. He ran for the elevator, but stopped as he reached it. After some hesitation, he moved a few extra feet, and grabbed onto a service ladder. He peered down it, to ensure that it was empty. Taking a deep breath, he slid down onto it, and sped towards engines. After a minute, he tightened his grip, and slowed his fall. Jumping away from the ladder, he landed with cat's grace. Then, he stood up and began running towards the engine room. Stopping at an intercom, Jason activated it. "Corridor to bridge! This is Stratton! I estimate E.T.A. to engine room forty-five seconds to one minute, over!"

[Magnet Soldier]

OOC: Kabuto, how is Dylan Cross's junior. Searge and 1 Leiutenant are practically the same rank, in different parts of the marines. Searge is on field. I dont really know what Leiutenant does.

 

"Yes sir." Dylan said, running towards the main cannon room. Some one was already there, loading the cannon. "Good, Johnson. Move faster man. We have about 3 seconds before...." BOOM. ".....Another blast. Hopefully they had the shields up." Dylan said, jumping into the seat behind the cannon. "Johnson, is the cannon functional?" Dylan asked. The man, Johnson, looked up with a confused face. "IS IT WORKING?!" Dylan shouted. The man nodded, before slumping to the side. Dylan sighed and looked down the scope. He felt in his pocket for something. He held onto it tight as he waited for a weak spot to show.

[Quiksilver]

From a intercom hidden in the captain's seat, Grayson heard a Stratton's voice say, "Corridor to bridge! This is Stratton! I estimate E.T.A. to engine room forty-five seconds to one minute, over!" "Got it." Grayson replied. "I want the engines working at full speed, over." Then Grayson switched his intercom from Corridor EB-13L to Weapons Control. "Smith, this is Grayson, over. We have a line of the enemy's ship. Weapons free, Smith. You are permitted to fire-" Grayson should have known something was up when the door hissed open behind him. But he had been too engaged in giving Smith his orders. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

"Turn around, slowly." A cold voice said behind him. Grayson could feel the cold muzzle of a energy pistol pressed up against his neck. Turning around slowly, he berated himself for slipping up so badly. M.A.C.E. was a professional killing service. They wouldn't just charge a ship like the Challenger II head on. No, they wold first send someone aboard to cripple the ship from the inside. Grayson turned to fully face his attacker. She was a woman, Russian, wearing the green outfit of a Engineer. Her sleeves were rolled up, and Grayson could see the tattoo of a hand clutching a world on it. She was definitely a M.A.C.E. agent. Behind her, Grayson saw several other M.A.C.E. soldiers, all dressed as officers and carrying either plasma pistols or plasma rifles. They had rounded up most of the Command crew. Some looked ready to fight back, but at a slight shake of his head, Grayson told them to wait. "Turn the intercom back on." The woman said. "And tell Smith to stand down. Don't try any heroics," The woman sneered. "We have large parts of the ship under or control. My men are going after your officer, Stratton, as we speak. The situation is hopeless for you."

I'm not to sure about that...Grayson thought silently, but he turned back to the intercom and pressed it down again. He licked his lips and prepared himself. He couldn't let M.A.C.E. take control of this ship...It would all come down to this one minute. Just this one minute..."EMERGENCY ALERT!" Grayson shouted over the intercom, transmitting over the whole ship. "COMMAND HAS BEEN COMPRISED! ALL PERSONNEL, PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" Then Grayson dove to the floor. As he thought it would, the blast from the woman's plasma pistol sailed just inches over his head and he dove. Rolling to his feet, Grayson grabbed his chair and threw it in to the woman. "You think you'll take my ship?" He snarled as the woman went down and the other enemy soldiers turned to him. "I don't think so!"

[Jeroukoo]

Jason jumped out of his bed. He had fallen asleep again, this space thing wasn't doing so well on him. He looked up at the intercom, which was blasting orders. "EMERGENCY ALERT! COMMAND HAS BEEN COMPRISED! ALL PERSONNEL, PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" Jason looked around. "Wow, I've missed alot." Jason pulled an assault rifle from his locker and loaded it with ammo. He grabbed extra clips and shoved them in his back pocket. He was ready for battle. "Okay, Grayson must be somewhere in the main control center. The intercom is there." Jason breathed deeply and opened his door. Just try not to die and find Grayson. Simple, right? Jason sighed. No, nothing is that simple in war.

[Spartan919]

Jason continued running. Up ahead, he could just make out the bulkhead into the engine room. A cry rung out (it sounded like "FREEZE!" but was badly garbled), and Jason stopped mid-stride. Turning around, he saw that a dozen or so men, in anonymously colored uniforms, had appeared behind him. Each one of them was holding what looked like small assault rifles. Jason held his hands up, and smiled. "Uhh...hey there. You're not the engine crew, are you? 'Cuz this ship was supposed to be rolling a long time ago. I was sent down here to-" Jason had been slowing walking towards the group of men, and suddenly leapt at them. He slammed into one, knocking him out, and grabbed his gun. Spinning, he found himself surrounded by the others. "sheet," he muttered.

[ThunderousSonar]

Cross heard that his brother giving an order where he suddenly stopped....and then he heard that their command had been compromised and he knew that they were at where he was. M.A.C.E was on the bridge was bad, and his brother trying to play hero wasn't good at all so Cross decided to play smart guy, and Cross grabbed his twin custom made pistols as he ran out and went toward the head of the troops slowly. He had avoided three rounds of the M.A.C.E mercenaries' shots and he was in the air vents in the room where his brother was. Cross shot at fifteen people's hands and Cross soon began pondering how to help his brother.

 

"Pretend not to notice me brother...." Cross begged in his

mind and as he made eye contact with his brother Cross begged with his eyes.

[Magnet Soldier]

Dylan sighed. Cross was an arse, but he could be right about this. The ship was comprimised, but they had nothing if their ship wasn't there. "Die B*stards." Dylan muttered as he picked up some Duck tape from the floor. He locked the cannon on the M.A.C.E Ship and stuck the Duck tape on the trigger. He was deaf for a moment as the cannon started firing. He grabbed the Pistol at his belt, a modified Magnum, and ran towards the Command centre. As he entered he heard a woman, probably woman, shouting, "I thought I told you to tell Smith to hold fire." Dylan aimed the gun at the womans head. "I'm not firing." He smiled, pulling the trigger.

[Jeroukoo]

Jason stepped out and looked around. No one was in his sight. He sighed a sigh of relief. He moved down the right hallway, trying to remember how to get to central control. As he turned the corner he saw an engineer, green uniform. He put his hand on his gun and stepped forward. "Hello?" The engineer turned around at Jason and jumped a little. "Are you a M.A.C.E?" The engineer shook and held up his hands. Jason shook his head at the sight of the cowering employee. "If I was, do you think I would tell you?" The engineer lowered his hands and stopped shaking. "I'm sorry, sir." Jason lowered his gun and grabbed his pistol. "It's okay. I would be afraid of someone with a gun too." Jason tossed his pistol to the engineer who stared at Jason with an odd look on his face. "You're coming with me. We are trying to find Grayson." The engineer nodded his head. "Yes sir. Engineer Straube at your service."

[Quiksilver]

OoC: Kabuto, I do not understand what you are saying. I thought you were in the Command port with me; but then you're suddenly outside and telling me not to move, when I already did? Thats just confusing. Also, you posted the same post...twice.

 

IC: "Looks like you need a Science guy to round off the party, guys!" A low voice said behind Straube and Jason. Christoph Koertig moved forward towards the guys, a burn mark on his shoulder scarring his otherwise impeccable blue uniform. He was carrying, not a energy pistol or rifle, but a more bad@$$ weapon; a plasma shotgun. "Managed to get out of the Sciences area, which is under enemy control." He grunted. "Stopped only to pick up this baby, which was long enough for me to get me this burn. It was worth it, though." He grinned and hefted the double-barrel shotgun. "Killed a couple of M.A.C.E. on the way- Oh crap." Christoph stopped suddenly. He could hear a soft noise, from way off in the distance. It was the sound...of booted M.A.C.E. feet coming their way. "Get ready, guys!" He shouted, dropping to one knee, ready to fire.

 

In a way, Grayson was sorry he threw his chair at the woman. If he hadn't thrown it, the energy blast that rocketed over her head might have killed her. For a second, everything froze, the M.A.C.E. soldiers trying to figure out who fired the shot. But Grayson already knew who it was. "Good job Smith!" He shouted out. Then, as Grayson said these three words, everything unfroze again. The Command crew, who had been waiting for the right moment, suddenly leapt upon their M.A.C.E captors, who began to fight back. Other retrieved guns, and then, a full-blown battle began playing out in the Command port. Grayson jumped forward and seized a M.A.C.E. soldier, snapped his neck, and retrieved his gun. "Smith!" Grayson shouted again, fighting his way over to the Sergeant. "Did you manage to-" A great KA-BOOM! filled the air briefly and Grayson saw the remnants of the M.A.C.E. ship fly past the viewscreen. "I'll take that as a yes," Grayson said, smiling. The first threat might be gone, but, however, the second threat still had to be taken care of. Grayson grabbed up the stolen energy pistol and began firing. He was going to take care of this second issue.

[Jeroukoo]

Jason pulled out his rifle and aimed at the corner that the sound was coming from. He had seen Christoph in the science wing before, not paying much attention to him. He occasionally said hi to the man, but not never had a really long conversation with him. Jason stood up as he aimed his gun, he never liked to crouch down when shooting. Straube held his pistol and went prone as he held his gun, it shaking in his hand. The M.A.C.E group had just rounded the corner as Jason fired at them, dropping one on the spot. He then took cover behind a conveniently placed box in the hall.

[Spartan919]

Stratton gulped, and looked at the dozen or so M.A.C.E. operatives surrounding him. This is going to take some tricky planning...and I've got to be fast. We've got to get this ship moving! Suddenly, Stratton dropped to the ground, firing all around himself with the gun in his hands. Cries rang out as he hit some, but he was positive that he had not hit them all. Standing, he was surprised to find himself standing in the middle of a circle of corpses. He looked around, and froze when he saw a man in an engineer's uniform holding an energy pistol at him. He brought his hands up. "Easy..." Stratton said. "I'm from this ship; I work on the Challenger II. The engineer nodded, and lowered his weapon. "Now...what's your name and rank?"

 

"W-Warrant Officer Ripley," the engineer replied shakily. Stratton nodded, reassuring, and stepped towards Ripley.

 

"Can you take me to the engine room?" Ripley nodded, and waved a follow-me signal. Stratton smiled, and took off after him. He stopped at a bulkhead not too far from the engine room. "This is Stratton. Ran into some trouble; should reach the engine room any second now."

[Magnet Soldier]

"Old duck tape trick." Dylan said, crounching next to the Captain. "And we aren't wasting any ammunition. Only three in a round." Dylan said, jumping up and over the counter. He ran the whole length of the bridge, doing some matrix like stunts across the room. This confused the M.A.C.E troops, enough so they got shot easily. He got to the other end of the room, and opened a closet. He pulled out an old Machine gun and planted it on a small wall. "Die suckers!" He shouted, turning the Machine gun on while shooting with his Magnum. He managed to clear a corridor for the Captain and a few others to get through. "Hurry!"

[ThunderousSonar]

OOC: My comp was being sh*tty again and it posted twice. Also, he snuck out, sorry to not include that.....

 

IC:

 

Cross soon rolled around in the vents as he soon planned to end the fight, by leaving and fighting it from the host. He was planning to sneak into their territory. Even though he knew he would get sacked if he did, Cross had to do something. But, he decided to be smart and instead point a cannon at their ship, and also to destroy their communications, as if they could not communicate, all was lost for them....

[Magnet Soldier]

OOC: going to delete this when Kabuto edits, but two things. A) The M.A.C.E ship is destroyed. B) The cannon is out of ammo.

[Quiksilver]

OoC: I'll take care of it, magnet. Kabuto, you really got to read what's going on. You're not following what's happening...keep going like this and I'll have to warn you. Sorry, buddy, but I'll have to do it.

 

IC: "Take a little bit of this!" Christoph shouted, and pumped a group of M.A.C.E. full of plasma-hot shotgun rounds. Instantly, though, energy blasts burned holes into the wall, nearby his head, and he jumped into a doorway, which thankfully was big enough to hid Christoph's small frame. He moved the shotgun so that it was facing the M.A.C.E. without exposing himself. However, this would not stop them; there was too many of them. A sudden thought popped into Christoph's head, something he remembered from his Harvard days; plasma was very unstable. It emitted huge amounts of heat, enough to burn into a human at a high speed when fired; But to keep the plasma from exploding while in the shotgun, the inside of the gun was laced with lead...however, if he took the plasma bullets out and threw them at the men...he would have quite a effective grenade. Knowing there was no time to waste, Christoph cracked open the shotgun and pulled out the bullets, which looked like magma encased in bullet-shaped glass. He mothed "Get down!" to the other crew members, ducked into the hallway, and threw the bullets at the M.A.C.E. soldiers. Then, he dove to the floor. Just in time! A huge explosion rang in Christoph's ears, and the ground shook slightly. Turning around, Christoph looked down the hallway. There were no M.A.C.E. soldiers in sight, only a big, circular burn on the floor. "Well," Christoph said. "That takes care of them!"

 

"Nah, thats okay," Grayson said to Smith. "I'll stay here. Thanks for distracting them while I activated...the self-defense system!" The self-defense system, which had been offline from M.A.C.E.'s earlier attack, came online instantly, and stunning beams suddenly raced out of the ceiling and hit the M.A.C.E. soldier. They all fell to the ground, paralyzed. There was a pause on the bridge as eveyone watched the remaining M.A.C.E. fall down senseless. Then, as one, a cry of victory rang out and the crew started celebrating. Grayson smiled a weary grin, but his job wasn't over yet...he still had to clear the halls of M.A.C.E....or did he? Voices suddenly came over the intercom. First, Stratton. "This is Stratton. Ran into some trouble; should reach the engine room any second now.". Then, Christoph Koertig. "Koertig here. With Sergeant Nitrus and Lance Corporal Straube. We have cleared the halls near the sleeping areas..." Then, even more and more voices came over the intercom, telling Grayson of the resistance the crew had put up, the areas they had cleared. Almost as stunned as the M.A.C.E. on the deck, and even more proud of his crew, Grayson sat down in his captain's chair and turned on the intercom again. "Good job, crew. The Challenger II has just passed its first test."

[Magnet Soldier]

"Well then, I think everyone needs a good beer. Oh yeah, noone packed any." Dylan groaned. Then he looked at the paralyzed russian woman. "She could have had a hole in her head." Imagining this, Dylan laughed. He looked around the room to assess the damage, only to see a few burn marks on the walls. "With flying colours sir." Dylan commented, after Grayson had made his small speech. "But we might need a new paint job."

[Jeroukoo]

Straube sighed in relief. He was worried to his stomach he wouldn't be able to survive, him not being the most fit for fighting. In other fields he was great, but he failed in athletics or battle. Jason jumped over the box he was taking cover from and looked at the giant hole in the ground. "Nice quick thinking, Christoph. Now all we need to do is find the Captain. Or just kill the rest of the M.A.C.E on the ship. But that might take awhile." Jason looked down the hall to where he was headed before. Before he could take his first steps, he overheard the Captain on the radio. "Good job, crew. The Challenger II has just passed its first test." He could only guess that the M.A.C.E where wither all dead or gone. He didn't know which, but he was happy there was no more of them.

[ThunderousSonar]

OOC: My stupid comp is showing blank for plenty of posts, IDK why. Sorry, I'll try.

 

IC:

 

Cross soon sat down and slumped in his seat, and he relaxed after he found out that all of this stress was a test. He let the slow wave of calm slowly envelope him, until....he found out it was a test.

 

"Wait, this was a fun, live threatening test? This trip is getting interesting before it even fully starts.....I am going to enjoy this." Cross thought to himself.

 

Cross soon reassumed his position as he had stuff on his mind....

[Quiksilver]

OoC: The M.A.C.E. incident was not planned...it was just like, great we survived the first thing that hit us!

 

IC: Grayson nodded at Smith's comment, and then turned to several officers, standing nearby. "Collect the M.A.C.E. agents, both dead and living," He commanded, and then looked down at the Russian with a little distaste. "Put them in a shuttle and get them to U.S.E. I imagine they'll spend a couple of years in a nice little jail cell." He turned away from the officers. "All decks, report. What is the extent of your damage?"

"Science deck reporting. Minimal damage here, although the synthetic healing crystals will be hard to replace..."

"Engineering deck reporting. No damage whatsoever, due to Stratton and Ripley's quick actions..."

"Weapons Control reporting. We have quite some damage here, although noting that cannot be replaced quickly."

"Comm deck reporting. The damage to the communicator has been repaired, so no damage here."

"Living deck reporting. No damage, except for the stunt Warrant Officer Koertig pulled..."

Grayson felt relief pull over him. They had survived a well-planned M.A.C.E. attack, with minimal casualties and barely any damage to the ship! Not too bad... A crackle diverted Grayson's attention to the screen; Like Comm deck had reported, the communicator had been fixed. Blacke's face reappeared, looked thoroughly panicked. "Grayson!' He nearly shouted when he realized the transmission had been fixed. "What's going on!-"

"Its nothing serious, sir," Grayson replied airily. "Just a M.A.C.E. attack, that's all. The surviving members of the attack are on your way to you, General."

"Oh, well, yes," General Blacke looked surprised. "Um, well, nice job, Captain. You have proved yourself quite a leader. I guess, under the circumstances, it would be right to delay the mission for repairs and..."

"No, sir." Grayson said firmly. "No, sir, we will not delay the mission. We must go forth with it. The attack was just a setback, that's all. The ship has suffered no damage that we can repair. We must go ahead with the mission. I'm sure everyone else aboard will feel the same way."

General Blacke, to Grayson's surprise, nodded. "I thought I recognized a officer in you, Wakefield." He said solemnly. "Yes, we will go ahead with the mission. Prepare for departure. You are cleared for takeoff in 30 seconds..."

Grayson turned back to the crew and gestured furiously around, signaling for the crew to start moving. Liftoff was in half a minute...!

[Spartan919]

Stratton had turned an intercom on, and had heard the exchange. He turned, and faced Ripley. "You hear that, Warrant Officer? You've got thirty seconds to get those engines fired up. Move!" Ripley yelped in surprise, and entered the engine room. Stratton sighed, and leaned against the wall in relief. Finally, we can get out of here. That...that was quite an opening act. He brushed the hair out of his face, and smiled to himself. But now we'll really be going. A few seconds later, Ripley came out of the engine room.

 

"Sir, we report engines fueled and ready to go. I went ahead and gave the order to fire them up. All we need now is the order from above." Stratton nodded.

 

"Good work, Ripley. Go ahead and get to your station." Ripley nodded, snapped a quick salute, and entered the engine room again. Stratton turned back to the intercom. "Stratton here, Captain. Engine room reports engines red hot. We're ready to get out of here, sir. I'm coming back up." With that, he turned and began making his way back to the bridge. When he stopped by the bodies of the M.A.C.E soldiers, he paused, then knelt down, closed their eyes, and gathered ammunition for both the assault rifle he had obtained, and his own energy pistol. Standing up, he walked over to the ladder, slung the assault rifle, and began climbing.