Ghosts of the Past...

[marauder]

"It's quite possible. I shall inform Crystal Oni that we are in position." Marauder shifted slightly and flicked an insignificant looking switch.

'The signal has been sent,' Aridane said softly, 'Nothing but dust detected.'

"This is going to be a long wait." Bloodfrenzy sighed, he too was not happy about being forced to sit and wait.

However, the fact that he and Glock had been had evidently been trusted enough to be sent here was some compensation.

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Blood, you are right of course. What was I thinking, never my place to question our
leaders decisions. I am always honoured to share the same piece of space with our
Lords. You know me though, like to be in the thick off it."
Glock whispered quietly. The silence was not so stifling now, the ship not quite as still.
Minute bursts from the attitude thrusters corrected its position occasionally.
"Though, these weapons are beyond my even my thirst for destruction. Point one of
these babies in the wrong direction, and there will be nothing left to enlighten in the
whole of Sirius."
Destruction at sub-atomic level took care of absolutely anything. Even Glock had to
admit, that was a scary thought.
"I shall sit and meditate on the fate of Sirius then, and await our destiny."

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[marauder]

"True, but you have to admit, the tone of horrorified shock in the voice of that cruiser group captain was beautiful." Bloodfrenzy chuckled, and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"We will soon know the fate of sirus. Though I know that our destiny is to serve our Lord Darkstar until we die."

[Dab]

Luciaden smiled. Once again Darkstar had underestimated him. And instead, overestimated the Nomads. Proficient killers, yes. But against more intelligent beings they were as weak as butter to a knife. Their hive mind-like communication let them communicate quickly, but also limited them. Especially when someone with Luciaden's type of power was present. With their minds cut off from one another they had no coordination, and were taken out quickly. In 20 minutes it was all over. With only slight damage to the Leviathan, and some more serious damage to the Caedo, which was sent back for repairs. And with only a twelfth of their fighters destroyed.

The Sigtryggr was sent to Omicron Alpha in search of more crystal ships, or people who had sighted them.

The Ableben back to Freeport 9, to aid in the recovery and defense of the station.

The Caedo to an AW shipyard for repairs.

The Leviathan to finish its missions.

And the Carriers back to Freeport 9 to restock their fighters.

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The viewscreens in all Omicron space blacked out, showing red letters.

Upon the proof of destruction of the Oblivion, a Battlestar, a bounty of 125 million dollars will be rewarded.


(OOC: 125 for first kill, 10 million for each additional kill. Must be a time of 2 hours between each kill. That is to avoid kill flooding, where you attack and attack and attack him just to get more money.)

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

Glock spotted the viewscreen.
"Boy those AW assholes are going to be trading for a long time to pay those debts off.
Not sure anyones going to have a battlestar for a little while, and certainly nothing
capable of killing one with."
Glock's laugh was the most evil thing in the sector.
"Missed the boat boys, couple of weeks ago maybe someone would have done your your
dirty work for you, bit late now. No wonder the race will not survive."
Glock mused at the mistakes that such an apparently all powerful person could consistently
make.
"Hey Blood, you seen this on screen. Makes me want to be almost human again, just to
be able to enjoy humour once more. Sorry, I'll take that back. Shall we retire to a little
more interesting place now. I hear Omicron Alpha is quite pretty at this time.
Hell, nothing is forever, and certainly nothing is invincible. The basic dynamics of quantum
physics make that a glorious impossibilty."
The Osiris sprang to life again. Systems coming online all over.
"Lets meditate elsewhere, shall we"
The ship moved slowly towards a waiting jump point ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[Kane]

The signal went out, and people noticed. Bounty Hunters debated profit over danger, pirates talked of betrayal, the Navies spread the word, and a little ripple was started.

Eventually the signal reached an enormous object, hidden within the vastness of space and exact position not known. The signal flew down and was caught by a tower protruding from the object. There, it was analyzed, discussed, pondered, then shuffled off to the interior. Deep inside the Dyson Sphere, the signal reached the ears of the one it was made for.

DarkStar merely raised an eyebrow at the message.

"Is he really that despite? So infuriated with me that he can no longer do the work himself?" DarkStar gave a vicious smile. "It would seem that our friend Luciaden is beginning to become annoyed. How fortunate. The angrier someone get's the more likely they are to screw up."

He waved the message aside. "But no matter. We have vastly more important things to consider then rivals bruised ego's." DarkStar contemplated the holo-screen in front of him. Upon it lay all the information that the Phantoms had gathered about the Miralukan ships. Not much, but just enough to formulate a plan. One that would hopefully gain them more information.

"DarkStar to bridge."

"Yes sir?"

"Prepare to get the Oblivion under way. We shall set our trap outside the Sphere, where we shall not disturb our hosts with missed shots."

"Aye sir."

"Oh, and has there been any activity from our 'guest'?"

"No sir. Not since we lost the sensor probe."

DarkStar had ordered a sensory drone sent out to find out what that strange shadowy ship was doing. The probe barely got within range before an energy spike was detected and the drone was lost. Ever since then, they had observed as best they could with long-range scanners. It wasn't much, but it was enough to verify that the ship hadn't done anything since it destroyed the probe. Thus, with little reason to retaliate, it was left alone. Even the Nomads left it alone. Something about it being completely devoid of any psychic 'presence' that the Nomads used to identify things.

"Very well. Take us to the Gate, and contact Blood and Glock. We'll be staging the trap soon."

"Aye sir."

DarkStar cut the channel to the bridge and shut down the projector. He would need quiet to establish the link he was about to forge. He concentrated, searching for that familliar presence out in the void...

Yes, Enlightened One?

"I must ask a favor."

Speak, and we shall grant it.

"I require a Surgeon."

So soon? Were the recent improvements not satisfactory?

"No, the upgrades are perfect as usual. I require one to set a trap."

For whom?

"The Miralukan."

There was silence after this one.

They still exist?

"Not exactly... Ghost ships of theirs have been everywhere lately, attacking and destroying just about anything they come into contact with."

Can you assure the Surgeon's safety?

"Yes, my lords."

Then we shall send you one.

"Thank you masters."

Be cautioned; Should our Surgeon die and you do not, then the consequences will be dire.

"I understand."

The link was broken, and DarkStar returned to the physical world.

"Now, all that is left is to make sure everything else goes according to plan."

He walked down to the docking bays, and found the assault transport he was looking for.

"Sergeant!"

The Powered Armor suited marine looked up. "Sir?"

"How go the preparations?"

"Well, my lord. We shall be ready to go as soon as you wish."

"Excellent. Where is Raf'el?"

"Inside sir, checking over the equipment."

"Very well. Be ready to move out as soon as the Surgeon arrives."

"As you command."

DarkStar smiled. Yes, this would go very nicely.

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[Dab]

Captain Deiran walked into Luciaden's office. He stood there and saluted until Luciaden returned the salute. "Yes Captain?"

Deiran handed him a piece of paper... The location of the Chimaera. "And this was found when?"

"6:00 this morning Zoner standard time."

"And you say you did in fact find the bridge intact?" "Yes sir." Has anyone been inside it yet?

"No, but we did run a sight scanner on it, and we confirm that the equipment they scavenged is still there." "And where is it now?" "We attached it to the Caedo on its run to the Shipyards. It is in one of the repair docks."

"And what of its crew?" "Most of the crew was dead, all of those outside of the bridge section. The survivors are those who were able to get out of the bridge after the viewports were broken in. They stayed in the auxiliary control room and the medical bay with minimal life support. Captain Soren was found alive, though just barely. He is in critical care, and the doctors estimate he will die in a day or two."

"Prep the Sigtryggr, we will head out to the shipyards immediately. We must find out exactly what happened there. And that won't happen if hes dead."

"Yes sir." Captain Deiran hesitated. "Well sir.."

"You are wondering why I pulled the search off the Oblivion, yes?"

Surprise was evident in his expression before he got his emotions under control. He had not yet gotten used to his mind being open to his superior.

"Well, yes sir I was."

"Its quite simple. We do not have the time, nor the need to go after him."

At the Captain's puzzled look he pulled a drawer from his desk and pulled something out. It was a pulsating crystal.

"Do you know what this is?" As Deiran looked into the crystal his mind began to slow down. He barely caught the question he had been asked. With an effort he pulled his eyes off the crystal to look at Luciaden's face. "No sir." "This is the last piece of the puzzle. And why it is important that we get that equipment. This.. is a key."

Deiran's puzzlement grew, and he wondered why he was being led around like this. The obvious good mood of his Lord captain was evident.

"This is what we will use to finally capture one of those ships."

Deiran's puzzlement turned to surprise.

"Yes Captain, it is time for us to finally take care of our rivals. And to begin our ascension to power."


To be continued

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[marauder]

Moments after the Vulcan had left an Order fleet of ten osiris's and forty mepthys VHFs jumped into the system.

"Bring the missile and battlerazor turrets online." Bloodfrenzy ordered.

'Done." Aridane replied.

"You use the missile turrets against the fighters, four slavoes should do for each fighter." Bloodfrenzy shifted and actived several controls, "I'll use the battlerazors against the osiris's."

An hour later the blasted hulks of the Order vessels drifted slowly towards an unnamed planet, the only one in the system.

The Desolator was also drifting, it's main reactor had overloaded and melted it's way out of the ship. A mepthys, that was passing by, got hit by the radioactive mass and was instantly vaporised.

The desolator's turrets were mostly melted and fused into place or missing entirely. The ship had massive sections of it's hull rent open, you could see through it in places. The nose was totally missing, an exploding osiris had vented drive plasma and melted it off.

A nomad BS slowly moved close to the crippled phantom vessel, after several minutes it moved away again headed towards the dyson sphere gate.

[Reaver Company Inc.]

The Unrelenting as it was known was no more. The damage was so extensive that SiN Tech scrapped it. They removed the weapons and sensitive technologies, then sold the remains to the Junkers who were more then happy to lay their hands it. With the proceeds, for even that much scrap will catch a hefty price, they bought a new ship. An Assault Frigate, purchased with bribes and more then a little blackmail to the Liberty Navel Authority. Obviously, not a word of this reached the public. All anyone knew was that SiN Tech was now the proud owners of a very dangerous frigate, christened the Unrelenting in memory of it's predecessor.

It was the new Unrelenting that the AW guard saw approaching out of the Sigma 17 jump hole, escorted by the Lambda wing of Eagle fighters.
"Attention AW Command on Freeport 9, this is the SiN Tech Frigate Unrelenting. We are requesting permission to dock and to speak with your commanding officer."

***

The room was black, empty, like the vastness of space. And then from the darkness came light, illuminating a black monolith with writing upon it.
Director 01
*Audio Only*
An American voice came from the monolith, speaking into the emptiness.

"I hope that the loss of the Unrelenting will not reflect current practices with our vessels. We cannot afford to loose our fleet."

A new monolith was lit, Director 02 this time. His voice would imply that of a Kusari businessman.

"Of course not. The Unrelenting was a fluke. It will not happen again."

Director 03, a Britonian professor.

"It had better not. I assume that we will be looking for better protection from the AW if we are intent in our goals?"

Director 05, this one a women from Rheinland.

"That ist a given. They would do well to make sure we are quite secure."

Director 04, also female. The slight hiss of an inhaler gave her away as an Outcast.

"Do not presume that the AW will act in any certain way. I am of the firm belief that their leader is criminally insane."

Director 03 gave a slight chuckle.

"You would, my dear. I have not seen such insanity, but then again I don't have to live with them on my doorstep, do I?"

Another monolith, Director 06, came to life. This one's gravelly Hispanic accent indicated a Corsair.

"For those of us who do, his reckless tactics and god-complex are quite apparent. But as long as he leaves us alone, we get along fine."

A hologram appeared, revealing a rather busty women. She was beautiful and immaculately dressed, from her black corset and red undershirt down to her black pants and ruby-red stiletto high-heals. Her long and sharpened nails were painted red, and a glowing blue pendant hung at her neck. One would assume that she was an average, frankly sultry women. However, one flash of her coldly calculating eyes and that illusion was banished. There was no doubt that this was Elexis Sinclare', the founder of SiN Tech Industries and also it's top geneticist.

Her image smiled, a believable one but her eyes gave that away.

"No need to fret, dear directors. I can assure you that everything is quite under control."

Director 01 spoke up.

"And if it isn't?"

Elexis turned to the monolith.

"Then someone will pay. I will personally sign the End Certificate for the one who crosses out path."

That evidently satisfied the Directors, as nobody spoke about it. Elexis gave the other Monoliths her smile, again seeming genuine.

"If there are no other points to bring up, shall we continue as we have?"

Silence again. Elexis' smile grew a little bigger.

"Excellent! Then I shall proceed as we have planned."

One by one, the Directors' monoliths switched off leaving Elexis' hologram in the room. Her smile changed. Not in any discernable form, but it changed from that of appeasement to that of a shark spotting a fat and lazy morsel of food.

"Exactly as I have planned." The hologram switched off, and once more the room was dark.

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[Angel]

Darkstar was interupted by a beeping on his comm link. " Yes what is it? " he barked into the Mic. There was a breif pause then a voice came over the headset.

" Sir, you wanted to let you know when that ship did something? " Darkstar shook his head, " Yes, yes whats going on? ", there was another pause.

" Its transmitting again, and now theres three of them sir, but there still holding there position 15K away sir. " Darkstar growled, " Let me hear it "

A few moments of button pushing, and the strange sounds came to life in his earpiece.

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" Its still transmitting through the jumphole? " there was a quick anwser, " yes sir, and one seems to be actively scanning the Oblivion sir, there at a power I haven't seen made by humans " then another voice interupted.

" Sir, I was able to get a size of these ships, there about four kilometers wide, and about two kilometers from the front of its spines to the back " then the ensign spoke again, " Sir, there still staying there, not moving, but the Nomads are getting restless, four battleships have shown up in the past ten minutes " Darkstar was puzzeled, what where they waiting for, and who in the hell are they.

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