Outrider

[Armageddon]

(OOC: The ranks i have used in the story are for appearance only the ship will follow all orders from faction representatives)

*** Opening Classified File ****

Outrider

Length - 200feet
Crew Complement - 6
Classification - Outrider Class Gunboat
Commissioned - 614AS
Decommissioned - 680 AS
Recommissioned - 816 AS
Role - Long Range Exploration of Border world space
Commanding Officer - Lieutenant Commander Dwayne Stanley
Executive Officer - Lieutenant Stephen Thompson
Offensive Armament - Classified
Defensive Technology - Classified
Override Codes - Classified

2 weeks earlier

The old admiral sat in his office over viewing the biographical file of an experienced Lieutenant who he had ordered to come to his office today. The file on his screen read.

Lieutenant Dwayne Stanley Biographical file....
Age - 35
Birthplace - Manhattan - New York...

The Admiral looked up as a man wearing a Navy Uniform walked up to him, he deftly blanked the computer terminal he was on.

"Ah Lieutenant i trust your flight went well?" the Admiral's tone was business like and the middle aged man standing before him simply replied "Very well sir." There was a bustling of activity around the Norfolk shipyards today. the LNS Mississippi was making port for a major overhaul of the ships combat systems. Scant attention was paid to the much smaller ship docked on the other side of the shipyards. "Come with me Lieutenant i have something to show you." He said walking out of his office at a brisk pace.

They rapidly walked down a small corridor, in the base of the shipyards. Ahead lied where they serviced the old type of ship which was slowly being decommissioned in favor of the cruiser class ships. The gunboats, they come to a stop at observation port 137. There lied a small ship dwarfed by the much larger vessels on the much larger bays above it. It was scarred by what looked like years of asteroids hitting the hull. The Liberty crest on the side of the ship was faded and the entire ship its self looked like it had seen better days. In Paled letters on the side of the ship the name was not fully distinguishable. From what could be deciphered it said O*TRI**R. There were technicians in EVA suits respraying the hull, and others patching the larger dents that had been caused by a long period of time in mothball. "What are we doing here sir?" asked the younger man who had followed the flag officer down through the long winding corridors. "Were looking at your ship Lieutenant Commander, its an old one but it seems that once it is refitted it will serve its purpose well. I want you in my office at 10:00 SLT for your briefing." With that he turned and left the young man stunned near the airlock.