Target: Cambridge

[Mephistopheles]

Mephistopheles/Belial was satisfied to an extent...

'Did someone mention the D`Evil?' he smiled maliciously.

He switched dimensions for a split-second of time to re-appear in this dimension in another place, right besides a lump of burnt flesh and some skin. A lifeless lump that was calling itself Ember in a past life.

No one could hear or see him. No one could sense him, organic or otherwise. He was enjoying this part.

'My mislead child, you have done well, you will have your reward! Or maybe not just yet!'

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D`Evil..Mephistopheles (Soul Harvester) -- D`Evil..Belial (D`Evil.. doer)

[caylith]

Onyx was enjoying the hospitality of the Mollys. She chose a table in the corner of Arranmore bar. All she wanted was a little quiet time to muse over her last missions. Always made her smile to think of the pain she caused. She'd been in contact with Dalamar, Lucifer and Glock. They'd be rendevousing in the border worlds and eventually meet up with their newest recruit, Ember.

Onyx was roused from her musings by one of the bartenders. He was wringing his hands and looked afraid to speak.

"What? Out with it man!"

"Lady Onyx, I bring news," the bartender said after some stammering and stepped away.

Onyx stood up, green eyes glowing dangerously, "I don't like being bothered for nothing. This had damn well better be good. Or you'll wish on your life it was!"

"No, no Lady. The news is good, very good. Cambridge has been attacked," the bartender was gaining some confidence, "One of your own has done this."

Onyx's head snapped up as she pushed past the bartender "Who? Who was it? Turn on GNN damnitt!"

The bartender scrambled to obey. Onyx looked up to the screen, arms crossed.

"Cambridge was ruthlessly attacked this day......The Phantom vessel has not been found yet......"

Onyx stopped listening. She knew Ember was on her way out of Bretonian space. She was the only one in the vicinity.

"I can't believe her, that bitc....she could've at least called us all together. She got to have all the fun!"

"But at least the news was good news, yes?" The bartender saw the look in Onyx's eyes and started backing away again, wishing he'd not turned her attention back to himself.

Onyx turned on the bartender. She took out her laser pistol, raised it and shot the bartender in the head. She stepped over his fallen body and headed for her Raven Claw.

[john]

As the Devastator was 4 k from planet Cambridge a new message came to his comm officer . All that could be said from the Devastator comm officer was dear god sir we have new orders . Comm patch it to my chair plsz .

ID:C.H.C
transmit to :[Capt]Flurry

do not give aid to planet Cambridge .

New orders: You are to bomb planet Cambridge from space . Sector R7 by R10 reactor 18 .
Bombardment time 3 Min's


C.H.C
End of message
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All the capt could say ways dear god for give me. Soon the Capt carried out his orders. Two Min's into the Bombardment scanners pick up a ship coming their way .

( Little did the capt know that would be the longest day of his life .)

Scanner friend or foe . Sir ID reading foe . With out thinking the capt knew what was about to happen . Scanner class of ship ? Sir reading as LIB Dreadnought class sir. SIR ! another contact reading as foe as will sir. LIB Dreadnought class as will sir . NAV get us a jump gate now . I sir . the capt hit the inetercom for the ship an said

ALL HANDS THIS IS THE CAPT
BATTLE STATIONS I SAY AGAIN BATTLE STATIONS . ALL CREWS TO YOUR STATIONS.MED BAY BE READY FOR WOUND . TEH CREWS DO YOUR JOB AN KEEP THIS SHIP IN ONE PICES.

SIR their in firing rang . ships are firing then the sound of the nav officer saying jump gate found an set in sir . the capt look down on his screen to see that hey had to pass between the two ship to get where they were going. the capt thinking to him self one way in an no way out . Nav full speed fire station return fire .


Later that day the Devastator pull into unknown free-port dock .

Unknown dock officer saying "if that ship got 9 lives it just used 8 if them"






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[Fellow Hoodlum]

Glock sat on their home base of Ryuku, away from prying eyes in the Tohoku system.
He had seen the GNN reports earlier in the day. While the result was a brilliant coup for their cause once
more, the loss of a slayer in the field suicidally, irked him.
"Silly woman." He thought out loud.
"What the hell was she doing there unaided in the first place."
His mind was not on his current job, dispersement of funds for loadout replacement.
This, while a great move for the cause, was going to have bad repercussions, the killing of a Phantom would
be all over the wires for ages.
"Damn, Onyx should have seen this coming, those two were always in fairly close contact most of the time."
He reached for the comm link.
"Get me Arranmore now"
He shouted into the mic.
"I want Onyx on this channel in 10 seconds, or else."
The line hummed.
"Get me the slayer Onyx in the bar now ... What do you mean she left, left for where ?"
Glocks patience was already wearing very thin.
"And she did WHAT ? ... Well I'm sure he deserved it."
Though the loss of the man who served the perfect stout with its shamrock on top was just another annoying
thing in this already irritating period.
"Just don't make me have to come down there alright."
He moved to the ship comms console.
This was going to be a long day, He had not heard from Darkstar yet ...

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

[Nightfall]

UNKNOWN BASE, AUSTERA NUBE, OMICRON-85 SYSTEM

A giant black shape emerges from the purple nebula. A few electric discharge flashes illuminate the shape and a few smaller ones. Black. Purple. Three metallic Sabres are flying in formation towards the giant artificial hole in the central asteroid. As they come closer, the vicinity is becoming filled with life of the busy spacecraft buzzing around.
Outcast Patrol Leader: 'This is Outcasts-White-369-Leader, request permission to dock, we're coming back home'
UNKNOWN Base: 'We are currently full! Please hold while we have a free dock for you!'

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In the specially shielded sanctum, Bernard Fokke was looking over the viewscreens showing GNN reports and intercepted messages from various sources.

'Those Phantoms... Ember proves to be a true believer, may the Great Spirits be with her. And most usefull for our business... Carlos, contact those scavenger vultures in New London, put them up to some speed, there's a lot of people in need out there. ...and Carlos, issue an all out order to our agents to shoot to kill if they find any of that Cryer junk they're selling parallel to our Cardamine. That can't be tolerated anymore, we are loosing too big a part of the market.' Nightfall took the glass from the table, his thoughts wandering off to Ember's image displayed on the large central viewscreen.

'I wander if she survived that somehow?' he thought as a dark winged shadow flew over his mind. He imagined her, still alive against any odds, skin and flesh, burned, stripped down to the bones. With the eyes of his mind he saw a part of what once was her face. 'She has beautifull teeth. What a shame, she gives inspiration to my imagination...' he thought with a memento of a smile on his face. 'Imagine if she would survive that!' Nightfall said that out loud to no one in particular. All eyes in the room turned to him...

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[Reaver Company Inc.]

Welcome to the Corporation Database! Your selected corporation has been accessed and the following information has been retrieved!

Corporation Name: SiN|Tech

Based In: Liberty

HQ: Superiority Tower, Manhatten

Primary Method of Income: Manufacture of pharmaceuticals and firearms

Founder: Elexis Sinclaire'

Notes: The SiN|Tech Corporation is one of the largest consortiums ever created. While it's primary production centers are in Liberty space, SiN|Tech has many other facilities scattered about the major Houses. Some of their bases are built off of rented space in other corporations stations when there is no planet to build on, and they have several ties to many shipping and other technology corps.

Their ethics are Spartan at best, and even missing at the worst. They sell to anyone who can afford their services, and are quite zealous with keeping promises or agreements. Several cases have been brought against SiN|Tech, although none have been won. As a side note, those who bring cases against SiN Tech either drop the charges themselves and suddenly are found to have received a large donation from untraceable sources, disappear, or are found dead either from illness or from terrorists.

SiN|Tech possesses a vary advanced defense force, surprisingly being able to access hulls from the Liberty Navy. Two ships reported in SiN Tech use are the Liberty Carrier (SiN|Tech Superior, stationed at Cambridge) and the Liberty Assault Frigate (SiN|Tech Unrelenting, mobile ship designated to trouble spots). Ground forces are equipped with reportedly military grade weapons and armor, and SiN|Tech has access to advanced technology in weaponry, ships, and defense.

SiN|Tech pharmaceuticals are numerous and powerful. The cost of this power, however, comes with as a rather unstable formula. Several of the SiN|Tech drugs are reported to cause massive genetic mutations, although SiN|Tech reports the chances of actual mutation are well within acceptable limits. The reports to the mutations cannot be confirmed, however, because all those who claim to have been mutated seem have disappeared by the time officials can get to them. It has been argued that while the risks for these drugs are something to be considered, their benefits are far outweigh the possible consequences.

It is rumored that SiN|Tech has a Black Operations program, although these rumors cannot be confirmed by any sense of the word.

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Night Plateau was vast; incredibly so. The facility spanned kilometers, both on 2D and 3D space. Thus, when one was deep within the Night Plateau facility, one truly was deep.

Secured behind thick doors, guards, an automated defense, black chasms, bridges, tunnels, and several energy fields was the High Security sector of NP. It was here that Ember dragged herself back into the world.

The first thing she noticed was a sense of floating. There was warmth all around, and she didn't seem to be touching anything. Opening her eyes, she found herself to be surrounded by a greenish fluid. Further inspection revealed a network of tubes going in and out of her. One went down her throat, apparently into her lungs because she could breathe, and the others disappeared into various portions of her ravaged flesh. Strangely there was no pain. In fact, Ember realized she couldn't feel the tubes at all.

Looking over the rest of her body, Ember found out just why she was immersed in this tank of nanomachines and protein. If beauty was skin deep, there was no beauty for Ember any more. Her skin was gone, the only thing keeping her insides inside being her own muscles.

Lights warmed and a holographic panel flickered into existence before Ember's eyes. Text began marching across the screen, "Welcome to the SiN|Tech Intensive Care and Reconstruction Unit! How may we assist you today?"

Below, several options began to spring up. Costume design, additional modifications, requests for items to be obtained... And to top it all off the price listing for everything had been removed, a simple sentence under the 'Total' bar reading "Paid by Outside Number."

A little suggestion had been pinned at the bottom, a picture of a combat armorfe support suit listed with it's advantages and statistics.



Ember smiled again, the edges of her damaged mouth lifting upwards in a cruel mockery of a smile. Just perhaps, there was a shred of good from her 'death.'

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[onca]

Pete finished downing his drink at the bar on Planet Kurile. Normally a quiet place, he had just brought over a load of technical experts from Cambridge to this strange experimental outpost in the green cloud of Sigma-17, so there was a little more activity than usual.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the bar and outside. Pete put down his empty glass, motioning the barkeep for no refill, and walked out.

Outside, everything denoted panic and consternation. "Have you heard," said a voice in the general meleiu; "Cambridge has been bombed!" said another.

Rushing back in, Pete yelled at the barkeep to tune the monitor into GNN.

"... just to recap, a shipload of MOX has been flown into the atmosphere of planet Cambridge. An upper-atmosphere nuclear explosion has resulted..... Casualty numbers will probably run into the millions. Reports are confirmed that it was not an accident, but the work of the terrorist extremists known as the Phantoms...."

There were gasps and swearing from all people therein, but Pete did not hear them. He was running to his ship on the landing pad, still warm from his trip in.

"Get that bloody thing gassed up and ready," He yelled to the deck controller. "I'm going back to Cambridge!"

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@Message_To: [SF] high command

@Comm_ID: [IND]CaboverPete

Sir,

I'm sure all my [IND] mates join me in sharing your grief and outrage at this atrocity.

With your permission I will speed to Cambridge with a shipment of medical supplies for the injured. Currently I am docked at Kurile.... I will hop over to Atka for pharms, then to Cambridge with all possible speed. I'll flyby the O-41 neutron star rather than going around to save time, and cruise thru the asteroid field of O-5.... ETA 48 hours, as long as your don't mind me coming in hot and glowing green!

Once there I will also help ferrying refugees off-world if needed.

Consider myself and my ship at your disposal.

@Out

[pchwang]

Ariel Schroder was livid. Following the medic's DNA tests, she had accidentally discovered that the girl in the radiation chamber, was in fact, a resident. She was a victim.

"Where did they take her?" Schroder asked himself.

"Where did you go?"

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[Dab]

Luciaden shook his head as he read the reports about the Phantoms attacks in Sirius, and Cambridge in particular. He was thinking more and more lately about the utter lack of ability anyone else had in fighting these Phantoms. He was in a full-fledged war with them, the houses could barely hold them off at the doorstep.

Looked like, yet again, he would have to take this into his own hands. He felt his contempt slowly rising. Even the RM were barely holding it together against these puppets.

He activated his desk's comm terminal. "Admiral, prepare the Caedo and its escorts. They are to position themselves in Dublin. The Acheron to Frankfurt, you know where. The Palaemon will be taken to Chugoku. You may take the Chimaera with whatever fleet you wish. Also, signal the Sigtryggr, it is to make its way back to Omicron Theta. The Ableben will be the guardian of Freeport XV and the construction sites for Newport Shipyards and the Zoner weapons development center in Omicron-74."

"Yes sir." "Oh, and tell the Acheron, if the RM find his fleet to flee to Hamburg and from there to Dresden in any way he wishes. Our contact on Bruchsal can keep him updated in RM movements. Be sure to tell him that he is NOT to return fire on any RM ships unless there is no other alternative to keeping his ship and fleet alive. And tell Alarien to stay with Caedo's fleet. The SF use a lot more capital ships than the RM do, she will be more useful there."

"Right away sir."

Luciaden cut the comm channel, and leaned over to pick up a mug with an exotic drink in it. As he sipped it he reviewed the events of the past year. Yes, the Phantoms were becoming quite a nuisance. His emotions turned to anger as he recalled the events that took place no less than last month, on the planet of Malier.

He flexed his hand and it crushed the empty cup.

This time Darkstar would be the one to lose a hand, he thought as he flexed the cybernetic muscles of his hand.





(OOC: We are going to pretend that Ghosts of the Past ended one month from this point, since it isn't quite finished yet. I'll be doing stuff for this time frame, while I continue to do that thread. Also, my ships won't actually be taking on the Phantoms, at least not yet. This is just for RP, as I would rather start now and continue mainly from the RP view, and little from in-game, then balance it out later on when I can, and not to mention when I have the ships finished..)

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[Yngen]

delete please

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