During the dark matter wave...

[Birdtalon]

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:::RECORD ON::

The atmosphere on Battleship Isis, Omicron Minor was bad, we had been sitting on this ship for days.
It was, to say the least, boring down here in the soldiers cabins.
Those who had them busied themselves with all the little jobs that keeps a ship like the Isis running.
Oh, and there is a shortage of cabins, with nearly every agent within 400K rushing here to safty, what do you expect.
Its hard to move around, there is just too many people crammed into one ship,infact im surprised that this ship doesn't sink. *laugh*
Anyway, to put it bluntly this stinks like nomad poop. I long to fly my bomber again.
If you look out of the window, all you can see is blackness, just endless blackness. I feel sorry for any pilots stuck out there.
Right, well now I have to report to my captian for more training...
Well, to be sure it brightens up the day *laugh* but I sure do ache. Well see ya tomorrow...

*cough* I mean This is Captain Lee Brandon signing off.
*chuckles*



:::RECORD OFF::



---------------Deactvating---------------
------------Shutdown complete------------

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[NerdRage]

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Perry put his feet onto a small bundle of hair, smell and and bones known as Knuckles, it looked at him and curled back asleep.

"another, stinking day in the Snout" started perry
"ever since the ion storm we were forced to wait in Bornholm, un-fortunately that ratbag Amish found out about this, he qadripled the price of his rooms, and so did all the rest of the barkeeps. so were' bunking down in the Snout, cramped with this, whasasnames, mutt of an animal called knuckles stinking up the place"

The animal, twisted from its position inder the feet of Perry and stood up and looked at him, it made a Wheezelike sound it's species, whatever it was, were known for back in Planet Nuremberg, it scuttled along to a bowl of water and made laud slurping noises as it tried to drink.

"After this i'll go off to New Berlin for a while, i've been cramped in this bomber for too long, time to get to some open air"

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[joshua_cox]

---Processing...Complete---
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*a sound of slight creaking is heard, followed by a sigh*

"It's been several days since this little 'storm' started," came a deep voice. "I've been stuck on this godforsaken Battleship for the entire duration. The Rio Grande is a nice ship, but not a place I'd consider staying in unless I'm an official member of the Liberty Navy. The people here have been nice enough. The Pilots have shared drinks with me-they've been grounded too-, and the traders have given me some credits for the prisoners I captured. I've been doing work on my Defender for the past few days, banging out the kinks, and the mechanics, bored out of their minds, have helped me return the ship to near perfect condition."

*A pause is heard, followed by sounds of drinking*

"I haven't been allowed on the bridge, or anywhere other than the Hangar and bar as a matter of fact. I've been sleeping in the ship, in the cargo bay. Oddly enough, it's very roomy in there. The Prisoners may have been in pods most of the way, but at least they had a wide space. I don't think I'm going to do much more Transporting unless I get a proper cargo-hauler. Myabe I should take up the LPI on their joining offer? It's too early to tell. Still, once I get off of this damn ship I'll be much happier. I can't wait to get back to Freelancing."

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[pieguy259]

[font=Agency FB]PGL MAJESTIC, CORTEZ SYSTEM.

Dave Sanders stared out the window at the crackling darkness that surrounded the Majestic, only pierced by the refitted Royal Liner's lights. The entire Cortez system was shrouded in dark matter, and from the news reports that filtered in, so was all of Sirius.

This was bad for profits. All ships had been officially grounded in every major House (and, rumours had it, the Border Worlds), which meant no passenger traffic allowed. The Majestic stayed in space primarily because it had to, but also because its mighty shields and armoured hull could safely hold off the dark matter nearly indefinitely.

And so, Dave Sanders weathered the storm, feeling PanGal's profits slip second by second, and his anxiety grow at the same rate.

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[Shepherd]

Planet New London

The former Reverend, Darius woke up in some wretched-smelling bathroom, it was the bathroom in his ship. He was hugging the toilet, and as he peered in it was full of vomit. The last thing he remembered was that he had went to the local bar near the starport,... he slowly got up and walked out to the cargo bay the old Firefly-class ship and looked up. The sky was still black as could be, the only light was the light from the buildings of the surrounding area. His stomach growled, it went on and off for at least thirty seconds, he felt as if he hadn't eaten or drank anything for three days,... at least...., he hoped he hadn't drank anything. He climbed up to the cockpit to check somethings and while he was up there he noticed the time, it May 28 @ 2am. Dang, he said to himself, "I've been out for nearly four days". His stomach went on again, "Well guess its time to eat", as he headed to the main cabin for some food. He noticed on the way that one of the ladder chutes was open, he climbed down to see a strange woman, lying in his bed, with a bucket near. 'Oh well', he thought as he climbed back up to get some grubb.

[Tommeh]

***Connecting***

***Personal Log***

***Comm ID: Lieutenant Jack Osborne***

***Recording***

It has passed more then 3 days since Dark Matter Wave have hit us.Order Base Isis is still surrounded by darkness and it's impossible to see even few meters through it.All agents were called to return to home system,because we believed that this is nomad's work and that they are preparing assault on Omicron Minor.
So far no sign of them and I am starting to believe that this has nothing to do with them.I have read reports of recalled Order agents and luckly all managed to return home before wave reaching Minor.Our only missing pilots are Admiral Aki Kimura and Major Wesley Cooper.Allthough Admiral Kimura flies in Order Light carrier so I believe that the size and mass of ship will protect the carrier crew from dark matter influence.Major Cooper is still out there in his fighter,but he has survived many impossible things so I believe that he is fine.
Everybody on Isis are nervous,hangar is overfilled with ships and there is not one more place left.People are sleeping in cabins and even hallways.It is to crowed.
heh,at least Isis bar has a lot's of customers now.
I have finished my reports on last days before this wave.So now we are thinking about new tactics,moves in combat...anything to keep out mind busy.Our scientists still don't know what did it caused this dark matter wave,but we are hoping that soon they will find solution to clear it up.


Lieutenant Jack Osborne out

***Recording terminated***

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[squizzle3341]

---Incoming Transmission---
-Location : Unidentified Cruiser - New York System-
-Comms ID: Junker-Escort_013341 : Dengar Cirren-

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Escort Log 207 -
"It has been many days since this dark matter wave shutdown Sirius. I've lost all contact with my colleagues out in Puerto Rico and over by Rochester. I'm stuck in this cloud not far from Pittsburg, with only the Rogue Pilots who are stationed on this forsaken Cruiser as company. I have no idea how much longer I will have to stay here, and whether the Salvage Frigate I was assigned to has made it to a safe refuge of some form. I am slowly withering away my wages on the gambling tables here, and I will continue to do so until I have the opportunity to leave this floating coffin. The Rogues hospitality towards me has been reasonable, but I look forward to going home to Rochester as soon as this wave passes, if it passes.
Dengar out."

--Transmission Received--
-Comms Link: Terminated-

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Junker-Dengar_Cirren

[pbrione]

--Battleship Suffolk, New London System--

Admiral Nelson sat on the command bridge of the Suffolk, staring out through the aft windows to the sky beyond. Blackness filled the view, absolute darkness, blotting out the stars. Occasional flashes of energy crackled across the view. In the gloom lit by the Suffolk's emergency lights nearby could just be seen the giant shadows of the HMS Torridge and and the HMS Stanley, with several smaller shapes just beyond. All the capital ships of the Suffolk Fleet were huddled close together 20K from New London, strong anchor cables having been thrown between them to keep them from drifting apart in the storm. All fighter wings had been grounded, meaning that the battleships were packed to bursting with pilots from all shifts. There was barely room to walk around in most of the mess halls, as men sat gloomily playing cards and living of minimal rations. The picture was the same, all across the fleets. The great Bretonian Armed Forces was gathered in huge groups, huddling together for protection. Bretonia was all but defenceless against anyone capable of braving the storm. Fortunately, few were, and those who did tended to meet an unpleasant end pretty quick. Nelson had received no news from the Leeds front, nor from the other Admirals for over 2 days now. Communication lines had been lost. Still, he reasoned, the Kusari would be in exactly the same state. Nelson allowed himself a brief smile. For the first time in many months, silence had fallen across the Leeds warzone. Not a single patrol graced the skies. The guns had fallen quiet and the men had a few precious days of safety, before the hells of war would reopen again and swallow them up....

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[Seth Karlo]

Salazar stood in front of a large window on Phoenix shipyards. This was a strange phenomenom, something that seemed to have hit everywhere at once, with the same intensity.

"Enjoy your rest Bretonians..." he muttered before returning to his chair to smoke.

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Signature by Sleipnir.

[Jamez]

Skye smiled as he listened to a pair of Rogue pilots snorting and grunting as they complained about the lockdown in place on Alcatraz Base, whilst he applied the finishing touches on his 'project' in the docking bay.

The two thugs fell silent as Skye emerged from underneath the fuselage of the ship he was working on. He took a few paces away from the ship to turn around and inspect his work. After a few seconds he folded his arms and exclaimed to his onlookers:

"The Juggernaught is ready for action once more."

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Andrew Skye
Starflier thrill-seeker

Evangeline Knight
Seasoned fighter pilot

Shinji Takeda
Renzu Corp ex-COO