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FadedPhoenix
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Posted - 2006.03.15 16:01:00 -
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Arinus awoke to the sound of his work alarm beeping. Rolling over he grabbed a cigarette sitting on the counter next to his personal consul and lite it. Taking a slow drag he rolled out of bed and began to dress himself in his normal attire. His thoughts groggy and dismayed, he continued his ritual of getting up as he had for almost five years. Cleaning the area and setting everything in it's place as he had left it so many days before. The door slid open with its loud screech beckoning him to leave the room so it may return to its slumber. Taking a long inhale the the cigarette, he mashed it on the trey next to the door. Walking out he took a deep breath as the corridor's cool air washed his face. He walked towards his area of the station, watching as personnel and advisers walked by. As he came to the door he raised his tag as he had so many times before and watched as the door opened. "Welcome back" uttered the young cadet blainly as he stood next to the door exactly where he had left him. He walked to his console and sat down. Flipping the switches and watching as the lights and dials lit up to life. He hit the buttons and heard the loud eruption noise of decompressed air from the seven deep scan probes launched from the station. The screen flickered on and the scanners began there sweep. Leaning back, he watched as the screens drew blank again as they always seemed to do. Many hours passed as he sent the probes into all there designated places. Allowing them the life they were allowed to breath only once before they would drift into space as dead objects. Once again the hour drew close for him to leave as a strange anomaly flickered on his screen. Probe Fathom B6-7895 biped for a brief second just catching Arinus's eyes. He lurched forward fingers scrambling through the keys bringing up the data. He stared at the numbers and diagnostic readings. The analysis read out a gravametric anomaly the size of a small moon, which normally would have been over looked, but no moons laid anywhere near this station. Another Probe chimed in as for a split second with a similar gravametric reading. His hands shot across all the boards checking all visual displays and readings. Nothing seemed to show up on any other array of sensors. As he started powering down the system ranged optical scope meters, a metallic spark lite the screen. Immedantly stoping the power down he stared into the monitor. Noticing a strange flicker in the area as though heat was building in space. His eyes became wide as he realized what he was seeing. Emmidanntly turning towards the cadet he screamed. " Go to Red alert we have an unidentified cloaked ship!!!". The cadet scrambled to his station and made the command. Lights dropped as the station shivered while power began to be redirected to the Captial Railguns. Arinus's eyes glared at the monitor as he manually pulled the scanning back. Three alarms pounded in his ears and he immidantly knew something was wrong. These alarms meant extreme high energy emissions within the range of the station. His eyes found themselves staring at the guns out the view port as they began there scanning pattern. As his eyes drifted back toward the monitor as a loud draw siren rang into the three alarm screams. All his probe screens lite up spilling more data than was comperhindalbe for him. His eyes did not train to the probe screens but to the optical analyzer as now lay before it a ship that size seemed impossible. A bright light immediately erupted from the vessel filling all the screens and view port with bright light.
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FadedPhoenix
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Posted - 2006.03.15 16:01:00 -
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(( still finishing edits so bare with me))
Dawn of the Titan's
He stood at his console, the skin of his face resembling a faint red as the daunting screen loomed over him. His eyes red from the 14 hours he had already spent in front such a screen. Deep recon speacilist Arinus Guradisy stared blankly once more onto his screens as he filed the last report. Another day of nothing. His mind wandered from the report as he thought of the intel he had been given from command. The Gallentian Navy Officals had been in a sture since the loss of three heavily fortified covert bases. No signiture data had been retreived from the wreckage of the station due to a full grid crash, which is of course unheard of. In addition with data conferming caldari fleet deployment changes, and recent loses. He knew something was boiling within the ranks. His breath grew short at the though of what kind of force could have done such a thing. The breaths soon became calm once more as he looked over his monitor out the veiwing window to see the Prototype Captial railguns hovering a few meters away. He dialed up the data chip and let the last light flicker. He stood up and walked to the door where another officer, lower in rank, stood waiting to see his badge. As he activated the door he shook his head wondering why if an officer watched you work all day had to verify when you came out. He knew times where tight at the moment but such inconveinances were annoying. As he reached his quarters he saw a small light to the left of his eye scanner. A message from someone, his mind seemed to keep wandering back to briefing he received. He walked into his room and let the cold air of the corridor pass by as the door air-locked shut. His living conditions were better than most. He scanned his room making sure everything was in place. The meticulous nature was one that he took pride in. Mapping the room with the image in his head.
It was rectangle in shape with enough room to fit roughly 4 people in at a time. A desk, crafted into the bulkhead, molded out at the end of the room. Though the room was symmetrical it was efficient. Meeting regulation standards to the mark. Walking over to his personal console he hit the play pad to the message. A computer voice chimed up and began rattling off varification codes and priorty signature statuses. Sitting down on his bed, letting his back lean against the wall, he looked up at the ceiling. All the numbers and codes just meant that it was a higher ranked message than he was normally privy too. His eyes snapped to the consul as a chassy and charts that he knew all to well showed up on his screen. He felt odd. the numbers seemed wrong. Something of such a size could not exists or be created. He leaned over and tapped the holographic display to show up over his bed. A short flicker and the images where above him.
The computer voice chimed once agian and a picture of a clearly high ranked offical appeared "Deep Recon Speacilist Arinus Guradisy the following information is on the new ship that is being constructed in a undisclosed area in space. The numbers and images you see before you resemble the ship code named Titan. You are to take this data and keep it stored in your personal files for reference. If anything of such a nature is seen or picked up at your station. You are to immediately relay the information to General Sarimus Tavokie with this code attached". The data scrolled by as he saved the file. This was very strange for him to be given such a high priority bit of information. He stared at the images of the ship before him, letting his eyes scan it closely. He realized quickly it did not seem to fit the normal symmetric design as most Gallentian ships did. His eyes became heavy and before he knew it dreams of mechanical flickering filled his thoughts.
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FadedPhoenix
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Posted - 2006.03.15 16:02:00 -
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Before he could even see straight he heard the alarm. The one sound that meant that everything was terribly wrong. The sound that the stations shields had been maxed out. Arinus's mind new that he did not have much time left. He ran to the transmission station knocking the worker out of his chair. The fire of rail guns rattled the station knocking the cadet off footing as he ran towards him. He quickly stuck his key chip into the computer and hit all the keys and initiated the transmission. He turned around to see an explosion hit the rail gun next to him. Closing his eyes he hit the send button. Seconds after his thoughts were filled with bright lights.
Transmission from station P56-ty received code stamped Tier 3 officer General Sarimus Tavokie. The General turned to the messanger "read it to me". The messenger read off all the codes and signs that officiated the transmission and finally came to the message. "Titan"....
(( DONE soryr i thought i would have to split it up more enjoy ))
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FadedPhoenix
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Posted - 2006.03.15 17:03:00 -
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SOrry i did not mean it to be PART 1 i thoguht i might have to break it into seperate post. PLease post if you enjoyed it. Some feedback would be great.
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couger malthas
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Posted - 2006.03.15 17:22:00 -
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good job, but inter gall isent the right place to have a story placed :P
but other then that i thought you did a good job with the titan story and well i hope to see more work from you soon[tm]
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Desiderious
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Posted - 2006.03.16 01:28:00 -
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Good job with the story Jaded Phoenix 
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