Lambda Leonis

Dictator Daynel DeReitz stood in the bridge of his private diplomatic cruiser, in orbit around Hellfire.
"Here it is, a planet full of minerals ready to be mined." he thought. "And it technically, most of it belongs to the Technotronic Dictatorship."
He turned to his assistant.
"Lena, take a note for my log."
Lena activated the VoiceNote app on her multipad, and Daynel started talking.
"Daynel's log. Today we reached Leonis A, or Hellfire. We are here to negotiate the mining rights of the planet, since we technically own most of it. Hopefully, if we get the mining rights, we might get enough minerals to start Project 15. End of log."
Daynel stopped talking.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Send it to a data server on the closest space outpost."

Lena walked over to the communication central.
"Sir, it seems like we have no connection to anything outside the system."
"What? No connection?"
"That's what it says."
"Then we might have a problem with some of the ships functions."

The ship that held him prisoner had docked to a prison on Hellfire in less than 3 hours.

Spoiler:

The security vessel docked and he was dragged out into a cell that was about 15x15 feet. Smaller than his room on his mining barge. It had a bed that actually looked a little comfortable. but hen he sat on it he realized he would get very little sleep. It was very stiff. At least he had a toilet. No soap? cmon.

Jack Root wrote:

"Sir it seems there's a revolution going on and a large fleet coming to stop it."
A rookie reported.
"Hmm...Tell the rest of the fleet to lay low and cloak."
Nex said.
"Yes sir."
The rookie bowed and left the room.
"Ralith bring up Comm. with Paul."
Nex said to the AI.
"Yes Nex."

OOC: What exactly is my relationship with you?

OOC: Engaged

Kobialka wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

"Sir it seems there's a revolution going on and a large fleet coming to stop it."
A rookie reported.
"Hmm...Tell the rest of the fleet to lay low and cloak."
Nex said.
"Yes sir."
The rookie bowed and left the room.
"Ralith bring up Comm. with Paul."
Nex said to the AI.
"Yes Nex."

OOC: What exactly is my relationship with you?

OOC: I owe you for saving my life.

_Shadowcat_ wrote:

OOC: Engaged

Wow. Thats just immature.

Commander Shane Kobialka wrote:

_Shadowcat_ wrote:

OOC: Engaged

Wow. Thats just immature.

Nope, Its a RP.

Sometimes I wish I could start ban Councils for the influx of idiots joining/re-joining the forum. But alas.

Hey can I rejoin this RP

Name: Factotum
Race: Robot
Height: 1,5 meters
Weight: 500 kg
Age: Unknown
Job: He was smelter but now he works as an Advisor, because he found better AI Chips.

Picture

OOC: guinea pig transporter?

Commander Shane Kobialka wrote:

OOC: guinea pig transporter?

OOC: Use the link and look at the shape of my transporter.
P.S. Its the name of the ship class. (like Phoenix fighter or Thunderbird bomber.)
P.P.S. thanks for the hint.

Kobialka tried and tried for the next few days he was held there to pick the lock with a small paperclip he found on the ground, but it just wasnt working...

OOC: im still waiting.

Tiel wrote:

Sometimes I wish I could start ban Councils for the influx of idiots joining/re-joining the forum. But alas.

You were in my moderator proposal...

Commander Shane Kobialka wrote:

Kobialka tried and tried for the next few days he was held there to pick the lock with a small paperclip he found on the ground, but it just wasnt working...

OOC: im still waiting.

OOC: Me too
Im waiting for someone in a position capible of legitimatly tying together everyone.

OOC: If Fenway doesn't soon I will.

OOC: I'm sick of ignoring this. Is there enough room for another?

Name: Vriska Serket
Race: Troll
Height: 6'2 (6'7 counting horns)
Weight: 114 lb
Story:An independent miner, she pilots her vessel the McCarthy which is armed with a mining beam and a small machine gun turret. She is accompanied by an additional 3 crew members. Currently being awoken from cryo in a very thin asteroid field while waiting for the onboard AI to mine enough asteroids to fill up the cargo hold and sell to the nearest station.

OOC: No access to original account as of now, but I must state stuff. The Ionic Storm has officially distrupted communications but not traffic as of now. Ships are still safe out of system for another week, but communications are toast.
Vinyl, we have too many pirates already. Didn't I state in the OP that there was very LITTLE pirate activity? And Julo Denied

Fenway wrote:

OOC: Vinyl, we have too many pirates already. Didn't I state in the OP that there was very LITTLE pirate activity?

OOC: Alright. No longer a part-time pirate.

Error floated, staring in disbelief at his monitor.

"Run that by me again. Without the fancy math."

"The vessel will be pulled from FTL by the star, and the braking technique should bring it down to rendezvous speed."

"Should?"

"Should. Sorry."

OOC: Just because something is dead doesn't give reason to lock it. We've been waiting for Fenway to provide some sort of structure, but it looks as though that isn't going to happen.

'Esh stood from his chair and walked to the door, deactivating the holopad. The pirate bands and lone wolves had kept themselves rather quiet until now, but most still wouldn't accept any attempts at communication. Even now they only made enough noise to gauge their numbers. Weapon trading had always been done through a third party. He opened a channel with his transport manager.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have a ship ready. Something with FTL, I need to be at Hellfire in an hour."

"Frigate Tasa'Eirr is fueled and ready."

OOC: I revoke Julo's acception. No energy beings, I wasn't clear when I said it. THis topic is not dead. Arc's death is undone. I will get structure soon.

OOC: IM STILL IN PRISON. Jack if you are gonna rescue me do it.

Commander Shane Kobialka wrote:

OOC: IM STILL IN PRISON. Jack if you are gonna rescue me do it.

"Sir when will we attack?"
The Gound Force Commander spoke.
"Right...Now."
Nex stated.A grin passed by his face.
"Yes sir.Char Company Charge!"
The Commander yelled.
Nex closed the Comm. link.
"Fire."
"Yes sir."
Then the Guns opened up.

Ash studied the data report as his assistant droned on.

"As you requested, all captured prisoners are to be brought to the Ragnarov for detainment," Emily stated.

"How many have you captured?"

"At least 200 individuals have been captured from the rebelling Pylons. Unfortunately, many of them resisted. We were forced to destroy 6."

"Casualties?"

Emily sighed. "Potentially 300."

Ash stood up. "The media gets nothing, understand? If someone blabs, silence them. Continue to root out the rebels and regain dominance over the system. Nobody controls it except me."

"Got it. We've started to track down the leader of the infamous shipping company, Dithar Corp. Tracing of his shipments and ties have uncovered several mercenary groups, all on the run. His supply line has been shut down."

Ash smiled. "Our policy still stands. All ship weaponry is to be confiscated to the military. Miners are only allowed small personal protection. Willful violation of these lead to detainment."

"Precisely."

Ash gazed out into space. Another ship was opening an airlock, presumably to fix something on their ship. "How is Fenway?"

"Right next to the infamous miner Kobialka. He's perfectly fine. No conditions to worry about."

"What about Laina?"

"She took our "suggestion" for a vacation."

Ash smiled. "Perfect." He reached for his coffee and raised it to his mouth. Suddenly, the ship shook severly. Ash fell over, spilling his coffee across his shirt. He ignored the pain and stood up, as the control room saw a flurry of activity.

Ash gripped the control panel as a another shudder raced through the ship.

"Sir! We have a situation!" An engineer called from the sensor console. "Several ships have just opened fire! Prison block has been breached!"

Ash strode over to the sensor console as alarms began to blare up. "Who the hell?"

"Mercenaries sir!"

Another alarm started. "Intruder alert!"

Ash clenched his fists. "Activate the Fusion Splicer and all weapons, and bring the Ragnarov around! No ships leave this area! Security Teams A-H to prison block!" Another shudder shook the ship."Shields to maximum!" Several mechanisms began whirring out of sight, harnessing more than 1.21 Gigawatts of energy every second. "Open fire!"

A green jet leaped out of the ship and smashed against the shields of Jack's ships.

OOC:Its Nex by the way.

"Sir the Shields are down!"
"Bring the Fleet around to flank him.Leave no escape!"
Nex had a small grin.But it faded.
"Open up a Comm. link to whoever is in charge of the Ragnarov.
"Yes sir."
"Good.Also tell Char's Commander to find Kobialka now."
"Ok sir."
Nex faced the screen,this wasn't going to be easy.