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Just a friendly reminder of what the Scorpio Space Station is like
1) to get there you had to navigate a field of moving magnetic mines, please remember that the mines had sensor blocking technology and are more attracted to ship that have their shields up.
2)Ships that docked were locked into their docking port by massive clamps, meanwhile several concussion class missiles were pointed at each ship at pint blank range.
3) each group was only allowed three people to enter from their ship, passing through a scanning system
4) scanning systems throughout the space station continually sweep for weapons, threats were made that the entire area would be vented if anyone broke the rules
5) hyperspace communications are jammed in and around the station
6) the station has numerous weapons at its disposal and is likely heavily bugged
7) the station carries more space based weapons then a Hyperion class ship
just a reminder for the up coming session
Some Fun Facts in RIM NEWS this week
High Chancelor Erik Voltaire, was nominated as Silverholds 1st choice to suceed the Queen should anything happen to her, we caught up with him on Lilac and here’s what he said to us
“While I would be honoured to help the people of Silverhold in the case of an unfortunate, mournful event, it is my duty first and foremost as High Councillor of Whitefall to see to the prosperity and care of those already in my trust. It would be negligent of me to let my focus be diluted by trying to manage two worlds in these times of strife, especially considering the Queen has been doing an excellent job given the situation. I fully expect her to continue in her success, or personally see to it that someone worthy of the Silverhold people does so.”
What a Charmer
Speaking of the High Chancelor, in other news this morning our Whitefall Leader appealed to the Dominion to put their full support behind one Owen Wallace of Haven. Details are still a little hazy on what support they would give and why, but he said that Whitefall would always stand tall beside their Haven Brethren.
Another 3 bombs went off on Whitefall today, two in the northern contenent and one in the south. so far reports say 39 people are dead with anther 72 injured. FLQ has taken credit for the bombings.
the Whitefall defense fleet has turned back yet another Reaver attack, making Whtiefall the saftest Planet on the RIM
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more then just static
To: Col Weaver
To: Lt. Col. Sam Winchester
CC: Admiral Victor Kennedy
CC: General Katria Everdeen
From: General Ginja Carson
I am troubled by press reports on Silverhold, the absence of a Queen is one thing, but if the Colonels could please be so kind as to tell me WHY THE FRACK THE HYPICRATIS IS A FRACKING SOURCE FOR NEWS ON GORAM SILVERHOLD! THIS IS AMATURE WUSHU, THAT’S WHAT THIS IS!
Winchester! I thought I put a man of competence in charge of security on one of our flag ships, this happened on your watch, and I expect you to clean it up, you have exactly forty eight hours to find out who this source is, and send their name to me or I will bust you down to private so Frackin fast…
Weaver! I want to know how anyone that we don’t trust has access to our state of the art Hyperspace Transceiver, if you can’t keep control of your ship then I am sure the Admiral can find someone who can. Get it together people! Its fracked up wushu like this that’s going to lose us this war!
General, Admiral, now that you’re appraised of this situation I trust you will take the appropriate measures to resolve it and dole out discipline where required
Thank you all
Carson Out
Over the past few weeks our planet has come together in fear, grief, excitement and now relief as to the whereabouts and happenings to our Queen. Yesterday her PR department let us know that she had taken a brief respite with alleged lover and Dread Pirate Calgorie, maybe it’s something in this old reporters bones that cause him to keep asking questions, for example:
If the Queen did leave on a private respite, then why were the clones that were protecting her, one Purple Squadron 7, found dead several blocks away? Where is the commander of said squadron? And why the secrecy in her leaving? a little further digging led me to a source on the Hypycratis who said that the ship did receive an emergency transmission with the Isabella and then altered course in order to rendezvous. Why such a hurry to arrive there? Sources also report the Isabella departing with Dominion Command persons for a top secret mission in the CORE. Is our young Queen participating in Espionage missions with the Dread Pirate? Why the cover stories? And where was she? These are all question we may never truly know the answers to, but they have sparked an interesting question. If the Queen is conducting dangerous missions for the sake of Silverhold, Who is the next in the line of succession should something happen to her, no response came from the Queens palace by press time today.
EXTRA EXTRA Read all About It
QUEEN ESCAPES ON ROMANTIC DALLIANCE
Word has reached the Silver Lining that the Queen is in fact alive and well. She said she was provided with an unexpected opportunity to receive a little down time with the Infamous (and totally cute) Dread Pirate Calgorie. The Queen apologises for worrying her subjects, and reports that there must have been an error in the PR department and her public calendar. The Queen has relayed that she will be arriving back on Silverhold within a couple weeks’ time but has maintained the business of ruling from afar, and has remained in constant contact with her people since her departure. When asked how he felt about the Queens unexpected absence Duke Carlisle stated
“it is not our place to question the Queens actions or habits, it is our duty to trust that she is doing what needs to be done for the good of all Silver Hold, the Queen owed us neither apology or explanations and we are privileged that she saw fit to give them”.
We were also able to speak with Duchess Louise Caroline Windsor the 4th who had this to say about this incident
“The Queens absence worried us, we are pleased to know that she is alright, although this does bring up an interesting question of succession, should something happen to her, who is next in line to rule on Silverhold?”
This reporter took to the question and cause, unfortunately most of the succession and genealogy has been lost during the invasion and occupation, things are a little murky right now, please feel free to fill out our pole, WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD BE THE NEXT TO RULE?
Duchess Louise Caroline Windsor the 4th
Lord Henery Fiztroy Duke of Accalia
Or other?
I’m Cat Grant with the Silver Lining
From: Lt. Col. Sam Winchester
General, Admiral;
I write from Angel currently we still control the plane, but our ally from Haven Commander Owen Wallace is pushing hard to move onwards for the New Hall Drive Yards. He has the men spun tightly and many are volenteering to follow him. Sirs, please recall that we have several thousand clone units here as well as Echo, India, Baker and the Lenneth, Yomato and Galactica here. Wallace needs to know now, are we with him? He has not signed on to the Dominion, but is still techiniqully commanding Angel and preparing for his next attack. If we are not planning on backing him he deserves to know, though I think that may cause a situation. I would request that if we are not in support of his next move, that one of both of you come down here as it may help keep the fractureing of out troops and blood shed to a minimum, this is a very uncomfortable sit. Also If Major Dean Winchester of Echo Company is ready to return to duty, he can take command of his unit once more.
Regards
Lt. Col. Sam Winchester
Dominion Army,
Easy Company
The mood was quite as the Infinity Thought soared through Hyperspace, and the quarters were cramped. The Unwise Stephanie has been required on a mission elsewhere, and the Isabella had continued with its precious cargo of Gold back to the safety of Dominion Territory. The group was tired, the past few months had been a blur of activity; crime meetings, gold heists, Arturo, Deans Rescue, Goo, the fall of Mace, Sarah’s attack, it was starting to get to be too much. Three weeks in hyperspace would do them all well, as long as they didn’t kill each other on route.
The young man hurried from the hallway, it would not do to be seen here, to many things would and could go wrong. he had completed the first part of his mission and now the timer was counting down. carefully he worked his way through the ballroom. the idiots continued to gamble and deal oblivious to their fate. He checked his watch again, 27 minutes, still lots of time just a little further now, he had to get off the station, he turned down the final corridor to where his ship was to meet him, the airlock was empty, he checked his watch again, 25 min still lots of time, they wouldn’t leave me behind, they don’t do that kind of thing, not on Whitefall.
Zack walked… rolled? around the Luna Eternal. The couple years of disuse had had their toll, it had been thrown around by the tumult of its carrier ships taking damage. Captain… no Admiral Kennedy had been kind enough to, on Zacks request, order a squad of techies to repair any outstanding damage and prep it for flight. A touch of sadness overcame Zack, as he looked upon the ship, his inheritance. It wasn’t that long ago, as he remembered time, that he had polished its rusted hull to shine, and covered it in new paint. Now it was again scratched on scorched, welded plates standing out in their silver newness. Something switched, and suddenly he saw it as a testament to the ships durability, a veteran of one galactic war, and a combatant in another.
He rolled up the access hatch, and for the first time since… … For the first time in a long while, entered into the familiar hallways of his ship. Sensors maxed out, he could feel it, at the very edge of his consciousness, life hummed within the shell, even powered down, the great reactor hummed along at bare minimum. Conduits dark, switches open, the ship slept, like a great mighty beast, waiting for the touch, the single word from its master, that would cause the great reactor in its belly to roar to life, its power conduits to flood again with power.
Slowly, carefully, as he had done a million times before, Zack inspected his ship. It felt so familiar, and yet, so strange. His new enhanced senses told him so much more about it, then he had ever known. He could feel it breath, tensed, waiting. Like a loyal dog waiting for its master to come home.
His inspection done, he made his way to the cockpit. Everything was as it should be. In the cockpit, he took stock of its new layout. Here, some changes had been done, the chairs had been removed, a data port stuck out from the floor in front of the command console. It took Zack a moment, as he remembered exactly what “muscle” to flex, and hatch in his side opened up, the data probe sliding out and clicking into the port before him. Instantly, his threads locked and magnetized to the floor. The world jumped.
His consciousness spread across the ship, its hull his skin, its pistons his muscles, its conduits his blood. It was a disturbing sensation, his body suddenly so much bigger, its functions so different to what he had grown used to. He took time, familiarizing himself with the new sensations. A whisper to the flight deck control systems, the hangar bays slid open. Slow, careful, mindful of the hangar bay roof over his head, Zack lifted himself of the ground. Too fast still, he felt the shudder as his back touched the solid surface. Down a little, he nearly overcompensated and just barely avoided hitting the floor beneath him. A gentle nudge of the rear thrusters, and Zack floated out of the hangar doors.
The cold black of space welcomed him. He exhaled at the pleasure of once again being out here, free among the stars… The ship lurched violently, and a thin white mist dissipated from around him. Sensors detected trace levels of oxygen, quickly diminishing. Internal sensors reported the ships hallways and rooms where now devoid of air. “Oops” Zack thought to himself. “Good thing there’s no-one on board.”
Thruster firing, he looped around the ship that had born the Luna Eternal all this time, taking in the view of the emerald globe that lay beneath it. For a long while, he simply floated there, watching the planet bellow turning on its axis, a gem in black velvet, twinkling with the light of a myriad distant stars.
