Ten minutes later the Armoured Transport had landed and the bay contained the entirety of the remaining personelle on the base, not that many in all. The loading ramp lowered and a handfull of heavily armed marines stood at the ready. Reginald stepped up onto the ramp with them just as it hit the deck.
"You seemed in such a hurry to evacuate the base over the com, is there an attack on the horizen or something?" he asked.
"We're in an armoured transport deep behind enemy lines hauling a load of civilians, if I'm not mistaken there was a similar situation not long ago and a freighter was nearly oblitirated. What other reason do we need to have to be in a hurry?"
Turning to the massed population of the base the marine began to hurd everyone into the bowls of the ship with a loud speaker.
"Everyone onto the transport right now, this is the last ship out of here and it leaves in five minutes!!"
Six minutes later the transport was making tracks back to the cover of the nearby gas clouds and the Kyushu jump hole while the Bretonian fighter pilots stayed behind to prevent anyone getting suspisious.
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Monday, February 22, 2010
#14 by Carnifex
Pieces of debris huddled around the jump gate and were slowly and quietly drifting off in every direction. The battle was over, the combatants nowhere to be found. Most of the Blood Dragons had died or been forced to eject in their own escape pods and the ones who hadn’t had retreated the moment the Samura re-enforcements had arrived from Sapporo station had appeared at extreme scanner range. White 1 and White 2 had been escorted back to Sapporo and the Matsumoto’s fighters had followed after the retreating Dragons.
Reginald sat on the landing deck which now looked dirtier and more unkempt then the rest of the station. Some of those escape pods from the Kinjiru had gotten away, he thought to himself. Even if they hadn’t, there was no guarantee that the stolen information was even on that ship. It probably didn’t matter all that much though. Regardless of whether or not he lost his job and was black listed by Liberty corporations for all but the most menial tasks he was still stuck on this station, well behind enemy lines in a war that was heating up.
“Reg..?” came a voice from behind him.
Startled for a moment he turned to see one of his construction ship operators had quietly entered the silent landing deck still toting a large high-powered shotgun like it was his best friend.
“What is it?” Reginald asked.
“There’s a Liberty Armoured Transport that’s just emerged from the Kayo, they’re sending a tight-beamed signal asking to speak to whoever is in charge.”
Reginald’s mouth dropped open slightly. Things are either about to get better or a lot worse he thought to himself.
Reginald sat on the landing deck which now looked dirtier and more unkempt then the rest of the station. Some of those escape pods from the Kinjiru had gotten away, he thought to himself. Even if they hadn’t, there was no guarantee that the stolen information was even on that ship. It probably didn’t matter all that much though. Regardless of whether or not he lost his job and was black listed by Liberty corporations for all but the most menial tasks he was still stuck on this station, well behind enemy lines in a war that was heating up.
“Reg..?” came a voice from behind him.
Startled for a moment he turned to see one of his construction ship operators had quietly entered the silent landing deck still toting a large high-powered shotgun like it was his best friend.
“What is it?” Reginald asked.
“There’s a Liberty Armoured Transport that’s just emerged from the Kayo, they’re sending a tight-beamed signal asking to speak to whoever is in charge.”
Reginald’s mouth dropped open slightly. Things are either about to get better or a lot worse he thought to himself.
#8 by Carnifex
Reginald watched calmly as Nagahide helped the girl limp away. Despite the crowds of panic stricken people jostling past him to get to the ships and the DSE personal who were now in dissarray, some even brave enough to fire at the roof in a vain attempt to bring calm, Reginald felt almost relieved by the suddeness with which events had disintegrated. Now it was entirely out of his hands, but it wasn't over. As the last of the Samura employes climbed aboard the transports Reginald cleared the bay of all DSE personal and assigned each to their emergancy stations.
At roughly that same moment several wings of Blood Dragon fighters, armed to the teeth and in full formation, emurged from the Kayo cloud in cruise and intent on one thing and one thing only. The death of the head of Samura, the Blood Dragon's oldest enemy.
At roughly that same moment several wings of Blood Dragon fighters, armed to the teeth and in full formation, emurged from the Kayo cloud in cruise and intent on one thing and one thing only. The death of the head of Samura, the Blood Dragon's oldest enemy.
#7 by Illogical Lemon
Nagahide was about to reply when the sound of explosions broke out, along with the station shaking and the lights flickering even more than they were before. He nearly fell, but was supported by one of his guards. "Sir, it sounds like the Empire has begun another attack!"
Nagahide furrowed his brow. "I see... I understand their line of thought. DSE would never expect another attack to take place while the head of Samura is here." He turned to Reginald. "I'm sorry, but we need to get our people off this station to safety at once. The Empire won't attack us when we reach space." He stepped past the surprised man and took a loudspeaker out of the hands of a DSE man, who had been co-ordinating the search to this point. "All Samura personnel," he said through the device, "This is Lord Nagahide Samura. You are to board the transports at once, we're getting off this station right now."
The Samura civilians nervously picked up their pace towards the ships, but the DSE 'guards' tried to hold them back and continue the search. At this point, another explosion could be heard in the distance, which knocked out the lights. As the emergency back-ups came online, some of the Samura people being held back panicked and struck out at the guards. With that, the small amount of order that was being held suddenly broke, and Samura employees everywhere began screaming and pushing towards the ships, in a desperate bid to save themselves.
Nagahide ran over and helped up a Samura civilian who'd injured her leg in the chaos, supporting her towards the nearest transport. His guards surrounded them, pushing back any Samura employee who got too close in their frenzy. As he passed Reginald, Nagahide said to him, "I'm truly sorry about all of this. I'm sure you wish this war would be over, and I want you to know I feel exactly the same way. I have nothing against Liberty, and I hope that when the war ends we can return to having good relations between our Houses." With that, he carried on past the man towards White 2.
Nagahide furrowed his brow. "I see... I understand their line of thought. DSE would never expect another attack to take place while the head of Samura is here." He turned to Reginald. "I'm sorry, but we need to get our people off this station to safety at once. The Empire won't attack us when we reach space." He stepped past the surprised man and took a loudspeaker out of the hands of a DSE man, who had been co-ordinating the search to this point. "All Samura personnel," he said through the device, "This is Lord Nagahide Samura. You are to board the transports at once, we're getting off this station right now."
The Samura civilians nervously picked up their pace towards the ships, but the DSE 'guards' tried to hold them back and continue the search. At this point, another explosion could be heard in the distance, which knocked out the lights. As the emergency back-ups came online, some of the Samura people being held back panicked and struck out at the guards. With that, the small amount of order that was being held suddenly broke, and Samura employees everywhere began screaming and pushing towards the ships, in a desperate bid to save themselves.
Nagahide ran over and helped up a Samura civilian who'd injured her leg in the chaos, supporting her towards the nearest transport. His guards surrounded them, pushing back any Samura employee who got too close in their frenzy. As he passed Reginald, Nagahide said to him, "I'm truly sorry about all of this. I'm sure you wish this war would be over, and I want you to know I feel exactly the same way. I have nothing against Liberty, and I hope that when the war ends we can return to having good relations between our Houses." With that, he carried on past the man towards White 2.
#6 by Zenelix
In a landing bay, onboard the Matsumoto, waited Zenelix onboard his Warmonger. He was concentrating on his computer's scanner, which was showing the traffic outside the battleship. The ships he was most interested in were the ones tagged as 'Armed Forces', indicating they were Bretonian. Why they were still here Zenelix didn't know, and could really care less, but he knew that they would surely recognise him from his presence in the attack a few days ago. If they were the same pilots, he didn't want to have to go against them whilst fulfilling his contract. Suddenly, he noticed a change in their flight pattern - it seemed they were ending their patrol and heading to the construction site.http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3673036072047181129 Zenelix clicked his knuckles, knowing that this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. As soon as they disappeared from the scanner, Zenelix opened up comms to the docking control room. "This is Independent Zulu, requesting permission to launch."
Once in space, Zenelix flew towards the construction station. The station's guns turned warily towards him, and he believed they also recognised him. He grinned. "Come in, Chugoku Gate Construction Site. As is always the case with these things... it's nothing personal!" With that, he opened fire on the station, and began evasive maneuvers against the returning fire.
Once in space, Zenelix flew towards the construction station. The station's guns turned warily towards him, and he believed they also recognised him. He grinned. "Come in, Chugoku Gate Construction Site. As is always the case with these things... it's nothing personal!" With that, he opened fire on the station, and began evasive maneuvers against the returning fire.
#5 by Carnifex
Reginald was walking quickly along one of the darkened corridors leading to the landing bay where the Samura ships had set down while talking into a small com device.
"They are still running a patrol pattern a few klicks from the station Reg," came a voice through the com device.
"Tell them to get back to the station and docked in bay one right now. The last thing we need is a bunch of Bretonian fighter jockeys outside when those Blood Dragons arrive," replied Reginald irritably.
"Reg," came the voice again, "Are you sure this is a good idea? We're playing with fire here."
"Look, Meg... No one is going to find out, as far as they will be concirned it'll just be a bad coincidence. Now tell those Brits to get their exaust ports back here and safely on the station." This last sentance was said just as he entered the landing bay.
Looking around at the noisey, disheveled mass of people collecting at the far end of the bay he noticed a man flanked by men who were obviously guards approaching a group of DSE personal. Reginald jogged over to him as one of the DSE personal pointed Reg out to the guarded man.
"Are you in charge here?"
"Yes, I am the Project Manager here at the Construction Site."
"Why are you searching these people?" demanded Nagahide motioning to the mass of Samura personal who were now slowly filtering through the net of makeshift DSE 'guards', small piles of computer pads and hand held equipment begining to form in places.
"I'm afraid I can't let any DSE property leave this base Sir, regulations and all that," concluded Reg nonchalantly, "I could lose my job if this equipment here is just alowed to walk right off my station." He looked forlornly at the small collections of scrap begining to litter the ground around the DSE personal.
"They are still running a patrol pattern a few klicks from the station Reg," came a voice through the com device.
"Tell them to get back to the station and docked in bay one right now. The last thing we need is a bunch of Bretonian fighter jockeys outside when those Blood Dragons arrive," replied Reginald irritably.
"Reg," came the voice again, "Are you sure this is a good idea? We're playing with fire here."
"Look, Meg... No one is going to find out, as far as they will be concirned it'll just be a bad coincidence. Now tell those Brits to get their exaust ports back here and safely on the station." This last sentance was said just as he entered the landing bay.
Looking around at the noisey, disheveled mass of people collecting at the far end of the bay he noticed a man flanked by men who were obviously guards approaching a group of DSE personal. Reginald jogged over to him as one of the DSE personal pointed Reg out to the guarded man.
"Are you in charge here?"
"Yes, I am the Project Manager here at the Construction Site."
"Why are you searching these people?" demanded Nagahide motioning to the mass of Samura personal who were now slowly filtering through the net of makeshift DSE 'guards', small piles of computer pads and hand held equipment begining to form in places.
"I'm afraid I can't let any DSE property leave this base Sir, regulations and all that," concluded Reg nonchalantly, "I could lose my job if this equipment here is just alowed to walk right off my station." He looked forlornly at the small collections of scrap begining to litter the ground around the DSE personal.
#3 by Carnifex
The request sounded through the landing deck control room speakers eliciting both apprehension and relief from the occupants. Reginald Huntly was the project manager on the Gate Construction Site and he had been dreading this moment. As soon as it had been discovered that some very valuable materials had gone missing during the riots he had been hoping that they could be found quickly and quietly. Now those materials were going to have a chance to leave the station and if they did then Reginald would certainly lose his job.
‘Missing’ was in fact a misnomer in this case. Most of the items in question were data files. The originals were intact in the station’s restricted access computer network deep in the DSE only section of the station. However the activity logs clearly showed requests for duplication of the files despite the lack of any record of anyone signing in at a terminal, a security protocol that had apparently been overlooked by those responsible when they covered their tracks. To make matters worse the riots had caused power losses so the surveillance system had been down.
So ‘stolen’ would be a more accurate description. Missing was a word used to re-enforce the need to find the stolen material in the minds of the station’s DSE personnel.
“Sir..?” said a feminine voice from behind Reginald, “What is your reply?”
Reginald paused momentarily and breathed deeply. “Tell them to begin their approach Meg.”
“Ok,” replied the voice, a hint of tension detectable. “Samura White Wing, you are clear to begin your approach to docking bay two,” a pause while considering if anything should be added, “Umm.. Welcome.”
Reginald was already moving out of the messy and dark control room, “Harry,” he said to a tired looking and unwashed engineer standing by the door, “Get everyone to start moving the Samura guys down toward the bay two floor and make sure our people are armed, we’re going to search all of those Samura workers thoroughly before we let them go.”
“All six hundred Reg?” he replied in a whining tone.
“Yes, nothing that doesn’t belong to Samura is to leave this base. Not if we have anything to say about it.”
All through the station people, most of them sleep deprived and irritable, started to move through the piles of rubbish, destroyed furniture and equipment strewn about the now poorly lit construction base toward the launch pads.
‘Missing’ was in fact a misnomer in this case. Most of the items in question were data files. The originals were intact in the station’s restricted access computer network deep in the DSE only section of the station. However the activity logs clearly showed requests for duplication of the files despite the lack of any record of anyone signing in at a terminal, a security protocol that had apparently been overlooked by those responsible when they covered their tracks. To make matters worse the riots had caused power losses so the surveillance system had been down.
So ‘stolen’ would be a more accurate description. Missing was a word used to re-enforce the need to find the stolen material in the minds of the station’s DSE personnel.
“Sir..?” said a feminine voice from behind Reginald, “What is your reply?”
Reginald paused momentarily and breathed deeply. “Tell them to begin their approach Meg.”
“Ok,” replied the voice, a hint of tension detectable. “Samura White Wing, you are clear to begin your approach to docking bay two,” a pause while considering if anything should be added, “Umm.. Welcome.”
Reginald was already moving out of the messy and dark control room, “Harry,” he said to a tired looking and unwashed engineer standing by the door, “Get everyone to start moving the Samura guys down toward the bay two floor and make sure our people are armed, we’re going to search all of those Samura workers thoroughly before we let them go.”
“All six hundred Reg?” he replied in a whining tone.
“Yes, nothing that doesn’t belong to Samura is to leave this base. Not if we have anything to say about it.”
All through the station people, most of them sleep deprived and irritable, started to move through the piles of rubbish, destroyed furniture and equipment strewn about the now poorly lit construction base toward the launch pads.
#2 by Illogical Lemon
Chugoku Gate Construction Site, Hokkaido System
The next day
The small Samura convoy passed Battleship Matsumoto on its way to the CGCS. It consisted of a pair of transports and a Dromedary-class freighter - Nagahide's personal ship, the Kinjiru. The assignment rotors of the station indicated that there were 647 Samura employees currently working on the station. The two transports would pick up 280 of the civilians each, and the Kinjiru was to pick up those remaining. With the proximity of the Matsumoto and with Samura's image to uphold, Nagahide had decided not to bring any escorts to the station, leaving their 4 Drake-class combat interceptors at Sapporo Station.
This is Samura White wing to Chugoku Gate Construction Site, Nagahide transmitted to the station, requesting permission to dock and begin the evacuation of Samura personnel.
The next day
The small Samura convoy passed Battleship Matsumoto on its way to the CGCS. It consisted of a pair of transports and a Dromedary-class freighter - Nagahide's personal ship, the Kinjiru. The assignment rotors of the station indicated that there were 647 Samura employees currently working on the station. The two transports would pick up 280 of the civilians each, and the Kinjiru was to pick up those remaining. With the proximity of the Matsumoto and with Samura's image to uphold, Nagahide had decided not to bring any escorts to the station, leaving their 4 Drake-class combat interceptors at Sapporo Station.
This is Samura White wing to Chugoku Gate Construction Site, Nagahide transmitted to the station, requesting permission to dock and begin the evacuation of Samura personnel.
#1 by Illogical Lemon
Chugoku Gate Construction Site, Hokkaido System
January 2, 807
The station was in chaos. Despite the fact that DSE knew of the Kusari Empire's impending attack, and were well prepared for the fighting outside their station, they had overlooked a major detail - the Samura employees working on the station. They hadn't been informed by the DSE or by their superiors of the attack, and went into a state of panic when the time came. As such, rioting was taking place all over the station, as the DSE security tried to keep the peace and hold back the screaming masses who were attempting to reach the escape pods.
However, not all of the Samura employees were caught off-guard. There were a select few who had been posted on this station since its construction, who had been waiting and preparing for such an opportunity. As soon as the first alarms went off, they made their move. Mixing in with the crowds in order to move around the station, they used the confusion to make their way towards the restricted sections. There, while the guards were preoccupied with the rioting, they managed to sneak in and aquire various documents and blueprints – items they'd been waiting for years to take. With these in their possession, they escaped the restricted areas and disappeared back into the masses.
Shinjuku Station, New Tokyo System
A few days later
Nagahide stood in his office, staring out of the window. His office was immaculately tidy, mainly because he spent so little time in it. He had countless identical offices all over the station, and switched between them seemingly at random. Officially to the company this was done to protect him from assassins and terrorists, however the truth was that it made it impossible for anyone to know where and who he was meeting.
The room was very simply furnished – a single desk with a computer at the side (which was never used – it contained only basic and 'official' data, in order to throw off any overly curious employees or spies who should gain access), and three chairs. The walls were plain and bare, just a basic silvery steel as could be found in the corridors or elsewhere in the station. The window technically wasn't one – it was in fact a highly advanced monitor screen, connected to a series of cameras positioned elsewhere on the station, set up to make it indistinguishable from a real window. Also, the room was completely bare of any cameras or other security measures, ensuring that anything that went on inside was kept a secret.
The communicator on Nagahide's ear burst to life suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. “Sir,” the voice of his secretary came through, “A message has come through for you.” “Go ahead.” Nagahide replied in a friendly manner.
“Yes, sir. The message is, 'The shipment bound for Sapporo has arrived, however we need some help getting everything unloaded and set up.'” Nagahide froze for a second as he understood the meaning of the code, before quickly composing himself and replying, “Thank you, Osei. Oh, and that reminds me, could you inform the news services that I will be making an announcement in an hour?” “Yes, sir.”
With that, the communicator turned off. Nagahide stood motionless for a few seconds, before a wide grin spread across his face. After years of waiting and wasted resources, Operation Full Circle would finally pay off.
January 2, 807
The station was in chaos. Despite the fact that DSE knew of the Kusari Empire's impending attack, and were well prepared for the fighting outside their station, they had overlooked a major detail - the Samura employees working on the station. They hadn't been informed by the DSE or by their superiors of the attack, and went into a state of panic when the time came. As such, rioting was taking place all over the station, as the DSE security tried to keep the peace and hold back the screaming masses who were attempting to reach the escape pods.
However, not all of the Samura employees were caught off-guard. There were a select few who had been posted on this station since its construction, who had been waiting and preparing for such an opportunity. As soon as the first alarms went off, they made their move. Mixing in with the crowds in order to move around the station, they used the confusion to make their way towards the restricted sections. There, while the guards were preoccupied with the rioting, they managed to sneak in and aquire various documents and blueprints – items they'd been waiting for years to take. With these in their possession, they escaped the restricted areas and disappeared back into the masses.
Shinjuku Station, New Tokyo System
A few days later
Nagahide stood in his office, staring out of the window. His office was immaculately tidy, mainly because he spent so little time in it. He had countless identical offices all over the station, and switched between them seemingly at random. Officially to the company this was done to protect him from assassins and terrorists, however the truth was that it made it impossible for anyone to know where and who he was meeting.
The room was very simply furnished – a single desk with a computer at the side (which was never used – it contained only basic and 'official' data, in order to throw off any overly curious employees or spies who should gain access), and three chairs. The walls were plain and bare, just a basic silvery steel as could be found in the corridors or elsewhere in the station. The window technically wasn't one – it was in fact a highly advanced monitor screen, connected to a series of cameras positioned elsewhere on the station, set up to make it indistinguishable from a real window. Also, the room was completely bare of any cameras or other security measures, ensuring that anything that went on inside was kept a secret.
The communicator on Nagahide's ear burst to life suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. “Sir,” the voice of his secretary came through, “A message has come through for you.” “Go ahead.” Nagahide replied in a friendly manner.
“Yes, sir. The message is, 'The shipment bound for Sapporo has arrived, however we need some help getting everything unloaded and set up.'” Nagahide froze for a second as he understood the meaning of the code, before quickly composing himself and replying, “Thank you, Osei. Oh, and that reminds me, could you inform the news services that I will be making an announcement in an hour?” “Yes, sir.”
With that, the communicator turned off. Nagahide stood motionless for a few seconds, before a wide grin spread across his face. After years of waiting and wasted resources, Operation Full Circle would finally pay off.
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