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6/12/2016 2:34:52 PM
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[i][b]Wild Goose Chase.[/b][/i]
The hunt for Osiris team was still on, with the Castle searching every acre of New Terra for these so-called renegades. What they didn't know is that one of the many Triumvirate relief effort ships that had shuttled between their stations and the world in crysis actually carried the team, away from the planet, their pursuers and to safety. Following a row of small ship, they all jumped into phase space towards stations, but this shuttle took a different flight path. Instead of stopping at a station, it continued right ahead, towards a distant system. Once there, Osiris team and Clarkson saw the full extent of what the Triumvirate can do.
The Amaterasu is a unique ship, in all the galaxy. It has the volume of five times the planet earth, and it's lenght is that of three times the circumference of the earth, for scale. This ship has no superweapons, however, other than the fore-mounted Phalanx lances. It is carpeted by hundreds of thousands of various weapon batteries, each with their different uses. The shuttle passed close enough to the Foundry section of the ship, also situated to the fore section, to see it in action. This massive supervessel was indeed manufacturing it's own smaller vessels, from corvettes to destroyers to dreadnoughts, storing them in it's massive fleet-holding hangars.
T[url=http://i.imgur.com/AnW0asb.jpg]he ship also has escorts. These heavy destroyers, about five kilometers in length, are sleek in design, and are equipped with a very high-tech Ion cannon, that are able to knock out entire fleets in a single, well-placed shot.[/url]
Also, sparsely following the ship were Orbital frames. These Mechanical giants, about forty feet in height, were little compared to the massivr ship they protected, but they packed one hell of a punch, that had to be for sure. The Osiris team could only wonder at their capabilities, until they would see them in action.
The shuttle made its final approach to the main command bridge section, where it slid into a small hangar, containing rows of remote fighter craft.
[spoiler]for Wolfe[/spoiler]
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[i]Reactions amongst the team were varying. Clarkson silently looked on, expression unreadable through his mask. Reaper and Ghost stared out in awe, looking around in amazement at everything. Wolfe silently noted every detail about the surrounding craft and their designs. Jager seemed to be less than entertained, but it seemed that it was just a normal state for him. Wilson was the most vocal.[/i] Wonder how big a boom it makes? [i]Bear was quick to quiet him, his accent lacing his whispered words.[/i] Wilson, now is not the time or place to talk like that, da? Eh. Let's be -blam!-in' real, Ruskie, they know who I am. I think -blam!-in' everyone does at this point. [i]The Russian sighed, leaning back in his seat, watching as the shuttle maneuvered for landing.[/i]
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The shuttle landed in the hangar, the floor was black and reflective. Seems these people had a good hygiene. The door opened, letting them out of the craft. In the hangar, a few members of the crew were about, tending to the strike craft, cleaning up, tending to their tasks.
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[i]They exited the craft one by one, making sure all of their weapons had safeties engaged, except Wilson, because typical Wilson. Clarkson was the first to exit the craft, followed by Wolfe, Reaper, Ghost, Jager, Bear, and Wilson. As they exited into the hangar, each also disengaged their helmet, clipping it to their waist gunbelts or their bandoliers. Again, Wilson was the only outlier, but trying to get him to comply and be moderately respectful was something that Clarkson had pretty much given up on. The group stood, waiting for further instruction as to where to go; they were guests, after all, and they were not trying to be rude.[/i]
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A path of little pulsing lights showed them a path to follow, it led up to the bridge most likely.
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[i]The group followed the lights to wherever they led, but Clarkson figured that most likely, it would lead them to the bridge, or at least someone in a position of authority.[/i]
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The hallways of the ship were filled with crewmembers, all of them wearing uniforms. Eventually, following the lights, they arrived into a small office room, where a woman waited for them. She was young, in a prestigious uniform, she was most likely a person of importance. "Good morning. My name is Kayla, and I will be your liaison to Triumvirate command." Her voice was sweet, calm, yet had a strange twist of unwanted coldness behind it, like a trait. She was trying her best, however, to hide it.
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Editado por Trashcan Jesus: 6/12/2016 4:13:30 PM[i]Clarkson made note of this coldness, but did not change his demeanor. He was amazed, however, at how young she was. He always saw officers, but they were usually older than what she appeared to be. The man facing her looked to be in his forties, his once deep black hair now sporting a few grey streaks, his neatly-trimmed goatee going salt-and-pepper. His eyes were a cold blue, but his expression was calm. His exosuit was a sleek black with silver feathers engraved on certain parts of it. Two pistols sat at his hips, and a rifle, bow, and bo staff were situated on his back. A knife was on the inside of his left leg, another sat on his shoulder pauldron, hilt angled downwards. A single bandolier crossed his chest, and a long black cloak with a silver crow embossed in the center of it adorned him. Like her, he seemed important.[/i] Aye, is it morning? Hard to tell in space. Field Marshal Lord Nicholas Clarkson, Special Air Service, at your service, Miss Kayla. [i]A notable British accent, a smooth voice.[/i]
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"A lot of people want your head right now, Mr. Clarkson. Luckily for you, we aren't one of those people. We believe in Justice. And from the footage we've gathered, the blame is open to interpretation. We have gathered a list of suspects. It's not much, but it's what we have."
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You're telling me... Your footage only shows you outside. I've got my HUD and communications records for the past month on me in the suit's data logs. Analyze what you need, because I promise you'll be looking at an entirely new possibility. Drache's got no access to my suit's recordings, and because of that, he can say I was aboard my ship or completely gone during the entire incident. I was on base when the Montgomery crashed.
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"I have a feeling he won't be receptive of the proof. We'll have to build ourselves a strong basis before going public, regardless of him."
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Of course, but Drache does not have the ability to deny the footage. What remains of the Castle currently is numerically weaker than almost any other faction in the area. If a force was assembled to take him to trial, you'd be able to do it. However, I do agree with you on waiting for the time being, because the bloody hun's going to play his cards close to his chest and continue to paint me red. He's got a fairly solid basis already. So what exactly would you propose instead?
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"Going with force would be possible, but really not advantageous. It doesn't paint the right image. And while waiting is an option, we can't afford to let him get what he wants. Using the proof you can give us, be it recordings, statements, hell, even any dirt we can get on Drache, and going public with it will be sufficient to harass him constantly. It'll make the public question the Castle, and the Castle brass will have to do something about him. Let's not play all of our cards yet, however, since he still doesn't know where you are. Let's gather what we can, then tease him into our trap. Exposing him is, in my opinion, the best solution."
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The problem is, Drache and Riker are the Castle's brass. There's nobody else alive at this point out of the commanders.
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"Well then, from the way I see it, we force them in a corner. To the point where the inhabitants of New Terra want them out. Expose them out of their power, confuse their forces, disrupt the chain of command."
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More easily said than done, but it's definitely doable.
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"With your cooperation, we can do it. It's impossible to say that all of Castle wants you dead. You must have had friends that would be swayed to believe your version of the story. Just like I'm sure some people aren't very fond of Drache."
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Current chances of that are low. I'm the only opposing commander alive, and the German and American forces are the only two still around in large numbers. The bloody Huns made sure of that. The Yanks want me dead to avenge their comrades that Schrader killed in Dubai. The people that trust me are the only ones with me.
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"I see... well, we can still manage to oppose them. Expose them publicly, then drive them into a corner. If confrontation breaks out, we should be able to handle them."
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That's the plan, mate.
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"Good enough plan for me." She smiles. "Let's make it happen." She turns back to her desk, sitting in front of her monitor. "First off, I'll need you to hand me your recordings, HUD and all, so I can download them into the mainframe."
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[i]He unclipped his helmet, and rolled it, turning it over. Reaching inside, he pulled an SD card out from the inside, and handed it off to her.[/i] Everything's on it, mate.
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She placed it into the monitor. "And now, we wait. In the mean time, I'm sure you'd like to meet Admiral Thrawn. He is in charge of your defense. Which means that if anyone comes running here to find you, they'll have to deal with him first."
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I suppose it'd be polite to speak to him, eh? [i]He re-clipped his helmet to his gunbelt and stood waiting.[/i] Not too worried about anyone finding us, we're hidden fairly well from anyone who'd be hunting me.
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She walked to the door on the other side of the office, opposite from where they came. "Down this way is the bridge. I'll remain here and watch over the data transfer."
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Editado por Trashcan Jesus: 6/12/2016 11:11:52 PM[i]He approached and walked through, turning around once he had passed through the door-frame.[/i] Thank you, ma'am. Good to know there's a few decent people out there. [i]With that, Clarkson turned around and headed to the bridge. [/i]
