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Like the outside and the hangar, the base itself was huge. Long metal corridors lined with doors and a lot of research labs. It wasn't hard to divine that before this base was re-purposed for the use of the team it had been some kind of research facility. It had all of the features of one down to old and decommissioned mining rigs. This place must've cost a fortune to have up and running.
Zavier stops for a brief moment, a double door with lots of warning logos painted on it catching his attention. A lot of the words were in that unfamiliar language like the ship, but some of them read in Galactic Common. Lots of 'Warning' and 'Do Not Enter', and the Argonite Commander didn't really like that. And it seemed the IGC operative caught on, noticing he was no longer walking with her when she was halfway down the hall already.
“That's one of the power stations.” She tells him and Zavier glances at her from the side. “I think it mentioned somewhere in your file that you don't like surprises. I also read about your tour on Yinin. There's no biologically constructed weapons within these walls.” He couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Zavier was glad someone had a sense of humour.
[+808080 “I remember looking at a door very much like this one and heeding the warnings.”] He tells her.
The woman nods at him and gestures to the door. “I've read all of your reports as well as everyone else's.” And just when he was going to ask how that was possible—especially considering the number of reports he [i alone] has written—she answered him. “I'm an android. Would you care to take a quick look?”
Surprisingly enough, this power station was a lot smaller than he had imagined. Lots of computer consoles with servitor droids attending to them, tubes and wires, and in the centre a cylindrical dome about half of Zavier's height filled with super heated plasma that filtered through some of the tubes and in to the facility. He had a very basic understanding of what he was looking at, but he was pleased to note that there were no bio-engineered monsters lurking behind closed doors.
“The facility takes the gas from the Gas Giant, super heats it, and powers everything with the plasma created.” They did very similar things on Argon and in most of the Argonite System, but on a larger scale than this. There must be more of these power stations scattered throughout the facility in the event one shuts down. It also cut down on a lot of damage and casualties when a core was damaged. “Now if you will, please follow me.”
Of course it was her. It couldn't be anyone else, could it? What, of course they didn't need their Chief of Security for the intergalactic business empire! But she knew that it was more than that, she was just annoyed by how they were going about it.
Hammertech was an intergalactic business empire as already stated. They specialized in weaponry and space-age technology for the creation and the ability to sustain large colonies on planets to be inhabited. Kind of a niche market if you look at it, but everyone's population was always growing and everyone wanted to expand their empire. Including Hammertech.
That's where Jet came in to it. Weapon specialist, expert-combatant, and ex-Major of Exodus Prime's military. An exemplary candidate to become the Chief of Security for Hammertech's own private military, especially since every CoS seemed to have a very fast expiration date. Because of this it made them very expendable. It made Jet expendable. Hell, literally every position in Hammertech was waiting to be filled by at least a hundred cut-throat blue bloods. And just like the blue bloods, Hammertech was opportunistic. They wanted an actual seat within the IGC, not just the sway they had now. They wanted to be recognized like an actual system and hold power like one too. So who better to send in than Cereza Jet, the bad-ass Chief of Security, a shit ton of weapons, and some Shinys from their own PMC? Oh boy did that look good on their resume.
Not to mention they sent Jet to [i personally] escort one of their teammates to the IGC base that was literally out in the middle of nowhere. What was his name? Wyatt? Wayne? Something that started with a W. Some old Terran name that could be traced back to Old Earth millennia ago. Either way, from what she gleamed from his file, William or whatever, was quite the screw up, either being escorted to the IGC's newfangled team or a triple max prison planet. Both in the middle of nowhere, but swings and roundabouts. She'd take this kind of action over rotting and probably being killed in a cell any day.
[+red “Are we there yet?”] Warren or whatever asks like a child. He was shackled to a seat, his hands in front of him bound as well. Honestly, he reminded her of one of those old-school cowboys she's seen on history holo-vids. He was a rugged looking guy with dark military fatigues stitched together, and literally wore a cowboy hat. Everything about him was sort of in stark contrast to Jet who wore and was armed in the latest in Hammertech armour and weaponry. He was sort of pale and dusty like most folk from New Terra III while Jet had a dark complexion with hair to match.
[+8A2BE2 “Yup.”] She answers with a grin.
They arrived an hour later, touching down in one of Hammertech's fancy transports. Four more followed suit and soldiers armed to the teeth came filing out to join the ranks of the IGC and others race's personnel. She could see Argonite, Veridian... Were those Braxian over there?
A whistle comes from behind her, and Jet turns to see the cowboy having his cuffs removed and weapons returned to him. She followed his eyes to the work of art dead centre in the hangar. She couldn't help but whistle at it as well.
[+red “Now that it a mighty fine looking piece of machinery. Does that say 'Fellowship' on the side?”] And Jet squints at the lettering. She had no idea.
[+8A2BE2 “It sure does!”]
The briefing room was as one would expect. A large oval room with a long able in the centre, chairs lining its sides, and a large holo-screen on the far wall. However, there was an adornment that didn't belong in this room. Rather than sitting on one of the chairs, a man sat on the corner of the long conference table, arms crossed, and facing the door. Zavier was struck with his intense red gaze. As a Seisian, Vadura had stark marble skin, black hair, and completely red eyes. He was also several inches taller than Zavier who stood at six feet and an inch. Its been a long time since he's been this close to a Seisian and he forgot how intimidating they could be.
[b “Were you satisfied with what you saw?”] Vadura asked, which confused Zavier for a second. He was about to answer before someone else answered Vadura. He turns to look at the responder and it seemed to be the Veridian known as Vale. She seemed quite... Excited. But to be fair, the ship was an impressive piece of technology, he went over the specs on his way here; he'd probably be excited too if he got to fly it. But that wasn't his job. His job was worrying about Univar.
When Vale saluted, he did the same. Right fist over his left pectoral and his right hand clasped to his side. [+808080 “Lieutenant Commander Vale Ostera.”] He says and then nods his head for her to be at ease. Zavier's hand comes out to meet hers and gives her a firm handshake and a small smile. [+808080 “I am honoured to be working with you as well. I read your file and you have quite an impressive record, I'm happy to have you aboard the team.”] He was hopeful for the alliance between the Argonites and the Veridians as well.
With introducing himself to Vale out of the way, he turns to Vadura and salutes him. [+808080 “Captain Vadura.”] And the man nods. Instead of moving or anything, he motions to Zavier and Vale to take a seat.
[b “The others will be arriving soon and then we can talk about our first undertaking.”] He didn't seem happy about whatever that was supposed to be. Zavier took notice that he didn't use the word 'mission'.
[#87cefa “Five years, two hundred thirty-seven days, and thirteen hours. Roughly 15,700 IGC workers and engineers to construct the project, not including the research it took to conceptualize this ship. She has fully stocked and armed Photon Torpedos, hull-piercing Hydrogen Missiles, EMP Charges, and rechargeable phaser banks. Reinforced deflector shielding, and particle barrier shields. A state-of-the-art Zythanite Crystal FTL Drive, Nacell Plasma Engines, and impulse thrusters. All that and a stellar cartography and sciences lab that is to die for. With all those bells and whistles… I’m excited to see how she flies, Sir.”]
She stood at a whopping 5 foot six inches, with creamy pale skin, luminous blue eyes, and rusted orange hair that curled and coiffed in a feminine fashion. There was a no-nonsense air about her stature, which aided the sharp uniform she wore. She was a typical humanoid species, but as Veridian she had sharp claw-like nails, pointed ears, and sharp incisors which she showcased with a coy smile. Two men turned from the massive glass window that showed the hangar bay and inside, getting its finishing touches, The Fellowship. One man who stood was dressed in an equally sharp IGC uniform, who was undoubtedly Captain Vadura. The man beside him was a fellow Veridian, and her planet’s ambassador.
[b “Ah Captain Vadura, Lt. Cmdr Vale Ostera, of Veridian Prime. She was the top student in her graduating class, and she was the youngest of her class. Her service record is impeccable. She will be our emissary during this mission. She will be most beneficial to the mission as she is not only an engineer and perfectly qualified to infuse Veridian Technology with Argonian, she is also one of our top pilots.”] The ambassador stated, and upon her introduction, she quickly saluted her new Captain. Vadura looked her over but made no comment towards her. That didn’t deter Vale. [#87cefa “Permission to tour The Fellowship, Sir. I’d like to get familiar with a ship before I fly her.”]
Vale, who had been the first to arrive, wanted the extra time to view the helm and the engines. Vadura, seeing no reason why she couldn’t, allowed her to board the ship. Vale entered the ship with a curious eye and decided to make her way to engineering first. The ship itself was sleek, state-of-the-art, and designed to be tactical. The doors slid open at her proximity and she was granted access to the ship’s main engine room. It consisted of three aft decks, with massive tubes that rushed superheated plasma safely through the ship’s power systems, including sub-light engine speeds. They wove among the other, each matched accordingly, with control panels set out at spaced intervals depending on their appropriate system. It all centered around one massive reaction chamber, that extended from the floor to the ceiling of the massive engineering hanger. The FTL Drive reached upwards like a great monument, glowing a brilliant shade of blue, the lights marking the core casing gleamed green signaling safe parameters. At each side of aft port and Starboard, engineering ended where the massive Nacell Engines used to navigate solar systems.
The Fellowship was a feat of engineering genius. Engineering was the heart of the entire ship, it branched out to all sections, corridors and Jeffrey tubes with access panels scattered over the ship for emergency work and repairs. The vast majority of any Starship Crew held engineers capable of keeping the ship going, the engineers were the lifeblood –they kept the ship in working order, maintaining everything from Replicators, to the Simulators, FTL Drive, environmental controls, and all labs on the ship. Since this was a covert mission, a skeleton crew was all the ship was allowed, and that meant Vale might have her work cut out for her.
She made her way to the Bridge next. It was an efficient floor plan with plenty of command stations and a helm that had her rushing to the seat. She quickly occupied the comfortable leather seat and reached out to bring the panel online. She swept through the features, familiarizing herself. To be able to actually sit at the helm was much different than the manual had been allowed to tell her. The response time was instant, and she had everything from navigation control, star charting, auto-pilot, pilot assist, and manual override. Out of curiosity, and perhaps this was a bit out of bounds for her, she brought up manual pilot settings. From under the helm, a compartment opened up and a set of joysticks extended out to greet her. She took a quick note that this was specifically engineered to be structured much the same way a Veridian ship would be. How kind of them to take into consideration their Veridian Pilot. She then pulled out her own tablet from her inside coat pocket. It was a thin plate of glass, and a single tiny blue light once activated displayed a diagnostic program. Seeing as how this was to be her new bird to fly, she wanted to know everything she could. She simply placed the plate of glass on the helm and it established a connection. There was no logic in placing an unprepared pilot at the helm before launch. It would be most embarrassing if she went to depart from the dock, only to scrub the launch with ignorance. The way she saw it, she was doing the crew and mission a favor. Everything checked out with perfect marks, and she learned a few more things about the ship. Satisfied she returned the manual joysticks back to their concealed compartment under the helm and began closing out her helm to the way she found it.
[#87cefa “You are a work of art…”] she sighed in summation to the ship and gave it one final look. Other ships had begun to arrive which alerted Vale to leave the Fellowship and meet her new comrades. She had gone over their profiles before arriving, any good CO would make sure she knew her team. There were a couple names that concerned her, criminals mostly, but so long as they remained true to the mission, Vale would hope there would be no problems.
It was the Argonian Commander, Vale would be serving under, that had arrived after her. She returned to the briefing room just as Zavier did, and gave a thankful nod towards Captain Vadura who finally spoke to her.
[b “Were you satisfied with what you saw?”] he finally asked her. Vale snapped to attention immediately and nodded her head.
[#87cefa “Yes sir, she’s a work of engineering genius, Sir. I can’t wait to fly her and see what she can do.”]
Captain Vadura seemed to find her response adequate and left her to approach Zavier. Vale took the opportunity to finally claim her seat and await the rest of her team. She did not sit, however, as she waited until the Captain and Commander had made their introductions, and Vale could make her own introduction. When finally face to face with Zavier she acted in the appropriate militant response. She saluted and awaited permission to stand at ready. The Veridian Council had made it explicitly clear that Veridian was to put their best foot forward and secure an alliance with Argonians. The Prime Minister’s idea… to send Vale. While she was not much in the role of a soldier, she was a useful pilot and engineer, with plenty of the traits they looked for with an ambassadorship. A lot of Vale’s career was on the line… if she survived the mission that was.
[#87cefa “Commander Zavier, it will be an honor to serve with you, sir. I hope this will begin the first steps of a wonderful alliance between our peoples. One that hopefully can flourish if we are successful.”] A final caveat to her olive branch came in the form of the universal handshake and friendly smile.
[i Univar.] The very name was enough to send a whole room in a downward spiral of fear and uncertainty. The nature of this new entity was an enigma to the whole universe, having appeared to come from nowhere and began a brutal conquest throughout many galaxies. His might and his forces spread fast as they left chaos and mayhem in their wake. Empires that had stood for thousands of years were brought down in days by Univar's power.
That was the more complex problem that the universe at large was facing. Univar seemed to conquer and destroy indiscriminately; occupying one sector and completely obliterating the other. The latter has become the greatest concern for the super powers of the universe, especially since no pattern or goal could be ascertained from the destruction, so potentially everyone could be a target, and no one could seemingly stop him.
These super powers made up the organization known throughout the universe as 'the Intergalactic Coalition', an organization tasked with keeping order within the universe. The universe itself was far from a peaceful place, wars and skirmishes between galactic authorities being commonplace, but it has been many centuries since they've had to come together over a crisis like this. And even then there was nothing close to the magnitude of Univar. It was a daunting and nigh impossible task, but the IGC wasn't going to give up without trying, especially after losing several allied members to Univar. Those remaining had a plan, but it was one that had to remain a secret because if Univar caught wind of it, they would surely be destroyed. There were only a select few of trusted people that knew about this, and as such they began doing what was necessary for the mission.
Zavier had been briefed, much like everyone else had, so he was told. The intergalactic threat of Univar was on everyone's radar's and the IGC was putting together a team to take down Univar. Covertly. And by any means necessary. So not covertly if worse comes to worse. Zavier himself was recruited for his tactical prowess in the Argonite Navy, his advanced psychic abilities, and as his discretion, having been on some very hush-hush missions before. This came with Osmium level clearance, very [i high level] clearance, some Argonite support personnel, and his rank of Commander carried over from the Argonites to the IGC. The only person on deck who was ranked above him was a man known as Captain Vadura.
He read Vadura's file, as well as the other's who would be joining them on the team, and it seemed they were all fairly competent, but there were other members who... concerned him. The Captain wasn't one of them. He was from the Seisian System, and had been a Major General for many years, and Zavier has never seen so many black boxes on someone's file in his life. Clearly Vadura wasn't a stranger to highly dangerous and covert missions, which might be why they had chosen him to be the Captain of this team.
Next up on the roster from Veridian Prime, a Lieutenant Commander by the name of Vale Ostera, an ace pilot and engineer. That was interesting. The Argonites haven't had a lot of dealings with the Veridian people, but he did know they were a technologically advanced people on par with the Argonites. Along with the Lieutenant Commander came some personnel and equipment as well, which would be very beneficial to them. He felt better knowing that other governments were willing to throw more than just bodies at the problem. Veridian Prime was definitely an important asset to the mission and the IGC was smart to approach them.
It was interesting to read the files of those who wanted to throw their hats in to ring. They had a Koshi, an endangered species of plant people with a strange belief system, a Clan Chief belonging to a race of shifters, and even some kind of representative from Hammertech. Then there were the two that concerned Zavier. An Azera Zhan and a Wade Lawry. A disavowed agent from Scion and an ex-mercenary convict of New Terra III, respectively. There wasn't much on Azera, other than a brief bit about her capture and that she was here because of a death penalty levelled against her for [i war crimes]. He told himself there had to be a good reason as to why she was placed on this team, and that he should probably forget he read her file unless it became pertinent. He would try to forget Wade's file as well, considering he had a laundry list of priors, and was going to be put on a triple max prison planet if he didn't agree to join. At least they had some kind of experience that would be needed in the mission they were being put through together.
“Commander.” A voice takes his attention from the files. He looks up to see one of the Ensigns standing over him expectantly. “We've arrived.” And Zavier nodded, stood up, and moved to one of the portholes, looking out in to the abyss.
The location that the IGC's team wasn't exactly disclosed to them until the very last minute, and when it was, it was just coordinates. They were in a seemingly uncharted planet system. The IGC was playing this pretty close to the chest, and now Zavier could see why. They were in an asteroid belt within spitting distance of a Gas Giant, and upon approaching one of the larger asteroids, Zavier could make out a structure built in to the rock. It was hard to tell exactly how large it was because it was built in to the asteroid, but he assumed the base itself took up most of the radius. It was something hard to miss and detect, which he assumed is why they chose this location. It also didn't have any identifying markers... What were they doing here before they used it for this alliance?
Large hangar doors open, and the Argonite shuttle enters an energy field before landing on solid concrete. It was just like Zavier had imagined; the interior was enormous, holding multiple shuttles with room for more, and a larger cruiser in the centre. The cruiser in question seemed to be going through some final pieces of maintenance, and had symbols airbrushed on the side, something in an unfamiliar dialect.
“Commander Zavier?” He turns to look at them. It was one of the support staff. He could tell because of their uniform very reminiscent of IGC operatives. “Captain Vadura is in the briefing room and is waiting for you and the others to arrive. Please follow me.”
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