Captain Ramius reached out his arm, and pressed the door panel to the bridge of the Sterling Silver transport vessel. The door flew open, and he walked into the Bridge.

He looked across the bridge, and saw a nervous look across his crew. They had been through it all together, from the Shakedown Cruise to now, all the same crew. They had never actually encountered combat, and hoped they never would, but he was confident that they were ready for it if the time arose.

“Captain on deck!” an officer yelled. The bridge crew stood up, and at attention.

“At ease.” Ramius replied, and walked over to his Executive Officer. “You paged me?”

He started at his Executive officer, she was a young officer, vastly unexperienced, but adequate for the position. She would learn with time how to run a vessel, for her this was more of an internship than an actual command position. She kept pushing herself and others to teach her how to operate, and then to herself to learn.

“Yes Captain. There is an incoming vessel approaching, within our Kill-Zone. A Tactical Alert was issued, pilots and gunners are ready at their stations.” the young executive officer said.

“Have we identified the vessel?” Ramius asked.

“Negative, Captain. ETA until contact is ten minutes.”

“Raise the Tactical Alert level, launch Alert fighters; and get me the Horn.”

“Aye, Sir. As you wish.” the executive officer said, as she taps the Communication Officer on the shoulder and nods towards the Captain. The Communication officer nods back.

The Communication officer hands the Captain the transmitter, “You're connected, Sir.”

He grasps it, and presses the transmit button. “Unidentified Vessel, you are entering restricted distance. Squawk Identification, and pull away from our vessel. Failure to comply, will result in deadly force.” he said, then set the transmitter down. He then looked over to his executive officer, standing at sensors.

“Nothing, Sir.” the executive officer said with a grim look.

“Alright then, we do it the hard way. Alert fighters to Intercept the vessel. I want an Identification.” he boldly stated.

“Aye, Sir. Relaying Orders.”




“Form up, keep it tight.” Snake said to the flight of Tie Interceptors, he received affirmative pings as the pilots formed up.

Snake, nervous about the unknown target, flipped power to the weapons and shields. He was making sure he was going to be able to go home to see his wife and hold his child in his arms.

“Arrival ETA, thirty seconds.” Snake announced to his flight.

Accelerating, something seemed strange about this whole thing, something in his mind was wrong, terribly wrong. Unluckily for him, it would be too late when the truth was revealed.

He activated his scanners, and visual capture devices; he wanted to get this identification for later use if necessary. He then saw the Identification code that was burned into the hull of the vessel in multiple places.

“Silver Actual, Snake; Ident is Victor-Echo-Niner-Alpha-Charlie-Charlie 05. Repeat, its an Academy ship.”




“... Repeat, its an Academy ship.” the pilot reported.

“Run it.” said the executive officer to the crew, as he looked over to the Captain. She walked over to the sensor officer, puzzled at the situation.

“Capitan, CC-05 was reported lost in a Training Accident three months ago.” the sensor officer reported.

“What?” the Captain said. “Confirm that!”

“I just did. He is correct, the vessel flew too close to Tauge during a gravitational lesson and was pulled down. It was never recovered.” the executive officer said.

“Call them back, all the fighters, Combat landings now!” he yelled.

“Aye,” the executive officer said as he picked up the transmitter, “All pilots, Pull. Combat Landings, now!”

“Captain! Missile launch detected... scratch that.... make that multiple launches detected!” the tactical officer reported nervously.

“Frak.” the Captain said.


“Impact, in three, two, On...” the tactical officer said as the blasts hit. Nuclear.

Alas, there is no mushroom could in space, just a blast and debris, but far did it fly.

The blast split the Silver into two. Half of the full broke off and floated away, a quiet death for the crew, no one heard their screams. Parts of the hull melted into place, almost strengthening it from an attack, welding it together.

“Frak! Break, Break, Break!” Snake yelled as he saw the blast.

The Blast wave threw him across space, and the EMP knocked out all his electronics. He glimpsed through his lens, and say the Sterling Silver one last time. He saw something at it, as is a chunk broke off and shot away with thrusters. Or at least he thought he did, he was not sure, for after that moment, he blacked out. Unconscious in the cold depths of space.

The Unknown vessel approached the remnants of the Silver, but then accelerated to light speed, disappearing into space, fleeing the scene. Although, at the debris pile, it was seen that the vessel left something behind. A device of sorts, a beacon, a way of alerting people to the event. A strange action after destroying a vessel. Even more strange was that a Gravitational Training Vessel of the Academy was armed, and especially one that was reported MIA/destroyed, the mysteries surrounding this assault were there, waiting, awaiting.

OOC:

WC: 990
Just the start of a Personal Story I have been writing as I have some spare time.

The turbo-lift came to a stop, he had reached the deck; it was time to begin. He exited the lift, and began to walk to the doorway of the mess-hall. He walked up to the door, and pressed on the panel; it slid open, he proceeded inside the hall.

The hall was packed with starving new pilots, it almost seemed as though they had been starved their entire life, they eat so much so fast. It was amazing, they just did not stop pouring into the room, or into the lines.

He walked over to a table, took a look around, and continued to the second floor, where his watch post was. He took note, he really should put an order in for something besides stairs; for he watched as crewman struggled to carry their tray up the stairs to sit and eat. He walked up the stairs and proceeded to where he was supposed to stand and observe; he then scanned the room.

He did not see it the first time he scanned, nor the second time; he was not sure how he missed it. It should have stood out the moment he got to the floor, but it did not.

“What the hell?” he said quietly as he walked over to a table.

“Good, you are here. Take a seat, we have much to discuss in a very limited amount time.” a figure at the table said.

“How the ...” he said, and then looked around the room, “Clear the room!” he yelled. No one seemed to notice, he amplified his voice. “Clear the room!”, this time people noticed and looked over to him. “Now! Move!” he yelled as loud as the current setting allowed. People jumped, and headed for the stairs.

He stood there staring at the figure. “Take a seat, we have much to discuss in a very limited amount of time.”

“How ... I saw you, dead. I scanned your corpse; I took your data-pad off of your body. You were dead.” he said, to the man.

“I will get to that, but first I must complete my mission. I must discuss with you the final steps of your creation, one last piece of hardware to assist your functions. One that adds a whole new level to your abilities.” the man, Char Nobyl, said.

C-3PX2 sat down, “What exactly are you referring to?” he asked.

“A time ago, I implanted a virus in your leg, a way to test your abilities. You in turn took it and transferred it to your Auto-Save application. I am here to correct this, to remove it entirely.”

“Really, you will remove it completely?”

“Well, actually that’s a lie. I will not be removing anything; I will instruct you in how you are to remove it yourself.”

“Elaborate.”

“Take this Data Crystal, upload it before you shut down, it contains a nano-program that will start when you boot up. It will wipe out the malicious code, leaving you with the ability to use all your capabilities”

“Why, Why now?” C-3PX2 asked, still skeptical.

“I need you at your best levels for what I have in store for you.”

“Which is what exactly?”

Char slowly slid a box onto the table, pushing it closer to C-3PX2.

“What is in here?”

“An interesting predicament that is starting.”

“On my station?”

“On your station, in the reaches of Vast Empire Space, even in the reaches of the Remnant. There is a rift in the way people are operating, they battles are changing. They are becoming two faced; one side, the public war, the other side, the private alliances. I want you to expose it.”

C-3PX2 looked at Char, puzzled at to why he came to him.

“How exactly do you expect me to do this? Where do I begin?”

“Two possibilities to start. Take your pick. A crewman that was murdered on your station,” he said, and C-3PX2 locked his eye on him.

“What Crewman?!” he yelled.

“Ah, you do not know yet. There is that, and there is also the missing VENA Corellian Corvette that lost contact around Tauge.” Char said with a laugh.

“That ship is long gone, it disappeared forty-two days ago. What about this Crewman?!”

“Fine, each path connects soon enough. Before you even begin the investigation, or I tell you any more, I have a favor to ask.” Char said with a grin.

“What do you need?”

“During my time on Etti IV, I was working on a system that used crystals to focus energy. Energy that had that ability to control matter. To move it, to shape it, to control it.”

“You mean ... you were experimenting with the Fo...” C-3PX2 began to say.

“No. Not in the least; and seeing as the implication of such could start a conflict, lets not ever refer to that as such again. Agreed?”

“Agreed. What exactly was it then?” C-3PX2 said, confused.

Char slid a folder towards C-3PX2, as he looked over in utter confusion.

“This file will explain it all, and how it is almost entirely your fault anyways.” Char said boldly.

“My fault? How are your experiments my fault?” he questioned.

“Because when you blew up my facility, you ruptured the crystal's containment field.”

C-3 began to scan through the pages in the folder, which described the energy from the crystals being focused onto a humanoid being. The results were ... indescribable.

“Make sure to burn those when you are done scanning them.” Char said.

“What did you do to this person? I am not sure I am understanding this all.”

Char looked over, with a grin, and then stood up.

“We subjected them the experimentation beyond what living beings should be able to. We energized the crystals using experimental power sources, including a hyper drive generator. Within a matter of a few minutes, the humanoid was dead.”

“Again, how is any of this my fault?” C-3PX2 questioned.

Char walked over towards the doorway, and laughed.

“When you blew up my lab, the crystal was shattered, the energy was released, and flooded a nearby town. The one you and your companions tore up, the one with the tavern; that is the town. It is now a wasteland, with ... a twist.” Char said as he walked to the door and pressed the button on the panel. “Secure the remnants of the Crystals, and bring them to me; then and only then will I tell you about the Crewman.” He said, and then disappeared.

“What the hell?” C-3PX2 yelled, and ran over to Char's previous location to find a holo-emitter there, “Tricky bastard... fine, I will play this game; for now.”