Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

ONI

Compilatron The crew converse about the purchase of this new ship. They think of what possible tech it might have, even more advanced than their own. Now the true meaning of their mission came to be. These people were not just simple merchant marines, rather agents from the Office of Naval Intelligence. Heading back to the HOP which was outfitted with the latest spying and espionage tech as well as a single Shiva Nuclear device.

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ONI (in reality it's just a freighter, but heh)

Unimpeeded, the crew are allowed to depart, stomaches full and moral restored.

HMS-Hood

Dumb D'oro tags along, "I'm sure I could be of assistance, after all, I was a welder before I joined the armed forces" he then pulls a tig welder out of his satchel and then says "damn am I happy they don't search bags before a flight"

Dumb

HMS-Hood Upon entering the hanger, Dasha turns around and face D'oro, while streams of liquid metal floats around her
"No, you can't be of any assistance, as such, i recommend you to go back and ask for some duties from the captain, instead of just stand around and look at my ass all day"
Before D'oro can react, Dasha's face is sealed with a helmet, and she exit the airlock along with the metal sludge, leaving D'oro alone once again

ONI

Compilatron (Wait the vessel didn't depart. they just went back to their ship to discuss things with command. Or they were in this reply at least)

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kola2134 "You're serious?"

Getting a nod as a response, Jack happily nodded. "Consider it done!"

The female captain and jack exchanged credits, before he nodded and ran upstairs.

Jack ran the instructions to the crew via the PA system, and a few men came running from the cargo bay. Each one carried empty crates, headed to the hydroponics garden, before returning with the crates full of vegetables. Jack himself headed downstairs to the cargo bay again, before rolling up a canister of FTL fuel, followed by two more.

After a brief interlude of hauling crates to the docking port the ship occupied, they had a large stack of food to last a while.

kola2134

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"God damnit that's my pay gone... God this cargo better be worth it." The captain seems to mumble under her breath.

"Oh well only a week trip to the drop off." The female captain seems to shrug

The docking port seemed more like a built checkpoint, the doors of the ship were reinforced, and it even seemed like a turret hanged from the roof of the ships docking port hall. A number of what seemed a dozen guards were sat at the entrance. Each in heavy armored gear and holding assault weapons... With a number of workers who took handed off crates into the darkness of the heavily armed ship that should not be so armed for just transporting cargo.

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ONI (right right... I'll remove that last bit then)

ONI

Compilatron The crew slump down in the bridge. Powering up the deep slipspace communications array. they contact their commander who explains to them that trying to buy a ship is in the utmost importance of them. The commander also explains that Section three of their division would love to take apart some of these other craft for study.

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ONI "What other craft?"

ONI

Compilatron I mean like buying ships n stuff if your offering them

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ONI nono, I meant the station's buying a ship

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kola2134 One of the station's crew members, hauling a canister of fuel noted the overengineered docking port... heavily armored and protected...

"What in tarnation... it's better armed on the inside than a battleship..."

Another crew spat back

"Shush! Don't ask questions, we're making good money here!"

Soon all the supplies were loaded aboard and the station's captain was ready to say farewell.

kola2134

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Sounds seem to loom from the cargo hold, the dark corridors yet sound can still travel down them, noises of what sound like things from crying to noises of pain, gunshots even could echo that the crew heard. With deathly silence to follow. The crew greet with one another, the two groups again. As the female captain and crew give a farewell as they seem to board the gloomy vessel. The ship disconnects from the station and rejoins the larger group that the ships formed upon one large modular ship. Warp signatures light up outside of the station as a group of what seem warships explode into reality from their FTL, seeming to fire on the transport, impacting shields as the ship fired back, a space battle, before going into FTL and vanishing from sight, the pressures following.

HMS-Hood

Dumb d'oro stands there he put the tig wielder back in his bag as remarks to himself "rude, but she does have a point,"

@Compilatron
D'oro walks into the room asking if there Is anything he can do to help

Dumb

@Compilatron Receiving a call back from the Forge, Dasha swiftly finish off the extension, and disappear along with the products which she brought after leaving a single note on the captain's desk

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Dumb Captain Jack, returning to his office to run finances through the station's system, notices the note on the desk. He picks it up between thumb and fingers, flips it over inspecting it, before reading it.

(Whatever is written, if it isn't important)

Jack tosses the note aside and sits down at his desk to begin crunching numbers.

Dumb

Compilatron (more or less just a fusion between "I'll be back" and "Call me if you want", tho i haven't come up with what exactly it says XD)

Drakador_Chaos

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Whilst the stations hangars and the station itself was already rather busy, another ship entered it´s vicinity, however, either it had been there all along and hadn´t been noticed until now, or it had some quite out of the ordinary military tech...
As it hadn´t actually 'entered' the area, it more of... just appeared out of the proverbial nothingness, without any notable ftl signatures...
EE-VII
The ship was slightyl bigger than the average fighter craft and did evidently look quite military, although it didn´t seem to have any markings whatsoever, aside from the insignia on its back, nor did it resembly the style of any known factions.
For while it was just floating idly nearby, then eventually a transmission came from the odd ship, requesting to dock.
Notably, it seemed to be an automatic transmission, not spoken by the actual pilot... if the ship even had one.

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HMS-Hood Captain Jack works at his desk, crunching numbers from todays sales. He looks up from his logbook at D'oro

"Well, I gotcha a few things to do. First off, we're out of stock on food, fuel and ore. You can go 'elp Trev in botany while he's at work, or take the ol' mining rig for a spin."

Jack twirls his pencil in his hand as he talked, before putting it back down on the logbook as he scribbled more numbers while punching them into a calculator.

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Drakador_Chaos Roll for pereception 1d20 = 13

Manning the command deck, Edward noticed the radar blip appear on his radar, and pulled his binoculars over his eyes. Archaic as they were, they were reliable and trustworthy. They needed no power, depended on no circuitry. They were his grandfathers heirloom, he said he was spotter on one of the old great trading stations. The greatest station, he said. Of course, that was lost to history.

It proved a challenge for Edward to spot the dark vessel, but inevitably he did. The vessels sinister markings brought panic upon him.

"Attention unidentified military vessel, state your allegiances and intentions. This is a civilian instalment."

A bead of sweat rolled down Edward's brow as he prepared for the worst.

The station lacked any docking protocol restrictions, and the vessel could dock regardless of guidance...

HMS-Hood

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((well there's one, d'oro and his gun/saber, in lore the high guard members can shoot a 1 yen coin from 500 meters away in under a second and they go through saber training))

Drakador_Chaos

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There were a couple of moments of silence before the ship answered, this time, an actual voice came through the transmission, that of an adult man of undefinable age...
Although, despite the look of his vessel, he did not sound very military.
/Transmission Start/
"Well, actually, I´m looking for a place where I can take a break. But oh well. Currently unaligned, can pay for the stay, or whatever you may be selling."
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Interstingly enough, the ship remained idle outside the station, not making any attempts to dock without permission, either.

HMS-Hood

Compilatron "eh, I might take the old miner for a spin," he said looking out into the vacuum of space he pictured the battle once more, the flack exploding in his face as the engine cut out, the images roared through his head, it was like he was there seeing, no, feeling the pain in his leg the fuel tank popping letting lose its contents while this was happening jack could see this unfolding upon his brain. after d'oro's flashback was over he shook himself he then said, "ya know, I think I might help Trevor with the plants." he said, ignoring the odd look he was getting from jack