Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

WingedDestro

ONI

I’ll try and work on a reply for this tomorrow after work. Stay frosty lads

ONI

Compilatron The spoofer has no trouble beating the door's cheap electronics, and quickly gains access to it's controls. However, the engineer on the other side attempts to cut the doors power to prevent the doors power to prevent them unbolting the door... a bit too late. The door's bolts shunt upwards, leaving the door un powered, unbolted, but still closed.

_The fire team groans. Two of the handful of men and women back to dropship and raid its small tool kit. They find an arc welder, a spare fire extinguisher and small device used to calibrate a Spartans armour. They get back to the door and ignite the arc welder, cutting though the door with ease

Compilatron As the trooper attempts to access the server, unfortunately it's password locked... damn.

Guys get a load of Lowell and his computer skills. The squad laughs at Lowell. They continue on through out the server room. They try to find any means of a map.

Compilatron "Oh, I'd be more than obliged."

The man flicked his hand towards one of the squad members into a 3 finger formation, and the pieces from his pack quickly spun around his hand!

POW

A blast is unleashed in a funnel of light! The squad member barely had time to react, getting his arm caught in the blast, burning it badly!

"Now, do I have to reiterate, or do I delete your sly ass from my station."

Fire team Bravo to Amherst Benti says on an encrypted private comms channel that only her and her squad can here. The marine with the burn's armour is helped up by a fellow team member. The rest of thee squad continues to hold the man at gunpoint. "Now, let us take what we came for and we will pay you off for your troubles" Benti said in a huffed tone. "Hurting us will only cause your station to be wiped out."

Dumb "Coffee with alcohol?" Drakador_Chaos
Dasha, for the first time, shift her gaze towards the party, but not quite focused on a specific individual, more so just overlooking the entire group at the same time.
"I had heard about tea with whisky, but certainly not coffee with alcohol, especially not unknown alcohol from an unknown party."

The trooper says "well it was worth a try, Names Daytona." The rest of the squad present in the rooms tells Daytona or shitstick as they call him by to shut is hole.

WingedDestro
_The two 575m frigates continue to stand guard they also are in combat ready mode because of the recent skirmish with some unknown pirates. The Broadswords continue to patrol.

Compilatron

ONI _The fire team groans. Two of the handful of men and women back to dropship and raid its small tool kit. They find an arc welder, a spare fire extinguisher and small device used to calibrate a Spartans armour. They get back to the door and ignite the arc welder, cutting though the door with ease

The engineer on the other side is quick to realise he's lost... he surrenders himself.

The inside of the ship was fairly bland, save a few pieces of sheet metal and electronic equipment scattered around the floor.

Then the team found what the engineer was trying to guard: an uninstalled SAS stealth drive and a pair of SAS laser drivers. The engineer was likely trying to install them onto the ship.

ONI Guys get a load of Lowell and his computer skills. The squad laughs at Lowell. They continue on through out the server room. They try to find any means of a map.

The control deck didn't have any map or blueprints in it, except for a rough layout of each room in the station, each one featuring a set of LEDs labelled with different alarm states. It seemed the docking gantry had a security alarm light lit up.

ONI Fire team Bravo to Amherst Benti says on an encrypted private comms channel that only her and her squad can here. The marine with the burn's armour is helped up by a fellow team member. The rest of thee squad continues to hold the man at gunpoint. "Now, let us take what we came for and we will pay you off for your troubles" Benti said in a huffed tone. "Hurting us will only cause your station to be wiped out."

As the captain hears Benti's threat... he stands down. He takes off the pack and drops to the floor, hands behind his head. He surrenders. Protecting the legacy of D'oro wasn't worth even more lives lost...

"I surrender... the ship is in the hanger on the bottom deck."

"Damn junkers..."

Drakador_Chaos

ONI (@Dumb @Compilatron )
The man atop the plane smiled thinly.
"Haden."
He nodded towards Dasha and shrugged.
"I suppose she can introduce herself."
The man looked at the ceiling for a couple of moments.
"So, Daytona, what's couple of 'fine gentlemen' like you doing on a civilian backwater station, if I may ask? Here to collect taxes or something?"
The man seemed a little bit too smug for the situation he was in, or he was simply oblivious to it, who knew really?

Dumb

ONI Drakador_Chaos (Compilatron )
Dasha suddenly freeze up, and lift her cup upside down, showing that there ain't any more liquid in her mug. she sighed for a bit while leaning back to...perhaps have a stretch, and put down the mug.
"Name's Dasha, owner of the Forge of Babel."
She looks a bit more serious than before, focusing on the intruders.
"Answer him first, I'm interested in the answer as well."

WingedDestro

ONI
As Task Force 4 continues to wait for comms to be unjammed, the unidentified frigates continue standing there with max combat readiness...
[TRANSMISSION BEGIN]
"Commander Harrison, this is Captain Drax. Please move in between those Frigates and turn the comms up to maximum strength broadcasting this message: "This is Imperial Task Force Four. If you recieve this, Please respond." The strength of the signal should be enough to show up on the jamming stations, so they'll know we've sent a message, hopefully making them unjam the area."

"Captain Drax, we read. Beginning transmission."

They load the message into their comms and turn the strength up to maximum...

I'll roll for success now that i have an anko channel on the disc. Let's say, 15-20 is a success, 6-14 is a fail but i can roll again, and 1-5 is a fail and i can't try again.

1st roll- 1d20: 14
2nd roll- 1d20: 10
3rd roll- 1d20: 9
4th roll- 1d20: 12
5th roll- 1d20: 2

(Please check #eob-rp on the rp discord to confirm these results.)

After waiting for 15 minutes, they see no results among the frigates...

"Captain, i don't think we're getting through..."
"Agreed, Commander. Let's try a more direct approach. After checking active sensors, it appears that there is an unclaimed hangar on the station. Try and go over there and submit a request to the station to open the hangar doors. We also confirmed it's been boarded by the marines of these unidentified frigates, so if it works, we may be able to communicate with them."

"Confirmed, Captain. Submitting request now."

@ONI (You can now choose to let the two fighters into the into the hangar or not, and any other decision that may come along with not letting them in)

ONI

Compilatron

Compilatron The engineer on the other side is quick to realise he's lost... he surrenders himself.

The inside of the ship was fairly bland, save a few pieces of sheet metal and electronic equipment scattered around the floor.

Then the team found what the engineer was trying to guard: an uninstalled SAS stealth drive and a pair of SAS laser drivers. The engineer was likely trying to install them onto the ship.

Compilatron The control deck didn't have any map or blueprints in it, except for a rough layout of each room in the station, each one featuring a set of LEDs labelled with different alarm states. It seemed the docking gantry had a security alarm light lit up.

"Stay back and don't try anything"** they say to the engineer as they monitor him. The marines confiscate the drive and laser drivers. Moving them back to their dropship.

Perhaps it's best of we leave them alone.

Compilatron As the captain hears Benti's threat... he stands down. He takes off the pack and drops to the floor, hands behind his head. He surrenders. Protecting the legacy of D'oro wasn't worth even more lives lost...

"I surrender... the ship is in the hanger on the bottom deck."

"Damn junkers..."

"Thank you" Benti says as she kicks the device away from the man. "Amherst Actual this is Fire Team Bravo. We have secured the station. Alpha has discovered Stealth tech' she says into her comms unit inside her helmet. She also remarks that the station will be given supplies for it including new systems to replace the old ones and some gantry parts to expand the broken ones a certain freighter broke earlier.

Drakador_Chaos The man atop the plane smiled thinly.
"Haden."
He nodded towards Dasha and shrugged.
"I suppose she can introduce herself."
The man looked at the ceiling for a couple of moments.
"So, Daytona, what's couple of 'fine gentlemen' like you doing on a civilian backwater station, if I may ask? Here to collect taxes or something?"
The man seemed a little bit too smug for the situation he was in, or he was simply oblivious to it, who knew really?

"Nice to meet you too. Its funny you say that because we are actually here to collect that plane your sitting on."

Dumb Dasha suddenly freeze up, and lift her cup upside down, showing that there ain't any more liquid in her mug. she sighed for a bit while leaning back to...perhaps have a stretch, and put down the mug.
"Name's Dasha, owner of the Forge of Babel."
She looks a bit more serious than before, focusing on the intruders.
"Answer him first, I'm interested in the answer as well."

The forge of baby? Daytona says. What the heck is that?

WingedDestro [TRANSMISSION BEGIN]
"Captain...?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"We've checked, and the hangars are broken. We will probably have to try a more risky maneuver. I reccomend putting the entire task force in between the frigates and trying to broadcast that."
"Agreed, Commander. Return to formation and we will begin the maneuver."
[TRANSMISSION END]

As the crew of the Frigate marked "Ready or Not" stares out into space thorugh their windows... They see what appears to be a large formation of ships moving between them! Everybody's waiting for the order to fire, until the comms officer recieves flickers of a transmission: " -his is- Brssshhshshshsh -perial Task Fource Four. if you- Brsshshshshshsh -eive this, plea- Brsshshshshshhhhhhhhhhh"

Do you unjam, or what?

Ready or Not to Amherst and Broadsword Flights we have new contacts move to intercept. The ROT fires a warning shot near the large fleeting and tells them to back off,

Compilatron

WingedDestro (You can now choose to let the two fighters into the into the hangar or not, and any other decision that may come along with not letting them in)

hanger machine broke

It's actually full... so good luck trying to dock anywhere

WingedDestro

Compilatron reeee

well in that case, time to write another reply

WingedDestro

@ONI (nvm compilatron told me that the hangars do be broke tho)

[TRANSMISSION BEGIN]
"Captain...?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"We've checked, and the hangars are broken. We will probably have to try a more risky maneuver. I reccomend putting the entire task force in between the frigates and trying to broadcast that."
"Agreed, Commander. Return to formation and we will begin the maneuver."
[TRANSMISSION END]

As the crew of the Frigate marked "Ready or Not" stares out into space thorugh their windows... They see what appears to be a large formation of ships moving between them! Everybody's waiting for the order to fire, until the comms officer recieves flickers of a transmission: " -his is- Brssshhshshshsh -perial Task Fource Four. if you- Brsshshshshshsh -eive this, plea- Brsshshshshshhhhhhhhhhh"

Do you unjam, or what?

Dumb

ONI (@Drakador_Chaos )
Dasha's face immediately darkens as she hears what Daytona says. She slowly stand up, swiftly drew a sword out of nowhere, and point it towards the trooper
"Perhaps you should be a bit more respectful to others, but...just in case, in what privilege do you have the right to retrieve this plane? As far as I'm concerned, D'oro had been banished from the SAS due to being MIA, thus his property no longer belongs to anyone but himself"

Drakador_Chaos

ONI Dumb (@Compilatron)
Haden sighed.
"Well, it appears our Forgemaster here does not seem to be all that fond of your plans with that plane."
He frowned and turned his head to Dasha.
"...although it would be nice if you could put that sword back to... well, wherever it may have come from.
After all, we´re all civilised and grown up individuals here, admittedly, some more and some less, but still..."
He turned his head back to Daytona and lifted an eyebrow beneath his sunglasses.
"In the end, these people here are only following orders, are they not?"

Compilatron

ONI Thank you" Benti says as she kicks the device away from the man. "Amherst Actual this is Fire Team Bravo. We have secured the station. Alpha has discovered Stealth tech' she says into her comms unit inside her helmet. She also remarks that the station will be given supplies for it including new systems to replace the old ones and some gantry parts to expand the broken ones a certain freighter broke earlier.

"Weren't you trying to kill us a second ago?" Jack remarked with visible confusion, hands still behind his head.

WingedDestro

ONI
"Captain, they haven't responded yet. do you think they don't speak basic?"
"Commander, I Highly doubt that, as the name of their ship, "Ready or Not," is in basic."
"Yeah, I guess, Captai-"

"Commander, did you hear their transmission telling us to back off?"
"Yes sir."
"Well,-"

A loud noise is heard, and it appears frigate "Ready or Not" has fired a warning shot...
I'm going to roll to see whether the shot misses or hits, it would only hit because there may or may not be a few more stealthed fighters in the area. Let's say 1-10 means you hit one of meh bois, and 11-20 means you dont.

Roll 1: 7
0-o

As the warning shot screams across empty space, it suddenly collides with an unseen object, destroying it's shielding and stealth.... the shot impacted a Class-9 Advance!

Dumb

Drakador_Chaos (@ONI )
Dasha turns her head towards Haden slowly, and looked at him in a rather confused manner, while she lower her arm and the sword receides back into her arm
"Their manners isn't quite related to what orders they received though... or do you prefer whip instead of the sword?"

Drakador_Chaos

Dumb
Haden laughed heartily in response...
"I´m afraid I´m not into whips."
He scratched his chin and seemed to be thinking.
"Although I would´ve expected that a woman like you would be standing above such petty missteps, considering you had likely contact with a number of... not all that mentally blessed individuals in your profession."
For a man in a stereotypical tourist attire, he sure spouted a lot of big words.

Dumb

Drakador_Chaos
Dasha laughed in response as well
"well first off, I'm what I am currently because I, or at least the original me, have some...specialty over others, Dissociative identity disorder if i remember correctly, so perhaps it is ill-advised to value me that much...as for the other part.."
Dasha narrow her gaze as she gently sit back down
"someone's gotta play dumb in order to get to some objectives, ya know"
With two taps on the hull plating of the craft, a metallic bottle and a container appears from a nearby tube, which is taken by Dasha. She slowly pour the brown powder from the container into the bottle, and gently shake the bottle. After a while, she pour some of the content into her mug, filling the room with a hint of chocolate
"Fancy some hot cocoa?" she says, while pushing the bottle near Haden

Drakador_Chaos

Dumb
The man simply nodded.
"Sure, I´ll have some."
He poured some of the hot cocoa into his cup and gave the bottle back to Dasha, taking sip from his cup afterwards, though remaining silent this time.
He likely thought it would be time to see what the soldiers had to say next.

ONI

Compilatron Just stay where you are Benti says

ONI

@Dumb @Drakador_Chaos
Yeah, just following orders Daytona says. The rest of the Fire team steps back and is cautious of Dasha drawing her sword. Daytona pipes up Sorry to hear about your "friend" but could we at least examine the plane? Please!

Drakador_Chaos

ONI (@Compilatron @Dumb)
Haden lifted an eyebrow for a while whilst remaining silent, creating a minor amount of tension in the room...
Though in the end he just shrugged.
"Well it´s not my plane, so I suppose looking at it won´t be too much of a problem."
That sounded like... some sort of permission, perhaps?
Notably he didn´t move off the plane regardless, he either was rather lazy or pretty comfortable where he was sitting...

Dumb

ONI Drakador_Chaos (@Compilatron )
"Well then...one good opportunity got debunked by Haden, probably unintentionally but...ahh well" Dasha thought to herself while remaining in the same posture, sipping the hot cocoa with her eyes closed. Perhaps that can be treated as a silent agreement?