Star Brigade: A 53rd Century Adventure RP

[JoJo]

Spoiler: Note

To find the closed interest thread containing accepted character sheets, races and other information, click here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.335072-Star-Brigade-Interest-Thread-Closed#13528250].

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[HEADING=1]Prologue: Amongst the Stars[/HEADING]​

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Captain Thomas Vance let out a deep sigh in relief and ran his hands through his curly black hair as the screens finally flicked off. Almost an hour of cultural briefing about the systems he was heading to was more than any mortal man could take. He leaned back in his leather chair, admiring the infinite expanse of darkness through the spaceship's front windows, only pricked by tiny glowing stars.

"Beep!" The monitor pinged and then the ship's computer 'Lisa' chimed in: "Urgent attention required Captain, oxygen levels in cabin five have dropped by 3.5% over the last two minutes, I recommend further investigation without delay."

"Fuck, again?" The Captain rose and checked the instruments, sure enough on the dashboard in-front of him a red light flashed. He sighed and picked up his microphone.

"This is your Captain speaking, we have a potential air-leak down in cabin five, all hands to your positions immediately. This is not a drill; I repeat this is not a drill! You all know what to do from when this happened last week, so hop to it."

The Captain let the microphone fall back onto the dashboard with a thud and got up from his chair, striding towards to the lift down to the lower parts of the ship at the fastest pace he could without jogging.

"Make sure they're doing something Lisa" he called back to the computer as he left the bridge.

 

[razor343]

Brian's eyes flashed opened as the words of the Captain rang through his ears. He had been trying to get some shut-eye for the past few hours but sleep avoided him more than usually. Upon nearly falling off his bunk he grabbed his combat jumpsuit in a spur of spontaneity and got dressed.

He ran out of his room, looking for whoever had a more exact idea of what was going on.

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

James' head jerked upwards towards the speaker as the captain spoke. He had decided to make his way over to the observation deck to check out the view. And it was breathtaking. Below him was the massive expanse of the Atlantic Ocean broken only by the equally large continent of jungle and desert to the east. To the west he could see the glow of a thousand lights that marked the cites of America's east coast. It was hard to imagine that just a week ago he had been in one of those cities.

But now he was in orbit, aboard the Star Brigade, and now there was an emergency. Although he recognized the potential severity of the situation, he couldn't help but feel a bit bothered. He was enjoying the orbital view and did not want to be taken away from it. But he had a job to do, so he jogged towards the lift that would bring him to the engineering deck.

 

[SeanTheBlueSheep]

Til looked up from her paperwork at the sound of the captain's voice. With a deary grey, she stood up and headed out of the door, making her way to the assembly point with the others from neighbouring rooms. The sight of those around her brightened her to a pastel yellow, and she followed on quietly.

When she arrived, she took her place and leaned slightly against the wall, wondering quietly to herself about nothing of much consequence.

 

[Krais101]

Nate sprinted to the infirmary. Moving oxygen tanks to all free beds he began to scrub up, ready to deal with any injuries. "Captain, the infirmary is ready to take any causalities into immediate Intensive Care."

 

[Tiger Sora]

Thor's mechanical eye flickered on, reflecting it's red glow off the pilots instruments in front of him. He'd been taking a nap after reading through the ship pilot's manuel about the FTL drive. Reading always made him tired. Warning lights were flashing on the bridge, clearly indicating a problem and irritating his eye. Rubbing the sleep out of it fixed that. Reluctant to addressing whatever was going on after just waking up, Thor did, bringing up a display. "Air leak again. Who the hell builds a ship like this without test ramping up the air pressure till the doors blow off". A large sigh of discontent was exhaled. "Well, least I don't have go down there to deal with it".

Thor buckled himself to the pilot's chair. He issued a voice command for the ships intercom. "All crew, this is your pilot Thor. Anyone not currently headed to help the captain, a friendly reminder to suit up and strap yourselves to a chair. Out". Thor checked to make sure the bridge was sealed off, Lisa had made sure to that. He was really liking the ships AI, took alot of the workload off him. Now all he had to do was monitor the situation, letting him relax back in the chair.

 

[A Gent of Villainous Intent]

Mae jumped in surprise at the sound of the alarms and the captains sudden orders, and quickly saved the page he was on in his book, "The History of the Empires: A Look at Ancient Earth", and got to his feet. He then stood there, motionless for a good 10 seconds, before running to his terminal and looking up the safety guidelines of the ship.

"Search Query: Oxygen Leak Protocols" He said into the microphone, and in a split second his specific instructions were brought up, and he quickly began reading through it.

"In the event of an oxygen leak in your cabin please-" Mae quickly paused and tried to remember. What cabin do I live in? He thought and thought, tapping his long fingers on his front left knee until he decided Baeser! and quickly bolted out of his room and made his way to the bridge.

 

[razor343]

Brian had walked past several of his crew members as they tried to fix the supposed air leak. He had made a conscious decision that it would be best for him to head to the bridge as he had engineering expertise whatsoever, he would inhibit progress rather than hasten it.

A short Mezian crossed his path as he entered the bridge. Though Brian took no particular note of him, he assumed that the Alien had as much engineering prowess as he had.

 

[Soviet Heavy]

Tom awoke with a sudden jump at the sound of the alarm. Cold sweat beaded on the back of his neck while panic started to settle in. "Emergency protocols activated. All personnel to ready stations." That infuriatingly calm voice didn't help either.

The alarm klaxons eliminated any sense of drowsiness Anderson had left, and he jumped to his feet, frantically pulling on his work clothes and jamming his feet into his boots. Hopping on one foot while trying to get his left boot on, Tom Anderson stumbled out of his cabin into the wide hallway. This was immediately followed by him tumbling into a rather angry looking Ferrax.

The four hundred pound alien turned his large, tusked head to Tom and growled. "Watch where you're going Farworlder." The Ferrax snorted at Tom before continuing down the hallway. Slumped against the wall, Tom managed to squeeze his foot into his boot. Getting to his feet, Tom patted himself off, and made his way down the hallway.

Tom didn't need to guess which way it was to the diagnostics room. The emergency lights had conveniently lit the walkways to each operating cell aboard the Star-Brigade. Following the winding path, and working his way through the bustling corridor, Tom finally found his way into his workstation. He was surprised to see a tall, red tinted Astrid in his signature orange engineer's jacket. Demexin was already on the case.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on?" moaned Tom. The other diagnostic workers were too busy to listen, but the chief of engineering turned to him with a glare in his eyes. Demexin closed the panel he was tweaking and spoke.

"Some genius hasn't been checking the atmospheric compensators to differentiate the pressure levels for the upper tier cabins." he muttered. "The oxygen leak is just part of the problem. Sure, it's the only part this blasted computer will detect, but if I don't fix the thing soon, it'll blow the whole cabin out. Then, I've got an even bigger problem to fix!"

Thomas simply responded with a short "Oh." He was good with computer tech, but mechanical labour wasn't his strong suit.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, there is something you can do." said Demexin hauling his toolkit out the hatch. "You can go up to your captain and tell him that he might need to find new sleeping arrangements for the next six months if the goddamn computer doesn't seal the upper tier cabins!"

And with that, Demexin stormed off. Thomas took a small cloth out of his shirt pocket and wiped his brow. This was going to be a bad day.

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

The pneumatic doors to Main Engineering hissed open as James aproched. Once through the doors he pause for a moment to catch his breath, and then preceded to question the person closest to him, a Ferrex to his right, as to what exactly was going on. "Everyones asking that same question. I don't know".

James let out a sigh of exasperation. "Well wheres Demexin?" Surely the Cheif of Engineering would be able to enlighten them."No one's sure." The alien responded "We think he's over in-"

But James would never hear the rest of that sentence, because just then Demexin burst through the door, glowing the color of a searing hot bon fire. Emmediatly the Astrid was attacked from every direction with the same question.

"Quite!" the Cheif screamed. Everyone in to room fell silent. "You two" he said, jabbing a finger at James and the Ferrex beside him "suit up and follow me".

Suit up? James thought, and it was only then that he noticed the pressure suit that Demexin wore, with the helmet tucked beneath his left arm.

"Yes, sir" he and the Ferrex said in unison, and they both ran to get their own suits on, the croud parting to make a path.

 

[retyopy]

Underveen woke from his sleep and slammed his head against the bunk. He moaned in pain, and spent a few minutes rolling about, clutching at his head. When he finally stopped, he grabbed his pills off a table, popped one in his mouth, stuffed them in a pocket of his robes, and pushed out the door. "Oh, I'm a diplomat, I don't have a formal station, why do I even have to this, I want to sleep!" Never the less, he found himself scuttling down to Main Engineering, complaining the whole way. "Now what do I do? Oh, people are suiting up in pressure suits, the cheifs gone mad, and..." He was cut off by a cold glare from the rest of the crew. "Alright," he muttered, "No need to be cross."

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

James trudged down the hall as one in a group of eight, the three engineers plus five marines. Walking in a pressure suit was awkward at best but he managed, though the welding equipment on his back and belt didn't help. While they where suiting up in Engineering, one of the alien diplomats had barged into the room, bitching about this and that. Doesn't that idiot have a better place to be? James had thought.

That had been a few minutes ago, and now they, with the marines, where heading towards Cabin 5. As he walking down the hall a Crelm approached him expressing a will to help.

James stopped walking to address the Crelm. "We're going to evacuate and seal off the bow-side part of this deck. You can help with that, but once that's done you should let us take care of it."

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

James heard an explosion and turned around. A console on the wall had apparently short circuited and exploded, hurting the Crelm and one of the marines. Because the deck was still pressurized while everyone evacuated, a small fire raged in the new hole in the wall. One crewman started for an extinguisher but James placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Don't bother, we're depressurizing this deck in a second anyway. Just get out." James had to raise his voice to be heard over all the other rabble, but the man heard him and hurried away.

James then turned to the downed marine. The Crelm was already checking his vitals. "How is he?" he said, once more speaking up. The Crelm didn't need to say anything though, as one look through the marines visor revealed that he was not only unconscious, but also bleeding through a gash in his forehead. James looked at the Crelm. "Can you get him to the infirmary?"

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

While the Crelm was gone, Demexin had said that everyone was evacuated. "Get out and seal the doors behind you. This area is about to be depressurized so that we can start welding the hole shut. Thanks for your help, but hear on out you and the marines will only get in the way, no offence of course." James hoped he hadn't offended him, he really did appreciate his help with everything.

 

[Soviet Heavy]

Thomas was watching the inspection team from the viewing monitor on the bridge. He'd hopped up a few minutes earlier to tell the captain what was happening, and then got to work running diagnostics.

"Lisa, run the recordings of deck tier one over from the past hour. See if we can figure out what caused the leak."

"Initializing scans, Mr. Anderson. One moment please..... Approximately thirty two minutes prior to Cabin Five's air leak, biometric security layers detected an unauthorized life form tampering with the internal pressure controls. Additionally, there has been an explosion in Corridor Two, near the site of the initial leak."

Oh great, thought Tom. A saboteur.
"Is there any footage of the perpetrator entering or exiting Cabin Five, Lisa?"

"One moment.... negative. There is no record of any access to Cabin Five during the requested period, Mr. Anderson."

Damn, he thought. How did someone get in then? He moved over to the comm table next to the monitor. "Demexin? Are you in position yet? We've got a problem. Lisa's telling me it's sabotage, not faulty wiring."

Demexin answered over the comm. "Yeah, one marine got hit already. Lime's taking him to the infirmary. Give the signal to close off the bulkheads and depressurize Deck Tier One."

"Got it. Lisa, seal it off."

"At once, Mr. Anderson. Attention all personnel. Emergency depressurization of Deck Tier One will commence in One Minute Thirty Seconds. All personnel not assigned to the inspection team, please vacate Deck Tier One."

Thomas watched through the monitor as the heavy bulkheads slammed shut behind Demexin and his six remaining crew members. The air was slowly let out, indicated by the streams of oxygen being released from the pipelines. Soon, Demexin responded.

"Deck is depressurized. We're in."