Wolf
September 5th, 2008, 09:48 PM
This is something I typed up from my Sci-fi story I am working on. Basically its about the same molehole experiments the Draka were conducting in Drakon This time they stumble on the wrong world. I would greatly appreciate comments and critisms. And please point out any errors I made with the Draka tech or dialect. Thanks
The only difference between this and the other thread I posted is the title. I hope this one is more catchy :rolleyes:
ISNS William Wilberforce
Cook’s Star, Protectorate of the United Solar Empire
18 November 3228 AD
“It is now 1900 hours. One hour until lights out for B level crews. A level crews are now free to proceed to their nearest mess halls upon orders of their commanding officers. The Wilberforce has been on mission for twenty-two days. We will return to base in twenty-one days.” The boat’s speaker crackled and then the speaker went back to playing some Nirvana song from the last millennium.
“Well Andre, another day wasted out here looking for nada,” said Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenberg, “The Nicos would have to be fucking insane to attack the Empire here. It would be easier to attack Caldari and then use the wormhole terminus to attack our positions Solside.”
“I’m not going to argue with you there Will. But orders are orders and if we are in port we’d be stuck doing paperwork and the Libertarians and the Greens would have a fit of hives seeing all these tax dollars go to a ship that’s not out on patrol. And this beats budget cuts and paperwork and Parliamentary hearings,” said Lieutenant Commander Andre Ingondala the executive officer of the Wilberforce a Simon Bolivar class Heavy Cruiser.
“And the Reforms too. Why is it after almost 1400 years after his death we have to deal with Ross Perot’s lackeys’ or better yet Gingrich’s? Balanced budget my ass. Doesn’t anybody realize what is going on out there? That Brit from the Twentieth was right planned deflect spending. Ref’s and the Greenines want to stick their heads in the sand and the Libbie’s think the military ought to be up to the individual planets or Grand Duchies. Thank God the Progressive-Centrists have the majority and the Conservatives are scared enough to support them. And even they wouldn’t give a damn if they didn’t have ties to the defense contractors and the Nico’s would wipe their precious free-market off the face of universe.”
“Nobody ever said politicians had to make sense. But let me put it too you another way, this is what my father would call a milk run,” Ingondala said grinning a grin that looked all the brighter with his skin tone that was a perfect match for his space black Naval uniform.
Von Shrakenburg gave the chuckle of a career military man. For a millennium his family had fought; first for Hesse including one member who had become a mercenary and fought for the British during the American War of Independence, then the Unified Germany, and later sill the United States of Europe, and since 2035 the United Solar Empire.
The irony is that Andre his childhood friend, classmate at the Point, brother-in-law, and now XO was going to get promoted to flag rank before him and eventually wind up with a higher rank. It all came down to class, despite all the talk of equality in the United Solar Empire, nobility did matter and higher your rank the better you did.
While he was heir to a viscounty in Hesse Andre was heir to the Grand Duchy of Leisbeck on Mars, the second founded on the formerly Red Planet. And his sixth cousin was the Baron of Cape Town. Andre’s family had risen to power in the ANC during the days of Apartheid and several members had been to jail, including one who had been in prison with Mandela. It was a proud legacy of struggle for equality. Now in a way the tables had been turned. The black from South Africa was of a higher rank socially than the white man from the nation that once prided itself on being that master race, though they learned that falsity of that the hard way. Von Shrakenburg’s had fought in that war too, but they didn’t like to remember it. At least no one had served with the SS. Thank God there were few racists in the Empire.
Ingondala said, “Whose this guy, I know you, Mariana, and Tatajana have been teaching me about your music for twenty years, but all I remember is that this guy got shot five times.”
“This guy we are hearing is 50 Cent. And the song is…” Von Schrakenburg was cut off before he could finish.
“Con, tracking object bearing two-niner-zero on a trajectory towards bearing three-eight-four eta two-seven minutes”
Von Shrakenburg sat up sharply, “Nicosian?”
“No sir. Unless they’ve built a completely different boat from anything they currently have. The impeller drive specs are all wrong. In fact she doesn’t match any known nation’s specs,” said Tactical Officer Lieutenant (Senior Grade) Louise Sauer, “In fact we have no signs of a recent hyper transition. I know we have and I assume the Nicos too, been working on a way to disguise hyper transitions but neither one of us has been successful yet, sir and plus this doesn’t feel like a Nico raid, sir. And we do have a rather unusual energy signature near where the object appeared”
“Can you get any readings on them, Louise?” Von Shrakenburg asked.
“Yes, sir. They are coming in now. Well I’ll be damned. Sir, the boat doesn’t even have an impeller wedge. She’s not hyper capable. And I don’t know of a single star nation that would build a boat that wasn’t hyper capable or at the very least send it way the Hell out here.”
“This is making no sense why not to mention how a non-hyper capable ship could get way the Hell out here.”
“Sir, there’s more,” said assistant tactical officer Lieutenant, J.G. Ken Lujan, “She does have energy and nuclear weapons system but they are extremely…primitive. I’ve never seen anything like it. Even the Thayer has better weapons systems than this boat. Her active sensors aren’t that great and she has no passive sensors to speak of. Her computer system has no real firewall. I could easily get through and shut the entire boat down without trying too hard, wait there’s more she’s sending out a message. Let me bring in up.”
“Stahbase, stahbase, this is Cohotarch DASCS Diskarapur we’ve made it through th’ molehole. Awaitin’ further instructions, ovah”
“What the fuck. That was English but it makes no fucking sense. I’ve never heard of Diskarapur. You’re the geography whiz Andre have you ever heard of such a place?”
“Can’t say that I have, Will. And their accents didn’t sound right. Almost like someone from like American state of Georgia or North Carolina, but not at the same time. And Cohotarch sounds like a military rank, but no Navy I know of uses ranks like that. Not even the Nova Roman Navy. And they were wiped out during the last war.
Von Shrakenburg turned to Ken Lujan, “Ken can this boat see us?”
“No, sir. Her sensors are to primitive. If we keep a fifty thousand klick distance between us and this Diskarapur we should be fine.”
Von Shrakenburg grunted, “I say we send a message to her. What do you think, Andre?”
“I agree, sir. And if she does threaten us we can always open fire on her and destroy pretty easily.”
“Yeah, but I’d really like to take some prisoners. Wait! I got it! Ken can you shut down her life support and disable her. Basically turning her into a floating mass of steel?”
“Yes sir I can. Let me work on something here. Her computers are a closed system, which makes no sense to me. It basically defeats the purpose of the computer, but I can get a virus around even if their system is closed to outsiders. Its surprisingly primitive. Ok I got it sir. I can send the virus when you order me too.”
“Thank you Ken. You’re going to be the top computer man for the Navy one day. If you can keep this kind of stuff up.”
“Thank you sir,”
“Comm, prepare to send a message to the Diskarapur ‘To the DASCS Diskarapur this is Imperial Solar Navy Ship William Wilberforce I am Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenburg you have entered space tha is under the protection of the United Solar Empire. By the power that is invested in me by Her Imperial Majesty Empresses Maria Theresa II I hereby order you to heave-to and prepare for boarding, I repeat I you have enter United Solar Protected space.’”
Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenburg, Imperial Navy just sent a message that would change the face of the universe forever.
The only difference between this and the other thread I posted is the title. I hope this one is more catchy :rolleyes:
ISNS William Wilberforce
Cook’s Star, Protectorate of the United Solar Empire
18 November 3228 AD
“It is now 1900 hours. One hour until lights out for B level crews. A level crews are now free to proceed to their nearest mess halls upon orders of their commanding officers. The Wilberforce has been on mission for twenty-two days. We will return to base in twenty-one days.” The boat’s speaker crackled and then the speaker went back to playing some Nirvana song from the last millennium.
“Well Andre, another day wasted out here looking for nada,” said Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenberg, “The Nicos would have to be fucking insane to attack the Empire here. It would be easier to attack Caldari and then use the wormhole terminus to attack our positions Solside.”
“I’m not going to argue with you there Will. But orders are orders and if we are in port we’d be stuck doing paperwork and the Libertarians and the Greens would have a fit of hives seeing all these tax dollars go to a ship that’s not out on patrol. And this beats budget cuts and paperwork and Parliamentary hearings,” said Lieutenant Commander Andre Ingondala the executive officer of the Wilberforce a Simon Bolivar class Heavy Cruiser.
“And the Reforms too. Why is it after almost 1400 years after his death we have to deal with Ross Perot’s lackeys’ or better yet Gingrich’s? Balanced budget my ass. Doesn’t anybody realize what is going on out there? That Brit from the Twentieth was right planned deflect spending. Ref’s and the Greenines want to stick their heads in the sand and the Libbie’s think the military ought to be up to the individual planets or Grand Duchies. Thank God the Progressive-Centrists have the majority and the Conservatives are scared enough to support them. And even they wouldn’t give a damn if they didn’t have ties to the defense contractors and the Nico’s would wipe their precious free-market off the face of universe.”
“Nobody ever said politicians had to make sense. But let me put it too you another way, this is what my father would call a milk run,” Ingondala said grinning a grin that looked all the brighter with his skin tone that was a perfect match for his space black Naval uniform.
Von Shrakenburg gave the chuckle of a career military man. For a millennium his family had fought; first for Hesse including one member who had become a mercenary and fought for the British during the American War of Independence, then the Unified Germany, and later sill the United States of Europe, and since 2035 the United Solar Empire.
The irony is that Andre his childhood friend, classmate at the Point, brother-in-law, and now XO was going to get promoted to flag rank before him and eventually wind up with a higher rank. It all came down to class, despite all the talk of equality in the United Solar Empire, nobility did matter and higher your rank the better you did.
While he was heir to a viscounty in Hesse Andre was heir to the Grand Duchy of Leisbeck on Mars, the second founded on the formerly Red Planet. And his sixth cousin was the Baron of Cape Town. Andre’s family had risen to power in the ANC during the days of Apartheid and several members had been to jail, including one who had been in prison with Mandela. It was a proud legacy of struggle for equality. Now in a way the tables had been turned. The black from South Africa was of a higher rank socially than the white man from the nation that once prided itself on being that master race, though they learned that falsity of that the hard way. Von Shrakenburg’s had fought in that war too, but they didn’t like to remember it. At least no one had served with the SS. Thank God there were few racists in the Empire.
Ingondala said, “Whose this guy, I know you, Mariana, and Tatajana have been teaching me about your music for twenty years, but all I remember is that this guy got shot five times.”
“This guy we are hearing is 50 Cent. And the song is…” Von Schrakenburg was cut off before he could finish.
“Con, tracking object bearing two-niner-zero on a trajectory towards bearing three-eight-four eta two-seven minutes”
Von Shrakenburg sat up sharply, “Nicosian?”
“No sir. Unless they’ve built a completely different boat from anything they currently have. The impeller drive specs are all wrong. In fact she doesn’t match any known nation’s specs,” said Tactical Officer Lieutenant (Senior Grade) Louise Sauer, “In fact we have no signs of a recent hyper transition. I know we have and I assume the Nicos too, been working on a way to disguise hyper transitions but neither one of us has been successful yet, sir and plus this doesn’t feel like a Nico raid, sir. And we do have a rather unusual energy signature near where the object appeared”
“Can you get any readings on them, Louise?” Von Shrakenburg asked.
“Yes, sir. They are coming in now. Well I’ll be damned. Sir, the boat doesn’t even have an impeller wedge. She’s not hyper capable. And I don’t know of a single star nation that would build a boat that wasn’t hyper capable or at the very least send it way the Hell out here.”
“This is making no sense why not to mention how a non-hyper capable ship could get way the Hell out here.”
“Sir, there’s more,” said assistant tactical officer Lieutenant, J.G. Ken Lujan, “She does have energy and nuclear weapons system but they are extremely…primitive. I’ve never seen anything like it. Even the Thayer has better weapons systems than this boat. Her active sensors aren’t that great and she has no passive sensors to speak of. Her computer system has no real firewall. I could easily get through and shut the entire boat down without trying too hard, wait there’s more she’s sending out a message. Let me bring in up.”
“Stahbase, stahbase, this is Cohotarch DASCS Diskarapur we’ve made it through th’ molehole. Awaitin’ further instructions, ovah”
“What the fuck. That was English but it makes no fucking sense. I’ve never heard of Diskarapur. You’re the geography whiz Andre have you ever heard of such a place?”
“Can’t say that I have, Will. And their accents didn’t sound right. Almost like someone from like American state of Georgia or North Carolina, but not at the same time. And Cohotarch sounds like a military rank, but no Navy I know of uses ranks like that. Not even the Nova Roman Navy. And they were wiped out during the last war.
Von Shrakenburg turned to Ken Lujan, “Ken can this boat see us?”
“No, sir. Her sensors are to primitive. If we keep a fifty thousand klick distance between us and this Diskarapur we should be fine.”
Von Shrakenburg grunted, “I say we send a message to her. What do you think, Andre?”
“I agree, sir. And if she does threaten us we can always open fire on her and destroy pretty easily.”
“Yeah, but I’d really like to take some prisoners. Wait! I got it! Ken can you shut down her life support and disable her. Basically turning her into a floating mass of steel?”
“Yes sir I can. Let me work on something here. Her computers are a closed system, which makes no sense to me. It basically defeats the purpose of the computer, but I can get a virus around even if their system is closed to outsiders. Its surprisingly primitive. Ok I got it sir. I can send the virus when you order me too.”
“Thank you Ken. You’re going to be the top computer man for the Navy one day. If you can keep this kind of stuff up.”
“Thank you sir,”
“Comm, prepare to send a message to the Diskarapur ‘To the DASCS Diskarapur this is Imperial Solar Navy Ship William Wilberforce I am Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenburg you have entered space tha is under the protection of the United Solar Empire. By the power that is invested in me by Her Imperial Majesty Empresses Maria Theresa II I hereby order you to heave-to and prepare for boarding, I repeat I you have enter United Solar Protected space.’”
Commander Wilhelm Von Shrakenburg, Imperial Navy just sent a message that would change the face of the universe forever.