The Second Race Wars

Nariis

Post by Nariis »


The day was progressing routinely as the fleet of ten Nijarin ships sped silently through space, having received their orders to bolster the defenses already in place near the WQ Human warp. Nariis felt a ripple roll through the ship a second before the comm burst into a frenzy of activity. Although her Nijarin language skills were still rudimentary, she could pick out a few key phrases that sent a shiver down her spine. "Batan Hhuta! We are under attack!" ((Batan being Nijarin equivalent of Captain)) Nariis willingly gave ground to the regular Nijarin officer, backing against a bulkhead and bracing herself as the ship began to buck under heavy fire.

Time grew fluid as Nariis and the other humans on the bridge stared at the viewscreen, watching as the rest of the fleet was decimated around them. Nariis watched as nearly a hundred escape pods fell away from the ships and disappeared in tiny sparkles of warp. "To your pods!" Batan Hhuta cried out to the humans, sparing them the breifest of glances as he took over the weapon controls after the weapon officer collapsed beneath a fallen beam. Nariis and the others were unable to move though, transfixed by the carnage displayed on the screen.

The ship shuddered and rolled harder as more of the attacking ships focused on the two remaining ships. Suddenly, without warning, they broke off and ran. Before they disappeared, two more volleys were sent to the ships, penetrating the hulls of both and sending out a noxious gas that knocked out human and nijarin alike.
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Stories flowed into the port as tails of battles flow threw the corridors. " You hear about the federation getting robed blind, right under threw noses" "I hear the creonti sent out all there devastators and was taking out anyone who looked at them wrong" "The underground weapons trades have gone up big time, if your not in a trader your missing out on a fortune"
The information doesn't cease. For those pedaling in information, only the maximum size of there bank accounts hold them back. ***Peacekeeper gets up from the bar and starts walking back to his ship. The rooms on the port are much better to sleep in. But with everything that's been going on sleeping with your finger on the jump button seems a lot safer. Walking down the hall, you cant do much but listen or act and being as drunk as I am now, I think listening would be the safer bet. Mind you, many people have died, just for listening. Nothing safe, only safer...
A group of humans stumbled by, not far in front of a well armored guard escort, more than likely heading to the brig. "you people think you have it, living your lives deep in space. Nobodies safe, no matter how far out you are. This war will stretch to every corner of the universe and will take everyone's lives, a new order will be brought to you all. But which order you want. One run by fear of the underground, or by
the federation. The federation helps all, the governments the rest. Why fight against the inevitable." Just then the guard hit the human in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. The guard man leaned over and spoke quit loudly into the mans ear as he huffed for oxygen. "Your only right is to remain silent and silent you will remain"
*** Peacekeeper passes down the last corridor down to the docking ring which houses his ship *** Federations vs Underground, Race government vs everyone else. One trying to control, the other to maintain. But who will maintain control, and who will control that which attempts to maintain
the diminishing stability that is this universe.
*** the docking bay door open to peacekeepers ship and peacekeeper sits in the cockpit of his ship... Computer, inform me of any anomalous energy signatures, and rig into the ports emergency lines, first sign of trouble, warp to my safe haven location... Yet another day ends. How many more will I be able to see and count down, before this war really does take everyone out.
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"WQ-DT 2 through 10 follow me into sector 879 on my count, upon entering DO NOT fire, we will use our invisibility to our advantage well we weigh our options," commanded Siege with sterness," understood?"

"Understood sir!" Responded the 9 ships in unison.
"Enter now," Siege commanded. Siege was a strict commander, but in battle situations held his composure very well, and although many members of his fleet may not have liked Siege, they all recognised that he made them better pilots. The fleet of 10 Dark Mirage's entered sector #879 leaving the remainding 20 on call in #878.

The earlier readings had been right, it was a small fleet of 6 Federal Guards, all piloting the feared collosus Ik'Thorne Mother Ship. Siege's ships artificial intelligence interrupted his thought "Incoming Transmisson, Should you choose to accept Commander Siege?"

"I accept," Said Siege promptly.
The satellite display appeared on Sieges communication screen and a face that Siege recognised appeared...








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As Itchnov spead towards the location Feanor had specified he contacted Thevian Headquarters requesting a Carapace fleet to support him in rescuing the remaining ships. Headquarters quickly agreed and dispatched the ships towards the location.

Itchnov approached the area carefully, scanning as he went along. As he entered the sector containing the Nijarin ships Itchnov saw a Alskant ship salvaging parts from the decimated fleet. Itchnov fired a warning shot at the Alskants with his EM Flux Cannon and the Alskant ship ran away quickly. Itchnov examined the last two Nijarin ships which were still whole. Itchnov saw that a few of the Humans on the ships had revived but all of the Nijarins were still knocked out. He sent a message to each of the ships and was eventually replied to by one of the Humans that had been in the bridge of one ship. The message, which was text only due to the ship's communication system barely working, read: "Most of the systems are offline. We were attacked by the Creonti, before leaving they attacked us with some sort of chemical weapon which knocked us all out. The Humans on board seemed to be more resistant to it as most of us have awakened. We are attempting to get our primary power system back online but it may take a while. The ventilation and life-support system is fortunately still running and has gotten the gas cleared out of the air but we need to somehow revive the living Nijarin crew-members. Any crew that you could spare to help us out would be really appreciated." After reading the message Itchnov sent some engineers and medics over to the Nijarin ship. Itchnov never recieved any reply from the second ship so just assumed that its communications system was not functioning. He decided to send a crew over to the other ship as well after scanning it again to make sure there was none of this gas left. Itchnov decided he might as well just sit back and wait for the Carapace fleet to arrive and his teams on the other ships to report. He hoped the Carapaces would arrive soon as he thought more about the Alskant ship he had let run away.
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Vober sat at his normal rest location, a bar, as he suddenly stopped talking. He pulled out his small side pistol and quickly stood and turned. He pointed the gun directly at an alskant that recently came in silently.
"Stop right there mister"
"Wha-what, we-wwwere allies"
Vober Pointed his laser pistol at the alskant leg and shot. Fortunently the pistol was set to light stun...
"Come here you big idiot, didnt even recognize your old friend" A smile spread across Vober's face as he came out of the shadow.
" Oww, d***it, I should have know it was you, I hate when you do that."
"Heh, come on Zaroku, we smuggled together for years, you should have known it was me." The two shook hands and then embraced.
"So how is it going?" Vober looked at his friend, wondering why he had come.
"Actually I was looking for you, I have something you may want to see." The two walked to a dock and onto Zaroku's ship, a Alskant Trip Master, fitted with hidden cargo holds.
"Here..." Zaroku opened a hidden cargo hold to reveil a large piece of scrap metal, It looked normal, but when a light was put on it letters could be seen. ' NIJ Xaurnik', the capital ship of a large Nijirin fleet......
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Nariis coughs and groans, pushing debris away from her as she clambers to her feet. The deck tilts crazily as her head swims from the remnants of the gas. Careful not to trod on any other prone bodies, she makes her way over to the environmental controls, glad to see that the ventalation system was still working. Switching the vents on to clear out the gas, she turns and surveys the bridge. A few other humans were coming around, but the Nijarin showed no sign of waking any time soon. Nariis knelt next to one and felt for a pulse. Satisfied that they were still simply unconscious, she stood up again to survey the damage. The viewscreen was offline and the communication center was damaged by a fallen support beam.

Glad that she had a passing knowledge in Nijarin mechanics, she crawls beneath the control center, opening up a panel to begin the process of juryrigging the board back together for minimal communications. A noise by her feet announce the presence of another human, Mihal, rubbing his head gently. "Do you think you can fix the comm?" Nariis grunts as she tugs a wire free, then pauses to look up at him. "I believe I can. It won't be much though. Why don't you and the others see to the Nijarins? See who is still left alive after that attack, and if anyone knows how to fix the viewscreen. I don't know about you, but I don't like sitting here deaf and blind." She bites back a curse as she shocks herself on a live wire, shaking the feeling back into her hand.
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Itchnov watched the rescue crews dock with the Nijarin ships. The first team to report in was on the ship named the Muwor, which still had a working communications system. They said that the Humans were waiting for them at the docking port and had taken them directy to the main deck and put them to work on the power system. The medics sent were still trying to determine how to revive the Nijarin safely but should be able to soon.

About an hour later the Carapaces arrived to secure the area around the Nijarin ships. They also sent engineers to the ships to determine if it would be possible to grapple to the ships and tow them to Federal space.

Itchnov watched the Carapaces working around him to clean up and salvage whatever they could as he waited for the team he had sent to the Xarnot to report in. They had reached the ship over 8 hours ago and had still not communicated with his ship. He decided that they must be having troubles getting communications going and had the Carapace closest to the Xarnot send another group in to see if they could help out. It had been 20 hours since Itchnov had slept so he went to his quarters and layed down. He had a hard time getting to sleep worrying about the crew aboard the Xarnot but eventually fell asleep.
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Mihal had taken a few humans with him to explore the ship and access the damage. As they were passing by one of the docking ports, they heard the unmistakable sounds of a ship latching on to them. Mihal silently curses the lack of hand weapons as he and the others take up positions around the door. One of the others picks up a piece of molding, hefting it experimentally. Mihal and the others follow suit, waiting as the door hisses open.

Their defensive attack falls short as a group of Thevians in their body armor walk through the door. "Easy there buckos...we are here to help. We've been trying to hail you to let you know that help was coming." He turns and points to the Thevians behind him, their armor varying in design and complexity. "According to the communication we got from the Muwor, the Nijarins are still out cold from whatever gas was used. I've brought over a team of medics to treat them and a team of engineers to help access the damage and repair what can be repaired."

Mihal relaxes and slumps against the bulkhead. "Thank the stars for your arrival. We were on our way to access the engine room. There are four more humans up on the bridge. One is working on the communications array, but she hasn't had much luck. The others were separating the dead from the living." Mihal points towards the bridge, then looks back at the Thevian team leader. "Can you spare a few to help us in the engine room? None of us are really trained in Nijarin mechanics." The Thevian nods and points to three others to follow Mihal. "Tsuka, Versal, and Protn will go with you and see if the engines can be repaired enough to get you to the nearest port. The rest of us will be up on the bridge."

Nariis is muttering curses under her breath as the Thevian team enters the bridge. She had tried as many bypasses as she could, but the communications still remained down. Once she had gotten a burst of static that signalled some hope, but it quickly died, leaving her in a foul mood. A metal encased foot taps her foot and she jumps under the console, banging her head. "Damn it! Now what?" She pokes her head out from under the console and blinks in surprise at the Thevian team. "Where'd you come from? Never mind...I'm guessing that you are the calvary." She pulls herself to her feet, brushing dust and soot off her uniform. "I'm Deputy Lieutenant Nariis, attached to the Nijarin fleet to serve as translator and backup communications officer. Right now I'm trying to get the communications back up, but I'm having difficulty. The viewscreen is down as well."
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Tsuka followed the Human called Mihal as he lead them towards the engine room. Tsuka disliked Humans, thinking they were dishonorable and weak. He did however, support his government in their alliance and did not kill the Human that hit him with a chunk of the wall. He found their little attack quite entertaining though and wondered who the Humans thought might be trying to invade the weak Nijarin ship. He asked Mihal this and he replied by telling Tsuka that they thought the Creonti might have come back. Tsuka just laughed at this and went back to his thoughts. Tsuka was glad he had taken the time to examine the specs of the Nijarin engines. He just wanted to get the job done and get out of there; the Nijarin ship disgusted him. As the group entered the engine room they were greeted by stares from the Humans trying to repair the ship. Tsuka just ignored them and went to work with the rest of the Thevians to repair the engines.
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Nariis sighs in relief as Ritna kneels down in her body armor to help get the communications back up. Confident that the communications will be back up shortly, Nariis moves to help the Thevian medics with the Nijarins. It had been nearly twelve hours after the attack and the Nijarins still showed no sign of reviving any time soon. The viewscreen was beyond simple repair, and without it, they would have a hard time navigating...provided the engines could be repairs.

Eight hours after the Thevian crew had boarded, they were finally able to make contact with their lead ship. Ritna handled the conversation, while Tsuka hovered in the background. "The Xarnot is in bad shape sir. We've managed to get communications back up, but the engines are dead. We would have to either tow them out of here, or evacuate the ship and destroy it. The Nijarins themselves are finally coming around, but they have suffered many fatalities, mostly in the engineering section. What would you have us do sir?"
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