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(NULIN! GO, GO, GO! NULIN! GO, GO, GO!) |
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"This is Craft Alpha-Delta-Charlie, do you come in Command?" Asked the commander of the first Small USSC Craft to be fitted with the cloaking capabilities of the larger ships. "Roger that, commence operation Kronus." Reported the Lab operator sitting behind the Glass, watching as the last piece of the Kornus's Sled was put in place. "Chevron 5 locked." They heard in the backround from the dialer. "Chevron 7 locked, you're good to go Kronus." Reported the General of the facility, looking into the shimmering pool... well, Wormhole.
The Kronus barged forward, abruptly stopping right after it had started, then. The booster rockets launched, propelling it half a mile in little under a second. Within seconds it vanished from existence, appearing in some faraway world.
-Denom IV, Andromeda Galaxy-
A craft the size of a fighter appeared from nowhere, rocketing out of a nearby planet and quickly disappearing. A small airtight crate had been jettisoned before it disappeared however. |
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-PYTHON-
"I am update carrier.. SEVEN FOUR SEVEN SEVEN EIGHT SEVEN SIX SEVEN NINE SEVEN ZERO SEVEN ONE SEVEN NINE SEVEN NINE EIGHT TWO THREE FOUR SEVEN." The thing said.
(UPDT CARRIER 7477876797071797982347) |
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Ship Designation [Name]: K-94 or Kronus by it's developers
Class Designation: Kronus Class Espionage Craft
Armaments: Dual 50mm Vulcan Cannons for Atmospheric Combat, Spider's web missles (Backwards launching missles that explode sending hundreds mirrors everywhere, which lasers then reflect off of immobilizing or destroying a swarm of chasing craft.)
Hull/Shielding: Naquadah-Trinium-Titanium-E-95 Alloy (Provides incredible strength to incoming ballistic rounds while still providing the benefits of E-95.)
Engines: Dual XE-942 Ionic Engines (Providing incredible speed)
Missle Bay: 8 Spider's Web missles which can be launched simultaneously, independently, or in pairs.
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Sitting on the command deck of the Icarus with his arms slowly unfurling, Epotus' strange form waited.
Nulin continued his run, before he slowly sped down, and panted again. He dropped to his knees, and crawled into an abandoned den hole. He huddled into the corner of the room, and fell asleep with his back pressed against the corner, with the device placed to see all around him. |
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Several strange creatures emerged, standing infront of Ikaria. Whom sat there in human form, bored. |
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The short creature slowly stood, and turned on it's 'heel' to Ikaria. It focused it's 'eyes' upon Ikaria's. In truth, it didn't have eyes. |
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(I hate how long it takes for me to download games off of steam... I accidentally deleted Dawn of War 2's content from my comp so now I have to redownload it... and it took me like... I think 10 hours last time...) |
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Epotus' quiet, whispered voice echoed into Ikaria's ears, and her mind."I understand that you are like me. A parasite. An infection. An EVOLUTION." |
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"That's alot of sevens..well, you still entered the Doshan navy's flagship without proper identification. Any reason why?" the leader stated, then asked. |
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(Woot... I convinced my Parents not to make me go to the Final Exam make-up halfday tomorrow...)
"Cloaking systems operational, beginning Search & Rescue operation for the USS Vulcan." Reported Commander, setting autopilot for the Vulcan's jump coordinates.
(Lets just say that the White hole's died down enough to where it can atleast safely explore what used to be Terra's space. Also... I love that the essay for the Science Final Exam was opinion about the Constellation Program... it really helped me not miss 20 points.)
Gheno pushed a switch on his control panel. Sit sliding downward, into the cabin below. He got up, the seat moving back up resuming it's position in the coc-pit. Gheno walked toward the back of the craft, observing the detectors in it's spare room, nearly blocking out the small kitchen and removing many needed supplies for it. They only had enough food for a one-day journey, they'd need to make it count.
While other nations had been researching more mundane things, the USSC had been researching the pinacle of detection technology. A small device autonomously shoots out small rounds, equipped with a beacon on them it monitors it's movement. Should there be a craft, cloaked or not, it's gravity would affect the direction of the round enough for detection, the more it moves the larger the object, simple as that.
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Ikaria waved her hand, symbolizing to her servants to step down. She then got up from her chair, walking closer to Epotus. "What does it matter to you?" She asked questionably. |
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(They won't find anything, I don't think. First, most of it was destroyed by the Destruction's HHPC, before the computer self-destructed the rest. And then the white hole would have torn apart the rest. As said, the Milkey way is no longer all that milkey, there is now only about 5% of the star systems that used to make up the galaxy, and those are on the outer rim and uninhabitable.)
The pilot was still writhing on the floor, but a little less vigorously now. The navigator, who also controlled the direction and tilt of the FS/SS launchers on the TK-V01, picked up the pilot's Data-scan and ran it over him again. His nanodrones had moved on to the stage that the nanos in himself had been at last time they had checked. He ran it over himself. "Antigen detected, begin removal sequence... sequence initiated. Antigen removal begins, in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Antigen removal systems online. Spraying antibodies." |
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(I was planning on having them find some kind of signature left from the wormhole and use it to identify where they traveled.) |
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"Crashed here in FIGHTER SEVEN NINE ONE NINE EIGHT TWO NINE THREE NINE NINE NINE THREE FOUR NINE.)
(Fighter 79198293999349) |
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"Hm. Could you follow me to the bridge? I'm sure the captain would like to see you." the leader asked, waiting for the thing's reply. |
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"Al... All... Alright." The thing said. |
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(Possible, I suppose. How the Swift Drive works is pretty much classified, though anyone who owns a data-scanner or particle analyser can find out how it works. Something along the lines of a special type of antimatter that is aligned with space, and when it's spun round in a circle with magnets, extremely quickly, it generates a wormhole. I suppose you might find trace elements of the same type of antimatter that were spewed from the wormhole. After a week, they tend to suface. After a month, they fade away again.) |
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"Good. Men, weapons down." he commanded, as he was walking to the elavator. The door opened before he got there and squads 1 and 4 came out. "Weapons down, the thing is friendly." he said, chuckling at the mens expressions when they saw the thing. "Hop in in the elevator." he told the thing. |
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The thing took it literally, and jumped in. The elevator tugged downwards, and went back up. |
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"Woah there, it was a figure of speech." the leader said, chuckling even more. He pressed the button labeled BRIDGE, and the elevator slowly creaked up with the extra weight. |
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The thing examined the elevator. |
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The leader noticed this, and asked "Have you ever been in an elevator before?" |
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"Really? How ol.d are you?" he asked. |
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