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A new station, New comrades (WIP TITLE); 1/24/2011 Roleplay
Topic Started: Jan 24 2011, 11:11 AM (32 Views)
Dani
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Year: 5468. The space station "Nexus" is currently in orbit over the planet Penates, which is currently under the occupation of the Separatist Forces, a group of allied alien forces building an empire throughout the Andromeda Galaxy. A treaty has been signed among the Separatist Forces and the Liberation, an army that originated from the planet Terra as it spread among the many galaxies of the Alpha Quadrant. This treaty allows the Liberation access to most territories ruled by the Forces, but doesn't allow them to interfere with relations on the planets in the territories. The Supreme Court of the Liberation is currently searching for a loophole in which they can release the planet currently in orbit from it's occupation of the Forces without causing a war. If there is one.


Among the deck in central command, a humanoid man sat in a chair, a step below another chair(almost a throne, in some cases). The man sat, relaxed with his arms on both armrests. He was a thin man, tall, and his hair clean and slicked back. It was black. He had on a uniform, form fitting and his ranks showing 3 strips, meaning Lieutenant commander. His boots were shined to a T, and his uniform was in wonderful shape. His face was a true anomaly. His irises in his eyes were a beautiful, pure blue, and he did have pupils. His nose was much less defined, as was his entire face. It was soft and had little to no curvature, and nostrils that lacked reason for being there, because he had no lungs. His lips were thin, barely noticeable, and there was barely any wrinkles to show aging of any kind. To top it odd, he hadn't taken the time to form eyebrows, deeming them useless to him. He had a strange, yet alluring look, though he didn't understand humans or humanoids enough to understand allure, himself. His face was blank, stone, and he sat in silence, awaiting the opportunity to give his stubborn two cents in.

There was quite a tall man in the doorway of the central command. Fieldirex with quite a weird name, but no actual last name actually meant something which it was usually associated with they came from a background superiors didn't want to mention. He had two robotic legs that seemed striped with a long line of silver lights on the sides. They had the shape of legs in combat pants. Also there was his one quite noticeable right arm, which seemed to be humongous. There was a circular attachment it to it from the wrist that took up to close to the robotic arms elbow. From being circular it was obvious it had weapon attachments. His actual human part, well one part that everyone was unsure about except the medical, and commander was his muscles.He had an actual eight pack and his left arm seemed quite ripped; although it did appear he had many scars that told a story of why he got his cybernetics. Long one over the left eye, a shred scar from shoulder length down to wrist, and one no one could see from the military shirt cover up of the long X scar on chest and back.

Standing in front of a big screen in the central command room was Dante Nanali. He was scanning the system to make sure that everything was working alright. He looked completely human, standing 6 feet tall, with pale skin. His hair was lightly greased back, a jet black color, with two blond streaks going on the left and right side of his head. He looked at his uniform, and wiped some dust off of it lightly, showing his crest, showing that he was the chief technician. As the scans were finishing up, he turned to Cal. "All finished with the scans,Sir. Would you like me to check anything else?"

Cal's attention was now directed at Dante, who had been spending his time scanning the memory data of the entire hard drive of the computer, looking double checking it's stasis. "Make sure you also scan the security sector's holding cell pass codes," he said, his voice gruff, and stern, "we know how our friend's like to operate in that sector. They could be bugging the system as we speak." He said, almost in disdain. He had a strong sense of justice, which was one of his more prominent details known around the Nexus.

The lift got to the top of the deck, and in waltzed a average sized woman, her hair was red, and had large curls. Her eyes were brown, and her build was thin, average breasts and hips. She was a human, that was for sure. No alien-like qualities visible on her. She had a Liberation uniform on, and a badge rank signifying she was a specialists. Her badge indicated she was a Science officer. She looked at the head of security as she passed him. "Good morning, Field," A smile graced her pretty face and her tone was light, and friendly, "how are you today?" She asked as she took her seat behind a desk of blinking lights, and touch screens, everything she needed to know what was what.

More rather out of habit than an actual habit he saluted with his normal hand. "I'm doing alright Ma'am, and so are all the cybernetics. They haven't failed and I believe I wont need any actual maintenance." The one weird thing to many scientists were that his cybernetics weren't exactly outdated, but could use newer models which he apparently didn't get any new parts for them. It was obvious to tell it was his decision as of to why his parts didn't become all rather 'shiny' like other cybernetics people had. Then again his combat record did show being almost spotless except for a few bad scrapes and such here and there. Its one of the only few times where medical and science actually have to work together on something.

Dante nodded,hearing his superior officer's command. He faced the big screen again, this time entering a code that unlocked a map on the screen. He began to tap off all the security checkpoints, protocols, and the pass codes, to verify they were up to date, and running smoothly and efficiently. As they began to scan, he turned, seeing the medical officer. "hello Miss", he said, as he felt his heartbeat increase a bit. As his heart raced, he began to give off a strong magnetic field, and his hand that was on the keyboard, became stuck to it, being magnetized. As he tried to lift his hand to wipe his forehead, he realized his hand wouldn't budge. "wha-- what in the--?..."

She nodded toward her fellow specialist, the technician, as he greeted her. She knew him, only slightly. This space station had only been around for about a month now, and she wasn't familiar with all of the people in the command center, aside from the few higher ups and a few people on her own level she met in training. She looked back to the security officer, her smile still planted firmly on her face. "Well if you do, you know where to find me." She said, laughing quietly. He was so serious, it was funny to her.

Cal noticed that Dante seemed to be having an issue, and raised his eyebrow-less brow, staring at him. "Problem, Chief?" He said, almost sarcastically. Humanoid. huh.

His eyebrow rose up when he heard her laugh. It was kind of weird to him considering she always seemed to giggle at his 'seriousness'? Then again he never had much of a civilian life to begin with. If you would have asked him about any weapon he could answer, but ask him anything about from the john to clothes he wouldn't know what the right answer is and probably wouldn't have a good opinion on it.

Dante looked at Cal. "it's not funny-- it really won't come off.." He said, as he continued to pull, his face turning red. He sighed, and stopped struggling. "I don't get it-- what can be doing this?!"

Cal scoffed, and shook his head, groaning a bit as he stood and walked, a straightforward, serious walk, toward Dante at his control center. "Honestly, I'll never understand you humanoids..." He muttered, as he got to him, and grabbing hold of his wrists, pulling them away from the screen.

She looked at her screens, and began moving her hands over the touch screens, thinks blinking here and there. She stared at one screen. "Lieutenant Commander, there's a ship that's requesting docking. Should I give them the go-ahead?" She looked over at Cal, seriously now.

Cal stopped assisting his technician and looked over at Saga, a serious expression. "Registration number?"

She looked back to the screens, reading off, "A422-078 from the Beta Quadrant, Genova Galaxy."

"Approve the docking." He looked over at the head of security, Field. "Field, would you care to accompany me down in greeting our guests. You can inspect the ship for any problems, while we're there." It was more of a request. He couldn't force the head of security to do anything, of course, unless it interfered with the Liberation's code of conduct.

He shook his head in acknowledgment. "From my observations I believe this place should be well guarded enough for a short amount of time." He began to go into the direction as of to which Cal was going to head towards.

Cal headed in the direction of the lift, which would take them to a station's area of commerce, bars and halls, leading to another hallway that would take them to a docking area. He walked silently, ignoring the humanoids that they passed through the "marketplace" as some endearingly called it.

Field only took small, brief moments looks here and there at the merchandise around the ship. It was weird for him to be into people things since being a cyborg and such he never felt fully as a person. Then again that also involved his childhood as well. "Sir Cal if you don't mind me asking of your opinion on this matter. What is the situation involving the docking ship?" He was curious since it came out of the blue for him.

"Well," Cal began, huffing for a moment, as it was a matter that really seemed to get under his skin. Well, it was annoying anyways. "There has been a lot of illegal smuggling in the Genova galaxy. Things like delirium, a precious energy source to some planets, and nanobots and such. It's logical to take a closer look... wouldn't you think so?" He said, looking at Field, before looking forward once again.

"I don't know about logical maybe curious, but when you think about the smuggling its more wise to think of who did it before jumping into the storm. Then again its been quite a while since I've actually busted anyone for a crime I'm mostly all battle. Either way Sir Cal I'll make sure to be on guard involving this matter." He exclaimed, as he simply kept following Cal; although he really didn't know what to think of Cal. He only knew some people spoke about not getting along with him, but others admiring his sense of justice.

Cal simply continued to stare forward where he walked. "It's just a routine sweep through their ship. To make sure everything is up and running in the correct order." He said, almost mischievously. But those who knew him knew he only did regular and sarcastic tones, rather than having any type of variety.

"Alright." He simply replied with that one word. He had a funny nickname but a private Get-go, as in simply he's ready to go at all times for everything. Whether it be trap to a nuclear bomb, but that was what he was known for in his record was stopping a bomb. Not quite nuclear, but something along the lines of causing massive damage.
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