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Skyhawk
Real Space

Arianeira gave a dry laugh. "It should do. It was about half an hour ago. We're now off-planet about 5 minutes from the main starport for Kyralia. We had to get out of the area as your ship was like a homing device for anyone in the area." She noticed Stratford's movement and released the force field holding him down and slammed her hand down on the touchpad, impatiently letting herself into the room and surveying him with a frown. "I thought it best to remain here so that we could talk before we arrived. I have to admit that it is not likely to be a warm welcome for you on Kyralia. More than a few of them have heard of you."

Skyhawk
Real Space
Near Kyralia

"Your contact?" She queried with a frown, not allowing her expression to betray any emotion. She was slightly confused. What was he talking about? Kyralia didn't have customs as only ships whose identities were keyed into the Curtain Wall were allowed to reach the planet. Unless he meant the Council 'heavies' who liked to perform random checks. Not that they'd touch hers. She was a Captain in her own right and had recently been elected to the Council herself. Not that they might not revoke that when they see who I brought with me. She thought.

Skyhawk
Near Kyralia

"Oh." Arianeira said, still clueless. Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at him again. "We're going to need to decide on a story." She said, her mind already returning to the case at hand. "The Captains will probably recognise you and we will need to have a story that's convinving that Talon can corroborate with. Otherwise we're sunk. You'll be locked up, minimum -"

She didn't mention that instant death was far more likely, deciding that it wouldn't really help to enlist his support. "And I'll probably have my position tested, possibly revoked." Pirates had politics as much as the next group and popularity would heavily influence the view the Council had of this particular venture. Unfortunately, as Arianeira had not been back in a while, she had no idea where she stood, so nothing concrete to base her evaluation of the situation on.

Kyralia system
High orbit

500,000 kilometres out from the planet, space-time was ruptured. At first it was just a single point of immense gravity, no bigger than an atom. A picosecond later it was a wormhole, a perfect sphere, 80 metres in diameter. The wormhole collapsed and a spherical, black object, 53 metres in diameter sat motionless in space where the wormhole had been. Jump nodes receded inside the objects hull and sensor blisters extended, taking in the information from space all around it. Thermo-dump panels extended next, dumping excess heat sustained from the jump. The vessel identified itself to the systems space-flight control and requested a vector to move into dock with the nearest repair station. When it recieved the vector the ship began to accelerate in at a steady 20th of a gee, under power from its three fusion drives.

[He probably aims to. Rinak is thought of in the O/M, as one of the madder roleplayers. I, myself, am far past him. I'm a know maniac.]



Stratford shrugged, unconserned. "I have a smart ship. She'll find a way to get me. Even if she has to blow a hole in the shields."

[Edited this post to add this. I'm in a foul mood, and need to destroy something violently.]



The advance scanners picked something up. Decelerating from its speed, it found itself in proxmidity of a Naval vessel. Detecting the Hyperon, the Naval Heavy Dreadnought powered up, shielding and raiseing its defence status to Red. It was in the Hyperon's path. bad move.

Warning. Reunion with Captain hindered by FES Naval vessel. Requesting action from main database......... Corse of action decided.

The Hyperon raised its shields, at 50% of their full capasity. Although it weakened the shield, it would doubt its life. The weapons were pushed to full power. The ship powered up all ten Powerplants, to give power to the two large Partical Lasers, which span to target the enemys shield generaters, which a swift scan had shown, were locaated outside the ship, a kilometer from the engines. The heavy pulses of energy tore through space, followed by two more. While they made their way, the eight partical cannon, and twenty five anti-ship cannon, targeted the same area. If the shield projecter was already gone, the engines would be hit. As those fired twin shots, the two fusion missiles targeted the engines directly. There was a crack as they tore from their tubes, arching behind the energy. Pausing for several seconds, the twenty five Gatling Flak Cannons, and fifty Avenger 70mm Gatling Guns, locked onto the fuel tanks, which were, as standard in all FES heavy Dreadnoughts, powered by antimatter, as it gave them extra speed, to decide a battle.
With a shock of power, the four pulses hit the shield generater, blowing it into pieces. The following fire, aimed to be able to hit the engines too, tore at the engines, which may have coped, had the fusion missiles not tore into them, just behind the fuel tanks, opening the section of the hull in a terrific explosion. The small pulses of power tore into the now exposed fuel tanks. The Hyperon ignored calls of surrender, as it continued its hateful tirrade of fire. A third and forth fusion missiles were launched from reloaded missile tubes, arching off to plow into the tanks. As the antimatter met matter, the full tank exploded with enough power to level a city roughtly the size of Ipswich. The ship was, obviously, larger than Ipswitch, but the explosion spred, blowing circuits and such, as the weapons systems, being flooded with the same explosive power that had begun the universe, detonated. The Hyperon turned on the audio, to hear the screaming from the ships bridge, mentally cocking its head, then gave a mental 'shrug' at the weakness of all humans, except her captain, then re-engaged its engines at full power, plowing through wreakage, and dead bodies without pity. Lowering its shields when clear, the energy was converted back into engines, to allow the ship to return to its previous speed of 299,792,4580 meters per second. In all, the Hyperon had stopped for around two minutes, and was disgusted the fight had lasted that long.

[At this moment, the ship is the only thing preventing me going mad IRL, since its leting out mental annoyment. I'd rather have a ship with attitude problems, then go mad IRL, and hurt someone.
Unless you'd rather I did, ofcause?]



"Under half a day by now, if shes displacing matter into engines. If she pushes extra hard, she could be here within an hour, but she wouldn't do that, unless I specifically told her, via this implant." He tapped his head. "I can do it if you wish. Signify this by running a hand through your hair." He stopped talking as he regarded the face, although he probably couldn't see the Captain, from his position. The Captains eyes lay on Arianeira, taking in her posture while he waited for the signal. He eventually managed to get the implant connecting to the ship, smiling bitterly as he 'saw' the report on the fight the Hyperon had just been through.

Former Earth Ship Hyperon
Real Space

Noting the calm pulse that showed the Captains terminal was back online, the ship begun displacing more items to be used as engine power, pushing an extra 'light' from the ship.

Hyperdrive access.
Amber. Warning.
Calculating Ship repair status...
95%

Hyperdrive access.
Green
Calculating Ship repair status...
100%
Engage?

The question pulsed continuously.



"I got my implant re-activated," The Captain said, still wondering why the man from the viewpoint was so familiar. "She's travelling at 11 lights. I think she can do better..." he glanced up as if for a clock, then frowned, calculating. "If she displaced everything to use as engine power," The captain mumbled to himself, "She could do way better." He glanced at Arianeira, with a grin, "I can have her here in around 30 minutes, with luck. How long can you stall us?" Sitting back up, he tapped his head, closing his eyes. "Oh." he said simply. "Hyperdrives back online. Make that 10."

Former Earth Ship Hyperon
Real Space

The ships pulse went flat a moment, then back, flickering urgently. The Hyperon quieried, and was answered by three flashes. The ship begun to hum with power as it powered its shields, the hum faded as they were displaced. The same happened with the Weapons. Going through the Systems, less important Systems were displaced for more power, pushing the ship faster. The Hyperdrives begun to hum, being powered from the engines own power, pushing the twin drives inside around to almost 1 light alone. Combining the power, the ship exploded forwards. Had the ship had a speedometer, it would have been pushing towards 5,995,849,160,000 meters per second. If anyone could have stood on the Hyperon while at that speed, which would have been impossible due to; No speed to safty compensaters - The gagdget that stops you sliding around when the ship speeds up, Lack of Oxygen and other chemicals, and lack of gravity, even with the compensaters on, they would have been thrown clean into the rear of the ship, which housed Captain Stratfords armoury.
Anyway. The ship was no speeding at 5,995,849,160,000 M.P.S as it raced towards Kyralia. With a blue flash, that would be seen on Kyralia someday in the distant future, and mistaken as a supernova, the ship vanished into Hyperspace, which would increase the speed by a further 5 lights. 5,995,849,160,000 x 5,000 = 29,979,256,900,000,000 MPS.