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Introduction; Unmarked Drifter Station, Deadspace, Alpha Quadrant
Topic Started: Wednesday, 30. July 2014, 23:15 (451 Views)
Hjorthorn
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In its relentless pursuit of the Sparta, the crew of Praesidium has learned of the Sparta's investigations into the rebirth of the Scion, and has now offered to accompany them in their journey. But across the galaxy, a massive war between countless factions has broken out, and rumours are spreading that the Maw has reawoken. Now confronted with a larger threat than any incursion from Andromeda, the crew must seek out the Galaxy's brightest minds for a way to destroy the Maw, the Executioner of Progress.

Meanwhile, Scion ships have been entering through the Hideaki rift and attempting to collect Scion Remnant to return to Citadel. Outraged by an attempt to return them from the collective, and deprive them of self-awareness, the Remnant has banded together and declared war on them. Elsewhere, the Alliance and New Conglomerate- reformed in the Delta Quadrant- have become allies in fear of unknown powers watching from Andromeda, as well as strange godlike beings appearing to various races and acting as guardians and advisers to them.

Along the rim of the Alpha Quadrant, a large and powerful human-founded faction called the Inquisition Syndicate has also made itself known, slowly spreading and conquering unadvanced societies along the overlooked edges of the galaxy. While they seem to be isolationist in nature, they are formidable and quick to aggression. Strange reports of rifts in space and time itself have also been discussed in hushed whispers across the galaxy, portals of raw void energy spoken of in fearful and reverent tones.

CHAPTER ONE: THE ASCENDANCY
SESSION 1

Glekick sat in the corner of the bar, glad to finally be on shore leave. It was hard enough that the people he had been hunting for the past year and a half where now his allies, but now the rumors that where starting to surface where disturbing.

The rumors shuck him down to the very fabric that he had built when he left his home, family, all to find out that being an atheist was possibly a mistake. He did not like it.

So to solve the problem, even if only for a few hours he had found this bar and was just finishing his fifteenth shot. At this point he was probably to drunk to know if they where still actually serving him alcohol. He slowly raised his hand for another.

Working with the enemy, galaxy slipping into war, and signs that the life he had left was coming back to be right. This was bull shit. He shock his head and downed the shot as soon as the waitress delivered it, and through slurred tongue, asked for another.

Harbinger strides in with He'drach, engaged in animated conversation with the bulky alien. They both look up to spot Glickek, and quickly make their way over to him. "Ah! Starkin!" booms He'drach, spreading his arms in greeting. "Have you heard the news?"


Gleckik looks up in a completely drunken state. "Whanews?" His vocal cords oscillating at such different frequencies that it was similar to a drunk man being imitated by another drunk.

He scoots over making room in the corner for the two men joining him, however he has just ordered his twentieth and twenty first shots of absinthe, and the waitress is looking distressed.

Dex sighed slowly as he enters the musky bar. It's been awhile since he's been on true Shore leave- Ever since he lost track of the Sparta's crew a few good missions ago, he roamed as a freelancer, taking odd jobs left and right to fund his pursuit of the Sparta. Now, he hoped he had finally tracked them down.

He looked around curtly, scanning the bar with the quick-draw precision that had helped him survive for years in odd situations. Nothing. Nobody he recognized. It was unfortunate, almost- He would just have to work harder to pin them down. Perhaps then, he could go rejoin the rest of the crew. He was sure of his information- Of course he was- but a small thread of doubt still remained as he pulled up a seat at the barstools, wiping off the thin layer of grime from the seat-cover.

He raised his hand curtly, staring downwards. "Bartender. Wodka. Put it on tab."

A sizeable glass of 220 Galactic Ultra soon slid his way as his eyesight adjusted to the Bar's low, dusty light. Listening intently, he soon focused on a conversation in the corner of the room.

Perhaps that would lead him back. Wouldn't it? The crew of Sparta had been negligent to talk about the new allegiance with their former hunters, though He'drach seemed to have adapted nicely.

He'drach spreads his hands grandly, speaking in a booming voice. "The Allegiance! The Alliance and Conglomerate, two former enemies, becoming aligned for the benefit of their people! I wonder," he continues, "if perhaps humanity will eventually even become a member of the Conglomerate."

Harbinger sits down while He'drach remains standing to speak.
Edited by Hjorthorn, Sunday, 3. August 2014, 21:56.
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Dex curtly nods at the man at his side, staring forward into his half-empty glass. "They... Probably have it, perhaps," He says in his thick Serb accent. "Then again, you not always know what you find on these, eh, 'Drifter' stations, yes?"
Turning and looking at the two aliens' competition at the table in the corner, he takes another slug of Vodka, thinking to himself. Think, Dex. That voice... Heard it before. Maybe. Long time ago.
Perhaps it was Sparta?
No, no, no, too obvious, too cursory, he thought. Have to be sure. Perhaps I should keep tabs for good measure...
"More Vodka?"
The voice of the bartender startled him awake, swiftly forcing him back into the real world. The smell of alcohol, the dim, dusted light around him, the ever-so-slightly sticky surface of the table all shocked him at once. He blinked, focusing, before snapping out a hurried response.
"Eh..- Yes. Hvala."
He waved him off as another glass slid his way, and he turned back to the other person seated beside him, sighing slightly. "Never knew much of Parents. Grew up in space- Ship to ship, see? Hard to know who your parents are when you have other problems to deal with. Heh."
Dex sighed as he took another drink. "Either way, I have problems of my own. A certain starship... What was it?... Sparta, I think. Left without me. Managed to escape, barely. Been tracking them ever since."
He narrowed his eyes at Harbinger in the corner of his vision. "I think i'm close."
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My head snaps to the side as the man speaks the name of his targeted vessel. "Sparta?" I ask, in my stern Cockney accent. "Could you describe the vessel for me?"
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Abandoning her hope of tasting the fruity tannins of Chateau Kog'nel, she instead orders a glass of the house white wine. The stuff is probably industrial grade alcohol with some fake oak flavouring and all that, but it does the job.
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I walk into the bar, briskly ordering something strong and sitting down, wearing an irregularly modest formal dress of some kind of dark leather, I don't say a word as I grab a drink recently presented to me, appering to notice no one around me I take a long drink
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"Because," I say, continuing to stare the man down, "its captain just entered the bar."
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Sipping her glass of wine, Nelly turns to look at the man Dex was talking to. "Ship? I'm looking for work. They need anyone?" She inquired.
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Dex raised a curious eyebrow, turning to face the man fully as he rested his head on his fist. "Keptin?"
Perhaps he had found his lead after all.
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I look warily at the two of them. "Our work is highly dangerous."
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Dex nods slightly, still staring intently at the man. "I am aware. Recognize the name 'Dex'?"
Looking over slightly, I see another person- Roughly of equal standing with the other man, it seemed, with blonde hair and light battle armor, obscuring all but her head; not wearing a helmet. Looking back on the conversation, one name seemed to stick out at him: Scarlet.
Dex sighs as he thinks for a moment: Then it hits him.

Wait a minute.
Scarlet? The Sparta's Captain?
How could I be so Blind?
Maybe it's just the Vodka. Too much Vodka. Always too much Vodka.

Standing up from his stool and leaving a small electronic cred-chip at the bar as payment, he curses himself as he runs off after the group, trailing in behind while trying to get towards the one named Scarlet.
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"Negative," I say flatly, as my pager begins buzzing. I sigh and hold on up my finger to the man as I read the note, walking to Scarlet.

"There've been Scion sighted inbound to a weapons testing facility operated by the Hantar Republic. They cloaked soon afterward, looks like a strike force. They want us there immediately. There's some people here looking for work, as well. Welp, let's see them prove themselves."

I move back to the bar, motioning for the two newcomers to follow me, and round up everyone in the bar that was part of our group, grabbing Kala by the shoulder on the way out. "Let's haul ass, people! First official deployment starts in sixteen hours!"

I pull out my pager and open the last RUSH_PROGRAM notification, thumbing my affirmation of our objective.
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