"Gentlement, three days ago we intercepted a transmission from the planet Tirsa encoded, but not very well, to the Hapan Naval command. The transmission speaks of several weapon's shipments from the planet's industrial sectors under the order of our enemies within the cluster.
We plan to arrive at Tirsa, and intercept these weapons shipments before anyone else does. We are the only group of Hapan ships close to the system, so we have the advantage of being able to get in there and get out before the real customers arrive.
The message also supplies us with contact and clearence codes in which to gain access to the storage facilites, once there we must work quickly, if we are to make it out in time.
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Three days later: Tirsa Orbit
The Hapan vessels pulled themselves out of Lightspeed and brought themselves to a shuddering standstill over the world of Tirsa. The world itself was a bustling industrial metropalis, covered with innurable companies each creating a spectrum of goods. The intercepted transmission had came from a Tirsa Wargear Armaments Corporation, one of the largest on the planet, and had provided the necessary landing codes in which to gain access to thier quarry.
On wings of hurried impatience the various shuttles and transport craft sped towards the surface, each transmitting the stolen codes towards the corporation's landing authority.
Touching down, the crews moved onto the enormous cargo containers holding a bountiful supply of weapons. A cache this size would surely sway any conflict in thier favour from now on. Blasters, turbolasers, photonic grenades . . .all kinds of device lay beyond the huge bay doors which slowly eased open, the light of the Tirsan sun creeping through.
However, the crewmen were greeted with the shock of something they had not expected. The containers were empty. To thier horror, not one gun or explosive lay on the floor.
The lead crewman fumbled with his comlink, as he scrambled to radio back to the ship. "This is crewman Groth . . .sir, you're not gonna believe this . . .but . . . we've been beaten to it."
"What!?"
<hr />OOC Manifest<hr />
Hapes Battle Dragon- Charubah
3 Squadrons of Storm Fighters
Hapes Battle Dragon- Olanji
10 Storms
Nova Class Cruiser- Lorrell Pride
2 squadrons Miy'Tils
Nova Class Cruiser- Wardog
1 squadron Miy'Tils
1 squadron Hetrinars
We plan to arrive at Tirsa, and intercept these weapons shipments before anyone else does. We are the only group of Hapan ships close to the system, so we have the advantage of being able to get in there and get out before the real customers arrive.
The message also supplies us with contact and clearence codes in which to gain access to the storage facilites, once there we must work quickly, if we are to make it out in time.
............
Three days later: Tirsa Orbit
The Hapan vessels pulled themselves out of Lightspeed and brought themselves to a shuddering standstill over the world of Tirsa. The world itself was a bustling industrial metropalis, covered with innurable companies each creating a spectrum of goods. The intercepted transmission had came from a Tirsa Wargear Armaments Corporation, one of the largest on the planet, and had provided the necessary landing codes in which to gain access to thier quarry.
On wings of hurried impatience the various shuttles and transport craft sped towards the surface, each transmitting the stolen codes towards the corporation's landing authority.
Touching down, the crews moved onto the enormous cargo containers holding a bountiful supply of weapons. A cache this size would surely sway any conflict in thier favour from now on. Blasters, turbolasers, photonic grenades . . .all kinds of device lay beyond the huge bay doors which slowly eased open, the light of the Tirsan sun creeping through.
However, the crewmen were greeted with the shock of something they had not expected. The containers were empty. To thier horror, not one gun or explosive lay on the floor.
The lead crewman fumbled with his comlink, as he scrambled to radio back to the ship. "This is crewman Groth . . .sir, you're not gonna believe this . . .but . . . we've been beaten to it."
"What!?"
<hr />OOC Manifest<hr />
Hapes Battle Dragon- Charubah
3 Squadrons of Storm Fighters
Hapes Battle Dragon- Olanji
10 Storms
Nova Class Cruiser- Lorrell Pride
2 squadrons Miy'Tils
Nova Class Cruiser- Wardog
1 squadron Miy'Tils
1 squadron Hetrinars