In real space, near the edge of Wild Space...
The Line Captian Benjami Rakiir glanced out the viewport at the small collection of ships that had been assembled for today's duties. His own ship, the Ferro-class Medium Cruiser Orion, in formation with the medium cruiser Centurion, along with a collection of one light frigate, two CEC gunships, and a Adz Patrol Destroyer. The ships were painted a variety of colors, the two cruisers were painted standard Imperial Navy white, along with the light frigate, but the two gunships were painted a combination of Red, Black, and Gold, the colors of the home defense guard of the world of Isht, while the Adz Patrol Destroyer wore the colors of the Space Guard navy of the world of Coyn. These worlds were tentativley under Imperial control, and thus these ships could be conscripted for Imperial use at any time under the treaties now agreed to by the ruling goverments of these worlds. But for the time being they were under their own control. The whole reason for this whole get up was a set of fleet manuevers to help train the new crews in the art of warfare, and protecting their homeworlds. And today's lesson was to practice stopping and inspecting merchant ships carrying illegal contraband. And today's lesson would feature a freighter registered under the Galatic Coalition, carrying a routine amount of supplies to the forward outpost world of Loraire.
"This is Captian Rakiir speaking to the combined fleet. Is everyone prepared for the up and coming test?" asked the captian into the line frequency.
"This is the Issht division. We await our tessst." came the Ishori voice with a hint of anger. One of the difficulties in training the Ishori are their dints of getting angry when they are deep in thought.
"This is the Coyn division reporting in. Our warriors are eager to await battle." said the other human voice.
"This is the capitan. Remember, veterans of Coyn, that protecting your homeworld does not always mean blowing the enemy out of the sky. You may prime your weapons if it makes you happy, but there are to be no weapon discharges unless and only unless I give the order, is that clear?" said the capitan.
"Aye sir. We will prime our weapons, but will not engage without your authority." replied the Coyn Commander.
"Well sir, with that I believe we are ready to begin. Shall I communicate with the rest of the fleet?" asked the major by the capitan's side.
"Yes, call in the pickets." ordered the capitan.
Moments later, cronau radiation lit up the aft sensors of the warships assembled, and two Constrainer Pickets, again in Imperial white, entered the area. They immediatley powered up their gravity well projectors, and with that the fleet only awaited for the arrival of the freighter to begin.
The Line Captian Benjami Rakiir glanced out the viewport at the small collection of ships that had been assembled for today's duties. His own ship, the Ferro-class Medium Cruiser Orion, in formation with the medium cruiser Centurion, along with a collection of one light frigate, two CEC gunships, and a Adz Patrol Destroyer. The ships were painted a variety of colors, the two cruisers were painted standard Imperial Navy white, along with the light frigate, but the two gunships were painted a combination of Red, Black, and Gold, the colors of the home defense guard of the world of Isht, while the Adz Patrol Destroyer wore the colors of the Space Guard navy of the world of Coyn. These worlds were tentativley under Imperial control, and thus these ships could be conscripted for Imperial use at any time under the treaties now agreed to by the ruling goverments of these worlds. But for the time being they were under their own control. The whole reason for this whole get up was a set of fleet manuevers to help train the new crews in the art of warfare, and protecting their homeworlds. And today's lesson was to practice stopping and inspecting merchant ships carrying illegal contraband. And today's lesson would feature a freighter registered under the Galatic Coalition, carrying a routine amount of supplies to the forward outpost world of Loraire.
"This is Captian Rakiir speaking to the combined fleet. Is everyone prepared for the up and coming test?" asked the captian into the line frequency.
"This is the Issht division. We await our tessst." came the Ishori voice with a hint of anger. One of the difficulties in training the Ishori are their dints of getting angry when they are deep in thought.
"This is the Coyn division reporting in. Our warriors are eager to await battle." said the other human voice.
"This is the capitan. Remember, veterans of Coyn, that protecting your homeworld does not always mean blowing the enemy out of the sky. You may prime your weapons if it makes you happy, but there are to be no weapon discharges unless and only unless I give the order, is that clear?" said the capitan.
"Aye sir. We will prime our weapons, but will not engage without your authority." replied the Coyn Commander.
"Well sir, with that I believe we are ready to begin. Shall I communicate with the rest of the fleet?" asked the major by the capitan's side.
"Yes, call in the pickets." ordered the capitan.
Moments later, cronau radiation lit up the aft sensors of the warships assembled, and two Constrainer Pickets, again in Imperial white, entered the area. They immediatley powered up their gravity well projectors, and with that the fleet only awaited for the arrival of the freighter to begin.
