He sat in silence, and in deep thought. For almost three days the ship had been away the Imperial Center, and away from any contact he had with his family. The mission was highly classified, and without reason or question, the Cadet's ship had been immediatly dispatched. No one had been informed of their destination, or the mission's purpose. They simply followed orders.
But something troubled him. Something deep inside him was warning him, begging him to investigate the reasoning behind the mission, and entrusting him to do it immediatly. Something was brewing, and it was something big. He leaned back onto the slender bed in his quarters, staring up at the metallic ceiling. He'd grown tired of looking out among the stars through the single hatch he was permitted within his quarters; they had grown dull, and boring. Each one seemed the same, and each time he looked out among them, a festering disgust grew within him. It had remained closed for close to a month, and so it would remain.
His thoughts consumed him. Where was the ship headed, and why? What would they find when they got there? A battle? A destroyed Imperial Fleet? Death? He sat up quickly as a faint buzz came through the shadows of the room. Thydin flicked on a light, rubbed his eyes and extended his arms outward, stretching them to the limit.
"Yeah?" he said moments before the airlocked door opened.
He fixed his tired gaze upon Captain Adrias Vestlin - the commander of the ship itself.
Immediatly he rose to his feet, offering an Imperial salute. The Captain returned the salute with a serious expression on his face as he took a seat at a small, well rounded table next to the megar bed.
"I hope I didn't wake you, Cadet." he started. Thydin shook his head, and relented to the bed. He sat with his back strait, and his full attention given to the Captain, a man he respected greatly.
"Good. Then let's get down to business. In a few hours, I will be addressing the crew as to our current mission - where we are going and why. But I'd like to speak with you first. I have plans for you, plans that will bring a great honor to the Empire."
Thydin smiled, but only briefly. Great honors came at a price, and often times that price was death. He felt a cold chill slide down his spine as the color in his face flushed out of him. "With all due respect Captain, why have you choosen me?" Adrias smiled, reading the man's expression. He couldn't promise the man his life. And he couldn't promise that he would come out of the event unscaved. "You're my finest officer. This ship is filled with some of the most incompetant fools I've ever had the loathe to command." the Captain's smile faded. "We're going to Yaga Minor."
Thydin nodded his head briefly, an internal sigh of relief flowing over him. Yaga Minor was nothing, and as far as he knew, nothing bad was going on in the Sesswenna Sector. "What's so bad about Yaga Minor?" he asked in a professional tone. The Captain's expression faided, and the once growing relief that the Cadet felt vanished. "The Imperial Ubigtorate Space Station has not reported to the Imperial Center in three months. No production statistics... no annual reports, and no requests for a resupply. According to Imperial record, the station was due for a resupply about a year ago, and assuming that a Trandosian Trade Ship had come by a few months ago, the Empire let it slip. We've sent dispatches to the Station within the past few weeks, with no reply. We've been sent to investigate."
Thydin nodded his head. "So....?"
"So what?"
"What's so bad about being sent to investigate a Space Station? I mean, they could be having technical problems. What's with all of the secrecy?" The Captain stood for a moment, and headed toward the airlock door. He turned back, his expression weak and weathered. "I guess we'll find out."
<hr>
"There she is..." the Captain exclaimed as he looked out over the unique design of the Imperial Ubigtorate Space Station. It was something that the Empire had taken great pride in building - a sign of Imperial Dominance in the surrounding sectors. Yaga Minor was once renouned for it's Imperial Shipyards following the Battle of Endor. But no more.
"Ensign Jilark?" he said, not turning to face him. The Captain didn't seem to move at all, standing as still as a statue infront of the ship's viewing ports. "Yes, Captain?" Thydin couldn't help but wonder if the Captain knew more than he had lead the crew to believe two days prior. He had to know!
"Is the team prepared?" he continued, still remaining absolutely still as he overlooked the Space Station. His voice seemed distant, as if he were speaking to the Space Station itself. "Yes, Captain." Thydin continued, taking a step forward. "Good. Prepare to dock with the Space Station. Take your team aboard, and find out what the hell is going on." the Captain said as he whirled around, and returned to his command chair. Thydin jumped, but only briefly.
<hr>
The faint sound of trickling water greeted them as the blast door groaned open, pryed by massive metallic jaws. The faint white lights flickered in the distance of the shadowed hallway. Cords hung from the ceiling, papers shuffled against the cold metallic floor as the doors opened, but nothing moved. There was no sound or movement, no signs of life. The small team stepped forward, the faint click of there heels clattering against the floor. There were seventeen of them in all, ten storm troopers, one computer analasis officer, five special operations commandos, and Thydin Jilark, commander of the mission to explore the space station.
They stepped forward into the faint darkness of the room, the commandos taking the lead in there dark uniforms with there blasters armed, and ready to fire should they find anything suspicious. "We're in." Thydin whispered into a communication slink with the bridge of the ship as the team continued forward. "Good," the Captain replied "Maintain current heading. At the end of the hallway, you'll find a large blast door simular to the one you just pried open. Once you made it through that door, you will continue to deck eight where you will find the computer mainframe. Report back to me in twenty minutes."
"Confirmed, Captain. We're moving out." his black boots clicked against the cold metallic floor as he continued forward into the obscure passage. It was only a few moments until the team reached the next blast door. One storm trooper stepped forward, his blaster rifle resting on his sholder. He flicked a security card over the blast door's computer system.
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font>
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font></font size=-2>
"The system is dead. We'll have to pry this one open too, sir."
"Can you get the system online? We don't have time to pry these doors open!"
"I can try, sir!" the computer analasis officer said as he stepped forward, a large black briefcase within the grasp of his black gloves. Thydin nodded his head. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." he adjusted his blaster within it's holster, and leaned against the wall.
The analasis officer stepped forward, taking a seat on an empty canister, and yanking pen the black birefcase, pulling out a few pieces of computer machinery, and wires. He ran a faint blue wire into the security lock, and a red wire into a small back computer system, typing into it franticly.
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//confirm passcard: system override
//accessing...
//override passcode: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font>
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: system override
//accessing...
//override passcode: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//</font color=red>warning! primary defenses activated</font></font size=-2>
"Not good... this is definatly not good!"
"What?" Thydin shuved his way through the crowd of stormtroopers.
"The Stations Defense Computer has been activated. We're seen as an invading party." the man had beads of sweat trickling down his unshaven face as he looked up from the small override computer. "We've got to get out of here, now!" Thydin looked at the door. "No! Pry it open. We're not going anywhere until we know what the hell is going on."
Ten minutes later the large metallic jaws pried the blast door open, revealing much the same thing that the team had encountered before. Absolutly nothing. Shards of broken glass, fluttering papers, and small piles of debree accompanied by flichering white lights finning a large entery foyer. The team stepped forward, spreading out with there blasters held in an attack ready stance. Still no signs of life, or death anywhere.
Minutes passed as if they were hours as the team spread out over the vastness of the entry voyer. Small blueish glows came from desks once maintained by an assomplished security staff, guarding a few small black doors that lead deeper into the facility. "Report, Mister Jilark."
Thydin jumped as his com link crackled to life. "We're a little behind sir," he started taking a deep breath as he whipped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "The defense systems have been activated." The link went silent for what seemed like forever before it crackled back to life. "Continue as scheduled, Mister Jilark. Disable the stations computer systems in the computer's mainframe room. After they have been disabled, the system should reboot, and be at a normal status, provided you remove the computer's defense chips. Avode deck seven if at all possible." Thydin nodded his head as the team continued forward in a large huddle. "Understood."
<hr><centerDreadnaught-Class Cruiser Vengence[/center]<hr>
The ship had been docked for well over thirty minutes now, the Captain pacing the bridge anxiously since they had docked with the Space Station. He bit his nail as he looked out over the Space Station through the ship's viewing port. His chief security lieutenant stepped up next to him, offering a brief imperial salute. "Do they know?"
The Captain shook his head. "Not yet."
"Command is online in the command room, Captain. They request to speak with you, and you alone."
The Captain nodded his head, and walked off of the bridge through the blast doors of his ready room. he walked with an elligant pride, but it was a pride that he had taken in his command, nothing more. He sat behind the small metallic desk, looking at the holographic projection of Rear Admiral Kaelic Tremlin. "Report, Captain Adrias Vestlin."
"They don't know yet, Rear Admiral."
"Good...." the Rear Admiral said with a faint chuckle as he tapped his fingers together at the tips.
"Let's hope that they don't...."
But something troubled him. Something deep inside him was warning him, begging him to investigate the reasoning behind the mission, and entrusting him to do it immediatly. Something was brewing, and it was something big. He leaned back onto the slender bed in his quarters, staring up at the metallic ceiling. He'd grown tired of looking out among the stars through the single hatch he was permitted within his quarters; they had grown dull, and boring. Each one seemed the same, and each time he looked out among them, a festering disgust grew within him. It had remained closed for close to a month, and so it would remain.
His thoughts consumed him. Where was the ship headed, and why? What would they find when they got there? A battle? A destroyed Imperial Fleet? Death? He sat up quickly as a faint buzz came through the shadows of the room. Thydin flicked on a light, rubbed his eyes and extended his arms outward, stretching them to the limit.
"Yeah?" he said moments before the airlocked door opened.
He fixed his tired gaze upon Captain Adrias Vestlin - the commander of the ship itself.
Immediatly he rose to his feet, offering an Imperial salute. The Captain returned the salute with a serious expression on his face as he took a seat at a small, well rounded table next to the megar bed.
"I hope I didn't wake you, Cadet." he started. Thydin shook his head, and relented to the bed. He sat with his back strait, and his full attention given to the Captain, a man he respected greatly.
"Good. Then let's get down to business. In a few hours, I will be addressing the crew as to our current mission - where we are going and why. But I'd like to speak with you first. I have plans for you, plans that will bring a great honor to the Empire."
Thydin smiled, but only briefly. Great honors came at a price, and often times that price was death. He felt a cold chill slide down his spine as the color in his face flushed out of him. "With all due respect Captain, why have you choosen me?" Adrias smiled, reading the man's expression. He couldn't promise the man his life. And he couldn't promise that he would come out of the event unscaved. "You're my finest officer. This ship is filled with some of the most incompetant fools I've ever had the loathe to command." the Captain's smile faded. "We're going to Yaga Minor."
Thydin nodded his head briefly, an internal sigh of relief flowing over him. Yaga Minor was nothing, and as far as he knew, nothing bad was going on in the Sesswenna Sector. "What's so bad about Yaga Minor?" he asked in a professional tone. The Captain's expression faided, and the once growing relief that the Cadet felt vanished. "The Imperial Ubigtorate Space Station has not reported to the Imperial Center in three months. No production statistics... no annual reports, and no requests for a resupply. According to Imperial record, the station was due for a resupply about a year ago, and assuming that a Trandosian Trade Ship had come by a few months ago, the Empire let it slip. We've sent dispatches to the Station within the past few weeks, with no reply. We've been sent to investigate."
Thydin nodded his head. "So....?"
"So what?"
"What's so bad about being sent to investigate a Space Station? I mean, they could be having technical problems. What's with all of the secrecy?" The Captain stood for a moment, and headed toward the airlock door. He turned back, his expression weak and weathered. "I guess we'll find out."
<hr>
Yaga Minor System - Two Days Later
<hr>"There she is..." the Captain exclaimed as he looked out over the unique design of the Imperial Ubigtorate Space Station. It was something that the Empire had taken great pride in building - a sign of Imperial Dominance in the surrounding sectors. Yaga Minor was once renouned for it's Imperial Shipyards following the Battle of Endor. But no more.
"Ensign Jilark?" he said, not turning to face him. The Captain didn't seem to move at all, standing as still as a statue infront of the ship's viewing ports. "Yes, Captain?" Thydin couldn't help but wonder if the Captain knew more than he had lead the crew to believe two days prior. He had to know!
"Is the team prepared?" he continued, still remaining absolutely still as he overlooked the Space Station. His voice seemed distant, as if he were speaking to the Space Station itself. "Yes, Captain." Thydin continued, taking a step forward. "Good. Prepare to dock with the Space Station. Take your team aboard, and find out what the hell is going on." the Captain said as he whirled around, and returned to his command chair. Thydin jumped, but only briefly.
<hr>
Imperial Ubigatorate Space Station
<hr>The faint sound of trickling water greeted them as the blast door groaned open, pryed by massive metallic jaws. The faint white lights flickered in the distance of the shadowed hallway. Cords hung from the ceiling, papers shuffled against the cold metallic floor as the doors opened, but nothing moved. There was no sound or movement, no signs of life. The small team stepped forward, the faint click of there heels clattering against the floor. There were seventeen of them in all, ten storm troopers, one computer analasis officer, five special operations commandos, and Thydin Jilark, commander of the mission to explore the space station.
They stepped forward into the faint darkness of the room, the commandos taking the lead in there dark uniforms with there blasters armed, and ready to fire should they find anything suspicious. "We're in." Thydin whispered into a communication slink with the bridge of the ship as the team continued forward. "Good," the Captain replied "Maintain current heading. At the end of the hallway, you'll find a large blast door simular to the one you just pried open. Once you made it through that door, you will continue to deck eight where you will find the computer mainframe. Report back to me in twenty minutes."
"Confirmed, Captain. We're moving out." his black boots clicked against the cold metallic floor as he continued forward into the obscure passage. It was only a few moments until the team reached the next blast door. One storm trooper stepped forward, his blaster rifle resting on his sholder. He flicked a security card over the blast door's computer system.
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font>
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font></font size=-2>
"The system is dead. We'll have to pry this one open too, sir."
"Can you get the system online? We don't have time to pry these doors open!"
"I can try, sir!" the computer analasis officer said as he stepped forward, a large black briefcase within the grasp of his black gloves. Thydin nodded his head. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." he adjusted his blaster within it's holster, and leaned against the wall.
The analasis officer stepped forward, taking a seat on an empty canister, and yanking pen the black birefcase, pulling out a few pieces of computer machinery, and wires. He ran a faint blue wire into the security lock, and a red wire into a small back computer system, typing into it franticly.
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: system override
//accessing...
//override passcode: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//<font color=red>access denied</font>
<font size=-2>
//confirm passcard: system override
//accessing...
//override passcode: *****</font>
<font size=-2>//</font color=red>warning! primary defenses activated</font></font size=-2>
"Not good... this is definatly not good!"
"What?" Thydin shuved his way through the crowd of stormtroopers.
"The Stations Defense Computer has been activated. We're seen as an invading party." the man had beads of sweat trickling down his unshaven face as he looked up from the small override computer. "We've got to get out of here, now!" Thydin looked at the door. "No! Pry it open. We're not going anywhere until we know what the hell is going on."
Ten minutes later the large metallic jaws pried the blast door open, revealing much the same thing that the team had encountered before. Absolutly nothing. Shards of broken glass, fluttering papers, and small piles of debree accompanied by flichering white lights finning a large entery foyer. The team stepped forward, spreading out with there blasters held in an attack ready stance. Still no signs of life, or death anywhere.
Minutes passed as if they were hours as the team spread out over the vastness of the entry voyer. Small blueish glows came from desks once maintained by an assomplished security staff, guarding a few small black doors that lead deeper into the facility. "Report, Mister Jilark."
Thydin jumped as his com link crackled to life. "We're a little behind sir," he started taking a deep breath as he whipped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "The defense systems have been activated." The link went silent for what seemed like forever before it crackled back to life. "Continue as scheduled, Mister Jilark. Disable the stations computer systems in the computer's mainframe room. After they have been disabled, the system should reboot, and be at a normal status, provided you remove the computer's defense chips. Avode deck seven if at all possible." Thydin nodded his head as the team continued forward in a large huddle. "Understood."
<hr><centerDreadnaught-Class Cruiser Vengence[/center]<hr>
The ship had been docked for well over thirty minutes now, the Captain pacing the bridge anxiously since they had docked with the Space Station. He bit his nail as he looked out over the Space Station through the ship's viewing port. His chief security lieutenant stepped up next to him, offering a brief imperial salute. "Do they know?"
The Captain shook his head. "Not yet."
"Command is online in the command room, Captain. They request to speak with you, and you alone."
The Captain nodded his head, and walked off of the bridge through the blast doors of his ready room. he walked with an elligant pride, but it was a pride that he had taken in his command, nothing more. He sat behind the small metallic desk, looking at the holographic projection of Rear Admiral Kaelic Tremlin. "Report, Captain Adrias Vestlin."
"They don't know yet, Rear Admiral."
"Good...." the Rear Admiral said with a faint chuckle as he tapped his fingers together at the tips.
"Let's hope that they don't...."