Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
The Sovereignty lay silent in deep space, as if it were a dormant beast waiting for some great disturbance. All lights were off and the massive engines were still. If not for Ultimatum's previous knowledge, he would have concluded that it was a rather peaceful scene, especially with the breathtaking beauty of the stars surrounding it. The deepness of space was of stark contrast to many people. Some proclaimed it a beautiful and welcoming expanse, while yet others declaimed it as a horrifying abyss that was more fearsome than any living beast. The artificial being could certainly see both perspectives, now even more so. Under most circumstances his view was of the more positive form, but at the moment he was rather disturbed by the vacuum.
From his view aboard the small shuttle the Fate, he could see the seemingly lifeless ship ever so slowly drifting deeper into the unknown. The stars seemed to shine palely as if artificial. Ultimatum had to return to the Sovereignty. The Fate's hyperdrive had been damaged during the short flight out of the hangar and was now the only hope of reaching home. Even that aside, the droid wanted his ship back. The ancient vessel was a part of his life that he would not abandon to the ownership of the void.
From the rather small relay aboard the Fate, Ultimatum had sent out a distress signal. Nothing more than a short audio message could be transmitted. In the hopes of attracting aid sooner, the artificial being manipulated his voice to contain more fear and urgency than his usual voice would have had. "This is Ultimatum of the ship AS Sovereignty. We are in need of immediate emergency assistance. Our ship has been commandeered by pirate forces."
While the droid waited for some form of response, he thought back to the beginning of this little escapade.
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A hyperspace jump to a random point in deep space, the droid had been hoping to rendezvous with the Primogenitor. The fact that the ship had not showed up on schedule had not been a worry at the time. The occupants of that starship always seemed to have a loose concept of timeliness. When the small meteor had flown through the shields and bashed a hole into the hull near the engineering decks, Ultimatum had not been concerned. Such damage was easily repaired and was not debilitating to the Sovereignty. It became problematic when the sensors began to malfunction.
"Sir, sensors indicate unregistered life on engineering deck." The sensors monitor reported as he manipulated the scanners to refine the detection. "Rather blurry, maybe using some form of stealth."
"Thank you. Get Engineering on the line. See if they can check it out." The message was sent and Ultimatum waited for a report. Three of the droids on that level reported that they would investigate.
A few minutes passed during which Ultimatum found himself steadily becoming more peeved that the Primogenitor was not arriving. At this point the droid believed that either the navigators had been sent the wrong coordinates or the timing had been incorrect. Whatever the reason, he knew he was going to have a stern talk with Gara'Nets about that. When the droid communicated with the bridge, Ultimatum heard the report.
"Nothing here. The insight scanners show no stealth technology." That was the first indication of the disaster that was to come.
[member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Aleister Grey"]
From his view aboard the small shuttle the Fate, he could see the seemingly lifeless ship ever so slowly drifting deeper into the unknown. The stars seemed to shine palely as if artificial. Ultimatum had to return to the Sovereignty. The Fate's hyperdrive had been damaged during the short flight out of the hangar and was now the only hope of reaching home. Even that aside, the droid wanted his ship back. The ancient vessel was a part of his life that he would not abandon to the ownership of the void.
From the rather small relay aboard the Fate, Ultimatum had sent out a distress signal. Nothing more than a short audio message could be transmitted. In the hopes of attracting aid sooner, the artificial being manipulated his voice to contain more fear and urgency than his usual voice would have had. "This is Ultimatum of the ship AS Sovereignty. We are in need of immediate emergency assistance. Our ship has been commandeered by pirate forces."
While the droid waited for some form of response, he thought back to the beginning of this little escapade.
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A hyperspace jump to a random point in deep space, the droid had been hoping to rendezvous with the Primogenitor. The fact that the ship had not showed up on schedule had not been a worry at the time. The occupants of that starship always seemed to have a loose concept of timeliness. When the small meteor had flown through the shields and bashed a hole into the hull near the engineering decks, Ultimatum had not been concerned. Such damage was easily repaired and was not debilitating to the Sovereignty. It became problematic when the sensors began to malfunction.
"Sir, sensors indicate unregistered life on engineering deck." The sensors monitor reported as he manipulated the scanners to refine the detection. "Rather blurry, maybe using some form of stealth."
"Thank you. Get Engineering on the line. See if they can check it out." The message was sent and Ultimatum waited for a report. Three of the droids on that level reported that they would investigate.
A few minutes passed during which Ultimatum found himself steadily becoming more peeved that the Primogenitor was not arriving. At this point the droid believed that either the navigators had been sent the wrong coordinates or the timing had been incorrect. Whatever the reason, he knew he was going to have a stern talk with Gara'Nets about that. When the droid communicated with the bridge, Ultimatum heard the report.
"Nothing here. The insight scanners show no stealth technology." That was the first indication of the disaster that was to come.
[member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Aleister Grey"]