The Taung Project

[Ordo]

OOC Thread (Please see OOC for objectives and label your post for ease of reading)

Objective: Overwatch and Administrative duties

Space hung like a back lit canopy with holes punched in it as the Mandalorian fleet of clan Ordo was the first to arrive at the secret deep space location. This had been an idea for some time, a venture that began so fragile as it could have been shattered with a whisper, but now they would bring the seeds of thought to fruition and create something the galaxy had never seen from their people.

For many years now their space had been quiet, expansion slowed and it seemed the Mandalorian war machine had stopped, but in a society of warriors they knew pressure made gems and ease made decay. With that in ming they knew there was only one way to ensure they stayed strong....War.

The big man aging Mandalorian stood on the command deck of the deepspace fueling station that served as the temporary command center for the project. His green and black armor gleamed in the artificial lights as he watched the fleet outside form a perimeter and set up check points. This place was far outside of known hyperlanes and too far from inhabited space to receive many visitors.

"Report, Vod Skirata." He said to the small woman that worked as an assistant engineer on the project.

"Aliit Ordo fleet taking position, materials and construction teams inbound and intelligence teams are planning encrytion on local communication. Should we set up interdiction fields?"

"Not yet." he replied from behind the old 'T' of his helmet face plate, "Have the interdictors in position and await orders. We need everyone on alert Initiate Skirata. Contact me if you need anything else."

"Aye, Field Marshal." She said before making a sharp about face and heading to the turbo lift.

The Taung Project had begun.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat was not one for space travel, let alone space combat. But the tactical capability of a flagship- that could not be ignored, or even disregarded. The Field Marshal stalked through towards [member="Ordo"], treating him with the usual animosity that he had been given him lately.


"This is a rather ambitious project."

Preliat did not address Ordo with his title nor his name. In Preliat's eyes, he deserved neither. Preliat's eyes glazed out over the window, clutching the helmet tucked under his arm. [member="Dredge"] was somewhere in his mind, and Ordo may have been able to sense something was afoot with Preliat- besides the typical rage and heartache that followed Preliat around like the reaper himself.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Objective: Patrols (soon...)

Adenn Gra'tua stared at the front of his helmet, preparing for his arrival to the fueling station, and his upcoming patrol. The bounty hunter sat in a small shuttle that was mainly just for transporting personnel to the fueling station, a shuttle that wasn't too packed, considering the situation. A moment passed before Adenn looked up from his helmet, his face free of sweat or dirt, and his beard was recently cleaned up around the edges, to give it a cleaner look. And after a moment of staring at a wall, the Rally Master flipped his helmet around and placed it on his head, a small hiss sounding the suit having sealed, making it worthy of low oxygen situations.

The ride to the fueling station was uneventful and uninteresting, and Adenn spent most of it sitting down and listening to some of the music stored in his helmets memory chip, but it was over now which meant the bounty hunter's patrols were going to begin soon, since he decided to first speak with some of the other mandalorians that would be working here.

The brightly lit corridors of the station showed most of the detail on Adenn's armor, highlighting the scratches and making the dried mud on the armor's boot's more visible, something he didn't clean too much. After a few turns down the wide hallways the Rally Master came to a turbo lift, since he had asked around where some of the more important rooms may be, Adenn knew what floor the command deck was on, so he immediately went there. While riding up the turbo lift the bounty hunter removed his helmet, putting it under his left arm, while he attempted a few quick draws with his right side pistol, then tossing it up in the air and missing it while it fell, Adenn quickly made note that the silencer was still on the weapon, off balancing it from what the man was used to showing off with, but he quickly picked up the pistol and replaced it in his holster. The blast doors slid open to reveal the command deck, along with Ordo and Preliat Mantis standing in it.

Frowning for a moment before moving, Adenn scanned the deck for nothing in particular before arriving behind the Field Marshals, looking at the back of their armor before speaking with a joking tone "Having fun watching the fleet aren't we." quickly taking a few steps ahead of him and to the left, making him to Ordo's left, if he hadn't chosen to turn yet "Adenn Gra'tua reporting for duty." the Rally Master chuckled as he did a mock salute.

[member="Ordo"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo didn't look back he knew the voice of [member="Preliat Mantis"] when he heard it. He nodded to himself and accepted the animosity of the man, he knew it was earned more times over than anyone could mention.

"Mand'alor calls for it." The clone said, "I'm here because he told me to be."

Ordo continued to check progress and watch for the rest of the people to arrive. He knew the process would be a long one. He nodded to [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] and gave a small chuckle as the man commented on him watching the fleet.

"I like to stick to what I'm good at." He said to the Rally Master, "good to have you aboard Ner Vod."

 

[Dredge]

A mental image flickered across Preliat's eyes and soon the floor beneath him cut open to reveal hell itself. Demons and forsaken souls raked at Preliat's feet and hundreds of different images one more vile than the other. They all began to cry out for help, one after the other screaming over and over and over again in agony that would haunt any man down to his core. But for Preliat this was pretty much a standard Tuesday afternoon. Fire erupted and soon Dredge crawled out of hell to stand in front of Preliat holding the massive bastard sword. Leveling it he roared and brought it down only to phase through the man.

Dredge sighed and snapped his fingers and the flames vanished and howling demons stopped screaming.

"I swear Preliat your no fun at all anymore. I mean you stopped vomiting the first week and the night terrors are just not the same anymore." Dredge said in a rather casual tone.

Preliat had killed Dredge's physical form a few weeks ago and since then his essence and soul had been riding shotgun in Preliat's head waiting for a moment to assume control and carry out his plans. So far Dredge had been chipping the walls but he needed more darkside energy to assume possession of his body. Until then he was more or less having fun with [member="Preliat Mantis"]

"I mean is it me? What can I do to help get that spark back."

 

[Arumi Zy]

[member="Ordo"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

A flash and a spark the small fleet of freighters and ships came out of hyper space, thier leader the enigmatic and often violent Arumi Zy. He had been invited for this little project, though his support wouldn't be unlimited but it would be plum near it. He sparked up a smoke before he opened the com channels.

" Arumi Zy has arrived" he said as he began to pace back and forth from the cock pit " I have deposited as many credits as i could into the account provided, i wish i had more but i have brought 10,000 tons of durasteel structural steal and beams as well as three full crews of my best welders and mechanics" he moved back towards his cargo hold on the shuttle " And something... a little different".

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Location: ??

Speech; Thought; Action; NPC.

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/muse/map-of-the-problematique.html

The theories explain that time travel are so fast that in a snap is over ...

Well ... hardly the theory works as it should be!

When Uriel's Clawcraft entered orbit in the fourth Black Hole of THE MAW, on threshold of the event horizon, all systems went haywire in seconds a harrowing pain took Uriel body account. The space-time deformation operates globally in all matters ...ships... biology ... and incredibly soul too !!

For a moment Uriel thought everything was over, but then the hyper-relativistic gravitational wave of Center Point Station reached Clawcraft!

At this time a complete numbness took Uriel account that thought: Well now I think things are good ... or bad ...

Theoretically the space-time deformation of the black hole in conjunction the relativistic gravitational wave should break the space-time warp at a power density that would make each atom of the ship and Uriel resonate in quantum magnitude, leading him to the past, according to the entry angle at the event horizon it would be released six months before the betrayal that would destroy his career in the Imperial Navy.

However the theory did not work ...

First, what was to have been in a heartbeat, take long !! Uriel could not say how much, but in limbo space-time, time itself does not exist, then 1000 years are 1 day and 1 day are 1000 years ... if there is a setting to purgatory ... should be that.

Not everything has an end ...

Then Uriel left the space-time deformation ... but something had gone wrong!

Uriel should have entered in Csilla system in the vicinity of Cessed planet. But no, Uriel was left in

This place was far outside of known hyperlanes and too far from inhabited space to receive many visitors.

Uriel realized his ship was intact, time travel had been a success ... just did not know where he was ...

Uriel: "Vamp, what is our location?"

The QCP (Quantum Central Processor) of Clawcraft responds: "The navigation systems are not respondingl Uriel ... but I can say that we are far from our goal."

Uriel: "Send a standardized signal request help, standard MIL-1975, Imperial Navy emergency. we need to know where we are ... someone can answer us ..."

Vamp: "Yes sir."

Uriel looked through the windows of his ship. Clearly something went wrong ... Uriel looked into deep space ...

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Objective: Patrols

"Nice to know that my presence is appreciated." Adenn lowered his hand as he looked to [member="Preliat Mantis"] for a moment, studying the Field Marshal as they had not met in some time, but before it became apparent that the bounty hunter was staring he turned away, glancing at the fleet outside "I'll be getting started on my patrols soon, so I thought that I'd greet some of the people that I would be working in the vicinity of, or at least some of them." Adenn scoffed at himself "You could call it procrastination." The man chuckled again, dropping his arm down with his helmet in hand, letting it go straight by his side as he looked around again, checking for anyone unseen from the earlier scan.

[member="Ordo"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Dredge"]
[member="Arumi Zy"]
[member="Uriel Manteroni"]

 

[Riza Codian]

Objective:Patrols
Still getting use to space travel the Crimson Eagle arrive at the designated area for the project.
Riza thinks to himself
"This is gonna take a lot to get used too"
Nearly missing the landing Riza reaches a stop and crawls out of his cockpit helmet in his right hand and Says
Adenn
"i will join you on your patrols ser" saluting the bounty hunter

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Uriel Manteroni"]

"This is Strill twelve to unknown vessel," she said as her fighter moved through the infinite black in front of the Ordo-Class Frigate "Unbreakable". "This is a secure area. State your business lower shields and prepare for boarding."

Her fighter was joined by her wing mate as the frigate mo ed behind them and prepared for anything that may come. They could not afford to be lax in their security.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Location: ??

Speech; Thought; Action; NPC.

Tag: [member="Talise Skirata"]

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/u2/endless-deep.html

"Uriel". Vamp called.

"Yes Vamp."

Vamp: "I managed to activate the navigation system and orientation, and you will not believe ... but we are diametrically opposed to our destination."

Uriel was silent. Damn it, some very wrong happened !!

Vamp: "And it has more. We are very far from any route or planet, we are in deep space, deep undercover ... I believe that we have never been so far ..."

"Far as?" Uriel asked discouraged, but before the QCP answer, a call in response to the request for help:

"This is Strill twelve to unknown vessel."

A female voice intoned.

Uriel eased up ... for some time he had found that he was in the middle of nowhere, far from everything and everyone. After all, time travel when wrong, really go wrong! At least there is more living being around.

Then the audio contact continues:

"This is a secure area State your business lower shields and prepare for boarding.."

Safe area !! She's playing !!! Here has nothing !! How could it not be safe ?!?!

Then Uriel was alert. Hmmm, am I dealing with some pirate ?... What kind of procedure she is following, did not ask for identification, origin or destination not asked ...

Before answering Uriel says: "Vamp, use the quick coding system we stole that outpost Rebel. It is the latest encryption identification technology, and you try discover the origin and definition of Strill twelve."

Vamp: "Yes sir."

Uriel opened the channel and responds: "Strill twelve, here Vampire one. Thanks for contact, I was damaged by one ... ... a storm of cosmic rays ... (hope she believe) "My navigation system crashed.. . I need help for maintenance and repairs. Please, can you pass me the approach vector and IFF codes, and the ILS signal?"

Uriel out of line and asked to Vamp: "So what is the origin of the Strill twelve?"

Vamp was silent. Something really rare. Remained silent. Then Uriel: "Vamp?!?!"

Vamp: "Uriel, again ... you will not believe ... but the encryption code is not in the database of fast coding system ..."

Uriel: "How???? This is the biggest and most updated database system, including artificial intelligence via fuzzy logic and genetic algorithms to decipher !! How is not in the database ??? The system is operating well?"

Vamp: "Yes, it's in perfect operation .... Uriel ... simply does not exist ... it's like this encryption was never been programmed in the galaxy, the diagnostic of system is: as advanced as to be in the future .. ."

Uriel was silent waiting for the reply of Strill twelve. Really when things go wrong, they really go wrong ...

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

Objective: Patrols

C3-G8 pointed the nose of his ship towards the growing fleet of Mandolorian ships. He opened his coms, his voice highlighted with a metallic tinge, " This is C3-G8 reporting as requested. I am on approach vector 170 mark 42. I will be arriving shortly. Please direct me towards the proper docking bay." He tapped his control panel and adjusted his output ratios. He was about to land and he calculated that he could save almost a full percent of fuel consumption if he adjusted the power output away from shields and weapons.

[member="Riza Codian"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Ordo"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: Forcer Mumbojumbo

Ana's specialty had become Forcer Mumbojumbo or well at least that what her Vode called it. She either way felt it necessary that she be here to lend a hand in such an area. If she was lucky perhaps she would be able to design such an area all by herself. Ana doubted however that she would be the only force user interested in such a thing and that others would come with ideas. Ana was open to them all as she certainly did not have all of the answers.

As others chit chat and watched the arrival of the supplies Ana was off in the corner on her datapad trying her best at design work which wasn't going so well. She had never exactly done anything like this before and with so many ideas floating in her head it was hard to know where to start. There were plenty all ready on the drawing board so if all else failed she could chose one when the time came.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Dredge"] was beginning to grow on Preliat's nerves. Which, was terrible for him- he usually killed or removed anyone that was annoying to him. [member="Ordo"] could begin to sense the presence of Dredge within Preliat. but nothing that could be substantiated without proof. He turned and stared at the apparition of Dredge, baring his teeth for a moment before speaking harshly, and in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I will find a way to remove you from the presence of my mind, beast. I will remove you from my mind like I removed you from your body. I wonder how it felt- losing when you felt so powerful? Was it humbling- or enraging?"Preliat spoke loudly enough towards the end that he could be heard, but nothing of what he said unless the people around him were listening intently could make out.

He leaned forward, just ever so slightly.


"Your time amongst the living has passed, Dredge. And it will soon pass that you will never again be able to bother another soul again. I will tear planets apart to make sure that happens."

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of Command Ship
Objective: Finish Spiced Caf

The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace with her escorting a convoy of a supply ships that held variety of components to the Ion engine of this project. The Dreadnaught and company had their sights upon the fueling station/command post. Sitting upon the command chair of the Ash'amur was Field Marshal Strider Garon himself. The warrior was bread for war but there was times like these that one knew to pounce upon. Though he was not marching to battle, he was aiding in the construction of a space beast that could bring victory the Mandalorians and their hold on the galaxy.

The old man brought his cup of spiced caffa to his lips and slowly sipped the delicious liquids down with almost an orgasmic sigh of relief. The simple things i life, thats all one could hold on to. The IFF trackers quickly identified friendly units and more importantly Ordo's fleet. "Patch me in to Marshal Ordo!" He would command his comms team.

Seconds later he would have direct coms to [member="Ordo"] "Greetings Vod! We brought the Ion Engine" To be exact the ion engine was in pieces and stuffed in many cargo compartments of the supply ships. It was going to be a task to get the heart of the ship up and running and placed. But had to start somewhere and Strider had all intentions of taking on this task personally. He liked getting his hands dirty. Strider took to the cup of stim caf once more, his direct mission was to finish this cup before fully evolving himself into this task.

 

[Ray Valerio]

The engine was being delivered as they were instructed, Ray emerged from the door way at the far end of the room carrying his helmet. "So far so good, sir." He spoke to @Strider Baron as he stopped a few feet from the man who was sipping at his drinkdrink. He looked him up and down quickly as henthought over the man.

Strider was an efficient warrior, proven by his age and survival of countless battles. Of course Ray was also very talented but he had nowhere near striders amount of battle experience. It was funny to him that the man was so skilled as a warrior. Ray was raised by Strider his entire life and the man was honestly quite kind. He put Ray through hell during training and was a vicious beast when fighting, but aside from that he was prettyneasy going and friendly, perhaps where Ray got his carefree attitude. After all, family was more than just blood.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Objective: Patrols

Adenn turned his head when he heard [member="Riza Codian"]'s voice, smirking for a second before speaking to the man "Nice to know I will be getting some help," as the bounty hunter turned his body towards Riza before taking a few steps towards him, so they could speak face to face "good timing though, I was about to get started on those patrols." Adenn put his arm out, prompting the other man to shake it, if he chose to that is.

As the Rally Master heard the robotic voice of [member="C3-G8 "Gate""], he frowned, as he was not all too familiar with the full layout of the fueling station, he did not know where the 'proper' docking bay was. As the frown disappeared from Adenn's lips he turned to Ordo "Could you, uh, direct him to the docking bay, preferably the one with a spare ship for me." the bounty hunter asked, scratching the back of his head while doing so.

[member="Ordo"]
[member="Riza Codian"]
[member="C3-G8 "Gate""]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

The datapad was set down as Ana's commlink went off. She was expecting a shipment of her own from her company. The flagship would certainly need a Medical Bay and her company made supplies as such. She often to supply aid to the Mandalorians but this was the biggest project that she had ever undertaken between the two. Ana didn't want to just provide what she currently had but make a few extra things just for the Mando's which her research and development team was currently working on.

What was being brought now was the basic set up for the Medical bay which she was to personally oversee. It probably seemed weird that the CEO would do this herself but Ana wanted to be here to make sure everything was done properly. This was a huge undertaking and she didn't want to miss any of this up.

Getting up from her spot she went to go greet the transport which she knew would be arriving at any moment now along with others with different sorts of supplies.

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

[member="Strider Garon"]


Location: Heading towards the bridge
Objective: Build a better brain


A long, faint, clicking noise came from a man. Dressed well, but the threads of his jacket were frayed, worn. His clothing seemed like it was luxurious up until the last time someone tried to light him on fire. His mask was the only new thing about him. Many of the guards seemed nervous by the slicer's mere presence--not because he was an alien, but because he was an outsider. He was no Mandalorian. But, he respected the Mandalorians, and gladly answered the call for this project, for one simple reason: Revenge.



As he ascended to the bridge on the large elevator, he considered his role in this. Corellia had been laid waste. Corsucant had been ruined. His multiple businesses had been destroyed and ripped apart. AHFUL was in shambles, thanks to the interference of the Sith. The damned bastards had blown up every office he'd built, and now it was time to get a pound of flesh. He'd revolutionize security with his methods here. His new form of physical encryption would make this monstrosity nearly impenetrable to other slicers. All to help create enable the Mandalorians to do what they've wanted for a long time: to rip the Sith apart.



Olidiv smiled under his mask as the door opened. He walked in, walking stick in hand, accompanied by two Mandalorian guards. He bowed his head once. "Greetings, Mr. Garon. I'm here to discuss the implementation of Holographic Data Security on the ship, and my plans for implementation. While I know this seems a bit mundane, I'd like to discuss an experimental implementation to better improve encryption," he said calmly, waiting for the Marshal to acknowledge him. While he may have been an award-winning actor and former millionaire in the Holocomm revolutions, he was now a humble consultant who'd have to work his way back up. This was how it went....

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Location: Armory

This was quite an ambitious project, not something she really knew or thought about. The others were at times always wanting a fight which eventually ground her down to the dirt. Her arm clenching and unclenching as the beskar limb gripped the metal of the cannon. This did provide a good amount of time she could work on the equipment. Perhaps plan some new weapons they might need while offering her help to strider when he needed her. The large field marshal standing up as she motioned to her sisters who remained around the room working on how many guns they could store within the ship at a certain area per floor. Engineering and building something they knew how to do before she thought about getting something to drink with the other. They did need a lounge area for celebrating.