Dilav Region - Three Sisters Constellation
The Azon System - Deadspace
Queen Anne's Revenge- 00:47 Unity Standard Time (UST)
An alarm was blaring from the bridge and Captain Andy Kaplin rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled out of her bunk. She stumbled the few steps from her attached quarters to the captains chair and fell into it, hitting buttons with her eyes closed as she slid the seat into a locking position.
She jammed the heals of her hands into her eyes and finally opened them to look at the monitors of the ship. She closed one eye as the glaring light as the navigation screen flicked to life and illuminated the darkness and she turned off the alert.
She sighed at the notification. They were a few days worth of travel from inner colony space now. She knew coming back into the ABC planet's to trade was a terrible idea, but it couldn't be helped. Their client wanted something picked up, and was willing to pay. Verse knew The Anne could use some of the parts they could buy with the credits they were getting.
Andy sighed and reclined back into the chair, a stupid children's song dancing through her head with the names of the core planets- Absalome, Besselian, ChaAmphelion, DeIrada, Elenmont, Falinia, Gallieen, Hi'yalafan, Issa, Jasec'Helion, Kinallava, and Leaimatia.
She was glad they were only going as far in as Falinia, and even that was too far in for her comfort. It wasn't that she was afraid of the inner core -she'd grown up there- and since leaving she'd kept herself, her ship, and her small crew mostly off the radar. But coming in and being around so many 'like minded' folk set her teeth on edge.
It couldn't be helped though. They'd actually picked up a descent job, and she couldn't afford not to take it. She turned to the navigation controls and pulled up the star map. She scanned the possible routes and started plotting alert points.
She didn't trust the auto pilot to keep them on course, it was one of the many things that they hadn't been able to fix for who knew how long. Not that her mechanic wasn't capable. Not that the ship didn't respond to him better than her, something she still wouldn't admit outright and never brought up. She had her suspicions as to why, but she let him keep his secrets like she kept hers. She knew what she was buying when she'd bought it, even if the merchant selling it hadn't. It had meant she'd had to be choosy in who she let into the inner workings- she'd left more than a few mechanics planet side before now. This ship meant lots of modifications to get human tech to work, but it was worth it. The Anne was fast, among other things.
She paused in her navigation to run a hand along the hull to her right and smiled. The Anne was a class 9 cruiser- just small enough to not be a carrier class and have to be on a registry on Coalition records, but
Andy knew it was also a gen-zero dormant life ship as well. A Marked ship. She'd gone to some expense to modify the outer blast plates and hull to hide the more telling areas of the ship, from knowing or curious eyes.
Gen-zero ships weren't exactly illegal, but the Coalition also didn't like to have them around either. Andy knew enough of the history. Before Earth could no longer sustain it population, explorations had been sent out and the inner core planets were found and either terraformed in their entirety or terra domed on the livable parts of the inner core. The problem was, there were other races on some of the planets. Andy was evidence of that. She was a mix breed, though she kept the telling signs mostly hidden. She thanked the verse she wasn't one of the Marked, a practically extinct race the Coalition had been malicious in hunting down- even mixed race children.
Andy didn't know as much as she'd like behind the motives of their annihilation, but she'd known enough to fight for the Resistance as a teenager. The resistance lost the battle for the Marked, as well as the fight to dissolve the current Coalition and start over. Now no Marked person was really safe, or those that harbored them. Not that Andy really cared. She was so rarely in direct contact with the formal Coalition these days.
After the war she took to sticking to the outer rim as much as possible. She crewed ships, until she saved up enough for her own and then started her own ventures- pirating, smuggling, legitimate and illegitimate transport of goods and people.
She shook her head, pulling herself from the past and turned back to the navigation panel and checked her plot points and then pushed back from her spot. She stretched and looked out into the vastey expanse of nothingness they were speeding through and put her hand against the cold glass.
She was contemplating trying to go back to sleep when she heard the ship groan and there was a shudder and the distant sound of a bang from the direction of the engine room. The lights and systems flickered for a moment and then seemed to right themselves. Her hand slammed over the com, connecting her to the engine room, "QUILL! What in the goram VERSE are you doing down there to my SHIP?!"
The Azon System - Deadspace
Queen Anne's Revenge- 00:47 Unity Standard Time (UST)
An alarm was blaring from the bridge and Captain Andy Kaplin rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled out of her bunk. She stumbled the few steps from her attached quarters to the captains chair and fell into it, hitting buttons with her eyes closed as she slid the seat into a locking position.
She jammed the heals of her hands into her eyes and finally opened them to look at the monitors of the ship. She closed one eye as the glaring light as the navigation screen flicked to life and illuminated the darkness and she turned off the alert.
She sighed at the notification. They were a few days worth of travel from inner colony space now. She knew coming back into the ABC planet's to trade was a terrible idea, but it couldn't be helped. Their client wanted something picked up, and was willing to pay. Verse knew The Anne could use some of the parts they could buy with the credits they were getting.
Andy sighed and reclined back into the chair, a stupid children's song dancing through her head with the names of the core planets- Absalome, Besselian, ChaAmphelion, DeIrada, Elenmont, Falinia, Gallieen, Hi'yalafan, Issa, Jasec'Helion, Kinallava, and Leaimatia.
She was glad they were only going as far in as Falinia, and even that was too far in for her comfort. It wasn't that she was afraid of the inner core -she'd grown up there- and since leaving she'd kept herself, her ship, and her small crew mostly off the radar. But coming in and being around so many 'like minded' folk set her teeth on edge.
It couldn't be helped though. They'd actually picked up a descent job, and she couldn't afford not to take it. She turned to the navigation controls and pulled up the star map. She scanned the possible routes and started plotting alert points.
She didn't trust the auto pilot to keep them on course, it was one of the many things that they hadn't been able to fix for who knew how long. Not that her mechanic wasn't capable. Not that the ship didn't respond to him better than her, something she still wouldn't admit outright and never brought up. She had her suspicions as to why, but she let him keep his secrets like she kept hers. She knew what she was buying when she'd bought it, even if the merchant selling it hadn't. It had meant she'd had to be choosy in who she let into the inner workings- she'd left more than a few mechanics planet side before now. This ship meant lots of modifications to get human tech to work, but it was worth it. The Anne was fast, among other things.
She paused in her navigation to run a hand along the hull to her right and smiled. The Anne was a class 9 cruiser- just small enough to not be a carrier class and have to be on a registry on Coalition records, but
Andy knew it was also a gen-zero dormant life ship as well. A Marked ship. She'd gone to some expense to modify the outer blast plates and hull to hide the more telling areas of the ship, from knowing or curious eyes.
Gen-zero ships weren't exactly illegal, but the Coalition also didn't like to have them around either. Andy knew enough of the history. Before Earth could no longer sustain it population, explorations had been sent out and the inner core planets were found and either terraformed in their entirety or terra domed on the livable parts of the inner core. The problem was, there were other races on some of the planets. Andy was evidence of that. She was a mix breed, though she kept the telling signs mostly hidden. She thanked the verse she wasn't one of the Marked, a practically extinct race the Coalition had been malicious in hunting down- even mixed race children.
Andy didn't know as much as she'd like behind the motives of their annihilation, but she'd known enough to fight for the Resistance as a teenager. The resistance lost the battle for the Marked, as well as the fight to dissolve the current Coalition and start over. Now no Marked person was really safe, or those that harbored them. Not that Andy really cared. She was so rarely in direct contact with the formal Coalition these days.
After the war she took to sticking to the outer rim as much as possible. She crewed ships, until she saved up enough for her own and then started her own ventures- pirating, smuggling, legitimate and illegitimate transport of goods and people.
She shook her head, pulling herself from the past and turned back to the navigation panel and checked her plot points and then pushed back from her spot. She stretched and looked out into the vastey expanse of nothingness they were speeding through and put her hand against the cold glass.
She was contemplating trying to go back to sleep when she heard the ship groan and there was a shudder and the distant sound of a bang from the direction of the engine room. The lights and systems flickered for a moment and then seemed to right themselves. Her hand slammed over the com, connecting her to the engine room, "QUILL! What in the goram VERSE are you doing down there to my SHIP?!"
