SLOW ZONE The Hub

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  1. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    Commander Ashoka sat aboard the Atrax, feeling comfortable in the cabin of her old ship. It has been almost three years since she had been back aboard the first generation light corvette, there had been two more iterations since, each slightly faster and meaner, but she loved the Atrax...it had battle scars, it had history. The vessel had been present during several historical moments in Martian history, and even one of the few Martian vessels to land on the surface of Earth during the memorial commemorating the Io Campaign.

    Since then, Ashoka had been promoted given command of a larger vessel, a Martian destroyer named the Templar, however she had not forgotten her old bird, and now she sat in its cockpit one again. She had specifically requested the vessel be transferred under her command. It was now joined with the Templar and the Spaniard in the task force she coordinated. Now that it mattered these days, they were no longer slogging it out with the Earthers, and for the last four months she had been patrolling the eerie space of the Slow Zone, monitoring the comings and goings of private vessels, running inspections, boring pre-war stuff that she had no interest in but had a duty to perform.

    Currently the Atrax was docked to the underside of the Templar, with the Spaniard not a kilometre off its bow. They were returning to New Tycho having completed their patrol. The station was an impressive feat, in four years they had managed to construct a station almost twice the size of Tycho, three docking rings instead of one, accompanies by six habitation rings and a gargantuan drum serving as the primary shipping warehouse and construction yard. The station was almost complete, with two of its docking rings and four of its habitation rings already spun up.

    As her taskforce approached New Tycho, she looked out of the panoramic display of the Atrax towards the Hub Station, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. The Hub Station was the spherical construct at the exact centre of the Slow Zone. It glowed a faint blue, like the protomolecule technology which had been discovered years earlier, constructs of the strange race which had built the hub, and created the gate network through which so much of humanity was now pouring. Since she had been assigned to the Slow Zone it had not changed, and as far as she could tell, no one had been able to interact with it since the network was activated. Still it creeped her out and she tried to avoid thinking about it too much.

    A jolt and a rumble, followed by a ship-wide announcement signaled that she had docked with New Tycho. Much of the crew had shore leave, and was preparing to disembark. Ashoka planned to join them as soon as possible, however she picked up her terminal and opened a call to someone she had no spoken to in a while, @Liz Ritter.
     
  2. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins UN Marine

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    New Tycho Station - Slow Zone

    "Guard duty again," Jenkins grumbled as he shuffled out of his barracks and down the corridor. He was feeling particular rough this morning after heading straight to the bar after his shift last night. He didn't even eat, leading to a particularly sloppy return to his bunk and an even worse wake up at the hands of his alarm. At least here the beds were comfortable, no flip n burns, no explosions destroying his barracks...well at least not yet, and thankfully, no run-ins with the dusters.

    His squad mates had been transferred to New Tycho station two months ago to guard the UN's interests there and in that time there had been over a dozen scuffles with the Martians present on the station. Some had devolved into all our bar fights, other times they'd find an Earther or a Martian beat up in some alleyway somewhere. A rumor going around was that it was actually the belters who were trying to stir up tensions, but he had seen the looks the Martians had given him in the past whilst drinking. He just ignored them and focussed on drinking, but he knew some were itching for a fight. Walter just didn't care enough.

    He reached his post, the airlock leading to one of the UNN warships currently docked at the station and began his shift. Moments later the crews of some newly docked Martian vessels walked past, giving him and his weapon sidelong glances, some sneering, some outright laughing. None of them approached his though, they didn't have the guts.
     
  3. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    UNN Otto Von Bismarck II

    Things hadn't gone his way since the Io Campaign, unfortunate missteps in the council had weakened his political position and had pushed him into a position where it was hard to achieve anything.

    To change that he had taken a drastic step. When the slow zone was discovered and the gates opened he requested to be transferred to the frontier.

    Since then he'd spend much of his time in the slow zone and in the frontier worlds, although he was much more comfortable with the blue glow of the strange hub than he was with the unsettling new worlds.

    Now he sat in his private quarters, looking at a giant window-screen that displayed a live view of the slow zone and most notably, the core. The complex structure of the spherical object was rich and beautiful to him and he often spend hours looking at it.

    Suddenly, there was a soft chime and his terminal displayed an entry request.
    He released the lock and let in a young woman with long honeyblond wavy hair.

    "Dad!" the young woman said and wrapped her arms around him.

    "Grace! Finally you come round for a visit!"

    His daughter had moved to the frontier as well, she had found a job as a colonial architect, designing and overseeing the construction it various colonies both by UN, MCR and indpendent. He was extremely proud of his daughter, although he didn't always feel comfortable when she was out in the void.

    ...

    3 hours later

    Cervan sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Bismarck and looked out into the void beyond the gate they were heading towards.

    He had been tasked with escorting a UN colony shipment to a new system, including two Leonidas-Class Colony Transports that carried about 500 colonists plus material each.

    ....
     
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  4. Carson Boussaa

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    5 years... it's hard to believe that just five simple ridiculous years have passed. Five miserable years and the universe has already changed in a completely radical way. Well after that, certainly outside Carson's life there are radical changes, for example the shit with the alien thing and the ring gates. Yes it is true that humanity now has access to more than 1038 new worlds and incidentally to a place located outside our universe (according to the latest scientific prognosis, in all none of them know where to give the head). Yes, the possibilities have become infinite... and that of Mars rather terrifying. But that honestly, Carson only listens to it with one ear. His life has taken a strange turn since... since Ganymede in fact.

    His thoughts are stopped by opening the elevator doors. The New Tycho Station! It is ironic to see the links between Tycho station and certain events or people close to Carson. And here he is in his new version in a possible alien pocket universe. And as every time the Humanity gets into it, it's bigger and longer than last time. The area already finished already exceeds that of the previous station, so imagine when it will finally be finished. The waiting room for the hangar area still has construction tarpaulins even though the area looks completely finished. A glance at a poster stuck on the wall allows him to understand that the area is still undergoing renovations. A stupid joke crosses his mind, "They want to be the biggest space port in this pocket universe!".

    He wipes his smile off his face as best he can and sits in one of the plastic chairs placed in front of an artificial bay. The screen in front of him repeats the same publicity he saw over and over again. One of those stupid big corporations that absolutely wants to make him live on one of these new worlds with the same slogan "You can become anything you want". He is sure to have seen the entire range of marketing products of this company. The one of the depressive basic who realizes his dream of becoming huh gone to know, or the one with a voice-over who explains to a bunch of assholes all the wonderful possibilities of the new worlds. Not to mention all the posters, leaflets, etc.

    As animated with life, advertising and the screen changes to display a personalized interface on its tastes. Carson tries to look elsewhere, but he knows that the integrated camera on the screen has seen his gaze fixed on his him and read something on it besides recognizing him.

    "Lieutenant Carson, are you interested in the adventure? Adrenaline? The golden opportunities? According to our records on you, we know that you may have an interest in..."

    Carson activates his headphones and suddenly increases the sound of his music. He certainly no longer hears the robot/ia/software/pub, but he is still able to see him offer a list of system names that his corporation offers as an opportunity, namely: New Olympia, Lakshmi and...

    Carson gets up straight from his seat and takes a seat further away in front of a bare concrete wall, certain that no one will disturb him here. Then seeing that the ship of the one he is waiting for will take longer than expected to arrive, he takes out his hand terminal to "send" some messages. He has a little time to do his annual tradition for the past 5 years.

    - Hi Mr. Wright! As request, I send you a message from me to show my current situation. While some big changes need to be made, I'm still at New Tycho station. Surely I won't stay here for long. Admiral Shaver is still as nice to me as the first time I met him. He's the one who sent me to this station, except he wants me back on his ship soon. He is a little strange honestly, sometimes a little too cold or mysterious, but apart from that I have never had any real problem with him. He knows how to be friendly. *Carson scratches his neck with nervousness* We still haven't found the trace of my father's body, and honestly I've been writing it off for a long time. Speaking of him you will be proud of the work done by Shaver if you were there, he certainly change something, but the Simurgh's fleet is complete and replenishes by its power. He even managed to make sure that MCRN Ho-ooh was a success. *Carson lowers his hand terminal and pouted, a moment later he picks up on what he was saying.* I've told you that before, I'm actually jabbering. Honestly, it's the usual bullshit that's going on, I don't really pay attention to the news. Last time it was about Laksh-something and I don't care. This is the same old bullshit and as always we will not find the solution, not instead a bigger (but similar) problem will come along and solve/forget the previous problem. For the moment I'm just following realistic goals, drinking less alcohol, following orders and continuing to date Melanie. Anyway, maybe I'll make another message if something important happens. Which will surprise me. Hoping that everything is fine on your side.

    He replays the message to check one last one and then activates the camera again for a second one.

    - Well, I don't know if you're still alive, which would be surprising. Anyway, I've been playing this little merry-go-round you've been asking me to do since five years. Certainly I never understood why you sent me this video with this request, especially since you disappear shortly after sending it. Maybe I'm doing it to let off steam a little bit and it allows me to make an interception of myself. Actually, yes, I know why I'm going on this little ride! It's because I know that these messages never reach their destination, but talking and recording as if the messages had gone allows me to open up as if I was really talking to someone. *Carson shakes his head in perplexity* I'm still dating this girl, I'm still on this station in the middle of literally nowhere and nothing is getting better in political and public life. And no, I'm not interested in living on one of these new worlds. *Something draws Carson's attention in the distance* Well, I'll cut it off there, someone's waiting for me, I'll finish it another time.

    Carson got up after turning off his camera and drifted towards the landing dock. Melanie was there in her travel suit with luggage in her hand. Carson hugs her and then takes her luggage with his hand. She looked exhausted as never before, but that doesn't stop her from smiling.

    - God, it feels good to see you! How were the aliens?

    She winked at him and then the front of the step at the same time to take out her hand terminal. Above then appears complex scientific shemas and a slide show of photos.

    - The ruins are fascinating, above what I thought I would find. But what is even more fascinating is this new and wild life present on these new worlds,each more interesting than the other! Have you ever seen a frog swell with helium to float?

    The image in his mind makes him smile.

    - What about you?

    - No, unfortunately, I saw it in a video sent by a colleague...an old acquaintance in fact since we clearly don't work in the same galactic corner. Are you planning to come with me for my next job?

    Carson presses the elevator button with his face expressing discomfort.

    - Well, I have to ask Admiral Shaver to transfer me with you. In fact, which world?

    - Sri in the Lakshmi system!

    - What?!! But your sight on the news about the problems they have with the people there?!

    - And then you're in the military, your job is to protect me.

    - Yes, but they talk about a possible war!

    She gives him a black look

    - Dude, the only people on the scene with guns are the Martians, the rest are a bunch of assholes. So how are we supposed to fight a war there? Do we nuke settlers who live in tents? Oh yes, that's right, they now have concrete houses! But it doesn't change anything! It is nothing more or less than a stupid exaggerated story about a completely stupid territorial conflict. And personally I've never seen a military base destroyed with the help of pebbles.

    She is silent as if she were hitting by a revelation, she mumbles a "technically yes, but no one on the spot is about to use this kind of stupid strategy".

    - Anyway, listen, Carson, the only really dangerous thing on the spot is not people but maybe the environment! I'm personally going to visit dragons!

    - WAIT WHAT?!

    She smiled with a smile of victory.

    - It's up to you, are you coming with me or not?

    - Dragons?! But that's impossible or everyone would have talked online. Are you playing with my nerves right now?

    - It's up to you, I'm personally dead of fatigue! I go to my apartments cleaned up and then we'll see if we have dinner together, depending on how tired I am!

    Carson was about to say something, but held back knowing in advance that Méla was going to contradict him. He enters the elevator with her and pulls out his hand terminal remembering unsent messages. Resisting the urge to delete them and immediately search for the keywords "dragon; Lakshmi", he presses the button "sent to recipients".

    A simple press on the screen sends both messages to its recipients. The one for Steven Wright crosses several million kilometers before being coldly deleted by data processing software. But the one destined for Zay is re-routed along a complex looped path and onion before reaching its destination....
     
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  5. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    Ashoka was in a bar. She realised not long into her assigned to the Slow Zone and the odd patrol out into the frontier that she hated bars. They were loud, busy and somehow even though many of them were only months old, smelled bad. Still, several catered to Martians, others to Earthers and others to belters. She usually ended up in the bar that catered to all three, as no one really went there, especially people under her command. She sat at a high table, her boots tucked under her stool whilst a tall glass of gin and tonic sat neglected next to her hand terminal which she stared at forlornly.

    She had hoped to catch up with Liz, but like all things life has a way of disappointing people. She had not received a reply, which meant she was either busy, asleep or outside the slow zone, either option meant that Karen would be alone for the time being until she decided to get some rack time.

    As she tapped mindlessly at her terminal, scrolling through social feeds and news she received a message from command. It had been five years since the gates opened, and only in the last six months had repeaters been set up at the Sol gate. Messages and information no longer had to be ferried across the gates event horizon aboard ships. There was still a time delay, but at least it was smoother now, it did not reply on ship timetables and transit rules. Opening the message, it informed her that a series of bio-metric tests would be required before the message was decrypted. She placed the terminal on the table surface, followed by the pad of her index finger on a small metal circle on the devices bottom right hand corner. She felt the familiar pinprick as the device sampled her DNA, followed by a volumetric scan of her face.

    Once it was satisfied it was her, the message decrypted and presented her with her new orders. As she read them her eyebrows slowly crept up her face. She reread it, and then read it again. Within the next three days, once her ships had been resupplied, refueled and her crew recuperated from their last long patrol, they would be setting course for the Providentia gate.
     
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  6. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins UN Marine

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    Walter ducked, feigned a left and then lashed out with his right. he was rewarded with the sound of the air being forced from his opponents lungs followed by a heavy Whump as they landed on the thick canvas floor of the boxing ring. He stood over the man who laid there, wheezing on the mat, breathing heavily himself, before offering his hand to his opponent. "That...was number three," he said between breathes. His opponent, a Marine Private named Jacobs, laughed slightly before coughing.

    They both made their way to the edge of the ring, still breathing heavily before Jenkins helped the younger Marine down to the floor. He didn't leave the ring though, instead he turned around and began hopping from foot to foot, keeping his heart rate up. Someone would be up there to face him shortly, there always was. The boxing ring had installed in New Tychos sprawling gym facility just three months ago and so far Jenkins was the undefeated champion. They had yet to organise any official fights, so right now he simply did it fore exercise and personal prestige.

    What surprised him was that he had actually faced a few Martians, and even more surprisingly when he beat them they accepted the result with sportsmanship, shook his hand and left. Some returned for another bout, others didn't. It had gotten the attention of some of the higher ups, and there were even whispers that the leader of the UN presence on New Tycho had heard. Walter didn't care though, this was the first time since he had left Chicago where he had been presented with a decent boxing ring, and he was not about to let it go to waste.
     
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  7. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor had sat at a table of the Fluorescent Paradise Bird a bar in the 3rd habitation ring that served primarily earthers. They'd been celebrating the success of their most recent run with a few bottles of cheap fake whiskey.

    Now he was itching for some action. His eyes wandered across the room, looking for an opportunity to start a little something.

    He spotted a group of three UN Marines that looked like they'd been drinking all day and walked over to them. Although he had'd only had a few shots he already wasn't steady on his feet anymore, so when he arrived at their table, he stumbled right into their table.

    "Oh shit, sorry guys. That whiskey got more in it than ya'd think." He made pause to look up at one of the marines "Oh sweet mother of god, did your mum try to abort ya last minute or what happened to your face?"

    The marines stood up, certainly more hammered than he was and pretty angry "Your mother will wish she'd aborted you when i'm done." And the fun began.

    The one to his left threw a punch at him. Kastor dodged right into his buddy. A punch hit his ribs. He threw three quick punches and moved back. Another punch from the left. He blocked it and began pounding his enemy. The man stumbled and fell into the table.
    Kastor turned around and faced his buddies.

    ....
     
  8. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins UN Marine

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    Jenkins was sitting in a booth with a few of his squad-mates when the fight broke out. Some drunk cowboy from the frontier had stumbled into a table of marines, by the looks of it they were on shore leave from one of the many UNN vessels at dock. It didn't take the three marines and the drunk to graduate from words to fists and before long they were hammering into each other with all the drunken tenacity they could muster.

    Jenkins put his hand on the shoulder of his squad mate who was making motions to get up and join the fray. "We don't want any part of this," that colonist is gonna get fucked up. Just you watch."

    His squad-mate, Collins, sat back down. Jenkins lifted his glass of fake whiskey and clinked it with those of his mates and settled into the booth, an amused grin on his face as the brawl grew from three marines and a civilian to three marines and four civilians. The ringleader was on the ground now, slamming his fist into what looked like the face of a marine. Jenkins could tell exactly. "Alright, every time someone lands a decent hit on that main guy, we drink." His squadmates laughed, watching eagerly.
     
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  9. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    Ashoka was back aboard the Templar going over the mission specifics. They had come through in only the last hour, and already she was grinning. While the task they had to perform in itself was a little dull, it afforded her the chance to get out of the Slow Zone and see more of the frontier systems. She didn't know a lot about Providentia, other than the fact it had a constant stream of freighters heading in and out of its gate. She knew it was a belter system, that one of the massive stations from the belt had practically emptied itself of its people, loaded them up on a great fleet and left within the first couple of years of the network opening.

    They were a private and almost secretive system, preferring to only deal with vessels coming into their system rather than trade on New Tycho like the majority of systems. Ashoka was somewhat aware of the fact that the tariffs the Sol system had placed on trade in order to enrich itself were driving many colonies to this approach. Business was done on their side of the gate and only on New Tycho is absolutely necessary. Balcora, Providentia, Tannhauser, had all cut down on their trade in the slow zone in recent months had instead sent vessels laden with materials directly to one another, and if the reports were to be believed, the practice was spreading to many other colonies. Eventually it would come to a head, but it was not Ashoka's concern with this mission.

    Instead, her task force would be escorting a Martian heavy freighter to the primary colony in Providentia. The vessel was loaded with vehicles, aircraft and materials designed specifically for traversing the desert, a look at the manifest revealed dozens upon dozens of "Baserunner" Class Rovers, "Shadow" Class heavy Landers and prefabricated structures designed to be dropped into the desert, they would then essentially construct themselves over the course of several months. Karen had known Providentia Prime was a desert planet, at least the majority of its surface. However she didn't realise the scale at which the belters were moving into the space.

    She had a couple more days on New Tycho before launch. The ships were refuelled, restocked and the crews were rested. However something nagged at her. Pulling out her terminal she checked it again, just in case there were any missed calls or messages. Seeing the standard blank background she sighed, slid it back into her pocket and returned to her notes.
     
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  10. Torin Kapisi

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    Coalition Navy Command Centre - New Tycho Station - Slow Zone

    Admiral Torin Kapisi stood at the edge of a raised podium roughly five metres in diameter. Above it floated a sizeable volumetric display of the Slow Zone. His back was at straight as a board, his hands clasped behind him as he inspected the hive of activity which was the Coalition Navy Command, or CNC for short. Above him, the display would occasionally reorientate, or zoom in on a particular gate where a transition was detected.

    He could feel the eyes of the UN staff on him from time to time, after all, half of the centre of staffed by Earthers, the other half by his fellow countrymen. He was pleasantly surprised by how well the men and women of both nations got along when an Admiral was standing in the room. He had heard occasional reports of conflict, the odd argument or instance of nationalistic pride getting in the way of their shared mission. He held no ill will towards the individuals responsible. Mars and Earth had spent the last century stoking that particular fire, and now everyone was suddenly expected to just get along.

    Still, the centre was calm. There was a constant hum of people talking into headsets, coordinating with the hundreds of vessels passing through the "Slow Zone" at any given minute. This included dozens of naval ships departing for, or returning from patrols around colony systems. Occasionally an officer would approach him, whisper something in his ear or present a terminal for him to review, but mostly Torin simply enjoyed being present amongst the activity.

    He was watching history unfold in front of him. He and his UN counterpart, Admiral Yaeger had been made responsible by their respective nations to oversee the expansion of colonies through the many ring gates. Every day new fleets of freighters, colony ships and all manner of civilian vessels would emerge from the Sol Gate and then go their separate ways. Already there was talk of significant discoveries on some of the distant worlds. Stories magnificent ruins, gargantuan system spanning constructs, verdant worlds of lush, green forests and untold riches to be mined.

    Mars was also benefitting. While a significant portion of its population had left the red planet, those that remained reported substantial improvements in multiple industrial sectors. Factories and foundries worked day and night producing heavy machinery, materials necessary for the formation of colonies, prefabricated structures and vehicles capable of traversing the varied and hostile surfaces of the many worlds through the gates.

    Still, it saddened him to hear that while Mars was strong in some regards, the terraforming effort had suffered significantly and may never fully recover. Why bother trying to terraform a barren world when hundreds waited just beyond the gate? The sentiment frustrated Torin, who had spent the better part of his life fighting for the Dream of Mars. He would not allow those under his command the luxury of abandoning their homeworld, hostile as it may be.

    The volumetric display in the middle of the CNC dimmed for a moment and then reorientated. It zoomed back out to show the whole hub, with the Core and New Tycho at its centre. Only a small percentage of the gates had been explored. Probes had been sent through roughly half, while colonies had been set up in less than 10 percent. His eyes passed over the hundreds of still unexplored gates, as he imagined what could lay beyond.
     
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  11. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    Yaeger really hated shuttle rides the seats were uncomfortable and the whole thing took way too long, but the Bismarck was too large to dock with New Tycho Station, so every time he wanted to transition between his ship and the station he had to take a shuttle.

    So naturally he was quite relieved when he started hearing the sound of docking clamps attaching to the shuttles hull. A few seconds later there was a hiss as the shuttles airlock opened and the ramp was extended out onto the corridor.

    Cervan strapped out of his seat and stretched himself, his still muscles tense from the lengthy uncomfortable ride.
    Outside the shuttle he was greeted by the Commander of the Stations UN Garrison, not a very large force considering it was a civilian station, but Tycho Shipbuilding and Engineering had allowed both Mars and Earth to use parts of the station, each would get a private dock area, which wasn't yet completed because Tycho didn't really consider it a priority, and a small complex with a garrison and space for everything needed to supervise traffic in the Hub.
    In turn the Sol Coalition had granted Tycho a few very lucrative contracts and tax decreases on various resources.

    After exchanging a few formalities the Commander and a small group of marines began escorting the Admiral to the Coalition Navy Command Centre.

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  12. Simurgh fleet

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    The officer assists from his supervision screen the entering of the MCRN Hô-oo in the Hub. The Storm Squadron is currently deployed in the area to ensure that nothing disrupts the delicate ring crossing operation. Slowly, the mastodon crosses the wormhole and finds itself intact in the pocket alien universe. The silhouette of the squadron's ships appears on the screen as each of them passes near the ship, then turns around to resume their gate patrol before returning to their bases.

    For the moment everything is going exactly as Shaver planned. The cargo ship that was coming from Lakshmi was well treated by his trustworthy men and the "package" was well transferred elsewhere without leaving a trace, in another system. Like a lot of "packages" that he has already processed before. It is a well-oiled system that works and leaves no traces. The containers are exchanged with the complicity of people on place who obviously don't know who pays them to do this. And the contents of the containers never appear in any register and will never do so.

    He quickly wrote a message to the captain of the MCRN Hô-hoo.

    > Glad to see you in the Hub!

    And quickly receives an answer:

    > Thank you, I transfer to you the most sincere greetings from the Admiral Shaver.

    Satisfied, he rebooted his screen before get up and drift towards Admiral Kapisi's location. A moron who is not aware of Shaver's plans, but who is still not dead three bullets in the back because he is still useful for something.

    - Amiral, I inform you of the arrival of the MCRN Hô-oo in the Hub. His small fleet of three corvettes and two morrigans should arrive in one to 3 three days. This will be in addition to the forces of the Simurgh fleet already in place, but Admiral Shaver has made a request in this regard. He hopes that as soon as the fleet arrives, one of the destroyers in his fleet will be able to take a look at the Tuskin system to secure vital objectives. And also that a corvette (from its fleet) can go for a ride on the Jules Vernes system. They are required to secure the transfer of a top-secret classified object by the high command. He has indicated that it will send an exact list of the systems he wishes to inspect and by which ship exactly. As usual with him, if you have any questions you have to send him a message directly, I am only the messenger.....

    @Torin Kapisi
     
  13. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    Yaeger had left his escort along the way and was making his way through the Coalition Navy Command Centre to the command room. When he finally entered the room he paused for a second, absorbing the rooms atmosphere.
    On his way here he had been extensively briefed on various situations unfolding, some of which he had already been aware off and other which were completely new to him.
    One matter that seemed to come up with many systems was the subject of taxes and tariffs. The SC had started to tax all kinds of goods fairly early on and even though the rates were fairly moderate and only high on luxury goods many colonies complained that they were too high. They were walking a dangerous path with this matter, on one hand the two superpowers wanted to profit from the new wealth, but on the other they were incredibly careful about not pissing off the colonists.

    What worried him more than the taxes was the notion of open resistance in a few of the new systems. The problem wasn't that they wanted independence, that was something that could evolve into a mutually beneficial relationship, but rather the accompanying will to view either earth or mars or both as the enemy. This sort of fanatical thinking was to be avoided at all cost.
    But a few systems had already begun arming themselves, trying to secure their independence. Soon the Sol Coalition would need to respond, he had already began working on a rough outline for trade sanctions against a select few. A measure that was to set an example.

    First he would need to talk it through with his esteemed colleague.

    "Greetings, Admiral Kapisi."

    ...

    @Torin Kapisi
     
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  14. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Kastor awoke with a pretty bad headache, he would've thanked god he didn't have to fly the Pelican himself, that is if he would believe in god, which he didn't. All in all, Kastor Griffin was a fucking heathen, he'd comitted a wide variety of sins throughout his life, and he sure as hell didn't intend on slowing down the heresy any time soon.

    He crawled out of his bunk, the smell of cheap alcohol still in the air. Since the movement sensors for the lights didn't seem to be working once again he stumbled through the room, half dressed and in search of a lightswitch.

    Suddenly he stepped on something soft and squishy. Which immediately responded with a loud squeak. Kastor stumbled backwards. "Watch were you step, you asshole!" said the voice of a woman he didnt recognize.

    "Why am I laying on the fookin floor anyways?"
    said the woman. She sounded a little groggy, as if she had the same headache he had.

    Finally Kastor found the switch and the light turned on. "Aw for christ sake, turn dat shit off again!"

    He himself had trouble with the brightness and covered his eyes with his hands until they had adjusted to the light. When he could finally see something he began looking around the room.

    The voice he had stepped on before belonged to a butt naked woman now sitting on a blanket beside his bunk. Shit Around the room lay various pieces of clothing, some belonging to him and some to the woman.

    "I need a coffee."
    he said sighing. He grabbed one of his shirts and pushed the botton to open the door, unsuccessfully. After a bit of furious punching the old controls he managed to deactive the lock and yanked open the door by hand.

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  15. Torin Kapisi

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    Torin eyed the officer with mild disinterest, while he reviewed several reports on the terminal in front of him. With a slightly bored tone he responded to the officer, who's name he had not learned yet, however to be fair on the Admiral, he had never seen the officer before. He had grown relatively accustomed to the staff of the CNC, however there were always the odd new person to get rotated in. With a bored tone he responded, "I have reviewed the Admiral's flight plans and they have been approved. There is no need to discuss matters of secrecy in the CNC officer, these matters are best left to be discussed Admiral, to Admiral. These vessels of his will have the same approval process as every other Navy vessel that passes through the Hub. As long as they provide reason and fair warning they will not be interfered with," he returned his gaze to the terminal, dismissing the officer with a wave of his hand.

    A few minutes later his UN counterpart, Admiral Yaeger entered the CNC. As one the population of the room stood, Earther and Martian alike, and saluted the Admiral. Yaeger acknowledged the show of respect and a moment later, the CNC staff returned to their duties. Yaeger approached the raised podium on which Torin stood and they shook hands.
    "Welcome back, Admiral Yaeger," he said, smiling warmly up at the Earther. "I see you have been spending more time aboard your vessel. It is a shame that you must be shuttled to and fro to simply perform your duties," he placed the terminal on a nearby surface and gazed up at the volumetric display that dominated the space. "But I understand your fondness for being aboard the vessel. If something were to happen, at least one of us would be on the bridge of a warship," he huffed a sort of laugh, the sound coming out more as a cough.
     
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  16. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    "New Tycho Traffic Control, this is the MCRN Templar requesting deactivation of docking clamps and priority trajectory away from station." Reilly was at the helm again, Suwako manning the communications station talking to the station tower. The last day had gone by without anything exciting happening. Karen had returned to the Templar early and gone over almost every inch of the vessel, ensuring it was in good shape and ready for its new mission. Several thumps reverberated through the hull as the clamps holding the ship to one of New Tycho's many spinning rings released, there was a brief feeling of weightlessness as they drifted away from the station. To the left and right of them, the Atrax & Spaniard were also disengaging, their teakettle thrusters firing and bringing them closer to the Templar.

    "We are clear of the station, selecting new trajectory. Will will rendezvous with the MCR Heavy Freighter Frigga in approximately seven hours," Reilly, the helsman announced to the cramped ops deck. "Do we have eyes on the freighter?" Ashoka asked, scanning the various information feeds as they scrolled down her terminal. "Aye ma'am it transitioned through Sol Gate two hours ago, she is burning to the rendezvous point as we speak."

    "On screen," she ordered, looking u at the large, curved display which dominated part of the ops deck. The image blurred, warped and reorientated as the high powered telescopes on the external hull of the Templar located and zoomed in on the Frigga. The vessel had four epstein drives mounted in a row on it's stern, pushing a huge complex of girders, metal frames and cargo containers. Attached to the sizes of the massive hauler were bulky landing craft, repurposed from the days when Mars imagined landing mechanised forces on the surface of Earth, now they lifted cargo and material down to colonies.

    "They're hailing us," Suwako announced, accepting an incoming tightbeam from the vessel. "MCRN Templar, this is Captain Flinders of the Frigga. We are burning hard to meet you and your ships on time. Thank you for the escort, we never know what we're going to find on the other size of these gates."

    "The pleasure is ours Captain, we will always look out for our Martian brothers and Sisters," Ashoka replied, trying to sound as formal and military as possible, even though the new directives from command often made her roll her eyes privately.

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    Several hours later

    The Templar, Spaniard and Atrax were in formation around the Frigga, the enormous freighter dwarfing the three starships. They were awaiting approval from Providentia's traffic control system to begin the transition, but for the last hour and a half they had been told to wait. This was making Ashoka nervous, they had never waited to transition into any system before, and if the report was correct, the Providientians had requested this shipment of heavy machinery, why delay the transfer?

    Why she mulled over the thoughts in her mind, the approval finally came through. They were given the green light and Ashoka gave the order. The Templar kicked on its epstein drive, it would be the first to transition, followed by the rest of the task force and then finally the Frigga. The gate approached, and the Templar transitioned through the Providentia Gate.
     
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  17. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    "Well I do like to take care of things myself, although throughout the years that has become harder and harder."

    Yaeger looked up at the volumetric display. "Anyways, I need to talk to you about something. I've gotten worrying reports from the Providentia System."

    New Providence had been a trouble maker for a lot longer than they'd had occupied the system. Ever since they had begun building their own fleet they gotten bolder and bolder. Of course after the UN and MCR had agreed on the Sol Coalition treaty and its new laws that fleet had been declared illegal.

    But now the New Providence belters had occupied their own system and they were one of the few new systems with its own shipyard. Which had started committing resources to building ships, warships.

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  18. Torin Kapisi

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    Torin nodded solemnly for a moment before turning and descending the steps of the podium. "I think this is a discussion best had in our private briefing room, wouldn't you agree?" He said, motioning for Yaeger to follow him. He stopped briefly at a workstation of a Martian officer responsible for monitoring the transition of the Frigga, a Martian merchant vessel into the very gate Yaeger had mentioned. He loitered for a minute, watching as the vessel steadily disappeared into the peculiar, almost liquid like event horizon of the gate, until it was complete. He then turned back to Yaeger and continued down a corridor.

    A few short minutes later the two Admiral sat facing one another at a medium sized table. It allowed them to discuss important matters without having to shout at each other, but enough room to fit a smaller volumetric display between them. The room was designed to discuss private matters, and every morning both MCR and UN representatives would sweep the room for bugs and listening devices to make sure that the Admirals work would be done securely.

    "Now, this system, Providentia. I have it on good authority that the men and women of that system are no bigger a threat to our safety and security as those in Tennhauser, or Balcora or Jules Verne. All of these systems have ship building capabilities, although I do admit Providentia's is far more advanced. I have been told by my superiors that I am to monitor the situation via a small task force I have dispatched, masquerading as escorts for a freighter. If we find any evidence of vessels flouting the law, we will remind them who are dealing with."

    He stood up and walked over to a coffee machine embedded in the wall, he then placed a cup under its nozzle and pressed a button. The machine whirred and vibrated while the Admiral continued. "We will find the truth of the matter soon enough, I have one of my best commanders on the task. However we must tread carefully here, we can not be seen to be targeting systems settled by belters, if we are to suddenly threaten one system for having a shipyard, we must threaten all systems that have shipyards, or none at all.

    He picked up the cup of steaming coffee and took a sip. "We must not overlook the trade benefits of these fledgling colonies also, Mars is suffering from the exodus of its citizens to worlds with breathable atmosphere. The industries now supported by these fledgling colonies must be encouraged, why, Providentia is now one of our largest suppliers of uranium, no?" He could tell Cervan was not convinced, but he didn't have to be. For any military action to be authorised against a colony, both the MCR and UN had to make the order. He had his own career to think about as well; command had made it clear that the shipments of heavy machinery, technology and colony material being purchased by the colonies was keeping the nation afloat, trade had to be encouraged.
     
  19. Kastor Griffin

    Kastor Griffin Legitimate Businessman

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    Griffin sat in the galley with the rest of his crew when someone hammered against the upper airlock. Hindrick made motions to get up but Kastor stopped him.

    "That's prolly the lady from last night." He said with a smirk.

    "I don't think she's that desperate, cap."
    Said Hindrick and his crew burst out in laughter.

    He climbed up the central ladder into the upper cargo bay. The vid feed showed someone standing outside the airlock that definitely not a woman. Kastor punched the control panel and the doors hissed open. In front of the ship stood a man in a brown jacket and with short grey hair, who was resting his weight on an old cane.

    "I'll be damned if that ain't the good Mister Haig. What leads you to visit my fine boat, Mr Haig?"

    "I heard ya were docked and thought you boys may need some work."

    "Oh, we always need work. Money isn't making itself. Come in come in." He stepped to the side and made a over exaggerated gesture to wave him in.

    "I see ya boys ain't ferrying any cargo at the moment, that's good."

    "Yeah, we just finished the last job and now we were lookin for another one. So yer practically an angel sent from the lord. So... what is the job you got to offer?" Kastor leaned against the central ladder, his arms crossed over his chest and suddenly a lot more serious than before.

    "Ah, directly down to business, eh? Well you won't see me complaining." He sat down on one of the few crates that stood in the room. "There's a shipment of goods that's been supposed to travel to the Providentia system about two weeks ago. But it's freighter got grounded due to some technical difficulties and they haven't gotten a replacement or managed to fix their ship. You'd need to load up the goods and ferry them to Providentia Prime. Easy and save money, nothing illegal."

    Kastor began to stroke his beard as he thought about the proposal.

    "And what do you get from it, Haig?"

    "5 percent as usual. Do you need time to think about it?"

    "Nah, we'll take it. Send me the details and those goods are over there within days."

    They shook hands and Haig disappeared into the station, while Kastor told his crew about the job.

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  20. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    Kapisi didn't react exactly unexpected. It was to be anticipated that mars would look at the economical aspect first. Earth too had been hit by the opening of the gates initally, but they had managed to benefit from it much faster. Now they were entering a time of economic upswing after years of stagnation.

    But Yaeger didn't necessarily trust his fellow admiral to control the situation completely on his own.

    "That is good to hear indeed. I am sure you won't mind if I myself send delegations to take a look at those systems then? Just to ensure that my superiors are satisified of course."

    Cervan stood leaning against one of the chairs of the table instead of sitting, he was still a little sore from the shuttle ride.

    "I agree military actions are not benifical to us right now. We should rather raise taxes on certain goods dedicated to shipbuilding, such as tungsten for example. This would allow us to damped their warship production and make more money from it."

    What Kapisi didn't seem to be aware of was the fact that Cervan would act on his own if the situation required it. Right now Mars needed this trade, so if he decided to take actions against those colonies it would push mars into an unfavorable position, a position that would discourage them from responding appropriately.
     

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