Message Posted on 2006-03-04
Message Posted by First Lieutenant Richard Rahl (Sec)
IC: As Richard arrived at the TL's office, he smoothed out his uniform, and then knocked at the door and waited for a reply.
Richard, SAS
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Saturday, 29 May 2010
First Post: The Mallard Club
Message Posted on 2009-08-20 11:51:54
Message Posted by Voting Member Major Laird Sir Daniel Drabbit (Hunter)
Drabbit entered from the wet street as the heavens opened over London. His ankle length trench coat and wide brimmed hat dripped with cold rainwater onto the marble floors of the club. His recent hunting expedition to Africa had been a succesful one, bagging a few lions and a rogue bull elephant, which had been unfortunate enough to have charged the Scottish Laird head on. Martini Elephant gun, One, Elephant nil.
He signed into the club as was proper and handed his dripping outer garments to the roberoom attendant.
His tweed suit underneath was immaculately pressed by his 'Gentleman's Gentleman', Carruthers. Checking his pocket for his pipe, he nodded to the attendant and headed across the foyer to the bar.
Daniel Drabbit. Laird.
Message Posted by Voting Member Major Laird Sir Daniel Drabbit (Hunter)
Drabbit entered from the wet street as the heavens opened over London. His ankle length trench coat and wide brimmed hat dripped with cold rainwater onto the marble floors of the club. His recent hunting expedition to Africa had been a succesful one, bagging a few lions and a rogue bull elephant, which had been unfortunate enough to have charged the Scottish Laird head on. Martini Elephant gun, One, Elephant nil.
He signed into the club as was proper and handed his dripping outer garments to the roberoom attendant.
His tweed suit underneath was immaculately pressed by his 'Gentleman's Gentleman', Carruthers. Checking his pocket for his pipe, he nodded to the attendant and headed across the foyer to the bar.
Daniel Drabbit. Laird.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
First Post:: USS Resolution
Message Posted on 2005-06-05
Message Posted by Captain Cheeor-Captain (CO)
Cheeor-Captain toured the lower deck where was still on going. His tail twitched as he strode by engineers connecting cables, placing wall sections in place, or running diagnostics on systems already placed.
He felt a great amount of pleasure at finally having finally gained his richly deserved command. His liver practically ached with his desire to get the menial labors done and finally get under way.
...Eventually he departed the lower decks to once again check that his special fitted chair was being installed properly on the bridge, and to view the especially ordered trophy cases placed in his ready room. He wanted to once again look upon his great-grandsires battle armor, knowing he had finally earned his own.
Message Posted by Captain Cheeor-Captain (CO)
Cheeor-Captain toured the lower deck where was still on going. His tail twitched as he strode by engineers connecting cables, placing wall sections in place, or running diagnostics on systems already placed.
He felt a great amount of pleasure at finally having finally gained his richly deserved command. His liver practically ached with his desire to get the menial labors done and finally get under way.
...Eventually he departed the lower decks to once again check that his special fitted chair was being installed properly on the bridge, and to view the especially ordered trophy cases placed in his ready room. He wanted to once again look upon his great-grandsires battle armor, knowing he had finally earned his own.
Monday, 24 August 2009
First Post: Whisper (then called Nightingale)
Message Posted on 2006-10-24 00:00:00
Message Posted by CO Crucion Star (CO)
[I have removed the : markup dots from the original entry]
Woo! First Post!
Copied from Aker's Bluff to make sure nobody misses anything.
A little BG/catchup for all you noobies :)
[start of copied post]
Crucion made his way to his room. He lies down in the bed, hands behind his head, slowing down for the first time since before the incidents of the med bay.
"This is what training prepared me for," he thought to himself, "...but it still feels weird. Shooting, and killing a man. A man I was beginning to know. A man I know others cared for," he sighed deeply, then smirked "But hey... it was a good shot.
He started to close his eyes, when he heard the beep of an incoming wave. Audio, but no picture.
"Hello?" he questioned.
"Crucion, I can't believe I finally found you." came the voice on the other end, a voice Crucion hadn't heard since he joined the military.
"Ru, is that you? It's been two years." Crucion responded.
"Yes brother it's me, but you have to listen I don't have much time. I started a shipping company called Star Enterprises. I need you to get to Highgate as soon as possible. There is a ship there called the Nightingale. On board is a shipment that needs to get to Akers Bluff and delivered to a Saloon called the Last Drop. The ships crew has disappeared but I know you can fly the ship well enough to ensure the shipment is made." Ru explained.
"I'm already at Highgate." Crucion told Ru.
"Good I need you to get that ship and get out of there now. Once you get to Akers Bluff, Sam will have an envelope for you with payment and maybe even more..." Ru stopped as another voice came over a comm system "Captain, they've found us." "Gos se! I've got to go." Ru said then the transmission went silent.
The rim of the verse is.... insane! he thought. A moment of quiet, never a moment of quiet.
...and now, his brother giving him the keys to a ship. This was the icing on the cake.
I have to go, he argued with himself inside his head, But they need me on board, he crunched his brow, But this is family. It's personal.
That was it. He got up from the bed, and packed his possessions back into his duffel bag, with the auto on top for easy access. He checked his pockets, both pistols were there - and back to full power. He swung the bag over his shoulder, and left the room.
Overhearing Charles in the Med Bay, he went down to tell him the news.
"Charles," Crucion called from the hallway outside the bay, "I need to talk to you."
"I got a wave from my brother," he spoke fast, "I haven’t heard from him in two years, and I think he's in danger."
"He has his own company, ships and all, and one is here for me - empty. I've got enough piloting skills to get it where he wants me to get it, and I guess I will see from there."
"...I'm leaving..."
[end of copied post]
He sprinted through the highgate docks, as he rushed to find "The Nightingale." It only took a few minutes; Crucion's tastes were very similar to his brothers.
She is a majestic bird, one of the newest, prettiest, but also weirdest looking ships at the docks. She is in a coat of glossed black paint with detailing in lavender and a very smoky gray.
The paint makes her the black dot on a white canvas, but out in the black of the rim she could squeeze by most of the sensor-less ships without notice.
Crucion types in a code to open the door - his childhood pet-dog's birth date - and entered the ship.
He sat down at the controls, they were very complicated, but the basics were the basics. After obtaining permission to launch, he takes her off the ground, and into the black.
She is as smooth as can be, and quite fast as well. A decent mechanic or two, and she'd be the best ship this side of the core.
The sequence of events played out over, and over again in Crucion's mind. had he done the right thing he questioned himself, at the hypnotic num of the ships engine.
A light on the panel flashed, he was there. Already. Highgate to Aker's Bluff, that fast?
Whatever. No time to think about the ship. He had to finish the job. His brother was on the line.
He got off the ship and stepped onto the oh-so-familiar surface he'd been on less then a month ago.
He jogged into the last drop, practically kicking down the door, and sat down at the bar.
"Sam...I....Nightingale...Shipment..." he spat out, breathing hard.
Message Posted by CO Crucion Star (CO)
[I have removed the : markup dots from the original entry]
Woo! First Post!
Copied from Aker's Bluff to make sure nobody misses anything.
A little BG/catchup for all you noobies :)
[start of copied post]
Crucion made his way to his room. He lies down in the bed, hands behind his head, slowing down for the first time since before the incidents of the med bay.
"This is what training prepared me for," he thought to himself, "...but it still feels weird. Shooting, and killing a man. A man I was beginning to know. A man I know others cared for," he sighed deeply, then smirked "But hey... it was a good shot.
He started to close his eyes, when he heard the beep of an incoming wave. Audio, but no picture.
"Hello?" he questioned.
"Crucion, I can't believe I finally found you." came the voice on the other end, a voice Crucion hadn't heard since he joined the military.
"Ru, is that you? It's been two years." Crucion responded.
"Yes brother it's me, but you have to listen I don't have much time. I started a shipping company called Star Enterprises. I need you to get to Highgate as soon as possible. There is a ship there called the Nightingale. On board is a shipment that needs to get to Akers Bluff and delivered to a Saloon called the Last Drop. The ships crew has disappeared but I know you can fly the ship well enough to ensure the shipment is made." Ru explained.
"I'm already at Highgate." Crucion told Ru.
"Good I need you to get that ship and get out of there now. Once you get to Akers Bluff, Sam will have an envelope for you with payment and maybe even more..." Ru stopped as another voice came over a comm system "Captain, they've found us." "Gos se! I've got to go." Ru said then the transmission went silent.
The rim of the verse is.... insane! he thought. A moment of quiet, never a moment of quiet.
...and now, his brother giving him the keys to a ship. This was the icing on the cake.
I have to go, he argued with himself inside his head, But they need me on board, he crunched his brow, But this is family. It's personal.
That was it. He got up from the bed, and packed his possessions back into his duffel bag, with the auto on top for easy access. He checked his pockets, both pistols were there - and back to full power. He swung the bag over his shoulder, and left the room.
Overhearing Charles in the Med Bay, he went down to tell him the news.
"Charles," Crucion called from the hallway outside the bay, "I need to talk to you."
"I got a wave from my brother," he spoke fast, "I haven’t heard from him in two years, and I think he's in danger."
"He has his own company, ships and all, and one is here for me - empty. I've got enough piloting skills to get it where he wants me to get it, and I guess I will see from there."
"...I'm leaving..."
[end of copied post]
He sprinted through the highgate docks, as he rushed to find "The Nightingale." It only took a few minutes; Crucion's tastes were very similar to his brothers.
She is a majestic bird, one of the newest, prettiest, but also weirdest looking ships at the docks. She is in a coat of glossed black paint with detailing in lavender and a very smoky gray.
The paint makes her the black dot on a white canvas, but out in the black of the rim she could squeeze by most of the sensor-less ships without notice.
Crucion types in a code to open the door - his childhood pet-dog's birth date - and entered the ship.
He sat down at the controls, they were very complicated, but the basics were the basics. After obtaining permission to launch, he takes her off the ground, and into the black.
She is as smooth as can be, and quite fast as well. A decent mechanic or two, and she'd be the best ship this side of the core.
The sequence of events played out over, and over again in Crucion's mind. had he done the right thing he questioned himself, at the hypnotic num of the ships engine.
A light on the panel flashed, he was there. Already. Highgate to Aker's Bluff, that fast?
Whatever. No time to think about the ship. He had to finish the job. His brother was on the line.
He got off the ship and stepped onto the oh-so-familiar surface he'd been on less then a month ago.
He jogged into the last drop, practically kicking down the door, and sat down at the bar.
"Sam...I....Nightingale...Shipment..." he spat out, breathing hard.
Thursday, 20 August 2009
First Post: USS Majestic
Message Posted on 2005-07-28
Message Posted by Captain Sharana Vashon (CO)
Space Station 619 was located on the boarder of Federation and Lyran territory. The Majestic had been born here and orders for crew had been sent far and wide. People would be arriving for the next two weeks and be directed immediatly to the ship before her final launch date.
CO
Message Posted by Captain Sharana Vashon (CO)
Space Station 619 was located on the boarder of Federation and Lyran territory. The Majestic had been born here and orders for crew had been sent far and wide. People would be arriving for the next two weeks and be directed immediatly to the ship before her final launch date.
CO
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
First Post: Akers Bluff
Message Posted on 2006-03-04
Message Posted by Inhabitant Semaj Surac (Harbormaster)
As Semaj walked along the dock palisade, he noticed that 2 ships were coming in to dock. He had already sorted out the Tain Bo'Cuilange (OOC: I think thats how its spelt) But the other one hadn't checked with him.
=/= Akers Bluff Harbourmaster to unknown freighter, please identify yourself. =/=
=/= Akers Bluff Harbourmaster, this is the Raug'Moss, requesting permission to dock. =/= A strangely familiar voice replied. He suddenly realised who the voice belonged to.
=/= Richard you old fool, nice ship you got there. New? =/=
=/= Yeah, you gotta see her, let me in and I'll show you some neat features it has got. =/=
=/= Ok, Raug'Moss, you have permission to dock. =/=
OOC: To be continued in a minute, when I get back to the computer =P
Semaj, Harbourmaster
Richard, Captain of the Raug'Moss
Message Posted by Inhabitant Semaj Surac (Harbormaster)
As Semaj walked along the dock palisade, he noticed that 2 ships were coming in to dock. He had already sorted out the Tain Bo'Cuilange (OOC: I think thats how its spelt) But the other one hadn't checked with him.
=/= Akers Bluff Harbourmaster to unknown freighter, please identify yourself. =/=
=/= Akers Bluff Harbourmaster, this is the Raug'Moss, requesting permission to dock. =/= A strangely familiar voice replied. He suddenly realised who the voice belonged to.
=/= Richard you old fool, nice ship you got there. New? =/=
=/= Yeah, you gotta see her, let me in and I'll show you some neat features it has got. =/=
=/= Ok, Raug'Moss, you have permission to dock. =/=
OOC: To be continued in a minute, when I get back to the computer =P
Semaj, Harbourmaster
Richard, Captain of the Raug'Moss
Friday, 31 July 2009
First Post: An occasional series
This will be a series covering AJJE's early history in an interesting way, by posting the first IC posts from a variety of sims. First up USS Independence, this one by our President Alex Verdusco (2005-05-27 00:00:00):
Admiral Jeff Price sat in the command chair of the USS Independence for the first time. The bridge was dark, and most of the stations were hibernating. He glanced out the large viewport and watched the various engineering pods over about the saucer section of the bridge. He took one long swivel in his chair. There was absolutely no one on this bridge, but he silently knew this would change, in a matter of hours.
" Computer," Price said slowly, " Transfer command codes to Admiral Jeff Price, authorization Gamma One Four."
The computer chirped an acknowledgement.
" The USS Independence is now under the command of Admiral Jeff Price," the computer called out.
- Price
Admiral Jeff Price sat in the command chair of the USS Independence for the first time. The bridge was dark, and most of the stations were hibernating. He glanced out the large viewport and watched the various engineering pods over about the saucer section of the bridge. He took one long swivel in his chair. There was absolutely no one on this bridge, but he silently knew this would change, in a matter of hours.
" Computer," Price said slowly, " Transfer command codes to Admiral Jeff Price, authorization Gamma One Four."
The computer chirped an acknowledgement.
" The USS Independence is now under the command of Admiral Jeff Price," the computer called out.
- Price
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