ROLEPLAY HQ - galaxy-in-peril

"Halcyon 12-B.." Came the voice of a seasoned veterand of the galaxy. Commander Sol. An aged, bearded man of full, white hair. His mane tucked beneath a decorated cap, accented in gold. "A point in history, typically referring to an era where times were happier. And more peaceful.." His booted steps walked down the line as he eyed the crew. One after the other. "The galaxy is in grave danger. Our enemy closes in at our throats. They would have us crushed beneath their boots. They would impose complete domination, in which the powerful rule, and the weak cower and obey." He stopped, turned, and walked back down the line with his hands beneath his back. "Each of you has been chosen for this mission of utmost importance. Perhaps our last chance at turning the tide of this war. Each of you has witnessed firsthand the destruction the empire has wrought." He would pivot once more, before moving in front of the line, looking at each member individually. "I ask much of you. The galaxy is in grave danger. And countless worlds are praying for a savior. Knowing the odds.. Will you answer their call?" Without missing a beat, Captain Jett Wynters would step from the line, standing tall, his voice ringing clear. Well disciplined. "Whatever it takes, sir!" He barked, standing at attention.

@Final

Having been lined up for the Commander's final inspection, was the crew of the Halcyon 12-B, a brand new Kestral class frigate that was tasked with special recon and intel gathering missions, which meant her crew was the best of the best that the Federation had to offer, experts in their fields. that included Lt 2nd Grade, Xaria Starlight, one of the original special forces operators in the Federation, she had worked to get their program off the ground, and this assignment was both an honor, and a likely death sentance for a grunt, knowing that these sorts of missions had extreme levels of danger. with just a half dozen droids to back her up, this problem was magnified tenfold, but she remained stoic, the only alien of the crew, she stood out like a sore thumb, nearly a head taller than most of the others.

Commander Sol glanced towards the captain, nodding once in approval. "May the galaxy guide you and your crew, captain. Dismissed." And with that, the deck cleared out, soldiers, engineers and others who were present to witness the send off of the crew on a dire mission departed one by one, until it was only the crew remaining on the deck. Captain Wynters took his place next to the ship, as he glanced over the vessel, orange and white. It was in perfect condition. Without a scratch, dent, or chip in place. It was ready to be sent off into the sea of stars, perhaps never to even be seen again. Jett seemed to ease up a bit after the Commander had left, his stoic, adamant posture relaxing as he held his hands behind his back. Straw blonde hair combed neatly from his face as he gazed upon the Halcyon. "Alright. 12-B." He said. "Climb on board and get ready for launch. The package is secured. I want all systems running in five." "Sir." Replied the systems engineer, one Willow Bright with tanned skin and auburn hair, split into twin braids running down her back.

@Final

Xaria of course, saluted like all the others, and she quickly climbed aboard, heading to the security station, where she would begin preparing by locking down all of the things that were not bolted down. She'd been aboard ships for a lot of years, she knew the drill, and didn't need to be told twice about it all. of course, the rest of the crew were outstanding as well, with the various different stations reporting in good for launch, with no seeming problems at this time.

The control room was optimized. Turrets calibrated, blast doors sealed, shields operational, and armory locked. Xaria's task was completed with no problems at all, as the comms systems all chattered with confirmation. "Medical Bay online." Came the voice of an effeminate A.I. "Ship's engines fully operational, combat drones synchronized with crew." Willow's voice came thereafter. "Three-hundred different languages and dialects downloaded to the comms network. Rosetta Stone protocols enabled." Spoke yet another voice, in the form of a rugged male's. All the while, the captain entered the flight-deck, as the ship's engines roared to life, and the thrusters started to prime for take off.

@Final

we should kick this back off, maybe change the premise a bit? I got more than a little lost with what to do

10:02

@Stellar i know i abandoned it for a while

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