M3: 01 - Fortress V's Launch

[Radio: (B) Secure] The General clears his throat. "All Repliforce soldiers and personnel.. we are absconding from Sanctuary at this time. Please input the special code you have each recieved in your recent command update."

Teleportation Area--Fortress V

The teleportation room of the Fortress V is large, able to hold Ride Armors and reploids as large as General. Blue energy platforms allow people to teleport practically anywhere, the mobile fortress linked into the teleport grid the same way as Eurasia is, accounting for the vessel's mobile nature. As well as the fixed locations, this teleport has the standard array of custom location teleporters.

Type 'tel/list' to see a list of destinations and 'tel <location>' to activate the teleporters.

Krieger Wolf [Normal] [RF] Anthem [Varia] [RF]

General [Normal] [RF]

Out <O> leads to Fortress V - Upper Deck.

Storm Owl appears in a flash of energy.

Iris has arrived.

Iris appears in a flash of energy.

Jared Kintane has arrived.

Jared Kintane appears in a flash of energy.

Assault Kangaroo has arrived.

Assault Kangaroo appears in a flash of energy.

Locrian has arrived.

Locrian appears in a flash of energy.

Jet Stingray has arrived.

Jet Stingray appears in a flash of energy.

Barrage Raptor has arrived.

Barrage Raptor appears in a flash of energy.

Frost Walrus arrives from the Upper Deck.

Frost Walrus has arrived.

Hailstorm Eagle has arrived.

Hailstorm Eagle appears in a flash of energy.

Dr. Sarah Fairchild has arrived.

Dr. Sarah Fairchild appears in a flash of energy.

Gate has arrived.

Gate appears in a flash of energy.

Sewa has arrived.

Sewa appears in a flash of energy.

Crescent Grizzly has arrived.

Crescent Grizzly appears in a flash of energy.

<Global News Network> A nondescript reporter appears on the screens -- "Well, folks, it certainly seems to be the night for parties and celebrations.. as here we are not far from Ireland, and a number -- if not hundreds of thousands of Repliforcers seem to be gathering around.. something or another. It's odd how they are gathered around this tract of land an-- o..h my god.." The camera swivels over quickly, as that tract of land, a mile long -- was apparently cloaked. Light flickers as an enormous cloaking shield starts to dissipate, fading from sight. What could easily be the single most enormous battleship ever -- emblazoned with Repliforce logos, is revealed. The Fortress V is here -- as much of the Repliforce outside erupts into cheering as it's engines begin to warm up -- quite loudly at that.

Quietly, from within the huge chamber of the teleporters, the mostly reconstructed form of General stands tall. He stands with pride, as the Fortress V hums to life. And he awaits guests -- not to mention people who will live here very soon, his arms folded neatly behind him. Storm Owl is likely already standing at full attention next to him. A 27-liter bottle of champagne is unassumingly leaned to a wall.

Anthem appears in a flash of light. And looks around. "...Whoa, dude." Of course, then she gets shoved out of the way as the place just PILES full of eager, enthusiastic people who want to see the new fun toy.

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "Sweeet, it works."

Iris materializes inside the teleporter, and excitedly looks around. "Wow," she breaths -- then her shoulders slump dejectedly. "...I wish my brother were here to see this..."

Hailstorm Eagle isn't here. She's being tended to by medics in Egypt.

Storm Owl is indeed standing next to the two story-tall General, looking about as prim and proper as a mech who's always prim and proper can look. Storm Owl is taking this new command in his usual, emotionless stride. Hands clasped behind his back in a standard military at-ease stance, Storm Owl is also flanked by several lower, NPC officers, all looking proud of this new shining beacon of Repliforce might, justice, and truth. As each Repliforcer enters, the Captain gives them a curt, military nod to acknowledge them.

[Radio: (G) Global] The General transmits, "No thanks to the support of people like you, Sewa."

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Impressive."

Crescent Grizzly is here as well, standing near the back. Arms crossed about his barrel chest, he watches the Maiden Voyage start to get under way. A slight smirk of satisfaction as the engines begin to start up, even.

Take /that/, Houseman.

Krieger Wolf appears in a flash of light as well, folding his arms behind his back and glancing around quizzically. It almost seems like he's scanning the area, but for what purpose? .oO(Next time we get boarded, I'm going to snipe /every/ mother****er who comes in.)Oo. ...oh. Okay.

Barrage Raptor is here too. Hoorah. She thinks this new vehicle will give RF a step up on the other factions in this war. Finall a step in the right direction.

Quieter than usual, the Stingray of Justice comes in, looking about, looking about as he is slightly hunched other more than usual. While the new toy is nice... The Swank Stingray Sea Spa (or Altantis as other called it) will soon be something Jet won't be able to call home. But wait... Is anyone actually living there? No. Hrm.... Altantis all to himself. With that, Jet stands up tall. A pad in the air and sea! Rocking.

. o O (Should I call it Jet Land? Or um, something else. Maybe Stingrayica. Oooooh, that sounds cool.)

Having just arrived with the newest wave of Repliforcers, Locrian's grey eyes widen as he steps down from the teleporter. He tips his head back and openly gawks at the size and majesty of the new addition to the Repliforce's arsenal. Hand around his scabbarded sword, the knight walks backwards in the throng of people to stare all the better. "... wow."

Frost Walrus is already here, near the back, watching as Repliforce soldiers enter through the teleporters. He offers nods and little waves to the Marines as they show up, and others get a subtle nod. Frost isn't exactly life of the party material. However, he is very glad that Repliforce is about to establish its dominance of all things vehicle again.

Jared Kintane meanwhile appears shortly after Iris, reaching out to pat the reploid on the shoulder. "...aw. Don't worry. I'm sure he's still happy as can be about this. You guys are back, and back with a vengance. That's what's important today, and it's time to celebrate." he states emphatically, as he looks around in a quite pleased manner.

"It's looking really good General. Really good." he adds, giving a salute to the large Reploid, as he moves from behind Iris, further within, so more people can make their way within.

Leaving the teleport is Assault Kangaroo, who has come to witness the brand, spanking new Fortress V. Oh, man, this kills Houseman's poor Fortress IV so badly it's not even funny. Definitely a step in the right direction for the Repliforce. It can also be noted that he is also carrying five boxes of personal possessions. He is intent on moving in here for sure.

The shorty shorty Sewa whom General could probably squish with a single finger steps out of the Teleport Chamber, rubbing her hands together, giggling a little, and generally showing the sort of 'evil genius' archetype that seems to exist in all scientists. She's not really crazy (anymore), she's just -that- happy to see her rwork come to fruitation. And she knows which parts of the Fortress V are her doing. The sudden appearance for one thing. She keeps tabs on the news so she can get a beautious look at the outside too.

And then she blinks, and glances around for the HeraCorp reploids that sneakily joined Repliforce. She wants to say hi and give hugs!

Storm Owl turns his head slightly as Iris makes her entrance, "Major, I believe you wished to work on the communications systems? I hope that you're willing to wait until after the formal tour. I think you'll find it facinating, if nothing else." Storm gives Assault an eye, as if calculating how much weight is being brought on board and how much this will slow down the ship at maximum cruising velocity (0.000000003 percent, approximately). The Captain takes a deep, mechanical breath, glancing around the teleportation hub with mild interest. He's seen it all before, true, but now... filled with Repliforce soldiers all patting themselves on the back and cheering about how this will bring about a new dawn for fighting against the enemies of mankind... a lesser mech might be prone to a sudden burst of patriotism, but Storm Owl merely keeps his steely gaze upon those entering, hiding his personal thoughts.

Iris brightens a little bit, looking up toward Storm Owl as she's addressed. "-- Oh yes, of course! This place is incredible...I'm ready to make sure the comm system is in working order!"

Gate arrives from the teleporter, hands in his pockets. He can't help but smile at it all. For one, he would like nothng more than to see Houseman impaled upon one of Sigma's tentacles in a public spectacle that only a violent anime can do justice. For another, he has family among Repliforce, and he wants to see how they're doing, and their new houseboat.

And another flash heralds the arrival of the Interpol invitees - the other one, that is. Sarah Fairchild, decked out in her Interpol uniform (she didn't have time to grab anything else!) materializes, stepping out of the teleporter - and stopping dead in her tracks, gaping up at the expansive teleporter room. She's been in areas designed for truly massive Reploids and the like before, of course, but /still/ - this is something truly impressive. Also, there is a 27-liter bottle of champagne over there, and that's just not the kind of thing the human brain accepts easily.

Crescent Grizzly mentally reminds himself to go check on the crew in the Fortress V's Mess Hall that he left cooking the celebratory Gumbo Dinner. And make sure they followed his exact instructions-gumbo must be done properly after all. Examining some of the arrivals, he nods to them in turn, lingering upon Sewa. Though, he tenses slightly at Sarah Fairchild. INTERPOL.

A glance of inquiry at General...

A wide smile is planted across the features of General. To say that General doesn't have any amount of pride for the culmination of weeks of planning, secrecy, hardship, all this planning overseen by himself and Storm Owl.. support of people like Jared, Sewa, among others worldwide.. he brings his arms from around his back and spreads them wide as people get in their fill of the Fortress-series' first capable world teleporter.

"Welcome, welcome.. to the Fortress Five."

With that voluminous announcement, he continues-- "This project, we are standing here today after many weeks, if not months of hard work. People who stepped forward to support us in our time of need. Miss Sewa, Jared Kintane, Doctor Sarah Fairchild, Professor Gate.. I thank each of you for being available to attend as well. I believe it is time for two things.." He reaches over and picks up the bottle. "One.. is a grand tour of the facilities here. The second? I believe we need to uphold a very famous tradition before the Fortress V lifts off for her Maiden Voyage. The christening of the Fortress V, of course.." He spies Anthem and Barrage, before grinning. "Would you two like to do the honors?"

Iris giggles into her hand, then looks around for Anthem and Barrage in amusement.

The Kangaroo looks out from behind the stack of boxes, simply grinning towards General. He's always up for a tour...

Krieger Wolf facepalms. "So that's why that giant bottle of booze was necessary....." He's almost glad he isn't an alcoholic, because that would be like the Holy Grail. Even if it is probably glorified paint stripper.

Storm Owl smiles very thinly, "If it cannot wait, Major, then I shall have someone escort you to the comm stations. However I do suggest staying for the tour. General is bound to make one of his infamous speeches." It doesn't take a brainiac to predict that, and Storm peers upwards at the massive leader at his side. And so the speech comes. Storm Owl remains still for most of it, but nods at the tradition of christening the vessel. The war bird is quite a study of military history, and its traditions have a rich, noble past which boosts morale. Although Storm Owl cannot relate to many on an emotional level, he does recognize the importance morale has on a crew.

[Radio: (G) Global] The General, as an afterthought, seems to chuckle, "Thank you, Doctor."

Iris says, "Oh, I'm not going to miss /this/, no way no how!"

Anthem blinks. Then blinks again. "Whubwa?" She looks somewhat dumbfounded. "Wait wait - I'm not a @#$^ing sailor. What the heck am I supposed to do?" She looks at Barrage, rather a bit taken aback by the situation and having no idea what to do. Military traditions have always been one of her weak points.

Job has arrived.

Job appears in a flash of energy.

Jared Kintane comments in response to Krieger. "And lemme tell you. Custom bottles like that don't come cheap." Towards Anthem, Kintane chuckles and puts a hand before his mouth to project his voice. "You break the bottle over the bulkhead, preferably in a bikini!" That should elicit a few hoots and hollers from SecDef.

Barrage Raptor looks over at Anthem, "I think we're supposed to take that big bottle and smash it against the ship. I've never really understood the point of trying to damage a ship with alcohol before you even take it out, but tradition is tradition."

Locrian, who had briefly been swept underfoot, manages to wrangle his way back up onto his feet. "... what's this about bikinis?" he asks the nearest Repliforcer, confused.

Frost Walrus nods at Barrage. "You have to christen it's maiden voyage, Anthem. With most ships, it's just a regular bottle. With /this/ ship, however, that didn't seem to be just enough."

Dr. Sarah Fairchild has disconnected.

General merely grins. "One of the traditions of christening a ship is the breaking of a bottle over the bulkhead, or across the bow of the ship." He inwardly facepalms slightly at Jared's comments before shaking his head. "Once everyone here is ready.. we can tour /and/ find a proper point for the christening. After all, breaking a bottle here would be.. ill-advised."

Gate takes the opportunity to move to Sarah's side, twining one hand around one of hers. He smiles slightly. "I believe the tradition of smashing the bottle of wine onto a ship has to do with blessing it. But considering the crew... I'd say it's already blessed beyond measure."

"It's for good luck!" Iris chimes in cheerfully.

Well another person arrives in the teleporation area of the new Super Star Destroyer err Frotress V. Its a Sniper Joe! The Masters are boarding the ship, wait ahem its just Job and he steps off the teleporter. Well he's a bit late and heads off after the others.

There's a momentary pause as Anthem processes that. From multiple sources. Her main rebuttal? "Can we use wiseguy over there to break it?" She jerks a thumb at Jared - but hey, who's she to argue with this? A quick toddle, and she hefts the bottle up. "...*Man*, I was wonderin' what you were on for a second, Barrage, about 'damaging' the ship with this, but jeez, with the weight of it? You may be right."

Assault just has one question to ask to General.

"Before we tour, where can I set my personal possessions while we're touring?"

Sewa reddens a litte, and spots her Repliforcers. Seems like they're still a little shy of the other Forcers, choosing to remain as a group. Well nuts to that, Sewa slinks quietly towards them and whispers, "You shouldn't be just hanging around, go and mingle.", she tells them, "I bet you've barely talked to the other Forcers.", she glances towards Jared. He seems familiar, but she's not really sure how. Sighing a little, she clasps her hands together and cracks her knuckles nervously.

Storm Owl replies simply to Assault by turning to one of those flanking him, "Crewman, take Lt. Assault's possessions to his quarters." The crewman salutes and rushes over to do so. At the bottle related antics, Storm shifts his weight slightly from one foot to another. Geez, this was apparently a really simple affair way back when. Now nobody knows what to do.

General thinks on that -- "The Main levels have most of the crew quarters, between decks 20-30. Or.." He gestures, as a crewman comes up to Assault. "She can take your belongings there. Living Quarters have been assigned appropriately in accordance to previous conditions at Resolution Point." And with that -- he gestures towards the large sets of doors -- multiple ones for alot more people, thankfully, and walking through.

Gate takes Dr. Sarah Fairchild.

Jet Stingray just looks about, hrmming to General and everyone else. Having his brainstorm, the Stingray shrinks into the background as best he can, nodding to those as he follows after General.

"All right, General."

And he gives the crewman his boxes.

"Thanks! Now I'm ready..."

Storm Owl looks up at General, as the poor crewman apparently got the same orders frmo two different people. Ah well, that just means it'll be done extra well, right?

You enter the Upper Deck.

Fortress V - Upper Deck

The upper decks of the Fortress V are bright with natural light, the windows atop the ship allowing in sun and moonlight to give a more organic feel to the area. This is where the brains of the Repliforce meet and think, carrying out experiments and creating new reploids, as well as repairing the wounded that are bound to crop up in war. The teleporters sit in the rear of this area, providing a ready link from Repliforce to the rest of the world.

Fore <F> leads to Fortress V - Skydeck.

Starboard <S> leads to Fortress V - Medical Center.

Port <P> leads to Fortress V - Research And Development.

Aft <A> leads to Teleportation Area--Fortress V.

Turbolift <TL> leads to Turbolifts - Fortress V.

*** Entering Spam ***

It's probably a good thing that the F5 isn't linked to the WilyHour, at least. There would be rumblings to go take it out. As General walks forwards, moving across the upper deck, he getures outwards around him with both arms. "This is the Upper Deck -- dedicated to the research and development that Repliforce carries on with, in addition to medical facilities that outclass Resolution Point's entirely. From here, as you noticed, there is access to the teleportation area of the ship -- designed for rapid response to, at needs, send troops to specific locales anywhere in the world, linking up with the Teleporter Grid in the similar fashion that Eurasia does, except it is much, much more advanced."

Iris seems to approve of the expansive windowed deck. Somewhat overwhelmed by the awe of the moment, which is amplified even further by everyone present, Iris silently wipes away a few tears with a little kerchief as she follows along.

Job follows after the others and manages to catch up with a certain comm tech he knows as he says "Hey Iris! Wait up a second!"

Barrage Raptor would already be behind the controls if she knew the Wily Show was on air...But alas, she doesn't. So she's just walking along following the tour.

Locrian follows along with the throng quietly. He's just another face, gawking in wonder.

Anthem wobbles along, carrying the massive booze bottle. It's not that it's heavy, it's just that it's kinda unweildy to carry.

Assault follows along, no longer burdened by five boxes. He's just looking around the place in general.

Jared Kintane meanwhile trails along on the tour, slowing to let Sewa catch up with him. "...didn't we meet before? Sometime? Regardless, I'm the bankroll that paid you off. Jared Kintane, formerly of Mikage International." explains the semi-former businessman. "I'm sure you're aware what that entailed." adds the ninja, as an afterthought as he extends a hand.

Storm Owl follows behind General, keeping close by in case anything is needed. "You'll notice that the medical bay can be accessed from here, meaning it should be a short trek from the transporters to medical aid in case of an emergency. There will be EMS on duty at all times - double during battle situations - in the teleportation area specifically to transport those severely wounded who cannot make it to the medical bay themselves. Keep in mind that with the advanced teleportation system General mentioned, that it must not be leaked to the Mavericks or Robot Masters. Loose lips sink ships," he says, reminding everyone of the old World War slogan.

Jet Stingray arrives from the Teleportation Area--Fortress V.

Jet Stingray has arrived.

Krieger Wolf continues along, nodding slightly and keeping his ears open while he continues to watch. "Yes, this should be most satisfactory indeed...." he says, grinning slightly. Now where are the guns on this thing anyway?

Sewa beams. Medical facilities! She scans around quickly, almost forgetting entirely about her kids. "Do you have the TK:Repair Bed 250?", she says, babbling some medic nonsense. There's a little special glint in her eyes that shows she's actually interested in that sort of thing. And then she finds herself next to General, and looks to him, "Oh!", she blushes, "I guess so, I uh..had a past of sorts with Mikage, but...really? Heh, guess I should be thanking you.", she shakes the ninja's hand.

Iris turns a bit, grinning in surprise when she sees Job. "Oh, hello! Isn't this the most tremendous place?"

Barrage Raptor moves over to Anthem, to try to help her out a little bit, "Don't drop it. Don't want to have to clean that up.."

Anthem grunts at Barrage. "Hey, I got it, don't worry. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

Locrian is gawking at the back. Just a guy with a sword going 'oooh' over the new-place-smell.

General grins. "I think I have a good place in mind to christen that bottle." he states this as he gestures towards the Fore of the ship, to continue on with the tour, as it were. "This ship, is more than merely a weapon of war, ladies and gentlemen.. it is the last, best hope, it is a port of call, as we, the Repliforce, have become something of an army without nation. But we are an army with ideals all the same.."

You enter the Skydeck.

Fortress V - Skydeck

A giant atrium covered with a transparisteel dome, the skydeck is a small onboard park, trees and plants growing in a carefully controlled environment to give this place a beautiful natural feeling. The sky is always visible here, in the brightest days the darkest nights, in storms and calm. A place of silence and rest, there is very little strife here, most of the visitors to this calm place coming to relax.

Out <O> leads to Fortress V - Upper Deck.

*** Entering Spam ***

Storm Owl strides into the skydeck with General. Although the most beautiful of all sections of the ship, the Captain is not too likely to be here unless he requires quiet for his calculations. Although beautiful, it seems out of place to Storm to have a botanical garden on a warship. But this was one of the things that was non-negotiable, so Storm Owl shall accept that it boosts morale - again, that annoying requirement rears its ugly head. Storm Owl remains silent as General gives the speeches. He's better at them anyhow.

Assault follows again, still looking about.

Anthem blinks in total shock. "....." She looks around. Left. Trees. Right. Bushes. "Uh. Whoa. This is unexpected."

Iris is definitely impressed by the botanical garden. If she was just tearing up earlier, now she's in a full-scale crying jag. "This is so wonderful," she sobs. "I want to live here."

Crescent Grizzly puts a big paw around Iris, to comfort her, though he knows this is just her being very happy. It's nice though, to have this big garden here. All the comforts of a base on the ground.

Blaster Saurian has been with the tour the entire time! Really! Its only just now that you all can even notice him. Yeah. Anyway the living stoplight wanders up and aside Barrage for whatever reason as the tour continues. As everyone wanders into the atrium he grins, especially when he glances up to the sky, "This I can learn to like..."

Gate smiles. "Interesting. And beautiful. It's nice to know there's a touch of nature here aboard this ship. It's gotta be good for morale." He looks to Sarah. "What do you think?"

Job says "i know Iris, I helped to build this ship and gather a few things for it." He walks along taking it all in and says to Crescent "Evening."

General simply grins --"And indeed you can live here -- well, obviously right not in the very Skydeck, that would infringe on other visitors.." General smiles, opening his arms wide. "I wanted this Fortress to be able to be a true /home/. Not just quarters, weapons, and armor to protect it's people. Storm and I butted heads a few times on this -- but this ship will be where every member of the Repliforce may work, may sleep, without ever feeling out of place. Our home is the world and the sky at the same time." He extends a few fingers around a few leaves of a tree as he walks around the Skydeck, looking towards the windows, and pressing a few buttons, opening one pane. "Anthem, Barrage, once we're ready for the christening after the tour, you can come down here and break that bottle across the side of the ship here -- it's close to the bridge at least."

Grunting, Anthem shakes her head. "What is it with people and trees? It's too.. green. Fah." She wobbles the massive bottle over into place, setting it down just in front of the window. "Right. So, Barrage - how you wanna do this? Grab hold and swing, or pitch and pray?"

Jet Stingray moves to Iris' side, just offering a simple pat on her shoulder after he scanned the area. He then just follows after, hrmming as he looks about, blinking a few times to Anthem's methods.

Putting up his hands, General laughs, "Not yet, not yet."

Barrage Raptor grins at Anthem, "I think we should take it and swing it like a bat. I think we can do it."

Locrian finds a place near the edge of the madness, and stands alone as can be had, staring up at the huge dome with his hands behind his back.

Iris grins up at Crescent, and then gives him a hug. "Thanks," she mentions quietly. "I'm just so happy we can have another start...the dream's finally become a reality." Jet gets a hug, too. "Isn't this great? This is the greatest thing ever!"

Only Gate's voice jolts Sarah out of her awestruck stupor, Doctor Fairchild taking a few seconds to find her voice, before finally managing, "I...yes. It's beautiful - and a wonderful change of pace from the rest of the ship...I like it." This place is so grandiose, it's hard for her to really take it all in at once!

Storm Owl shifts his weight from one foot to another. "In case you are concerned, this section of the ship is not nearly as vulnerable as one might suspect upon first glance. It is well defended by several of the Fortress V's firing arcs, as well as heavy plate shielding in the event of an attack." What's that? Nobody mentioned being concerned? Well, /Storm/ was, when this idea was brought up. But given how much everyone likes it, Storm has to admit it was evidently the right call.

Assault looks around at the garden. So much nature... Definitely a good idea. And those defenses? Good.

Anthem isn't worried about defenses. She's more worried by the fact that it's so.. *green*. Nodding to Barrage, she smirks. "Right." She steps back from the bottle at General's command, and dusts her hands off. Job's ready to go.

Krieger Wolf finally rejoins the little group with a piece of hay sticking out of his mouth. Yeah, that's right. Don't ask him where he got it. "Hmm....interesting...." But, the wolf says no more.

Serene listens to General as she talks with Jared, but unfortunately it keeps part of her attention away from the tour, but she still listens, she just has trouble glancing around to see what's up.

Jet Stingray pats Iris on the head. "It is different that's for sure. I just hope they got the hot tub lifted out of the old one. I liked that thing."

General merely grins -- "Shall we move on? I believe, while some may not like naturely /nearly/ as much as some of us.. there's much more to bear witness to..." General gestures, once again, towards the doors -- heading this time for the Turbolifts.

You enter the Turbolifts.

Turbolifts - Fortress V

A series of rapid turbolifts give the Repliforce access to the many levels of this ship. Large tubes, scaled to many different sizes of reploids, the largest are easily big enough for General himself to ride comfortably. Each tube is its own system, so that individually disabled tubes do not affect the operation of the rest of the ship.

Bridge - Ready Room, Commanders' Offices

Upper Levels - Medbay, R&D, Teleporters

Main Levels - Training Rooms, Quarters

Lower Levels - Engine Room, Brig

Docking Bay - Ride Armor Repair Bay, Exit

Bridge <B> leads to Fortress V - Bridge.

Upper Level <UL> leads to Fortress V - Upper Deck.

Main Level <ML> leads to Fortress V - Main Deck.

Lower Level <LL> leads to Fortress V - Lower Deck.

Dock <D> leads to Fortress V - Docking Bay.

*** Entering Spam ***

You enter the Bridge.

Fortress V - Bridge

The true brains of the Repliforce Fortress, the bridge is always bustling with activity as reploids move in and out, the crew here always watching out for the systems, subsystems, and weapons of the might Fortress V. Comfortable couches with long panels allow the bridge crew to sit while commanding the vessel, while other stations allow people to stand as they work at them. A combination transparisteel window/viewscreen rests at the front of the room, and a large steering wheel, seemingly taken from a pirate's vessel, rests in the back of the room, its purpose seemingly decorative. Doors here lead to the offices of Colonel and General, as well as the ready room.

Control Panel

Starboard <S> leads to Fortress V - General's Office.

Port <P> leads to Fortress V - Colonel's Office.

Aft <A> leads to Fortress V - Ready Room.

Turbolift <TL> leads to Turbolifts - Fortress V.

*** Entering Spam ***

Storm Owl steps into the command centre. Were one looking at him, you'd see a slight smile on his beak - but only briefly. "Captain and General on the bridge!" One of the crewmen at one of the consoles calls out. All of the crew stand up at attention immediately. "At ease." Storm Owl replies curtly. The war bird steps up to the command seat and pats the arm rest of it. He declines to sit in the big chair just yet. That can wait until the tour is done and we're ready to get underway.

General's expression remains rather happy and content, walking forward onto the bridge, but moving a bit to allow the gathered officers, Repliforce and ally alike to truly take in the view of the bridge, the wonder of all the advanced science keeping this ship humming as he folds his arms behind his back, before mentioning to Storm --"Have the engines brought up to about 50 percent. We'll be lifting off soon."

Anthem blinks again as they enter the Bridge. "..Couches? The bridge crew get *couches*? What ever happened to old-fashioned chairs?" She shakes her head, obviously not really grasping modern decorating methods.

Iris clasps her hands together in wonder as she arrives on the Bridge, and stares at the viewscreen. "Wow...we could go where no one has gone before," she murmurs to no one in particular.

Job steps out on to the bridge and lets out as whistle, how did he do that anyway "Looks a lot better than the last time I was here."

Gate has nothing to say, really; he's just taking in the sights.

So's Assault. He's just looking around.

Locrian looks about the bridge quietly. "Very nice." .oO(But feet on English soil is nicer, I must admit.)

Jared's been here the whole time, really.

Sarah...gapes s'more. "Holy...wow..." Ah yes, this was why she supported Repliforce. Not their incredible military might or their high but noble goals - no, it was for their pimpin' rides. "I'm...this is just incredible, isn't it?" she says, the question mostly directed to Gate.

"It is. I'm glad that Rain and Shield have a nice, safe place to call home," Gate asides to Sarah.

Hailstorm Eagle arrives from the Fortress V.

Hailstorm Eagle has arrived.

Storm Owl salutes with one of his picture perfect salutes to General (in the Repliforce manual, you better believe they have Storm Owl's picture in the little diagrams describing the correct way to salute a superior officer). "Aye sir! Engine room," he says to the intercom on the armrest, "Bring main power up to 75 percent. Helm, lay in a lift-off course and execute when I give the order." With each order, he turns to a different crewman at a different station, "Sensors, standby. Release landing clamps, engines to 50 percent capacity." He turns to General, task done. It's not as easy as it looks. "I can assure you, Ms. Anthem, that /my/ chair is suitable for a military vessel." Indeed, it's rock hard and looks rather uncomfortable. But very efficient, of course.

Gate or Sarah might even recognize the central control panel. It just happens to match the specifications of the one that was unaccounted for in the wreckage of the Fortress IV.

Crescent tries to look innocent.

Blaster Saurian would facepalm at Owl, but he knows better than to do something like that right now. Get out of World War 2 and get to present day tactics and troop managment. Jeez.

Eventually, with the looks of very recent repairs, Hailstorm manages to make it up here, and quickly slips over next to Blaster. "Urk," she mutters. "Sorry I'm late."

Sewa adds to Jared, "Well, um, thanks. It's pretty amazing they assembled this without government backing, don't you think?", she doesn't recognize the control panel. She wasn't at the battle, nor has she particularly looked intothe Fortress IV! There's already a number V!

Sarah nods at Gate's remark, replying, "With this place, I think they'll be both safe and comfortable, I'll say that much. Can you /imagine/ the output they could put on the weapons for a ship this large?" Ah, Sarah, ever the weapons engineer.

Jared Kintane nods sagely. "...well. I knew a few contractors, leaning on them really ain't that tough, y'know?" he mentions. "I mean, let's face it, aggressive negotiations are something I learned from the late Mr. Yukiatio."

Gate chuckles. "Probably pushing the boundaries of legality," he says quietly to Sarah, with a large grin on his face.

"Well, not so much couches as they are in the sense of being benches at the same time." General waves a hand, ever so briefly. "It is quite alright. There are many, many facilities -- the span of which knows no end. Down below us, is a fully functional docking bay -- from multiple ride armors to a full assortment of shuttles and other craft." General takes his chair -- sitting down imperiously as he gestures towards the assortment of chairs/couches in the immense bridge, folding his hands together. "Barrage, Anthem.. I think it's time to send us off." The main screen flickers to life of the area where the bottle should be able to be broken.

"Yay, it's time to break the bottle!" Iris cheers.

[Radio: (A) Main] The Fortress V's PA resounds-- "All crew, prepare for lift-off. T-Minus 50."

Mimos is here. Really. Did anyone really think she was going to /not/ be here? She just went unnoticed.

It's part of the whole ninja deal.

The entire ship is probably illegal, considering it's in the hands of a vigilante organization now. Sewa scratches an ear casually and adds, "Heh, yeah, you'd have to learn it from him, wouldn't you? 'Course, seems like some people didn't really appreciate his brand of negotiating. Ooh, bottle time!"

Barrage Raptor glances over at Anthem, "You heard the man." She says, as she grips the top of the bottle with both hands, like a baseball bat. She waits for Anthem to get ready, and then it's smashy smashy time!

Jet Stingray is no ninja, but he just maintains the whole Big Dude in Back thing. Well, Repliforce is on its own road now, not guided to the UN in how it operates anymore. Much like the new base, they have a lot of options ahead of them. Of course, to Jet, that is a little freaky... After all, Repliforce used to be one of the great certainites of life. You know, them working with the UN.

Nodding, Anthem grabs the lower part of the neck, below where Barrage's hands are. Then, with a wild grin, she quips, "Hoorah. Let's pop the cork on this bad mothah."

Sarah arches an eyebrow. "Technically, maintaining the old Fortresses' known velocity and acceleration capabilities, maybe even increasing them slightly...with modern power generators and wiring..." Sarah does some quick mental number crunching, and then looks at Gate with an expression somewhere between abject horror and fangirlish glee. "...I don't think you could actually describe it in terms of legality." The announcement that they are about to christen the vessel causes Sarah to look up again, though it's obvious her prior thoughts haven't wholly left her mind yet.

Assault watches on as Anthem and Barrage are seen on the main screen... about to christen the Fortress V. This is a good day for the Repliforce, indeed.

Hailstorm also looks on, smiling.

[Radio: (A) Main] The General sounds like he's grinning: "Send us off, Anthem, Barrage. Let's take our place in the world once again.. Storm.. give the word."

Prismatic Spider arrives from the Fortress V.

Prismatic Spider has arrived.

Krieger Wolf, like Jet, has mostly fallen silent and allowed his feet to do the talking. At General's statement on the radio, though, he pauses. "So does that mean we're going to be smashing something, sir?"

Barrage Raptor grins at Anthem, "Rock and roll!" She starts to pick up and swing the bottle at the target..

If there's one thing Gate has come to love about Sarah, it's her enthusiasm for things that cause mass destruction. She'll fit right in with this family. He puts an arm around her shoulders, watching the goings on.

SMASH. With the strength of those two behind it, the bottle explodinates into shards of glass and a wide spray of foamy booze.

As we seem to be leaving, Storm Owl takes a seat in the command chair, tapping keys on the armrest computer panel to ensure that the ship is indeed ready for her maiden voyage. "We're all set here, General. On your orders." He prompts. The war bird watches as the bottle smashing ceremony is prepared with cold optics, but the rest of the bridge crew seem very eager. Below decks, people are no doubt watching on monitors since this is really for the whole ship. Storm Owl listens to the conversation about how 'legal' this ship is, but as far as it's concerned, it's unimportant. Nobody is going to stop them, afterall. Not Houseman, not those they are trying to protect, and certainly not the various terrorist organizations out there. And as the champagne bottle is smashed, Storm Owl nods to his helmsman and says in his monotone, "Take us out."

The ever-present vibrations in the ship can be felt growing ever so slightly as the many sets of engines, now fully warmed, lift the gigantic craft off of the ground. One can almost hear the groaning of the Earth as the pressure of this mighty craft is relieved from its surface, now supported by her own strength and power. The Fortress V rises upwards several hundred metres, giving a beautiful view of the landscape below on the viewscreen.

Jared Kintane cheers loudly at the bottle's explosion. "WOO-HOO!"

Iris begins jumping around excitedly as Anthem and Barrage christen the Fortress with the huge bottle. "Yay!! Long live the Fortress! Long live /Repliforce/!"

"Depends on how you define 'smashing'.." General grins. "One of the things to be 'smashed' today, is the preconceptions people have about the Fortress. Before, the Osprey had weaknesses it could exploit. That, is no longer a viable option..." He gestures, as some of the most intense scanning equipment displays even the most minute details -- including hidden and stealthed objects. It's scanners appear to be able to work on a global, worldwide scale -- beaming images occasionally from Neo-Tokyo, to Africa, to North America.. ".. Besides, I would think 60 Ion Cannons would nullify certain arguments the Masters and Mavericks might have."

Locrian doesn't shout. Doesn't hoot. He does, however, applaud quietly. He's British. The only British rowdies are soccer hooligans.

Hailstorm stays mostly quiet and still - being freshly injured does tend to numb one.

That same reporter who was reporting the Fortress V's announcement, as sudden as it was, seems to struggle for words. The great, mile-long plus Fortress Five -- shaped like a great spearhead as two Repiforce officers (not to mention resident Hot Chicks <tm>), are raising a huge bottle of champagne -- easily 27-liters. It's huge, compared to the two. General-sized, really. As the bottle is broken across the upper deck of the ship by the Skydeck, the great engines at the rear, burn brightly in blue energy. A flicker of energy, and one realizes the entire ship becomes ensconed in a faint barrier of energy protecting the ship as it lifts off -- increasing speed from the ship as it lifts off, heralding it's Maiden Voyage.

Enemies of Justice Beware.. The Repliforce is /Back/.

Mimos, however, cheers. Hey, someone has to. Bouncing up and down, she's still barely visible as a silver glitter behind the taller troops she's been stuck behind.

Assault raises both fists up in the air, and pumps them. And he lets out a loud cry.

"YEAAAAH!!"

He is very happy about this. Indeed.

On the Monitor, You enter the Sky Above North Atlantic.

On the Monitor, Sky Above North Atlantic(#896Rnt)

On the Monitor,

Its like any other sky. Its blue, below is the sprawling, seemingly never ending Atlantic Ocean. Sometimes an aircraft passes through the area, on its way to either Europe, Northern Africa, or even Greenland. Offshore Oil Rigging plants can be seen in the waters below.

On the Monitor,

On the Monitor, Down <B> leads to Bermuda.

South <S> leads to Sky Above South Atlantic.

Down <AZ> leads to Azores.

Down <IC> leads to Iceland.

Down <WA> leads to Western Atlantic Ocean.

Down <EA> leads to Eastern Atlantic Ocean.

Down <NEA> leads to Northeastern Atlantic Ocean.

Down <NWA> leads to Northwestern Atlantic Ocean.

East <SC> leads to Sky Above Scandinavia.

East <WU> leads to Sky Above Western Europe.

East <SAH> leads to Sky Above Sahara.

West <CA> leads to Sky Above Central America.

West <CAR> leads to Sky Above Caribbean Sea.

West <US> leads to Sky Above Eastern United States.

West <CAN> leads to Sky Above Eastern Canada.

*ssssshk*

"... And then I looked at him and said, 'For Light's sake, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a gunsmith!' Prismatic Spider exits the lift, talking animatedly with Doomsday Dodo, who begins laughing madly. They both casually walk onto the bridge, and the Spider Scientist stops as he hears the ruckus and hullabaloo, looking up to the suddenly-packed Bridge with surprise. "Oh. We're launching." Prismatic and Doomsday glance at each other, and the Spider Scientist begins heading over into the general mill while Doomsday breaks off into the group of Marines in the area, both trying to camouflage the fact that they weren't here a minute ago.

Sarah draws a little closer to Gate as he puts his arm around her, and she rests an arm around his waist in response. And then she grins as the vessel, at long last, takes off. "Oooh, this is so exciting!" Sarah has, one can tell, never been present for any event on such a scale as this before. Prismatic Spider goes unnoticed, fortunately for him, because the launch has Sarah's full attention.

Storm Owl looks over his shoulder at Prismatic's late arrival and nods to him in thanks, as the technical side of things was largely possibly thanks to his efforts. "In fact, Doctor," he corrects, "We have already launched and are presently at two hundred metres above the surface and rising." Captain Storm turns to General and says, "We've achieved lift-off, sir. Any course in particular?" Second star to the right, and straight on till morning, perhaps?

"It's not every day that you get to see the power of a fully operation battle station," Gate muses to Sarah.

Prismatic Spider says, "Fully armed /AND/ operational."

Dang it, Storm Owl is on top of things as usual. If the Spider Scientist could blush from embarassment, he would. Instead, however, he replies, "Excellent, Storm. Perfect work, as usual." The Spider is all smiles now.

Anthem pulls back with part of the neck of the broken bottle still in-hand. She grins madly, watching the ground fade away. And pumps a fist in the air. "Oh yeah! *Now* we can get on with the real stuff!"

Locrian quietly watches land go away.. and sighs softly. Hand curling around the hilt of his sword, the knight inches towards the back of the throng.

Storm Owl notes, "We cannot be too proud of this technological terror we've constructed. The ability to destroy cities is insignificant next to the power of logic. We must use this weapon wisely," he translates. "This vessel is the fifth of its family for a reason, ladies and gentlemen, and it is not the first time that we have deemed something to be an ultimate weapon." Wet Blanket Owl.

Barrage Raptor raises her hand to high-five Anthem, "Rock on, Anthem! Now it's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum. And we're all out of gum."

Prismatic Spider says, "There is no such thing as an ultimate weapon. Weapons exist both to protect and destroy. We fight to bring about a time when weapons will no longer be needed."

Sewa smiles faintly at Stormy. "Good to hear someone's not letting the hype get to them, I hope this survives longer than the others.", she gives a small nod to Prism.

"That would be nice course indeed." His chair swivels slightly, looking to the gathered officers, including the North American dignitaries who were along for the tour as well. They seem doubly impressed, as General speaks again. "Take us on the best course you see fit, Storm. I believe now is the time for relaxing.. there's a little area I think everyone here could like to see." He taps the command consoles on the arm of his chair. "If anyone prefers to, the Main Deck is open -- the Rec Room, Ten Forward, is among the amenities aboard, as refreshments are available down there. Please, everyone -- enjoy what we have here tonight.. for tommorow.."

He looks between everyone-- "We go back to war. We go to do our jobs that we swore oaths as Repliforce Officers to do. But like I said, for now.. tonight is a night of celebration and relaxation." His chair swivels back around, as he stands up, gesturing for the North American dignitaries, among others, to follow him towards his office -- "Number One, you have the bridge."

Hailstorm finds herself actually -leaning- on Blaster, wincing. "Okay... okay... maybe I shouldn't have asked to leave.."

Blaster Saurian snickers a little, glancing down at Hailstorm, "Aw, why's that?"

The eagle sighs. "I had... a training match just before the unveiling. With Chi. Without that nifty holoroom."

Sarah swivels her head to spot Prism once he makes his presence known, and smiles at him pleasantly, But then she looks back to Gate, and nods. "Yeah, you're right," she says. "I don't think I could ever /dream/ of being involved in a project like this...it's so.../big/." The comments about ultimate weapons are utterly, utterly ignored - mainly because Sarah's still in the middle of oozing over how awesome the FV is.

Blaster Saurian winces a little, noticing the repairs and hearing the comment, "Erf."

Assault nods to the General. And thus, he goes off... off to the living quarters, to unpack his stuff. It is essential for him before he does anything else.

Assault Kangaroo enters the Fortress V.

Assault Kangaroo has left.

Hailstorm nods. "I'll be alright, though. Didn't want to miss this."

Blaster Saurian grins, patting Hail's far shoulder from him, "I wouldn't have wanted to either. .. Did you see the Skydeck?"

Quietly watching everyone celebrate, Locrian smiles... and steps off the bridge. This isn't his place. His place is... well, down there. On the ground, with Damn Stubborn. With his armor and his rebellious little squad hacking up sod for a garden with teaspoons. Also, he could use a cuppa.

Hail shakes her head. "Got here late..."

Locrian enters the Fortress V.

Locrian has left.

Storm Owl inclines his head to General. "Helm, set course bearing one thirty eight mark zero one five." The helm responds, and those near a console will see that a course has been set for the UK/France channel - an apt parking spot to be able to respond when needed, but something that's out of the way in case something should go wrong on the ship. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you have any questions, feel free to address them to myself or to any of the crew. Enjoy your stay aboard Fortress V." Storm Owl settles into his chair. It's getting more and more comfortable with each passing moment.

Blaster Saurian grins, "C'mon, I'll show it to you then," he muses as he starts to slide out. Time to wander around the ship a bit.

The eagle follows right along!

"I suppose that's why this sort of thing doesn't happen very often, Sarah. It's a collossal effort of millions of man hours. It's not something easily or lightly done." He looks over at General, contemplative a moment. "The only sad point in all this is that we need such a powerful weapon in the first place."

Prismatic Spider waves to Sarah and Gate. "I'm glad both of you could come to witness this trumph of engineering effort." He looks to Sewa, and inclines his head, smiling in greeting, before looking back to continue. "How have you both been lately? A lot has happened since last we all had time to speak of things."

Plasma Harrier arrives from the Fortress V.

Plasma Harrier has arrived.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier chirps, "Good evening, Repliforce. How's everything?"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Most excellent."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Assault Kangaroo transmits, "Good. The Fortress V is LAUNCHED."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General, amused. "You seem to sleep past certain events often, Plasma."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle whispers, "Oh... my... god..."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider coughs. "His rest cycle pattern is a bit different."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Heh, sorry, General. What Commander Prism says is true."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Just coming on board now."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Storm Owl transmits, "Welcome aboard, Sergeant."

================================== IC News ===================================

Message: 18/131 Posted Author

GNN Breaking News: Fortress V Mon Aug 09 Global News Network

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<<This.. is GNN.. >>

The anchor murmurs offscreen, "Are we on?" The camera man seems to hiss, drawing the attention of News Newt to the fact they are rather live right now. "Ah, good evening! This is News Newt reporting on the latest news -- today, the world was in for something of a shock today, as General of the Repliforce extended invitations to dignitaries of quite a number of countries for the unveiling of a New Fortress, as we understand it. Details are sketchy at this time, but we have heard that in reality, the Fortress III which Secretary-General Houseman stated was sunk by these supposedly 'Rouge' members of the Repliforce was not entirely lost. That much is evident today as we have heard this ship, long kept in hiding and seclusion in Ireland is the new Repliforce Mobile Base -- the Fortress Five."

The news report shifts from the newscaster, to images -- mostly that of a number of Repliforcers gathered over an openfield, right before the open field is shown to be the immense, spear-head shaped, mile-long plus profile of the Fortress V. It is bristling with weapons, visible and not as crews file into it, before after what seems to be an internal tour, people visible from places like the Skydeck. Two offiers step out from the Skydeck, holding a great bottle of champagne between them, christening the vessel as it lifts off imperiously, a layer of energy shields deploying over it as it takes off, cruising gently upwards. Despite it's size, it hardly seems very ponderous -- in fact, it's almost fast, but that coould be an illusion because of how big it is.

"We've heard rumors at this time, that delegates from North America, and Egypt have been in debate over the formal recognition of the Repliforce as an 'official' military force that they would conisder contracting officially with the Repliforce following the Maiden Voyage of this immense battle station. While we could not get any confirmation at this time, apparently the delegates from countries not working with the U.N. left 'very pleased' with the demonstration provided by the Repliforce, and would be raising the issue formally in the United States Congress and Senate." A shift, again, to video, a live feed as the Fortress V approaches the France/UK channel, cruising along very gently, like a beacon of light in all the darkness of the night sky.

<< This.. was GNN.. >>

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[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "My god, this is.... beautiful."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General transmits, "Of course, Locrian. But this will serve to be a bit better than our Sanctuary did previous."

Sewa smiles, "I was pretty lucky, actually, Prism, there was an attack earlier today, and I was pretty lucky to avoid getting hit the entire time, so I was still able to make this. Beyond that, well, things have been going slower for HC than I thought they would be, but I got a deal with Light in the works that should help things out,...now comes the hard part of dealing with the Masters and Mavs.", she cringes, "Not really looking forward to it."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Remind me to refit your horse for airdrops, Locrian."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General transmits, "The linkup is established to Damn Stubborn, Locrian. Stay safe."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Locrian chuckles. "Aye, it will. Even if... well, I never quite saw it." Pause. "Cor. Airdrops?" He sounds just a /little/ nervous.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Yes. How else do you expect to deploy from an aerial battlestation?"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Locrian ... gulps. "Right," he squeaks.

Sarah nods, a little sadly. It's true - it's a very sad thing that a monstrous weapon thing the Fortress V (or Viral Sigma, or Octavius General...) would need to enter this war. She tries to justify it to herself, but finds the notion of any good reason for the level of devastation engendered by the full power of such beasts to fail before her better sensibilities. "Yeah..." is all she mutters, before turning and acknowledging Prism's inquiry with a smile - slightly wan after her recent line of thought, but not entirely. "We've been okay. There's been a lot of things to look into, lately...even with the recent..." She seems a little confused, trying to describe the political situation in Seoul succinctly, before finally settling on: "....upsets."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Anthem transmits, "Uh, I think I gotta go with him on this one. Don't we have enough landing craft?"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Anthem transmits, "I ain't too attached to falling."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier chuckles a bit, "Thank god Dad made me an avian..."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider laughs. "... Dangit Anthem, don't remind him!"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Mimos transmits, "I can do air runs? Sweet!"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Me t--wait, he didn't build me."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Anthem transmits, "Don't rub it in, Plasma, I know how to use an anti-aircraft cannon."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Locrian sighs a little, ruefully amused.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle winces.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Mimos sing-songs, vaguely musically, "I'm run-ning on aaaair..."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier chirps a bit at that, "Heh... I won't, Anthem."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General transmits, "Now now, Anthem, no need to use the Ion Cannons on him so soon."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "By the by, we DO have Gravity-Hook equipped harnesses for those worried about falling."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Gravity wha?"

Gate nods, a little quieted by that as well. "It's not a pretty picture back at the UN, I can assure you."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Mimos transmits, "It's like a hook for gravity."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General adds, "And gravity-based Tractoring emitters.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Mimos transmits, "You can...um, hang up some gravity or something."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General transmits, "We could forseeably pull anyone up here we needed, within a certain limit."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "It's basically a rod that anchors in midair."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Oh really."

Prismatic Spider nods to Sewa. "It appears that luck is indeed on your side today, then. Hopefully, everything will work out well for you and HeraCorp. I appreciate your efforts and technique of choice." The Spider Scientist looks back to the others, and smiles slightly. "We are living in interesting times, as the Chinese curse goes. All we can do is make the best of it."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Locrian transmits, "Well, sirs and ladies, I can say this with some certainty - she's the brightest star in the sky right now."

[Radio: (C) Chat] The General transmits, "Indeed, indeed."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Mimos transmits, "I thought the sun was..."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Assault Kangaroo transmits, "Whew... almost done getting my stuff together..."

Sewa chuckles, "You have a point there, of course, but that really means a lot to me. I talked to my kids, they seem to be hanging together more than getting to know you guys, though.", she sighs, "But yeah, it's a curse for a reason, don't you think? Either way...", she smiles faintly, "It seems like bigger than myself are prepping to help you guys out too."

Job has arrived.

"We've arrived at our destination," The crewman at helm reports. Storm Owl nods and stands up from his chair. He has other things to take care of - IE making sure that his quarters are in good shape and, naturally, exploring the ship OOCly. The war bird turns to Prismatic and says, "You have the bridge, Commander." And if Prismatic doesn't want it, he can pass the buck along.

============================ BB Post in Progress =============================

Group: Repliforce

Title: Captain's Log: Launch

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Storm Owl gives a voice-over.

"Captain's log, August 9th, 2217. This is the first log entry of what will no doubt be many of its kind. Fortress V has successfully departed from her moorings in Ireland, accompanied by a full Repliforce gathering, including many of our friends and allies. Their support, and General's in particular, will serve to bolster the spirits of the crew, which I'm pleased to report is high. The traditional bottle breaking ceremony was handled adequately by Anthem and Barrage Raptor. All ship systems are nominal, and our secret insertion onto the teleportation grid was completed without a glitch."

"We've set a course for the airspace over the Mediterranean Sea, where we plan to remain at a full stop. From there we can monitor southern Europe and northern Africa, and respond if need be. Fortress V is an impressive ship... she comes from a long line of vessels dedicated to peace through superior firepower... and I am proud to be her Captain. This ship would not have been possible were it not for Prismatic Spider, Iris, Barrage Raptor, Sewa, Jared Kintane, and many, many more. We owe them our thanks. Storm Owl out."

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[Radio: (C) Chat] Bolero transmits, "Stormy?"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Bolero transmits, "Not to nitpick... But you forgot the whole 'Star Date' tag line."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Storm Owl deadpans, "Ahem. Yes sir. Very funny, sir."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Anthem transmits, "I don't get it."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "The... heck?"

[Radio: (C) Chat] Locrian just chuckles. Over the sound of knitting needles clicking.

[Radio: (C) Chat] Plasma Harrier chuckles, "Reference to an old TV show.... Star Trek."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Oh."

[Radio: (C) Chat] Blaster Saurian snickers.