Category: Online Storytelling

Classic OtherSpace Log: Battles Without, Battles Within

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

The Centauran Crystal Path fleet, under the influence of the Ri’Kammi Hive Mind, comes to Sanctuary, bent on destruction. And while a fight rages outside the colony vessel, another battle, just as dangerous and critical, is fought within…

Service/Defense Quarter

A broad corridor with gunmetal gray bulkheads illuminated by angled light strips imbedded into the walls, giving off a cold bluish-white glow that fades to shadow as the bulkheads climb toward the conduits and girders high overhead. A sealable steel door in the starboard wall is marked with a dark blue tramp freighter silhouette. Another door is marked with a shiny yellow sun. Further down, one finds a low archway leading into a facility marked with a placard that features a crimson heart. A security door equipped with a camera that sweeps the corridor is marked with a series of four vertical black bars. At the deepest end toward the core of Sanctuary stands a double-doored entrance to a chamber that is marked with a pair of bright blue masks, one happy, one sad. Antigrav lifts are available for passage to other decks.

A group of men and women stand talking in the Service/defense quarters of the UCV Sanctuary in upset voices. as Cail steps off the lift.

Mordecai nods. “Who will vouch for him? Who committed the probe?”

Marsyn remains where it is, studying Cail.

Briette shakes her head, “I have not done a probe since I lack the talent to. I can only rid the mind of the tendril.”

Mordecai looks at Cail. “Which Centauran probed you?”

Versailles’ Honor heads at full burn towards the Resistance.

HSV Resistance rips through the fabric of reality, leaving a glowing tear in space behind it for a brief moment, a brilliant light seeming to flare directly through the ship for a moment. Its dark, enlonged gleam shines sunlight off of one side, while the only thing visible are the interior lights on the other, its paint completely black. Its guns swivel as they track various targets on all sides, though don’t seem to lock onto anything as it moves into conventional engines, flames igniting from each row to trail behind it, smoke evaporating in space quite quickly.

Cail looks around “Tinal of the Centaurans probed me.” he says in a calm voice thick with held back anger.

Ming looks to Cail.

LoneEagle sighs, “One of you do something so we can ready ourselves for battle, this bickering is useless, either do something or I’ll kill him now since you seem to want his blood.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Deals With Devils, Part III

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Sanctuary, with the assistance of Ancient Shog, has made the transfer back to the home universe…only to learn it is now the year 3000 – some 349 years since they fled the Kretonian invasion – and Sanctuary’s engines and OtherSpace Drive are utterly shot. They find themselves in the vicinity of Demaria, and begin the first exploration of an old world born anew…

Observation Dome

A wraparound window, about thirty feet tall, encircles visitors who emerge into this chamber up a ramp from the command quarter, which is at a slightly lower elevation. Through the portal one can see the surrounding cosmos, as well as the expansive curved landscape of mismatched metal, fused plates, hydrogen scoops and waste vents that form the motley surface of the massive colony ship Sanctuary.

What lights are here are kept to a minimum – a soft amber reading lamp here and there near the chairs and sofas set aside for denizens of Sanctuary who want to come and gaze at the heavens and ponder the universe.

It is a place of quiet contemplation, spacious but solitary, with a solemnity and reverence normally reserved for cathedrals.

Ritter stands up and looks out the window, “Well guess this means the vacation is over.”

Firemane doesn’t seem to me nearly as enthuisastic as everyone else.

Her words to Ebonpelt said, she squrims out and rises to her feet, looking at her homeworld with her eyes once again. “Out of the mountains and into the desert.” She growls.

From afar, Neilson idly recalls saying something similar to you, before, about going to Earth.

Ebonpelt shakily rises to her feet, instantly wrapping her arms around Firemane.

Falkenberg steps toward the window. He has a large bump on his head. “Dammit, I wish people would tell me before they attempt interdimensional jumps.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Deals With Devils, Part I

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The denizens of Sanctuary have found Comorro Station, but continue to struggle to find the Thul, who are said to hold the key to getting back to the home universe. Genkhun the bartender at Comorro offered to help – in exchange for Hekayti credits. This complication leads the Sanctuarians to try to strike deals for Hekayti currency with two factions of the Hekayti who apparently are locked in an ongoing civil war. The Sanctuary Senate meets to discuss the next step…

Senate Chamber

Tiered bleachers are divided into three sections for spectators by two descending aisles that lead down into the well of this spacious chamber. Bluish-white spotlights are aimed from the rafters at the large ovular wooden table at the bottom of the well. The table is surrounded by thinly padded chairs that are reserved for the senators who consider legislation aboard Sanctuary. Microphones and data displays are arrayed around the table, with speakers and large viewscreens providing the sound and visuals to the onlookers in the stands.

Firemane shifts a little in her seat, her gaze moving to the Nemoni vessel as the comm crackles.

Urfkgar wakes up at the crackling.

Rainhawk nods to the Nemoni, “Please do so. Ah, Senator Gumble. The Nemoni were just going to relate the tragic events of yesterday to us.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Noah’s Calling

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Tycoon Oswald Cottington IV, the man behind the lunatic scheme to build a colony vessel called Sanctuary to take people away from a coming darkness, discusses his project over drinks in the Lamplighter Tavern on the Consortium starbase Citadel…

The Lamplighter

This dark, smoky bar plays host to many of the base’s malcontents. Music plays from a jukebox in a corner, and the crud on the floor is at least an inch deep. The tables, although free of glasses and mugs, look as if they could use a good once-over with a damp cloth.

Jones heads into Promenade .

Jones has left.

LeBeau heads into Promenade .

LeBeau has left.

Cottington glances over at the Vollistan. “Another Light Singer. Fancy that.” He smiles faintly.

Volnarra glows orange. “Another? Whom have you met besides myself?”

Anlina arrives from Promenade .

Anlina has arrived.

Anlina tries to kick the door closed behind her out of sheer habit, fails, and looks around.

Cottington smiles, chuckling. “I’ve met a fellow named Volestad. Leads the CCE, I believe.”

Cottington glances toward the source of the noise, and nods with a polite smile to Anlina.

Volnarra tilts her head on her long neck. “Yes, Volestad. He is the most visible Vollistan in the Consortium. We are proud of his success.”

Cottington nods, then takes a sip of his water. He sets the glass on the table. “Success. Ah, yes. A wonderful thing. Pointless, under the circumstances.”

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