Hi u all. First of all, excuse my English, it's not my mother language, but I would like to find as more audience as possible: our local community is quite shattered in micro orgs and many of them have a lot of inactive players. I really appreciate many sides of this game, but I still need more lore and meta to enjoy the greatness in places we all know and see, so I would like to share a plot with u in order to find three groups of people to play it with. Or, at least, invite me if u prefers XD. In my mind we should be at least 20/25 players, maybe it will be better if we come from three different orgs. I’m letting u know that the following text comes from an automated translator and I’ll change it step by step in the next days, but I hope that's still clear enough to understand what I'm proposing. INTRO: PORT OLISAR, March 9, 2949, 4:15 am Standard Earth Time CONTROL ROOM AND QUICK INTERVENTION The heads covered by the holographic helmets moved laconically following the movements of the information flow that appeared before them. The time was marked by the green and blue texts that appeared random on the screens that crowded the edges of the room. The opalescent lights of the control and surveillance systems glowed in the dark as the ticking of the contour equipment was topped by the orders given to the flotillas that moved in chaotic flocks around the large orbital station. Mark was at the end of his shift, already anticipating the moment he could get up from that damn chair to go and dampen the anxiety accumulated with a couple of eye drops from that widow extract he kept hidden in his cabin. The best purchase he had made since his last trip to Grim Hex. All to recover that lost serenity due to dozens of bald-headed goats that truncated their fat ship, they felt they had to break every approaching protocol ever drafted. In other words, until that moment, a normal day of air traffic. While he had been fighting for at least a quarter of an hour to argue with the stereotype of the commander mentioned above, an insistent red cursor appeared on the viewer. Getting rid of the duty idiot by sending him to park at the opposite end of the station, he recalled on screen the message: "SOS! IMMEDIATE RESCUE REQUEST! Here Commander Smirnoff De Stampede from the ship Origin 600i Glory of Skies in Mission HVAA for MicroCorp ”- shit told himself Mark, TOP SECRET stuff! aware that his programs had just been sent to hell - "REPEAT, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK" the noises of the shields hit by lasers were unmistakable. Even the scanners in RT confirmed the identity of the commander and the background noise "OUR AIR STOCK HAS BEEN DECIDED AND WE ARE DECLINING TO EMERGENCY REPAIRS IN COVALEX! WE ASK FOR IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION FOR THE CREW AND THE CONVEYED GOODS " UNIDENTIFIED COORDINATES - DEEP SPACE, March 9th 2949, 04:00 h Standard Earth Time BRIDGE of “GLORY of the SKIES” The journey had been monotonous for at least a week. They were moving in and out of quantum velocity to minimize their footprint on potential attackers' scanners. Practice far from being appreciated by Commander Reginald De Stampede who would have much preferred to reach Hurston in a single jump from 30 '. It is a pity that the new security officer believed that there were advanced systems able to "expel" entire ships by force even in quantum drive and therefore it was safer to proceed with short and random leaps. Bah, pure science fiction and mythomania. Too bad he was just a contractor, while security, both on and off, was directly dependent on MicroCorp. What was it like about Deimar? Put the tractor where the farmer wants it? Damn the day he signed his ship for, as they said? Ah yes, "transport HVAA". Too bad that here at HVAA there was very little ... if not a couple of packs of medical equipment, some packages of agricultural products, maybe a few boxes of minerals ... it looked like the complete set of the little deliveryman. Not to mention the "VIP" transported! An all-bent eyedropper who spent time with his eyes glued to the video feed of the hold's micro-cameras and if it wasn't that, he would enter and leave the bar room, drawing holograms of improbable formulas in the air. Crazy stuff. "What was it called?" - He said, throwing an eye to the list of Guests - "Ah, here it is, that Sebastian Kirov" While the fat commander De Stampede at the command of his fat white ship complained about the world around him from his armchair in the middle of the command cabin, the first of the six spare arrow, the opening, disappeared in a silent bubble of fire and debris while a sudden flash from the right suggested the same end for the two spare ones on that side. At the same time, 6 boogies appeared on the radar station screen, all proximity alarms sounded at full power, the Inbound Missile alarm lit up the weapons and pilot screens. The poor man in an extreme, how vain, an attempt to dodge a torpedo will suddenly accelerate to full power. Too bad that at least one of the two remaining arrow, trying to break away from the attackers, had decided to move in the same direction as the 600i, ended up on its route. The poor flagship first received the torpedo in the center of the hull, just below the engine room and then the arrow exploded on the upper turret, devastating it. The laconic screens showed irreversible damage to quantum drives and fire systems. While De Stampede activated the CommSystem by launching the SOS picked up by the Port Olisar station, the pilot turned and exclaimed: "COMMANDER THE ACCUMULATORS ARE STILL ACTIVE, WE HAVE A JUMP AVAILABLE, GIVE ME THE ROUTE" While Reginald sent the SOS, the fingers had already set the route for the only station in the surroundings, a wreck more than anything else, Covalex. He extended the activation of the Quantum to the last remaining Arrow and the space deformed around him and the remains of his ship, dragging them into singularity. ARC CORP - UNKNOWN FACILITY - UNKNOWN FLOOR - PANIC ROOM 75, 27 February 2949 The room covered the entire floor of a structure so high that from its windows towered over banks of clouds that were lost from one horizon to another. A single desk was positioned in the north-west corner, occupied by a ruddy figure dressed in a drapery that some archaeologist would have identified as a samurai kimono. Pre-space earth antiquities, enclosed in precious display cases, were scattered on the immense surface. The figure, in shadow, spoke to an encrypted hologram: voice and features were masked by a sophisticated video encryption system. Despite the intervention of the software, the deference of the interlocutor was obvious. On this side there were those who pulled the strings, from the other of the performers. "We received confirmation from our contacts that Dr. Kirov was able to complete a hardware capable of managing singularities. From the results of tests conducted on MicroCorp, it seems that it is able to stabilize the mass and to manage the paired system. It could be the first commercial way to create multidirectional jump points. As already defined by the plans drawn up last quarter, we need your approval to proceed with the Tora operation. The teams are alerted, the loading manifest confirms that the prototype will be sent to Hurston's Ministry of New Technologies for testing next March 02. " The man in kimono remained silent for some time, watching the two moons set over the sea of clouds, then a crooked smile pulled over his face, uncovering white teeth like the fabric that wrapped it - "retrieve the prototype and eliminate dear Sebastian : we can't afford to be able to replicate the project. Destroy the convoy, I want a job that cannot be blamed on those starving people of Grim Hex. Identify a solid and reliable structure, pay them twice the normal rates and provide them with the necessary materials. Ah, Clemson, don't let me down. " He said, closing the communication with a quick gesture of his left hand. The stars had begun to move in the sky above the panic room 75. IN PRACTICE: Location: COVALEX pourpose: - TEAM A: defend VIP (mandatory) and BOXES (optional) - TEAM B: eliminate the resistance, the VIP and recover the BOXES completing a jump to any destination (all mandatory) - TEAM A2: defend team A (optional), VIP (optional) and recover or destroy boxes (optional). As far as the VIP and the boxes are concerned, your client was cristal clear: to recover both or one or the other is equivalent to a victory. Score: - VIP 10pt - BOXES 1pt each Weapon, Armor and Means Limitations: - TEAM A: 1 600i damaged and immobile, open doors, ship turned off, shields lowered 1 arrow. Pilot in a flight suite with a side weapon. 1 "vip" with a side weapon and flight suite. He can collect weapons and fight. 8 infantry. Armor and free weapons. No grenades No oxigen pen - TEAM B: 1 LIGHT or MID CLASS troop transport vehicle 3 light fighters 3 heavy fighters Pilots in flight suites with side arm Infantry with weapons and armor of choice No grenades No oxigen pen - TEAM C : troop transport by choice, including HEAVY. X light fighter X heavy fighter All the equipment is allowed except for grenades. Respawn: - not allowed: all together again from Port Olisar