((Ive done alot of the prolouge posts for Kelrin already, so Im copy pasting them in every so often to kill time until you guys decide its an opportune moment.
How often Ill post depends on how far you guys get and how quickly.
Now, I apologize in advance for the amount I write, but most of my posts are long. I also apologize for the technobabble.))
“Comms systems…….?” “Affirmed”
“Basic Processing……?” “Online”
“Main Power Grid….? “Energizing….. Main Engineering systems are amber across the board. Go for full startup sequence.”
“Affirmed SA-14, initiating full startup. Gravitic coils going into pre-start. Verteron Generator spinning up,
Targeting running resolution diagnostics. SIF running hot-diagnostic…..”
“SA-14 to GVG-Control, results nominal. Go for Gravitic coil pre-test.”
“Affirmed, Initializing Gravitic coil pre-test, Verteron Generator has spun to 470 terra-skelrans, leveling off at pre-test levels.”
“Command to control group Iskil, cleared for test.”
“This is SA-14, affirmed, undocking in progress.”
“This is GVG-Control, affirmed, SA-14 diagnostic test-bed craft is away, we are on our own maneuvering thrust. Positioning Vector into test range”
“Rcon-3 here, affirmed, test range is clear”
“Control acknowledges, Gravitic coils have begun pre-test sequence.”
Kelran felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. This was a historic moment for his people.
If the Gravitic Vector Gate test was a success, his species would be able to explore many of the surrounding galaxies in their cluster, reaching out to new worlds…..
The Gryphons were in many ways a race of contradictions, to a human they would be almost exactly as earth mythos describes. 7 and a half feet on their hind legs, 6 or so on all fours, ambipedal. You’d just as soon see a Gryphon on all fours as on their hind legs, and by virtue of their unique biology, they looked majestic either way.
The Gryphons were a proud race, fiercely loyal, and sometimes brutally unforgiving, moral to a fault, but sometimes borderline unethical in battle where saving their own were concerned.
Kelran was a sub-leftenant 3rd class in the SFC, or Strategic Fleet Command, academy.
Not a particularly high rank, even for a cadet, but his father’s status as Knight and Fleet Commander of 2 bars earned him the right to witness this moment, and he was not about to let guilt over a few favors called in mar the moment.
Especially not when he could witness it aboard the SCS Legacy.
The latest starship to come off the design boards.
Tri-cycling Slipspace Drive Manifold capable of propulsion factor 12, Multi-spectral plasma shields, level 9 disruptor particle beam matrix weapons, 15 of them, and tri-cobalt warhead launchers.
And MVAM.
Multi-vectored Assault Mode. When the enemy least expected, the Legacy would split symmetrically into 5 fully functional ships, the equivalent of two frigates and three corvettes.
All with their own separately usable Slipspace drives, and extra weapons mounts made possible by their separately operating power cores.
And as if all this was not good enough, he had been given honorary command of the forward ventral section. The smallest section, and his position wouldn’t have any function, but this, along with the lack of a full crew, meant that Kelran and his spirit-brother, his friend beyond a friend, Festhar, would have the sections sophisticated command center to themselves.
It was like winning the jackpot lottery, and bragging rights for the rest of their junior officer careers would be part of the bargain.
