Posted - 2009.02.19 11:51:00 - [2]

 

Dakura rises and steps forward.

"I will go to Amarr." she said, looking steadily at Zoolkhan.

Posted - 2009.02.19 12:38:00 - [4]

 

Edited by: Wotlankor on 19/02/2009 12:49:34
Edited by: Wotlankor on 19/02/2009 12:40:11
Wotlankor rises

"I will go to the system of MH9C-S where we had last possitive transmission and investigate matters."

This is indeed dire news... I even have some old contacts in the Tash-Murkon Region I could send a friendly note of inquirery...

Wotlankor takes seat again

Wotlankor await for Zoolkhan to give confirmative executive orders that most likely will fall after the Black OPs team is set and a leader appointed.

Posted - 2009.02.19 13:18:00 - [6]

 

If CVA ever got our hands on him I would not be making this statement. We know where your missing official is. His whereabouts remain classified so don't even try any kind of espionage attempt. I am happy to report he is in fine condition and in an extremely blissful state of mind.

You may call off your search.

Posted - 2009.02.19 14:18:00 - [8]

 

Edited by: Cribb on 19/02/2009 14:19:46
******
Catch
F4R2-Q solar system
Curse WatchTower supply station
******
After reading the corparated news feed, cribb sat down at his desk.
Reading up on the events that happend and the lack of information.
He decided to take action and caleed his staff togheter

"Dmn i can't believe he went on with it!"
"What was he thinking going into Providence unarmed and with out any escort."

"Ensign send word to our contacts in Providence"
"Let them be on the look out for any cleu's or evidence on Poreuomai were abouts"
"Send a messages to our recon wing, tell them to get moving, and secure the way for an SAR ops"

After giving his orders cribb dismissed his staff and opened a secure commlink to one of his trustees.

"You heard what happend to Poreuomai?"
"...."
"Do what it takes to get info"
"....................
"Get on it, spare no one"
"..."

Posted - 2009.02.19 15:51:00 - [10]

 

Esna stares at the comms screen for a moment before sitting back.

"So, the 'Khanners have lost a director, eh? Can't say I'm surprised... Providence is hostile to them after all."

He continues reading, then turns to someone outside of the camera range.

"Mirla? Dial up my old contacts in Carthum Conglomerate, tell them I need sensor equipment readings. Lots of 'em. And ask them if they are willing to let me make use of their locator networks yet. There's a manhunt on."

Esna stands up and walks through his quarters to a window overlooking the docking facilities. Crowded between industrials, battleships, and HACs a small, almost fragile Anathema-class covert operations vessel can be seen.

"Ah, well. I hadn't intended to take this baby down to Providence 'till the end of the month... but the situation calls for it, I believe..."

Posted - 2009.02.20 15:48:00 - [12]

 

******
Catch
F4R2-Q solar system
Curse WatchTower supply station
******

Incoming secure transmission.
Found traces of comm fragments. Uploading now .......

After looking at the uploaded info,Cribb found it was obvious that the last location of Poreuomai was in the XV7L-S. Although the information was inconclusive as to wich solar system the search should focus on. It did reveal that the local Sov. holder was not involved in the actual deed of betraying the good will of a Mirkur Draug'Tyr Director.

They also did nothing to prevent this, not surprising since they are an enemy of Ushra'Khan. Other local inhabitants where also passive and/ or may have been active providing the meeting point corordinates to the local Crime lord. He seems to have ties to the Shansa's Pirate faction.

*****
Secure commlink
*****
.....
Travel to XV7L-S, and find out who was involved.
.............
Yes current orders stand, spare no one.
.....
Fly safe friend, you're gonna need it.
.
******

"Crew ready a recon ship we got a heading."

Posted - 2009.02.25 09:14:00 - [14]

 

(good read i must admit)

Posted - 2009.02.25 16:49:00 - [16]

 

Edited by: Sapphrine on 25/02/2009 16:48:59
Region: Providence
Location: Classified

Buzzard Class Covert Ops - HMS Intrepid

Six days.... Six days of this waiting and nothing from Poreuomai. All that they had been able to find in their search had been a whole lot of wreckage. Unsuprising given the contast fight with the Sansha's run by the Providence holders and the constant raiding of his brothers and sister in Ushra'Khan but only one wreck had borne similarity to the ship Por had been seen leaving in and the markings were not a perfect match. Crucially, the black box of that ship had been been so heavily damaged it was impossible to tell anything meaningful.

Sapphrine's internal musing was broken sharply as claxons sounded throughout the ship


'Code red! Set all stations! Code Red!'

'Report Sarikur' ordered Sapphrine over the internal comms. At the same time he began feeling around his ship for what would have forced his 1st officer to have set a code. Even as Sarikur reported he could feel the truth in the space around his ship

'Coming out of warp now sir but the scans indicate a drag bubble and two interceptor class ships.'

Sapphrine silenty thanked the fore-thought of the crew that they were still running combat procedures and warping to ranged spots of gates to observe. A trick he's learned years ago and one that had saved his ass on a numer of occasions.

Coming out of warp a Malediction and a Crusader could be neatly seen holding station, one on the edge of the interdiction bubble towards the previous gate and another sat firmly on the gate.

'Local scans indicate how many other pilots in system?' barked Sapphrine

'5 pilots in local including us' Sarikur reported, 'my guess would be a pilgrim and and probably a Falcon based on pilot profiles of the remaining pilots'

a clever little trap mused Sapphrine. The question was wether the enemy had further forces the other side of the gate.... still, he wasn't in a hurry to move on unless there was no use in staying put.

'Move to an offgrid, drop probes and continue with the mission, Sapphrine Out.'. As he closed the internal comms he opened up a further two comms channels. The first tight band message he sent was for the joint inteligence channel reporting the camp and the information to hand. The second was an encoded update to Zools. The grim message read just three words.

'No further leads.'

Posted - 2009.02.25 21:26:00 - [18]

 

Log, manhunt day 2...

Traced 'Khan operatives from Providence to Catch to Curse. No info in Catch, proceeded to Curse. Failed to find information in Curse, was intercepted by unrelated hostile fleet and pod-killed...

...

Log, manhunt day 4

Carthum contacts report heavy U'K movement around Kador regions - probably linked to continuing Bleak Lands fighting. Nothing else much.

...

Log, manhunt day 5

Came across 'Khan convoy in Domain. Unless they're putting scanners on Mammoths, this was just a war-materials convoy.

Pity it was high-sec.

...

Log, manhunt day 7


Still nothing suspicious in the Empire, but getting reports of unusually large 'Khan fleets attacking Providence. Off to Provi again.

Posted - 2009.02.26 18:48:00 - [20]

 

Edited by: Sardoc on 26/02/2009 18:57:03
Sardoc read over the op orders for the 10th time.....

-----------------------------------

Fm: Zoolkhan
To: Khai
Re: Poreuomai

Intel indicates that our missing Director is somewhere in the Providence Region. At this time, all gates that exit Providence are to be manned continuously, each ship scanned for lifesigns and report made directly to me on any suspicious movements. Also report all cyno fields immediately.

Find him. Let no ship go unchecked.

Zoolkhan out.

-----------------------------------

Picket duty can be boring. Sardoc was grateful he brought some books to continue his skill set towards that Rapier he had his eye on. As he reads, the board lights up with a contact. Setting the sensors on lifesigns, he quickly scans the ship, an Amarr cruiser - normal crew compliment and makeup. Since the release of the slaves, he had seen most fleet ships now manned only by Amarr, so lifesigns that did not include Minmatar were common. This was no exception - all Amarr. And me without a gun he thought...damn my luck.

He activated comms and made his routine report - System, Gate, Contact type, crew compliment, no anomolies.

And the hours wear on.......

Posted - 2009.02.28 10:54:00 - [22]

 

To: Mirkur Draug'Tyr Operational Headquarters

Constellation: Osnins
Solar System: Halle
Station: Halle II - Caldari Business Tribunal
Region: Everyshore

Docking in Halle. I have a feeling this might get ugly. I think I might be on to something. I'll report back as soon as I know more - or you'll never hear from me again.

Posted - 2009.02.28 12:46:00 - [24]

 

Edited by: Ottom Ephesianos on 28/02/2009 12:50:40
Dead space. The penatrating silence of nothing permiated the reefer sleep quarter. S.S. Say traveled soundlessly cloaked, the engines cool as weightlesness propelled the vessle through open void.

::Incoming emergency transmission:: The onboard computer chimed. The inhuman female voice filled the shadowed empty with charging lights and flickering plasma screen displays. ::Stage one awakening proceedures enitiated. Diagnostics initiated. Diagnostics complete. Power 23%, rising by 3.4% per second. Shields 100%. Armor 67.1%. HENRY..online, tertiary system on standby...::

00Thank you S.S. Say, I'll take it from here00 Henry wordlessly imagined from behind ancient armors within the walls of his shell under the bowels of the ship.

Lights inside the reefer sleep quarter came online moments later. The crew of three lay in peaceful slumber. Chauncey was the first to come to. Her eyes flickering open, squinting through the organic mixures of water and mineral salts to look through her sleep pods window into the cold room beyond. Ottom was second, his hand moving instinctively to take the breath mask from his face before realizing he was still under water. Finally Jack. As the mineral fluids drained from his sleep pod he wiped the rezidues from his bearded chin with awkward success. Almost silver eyes scanned the room with minor success.

"We got a call from the U'K." Ottom said while caughing up solution and spitting it out onto the grating of the sleep rooms floor. The fluids from the sleep pods drained through there into the tanks below and were eventually recycled.
"What sort." Jack was climbing out of his cell.
00It should seem that Kuru Khai and director Poreuomai have both come up missing00
"How in nine hells does that happen." Jack said while trying to overt his eyes from Chaunceys lythe frame. She was none too particular about what she looked like climbing out of a reefer sleep pod. Clothed or not.
"We'll find out." Ottom claimed. "Meeting in the main cabin in 20 minutes. Be there or be square."

Posted - 2009.03.03 14:54:00 - [26]

 

Posted - 2009.03.04 12:18:00 - [28]

 

Posted - 2009.03.04 16:06:00 - [30]

 

::Incoming Pirate Radio Transmission; Open Channel Locked Frequency (wide) No Trace::

Brothers in arms under the cowls and masks of self preservation. Give us back our leaders or suffer under the ancient codes of all races; suffer in what hell you may be trying to avoid.

Poreuomai, you will not be left behind!

::End Transmission (loop signal)::

Ottom kicked away from his old desk aboard the S.S. Say. The old logo from his days of pirating radio was embossed on the wall there, the fading sign a testament to rebel roots. Roots he hoped would bring his friends home safely. He had exhausted his contacts in Empire and scoured the surfaces of so many worlds he’d lost count. Still no sign. He did not worry though. The search would never end, and sooner or later news would come and punishments would be decreed.