[Old] CONCORD Research and Engineering: Storm in the Stars (FINAL LOG: Homecoming)

[HippieGold]

LOG 7

 

Spoiler

 

LOG 7 - UNKNOWN UNKNOWNS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[14:00, April 27th, 135 A.W.]

 

News Anchor: Thank you Steve. I’m here in the control room at Concord mission control, just minutes away from them launching their first ever civilian transport ship, the Erica. On the launch pad right now the CSV Scarlet Ocean is ready to take off along with its crew of three and six passengers. Here to give me the details is spacecraft engineer Daniel Kerman. Now tell me Daniel, why the name Scarlet Ocean?

Daniel: Well uh, we’d be lying if we said the naming had nothing to do with the oceans of Eve. It’s a popular topic within the scientific community.

News Anchor: I see, it is also something that is a large topic of discussion in pop-culture as well.

Daniel: Yes indeed.

News Anchor: So, this is the first civilian transport ship Concord has made so far, however the Scarlet Ocean will only be transporting Concord personnel, including civilians a part of Concord’s colonist program. However, will there be a time when these ships are used for public services?

Daniel: Well you know, the colonization division is taking baby steps as to opening ourselves up to the public for things like tourism or civilian housing, however not only are those things on the table, they are definite goals that we are indeed working toward achieving.

 

[14:10]

 

Adam: Okay people, look alive! This has to go smoothly understand? It’s our brothers and sisters in there and failure is non-tolerable! I want everyone at their two-hundred percent! Now let’s go people!

 

 

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[Launch Pad, Concord Mission Control]

[CSV Scarlet Ocean]

[14:15, April 27th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Larry: Captain Larry here. All systems are green, we have all positive levels, no anomalies. We’re ready to launch when you are mission.

Adam: Copy that captain. We’re starting the countdown at thirty, over.

PA: THIRTY SECONDS TO LIFT OFF.

Larry: Attention passengers this is your captain speaking, we are getting ready to launch. Please double check that you are properly fastened to your seat and prepare to brace yourself for takeoff. If this is your first time flying, it is advised that you tuck in your stomach, firmly grab your seat, and keep your body aligned with your chair, as to avoid discomfort.

 

[CSV Scarlet Ocean]

[Passenger Cabin]

 

(Wendy turns her head over to Aaron next to her)

 

Wendy: So, are you excited?

Aaron: Oh, I’ve flown before. This is nothing new to me.

Wendy: No I mean, for this new mission. And that ship! She’s practically my child… I never thought in a million years I’d ever get to be a part of her crew! So, aren’t you excited?

Aaron: Well I mean, studying the psychology of people in space for long periods time is a passion of mine. However I’m more comfortable being the company social worker at HQ. The added risk of this mission-

Wendy: Is exciting! Right?

PA: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Larry: Attention passengers, we have achieved orbit at seventy-five kilometers above surface. We will be ready to make our rendezvous burn to Orion station in ten minutes.

Wendy: Oh man, it feels so weird to switch from lying down on your back to sitting upward to having weightlessness. I- Oh wow…

 

 

 

 

Aaron: (looks out window) Hmmm, looks about the same as it did last time. I thought you’d been on missions before.

Wendy: Well I went to the Mün a few times as an engineer when I worked for Titanium, but, I guess it’s been a while…

Aaron: Well, to some, the stars never fail to amaze no matter what.

 

 

[CSV Scarlet Ocean]

[Cockpit]

 

[14:30]

 

Rick: Alright, now we have to make our burn to rendezvous with the station. We’ll have to… Wait a second…

Larry: What’s wrong pilot?

Rick: Sir, the system just went unresponsive. It isn’t answering any of my commands. I can’t move the ship.

Edbree: Yeah, I’m getting the same problem here to.

Larry: Okay, just reboot the system, see if that works. If it persists we’ll inform CMC.

Rick: Alright, rebooting.

 

(the interface screen goes black, and then lights back up)

 

Rick: Systems are nominal, everything checks out, hold on a sec. (Rick proceeds to turn the ship to the right) Yeah, that did it. Weird…

Larry: I’ll have to put that in the report later. Hopefully this doesn’t become a problem in the future.

Rick: There shouldn’t be anything to worry about. It was probably just a small glitch in the system, not a big deal.

Larry: Alright, bring us to the station.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Orion Station]

[Deck 2]

[15:30, April 27th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

Rodrie: So, more people are coming?

Richard: Precisely. Seven more to be exact. Then we’ll be on our way.

Rodrie: Alright then. Guessing it's all hush hush huh?

Richard: Yes, I guess you could say that.

Rodrie: Alright then. Guess I’ll put on a blind fold when they arrive.

Richard: Oh, that won’t be necessary.

 

(Sophia walks up to Richard)

 

Sophia: The Scarlet Ocean is on its way. It should rendezvous with us in a few minutes.

Richard: Good. Any word from Adam on Kerbin? How’s the Javelin doing down there?

Sophia: Brimley knows more about that than me. You should talk to him about it.

Richard: Oh, okay.

Reaves: Sir, the transport is here. They’re getting ready to dock.

 

 

 

 

Brimley: You are good to proceed Ocean. The port is clear for you to dock.

Larry: Copy that Orion. We’re aligned and moving forward.

Brimley: Ocean is there a reason you aren’t docking with your side docking port instead?

Larry: Uh, the system is a bit jumpy. We’re unable to dock with our side docking port. Plus we think it would be a lot safer to dock with our nose instead anyway.

Brimley: Copy that. Okay then, proceed. Make sure you run smoothly.

Larry: Over and out.

 

 

 

 

 

Rick: We’re almost there… Contact in three, two… damn I missed it. WOAH!

Larry: DEAR GOD WHAT’S GOING ON?!

Rick: I JUST LOST CONTROL! AUTOPILOT IS DOING IT’S OWN THING! WE’RE SPINNING!

 

 

 

 

 

Brimley: Oh s**t… LISTEN TO ME! CUT THE AUTOPILOT AND TURN ON YOUR ASAS NOW!

Sophia: What the hell is going on?!

Brimley: They lost control of the ship, it’s spinning! Tell Rodrie to- *BANG* Oh god they just hit the station!

Sophia: Rodrie! Damage report!

Rodrie: They just nicked us. Minor scraping on fuel tank A. They just put us into a spin ourselves… I need to stabilize us with our gyros.

 

 

 

 

 

Rick: Okay, we just regained control, we’re stable, but we’re still drifting.

Larry: Orion station, CMC is telling me we need to cut off communications. We’re going to proceed to dock but we’ll have to do it manually, over.

Brimley: Wait, what? Why did- damn they’re gone.

Richard: What’s the situation? Is the station okay?

Brimley: They nearly took out our solar array. Rodrie however retracted them just in time. Didn’t even have to ask.

Rodrie: Just doing my job.

Richard: Will it be safe for them to dock?

Brimley: As long as they do it manually. It’ll take longer but it’s better than smashing into the station.

Richard: Goddamn… Alright, I guess we just have to wait, and cross our fingers that they don’t kill us.

 

 

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[12,000km above Kerbin]

[CSV Sirius]

[13:00, April 24th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Okay. We should get to our burn maneuver in a about nineteen hours. After we make our burn, it should only be a couple of hours before we skid through the atmosphere.

Lennard: And our desired height is?

Lenbus: Well fifty-five sounded like a good idea, but after thinking about it, I decided sixty-four was a better bet.

Joerey: Only six kilometers down into the atmosphere?

Lenbus: Well you know, I just want to play it safe.

Joerey: Right… Well, you’re the authority on the matter.

Lenbus: That I am.

Lennard: We’ll check with CMC later, in the meantime let’s proceed.

 

[1:00, April 25th]

 

Lennard: Alright, make the burn.

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: (yawn) What did CMC say again yesterday?

Lennard: That they hadn’t the faintest clue and trusted our judgement. Do you know we are the first Concord ship to aerobrake in Kerbin’s atmosphere?

Lenbus: Jeez that can’t be good. Well now you know why I want to do it so high.

Lennard:  Never mind that. We should be there in the next few hours.

 

 

 

 

[6:00]

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Okay, we’re just about to enter the atmosphere.

Lennard: Alright everyone, straps on this could get rough.

Lenbus: We’ll be aerobraking in three, two, one, we just entered the atmosphere.

 

 

 

 

Joerey: I don’t really, feel any different.

Lenbus: Wait for it, we’re just about to hit our periapsis. And…………

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Oh.

Lennard: What?

Lenbus: We just passed our periapsis.

Lennard: Goddamn it. Turn us retrograde and burn, now!

 

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: We’re lowering our apoapsis! Fuel reserves are starting to go in the red!

Lennard: Do we have enough?!

Lenbus: Barely!

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Okay, our apoapsis is below keosynchronus orbit. We’re almost there.

Lennard: What are our reserve levels?

Lenbus: Definitely in the red at this point.

Lennard: Damn it, do we-

Lenbus: For the thousandth time sir. We’re good.

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Ha! What’d I tell you? One-hundred and twenty-six kilometers. We, are, good.

Lennard: (sigh) How many units do we have left?

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Fifty-three.

Lennard: Oh dear god.

Lenbus: Told you, just enough.

Joerey: So I guess they’re rendezvousing with us?

Lennard: Yeah. They sent a refueling tank and some new satellites into orbit a while back. We should just sit back and wait for them to treat us.

Joerey: (sigh) Amen to that.

Lennard: Call it in Joe.

Joerey: This is CSV Sirius to CMC. We have reached orbit of one-hundred and twenty-six kilometers. Waiting for you to drop by and fill us up, over.

 

 

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[Orion Station]

[CSV Scarlet Ocean]

[16:00, April 27th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Rick: Come on, come on…

 

 

 

 

 

Rick: Yes! Yes! Finally!

Larry: Oh dear lord. That has to be one of the hardest docking procedures I’ve ever gone through.

Rick: Yeah, tell me about it.

Larry: Well, time to tell them the good news. Attention passengers. We have successfully docked with the station. All personnel scheduled to board Orion station, you may come through the cockpit to do so.

 

[Orion Station]

[Deck 1]

 

Wendy: Wow, this is a pretty big place.

Aaron: I’ve been on bigger ones…

Sarah: The Guardian of Fire is way bigger than this place.

Sophia: ATTEEEEEEEENTION!

 

(Sarah stands upright and salutes)

 

Wendy and Aaron: Uhhhhh.

 

(Wendy and Aaron stumble and then stand straight and salute)

 

Sophia: You are crewmen now! You work for the Concord Navy! So I expect your full attention and salute when I demand it! None of this damn lollygagging!

Sarah: SIR YES SIR!

Aaron: SIR YES, MA’AM?

Wendy: S-SIR YES S-SIR!

Sophia: (sigh) Goddamn. At ease.

 

(Sarah stops saluting, as do Aaron and Wendy)

 

Richard: Pleasant to see you all made it in one piece, considering the, complications. Anyways, as only three out of seven have arrived thus far, your full briefing will not be given yet. It is expected everyone should be here in about four days. When that time comes we will inform you of the full extents of your mission, and the details of the CSV Javelin. I'm sure you all understand why the details of this mission can be, sensitive, to say the least.

Wendy: Er… Do we-

Sophia: YOU DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO MAGGOT!

Wendy: (pouts her lip)

Richard: You may uh… speak, Ms... Wendy, I presume?

Wendy: Where will we be uh, staying, for the next few days, on the station? Er, sir.

Richard: You will be staying on deck two, where the living quarters are. It should prove comfortable for you I’m sure.

Wendy: Thank you sir!

Richard: Well then. I guess… you are dismissed.

 

 

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[2km above Minmus]

[Icarus - K3b “Dragonfly”]

[4:00, April 30th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: This is Pilot Wiloly to Poseidon CT1. I’ll have touchdown in a few seconds.

 

 

 

 

Frank: Dragonfly you are landing way too close to that habitat module.

Wiloly: Uh, I’m just following the autopilot here…

Frank: Damn it move! You’re going to hit the-

 

*BANG*

 

Wiloly: Uh oh. Uhhhh.

Frank: What happened? Is the module okay?

Wiloly:  Yeah but uh, I kind of ended up landing horizontally.

Frank: Did you use the new v-tol system to land?

Wiloly: Uh… no.

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: I’m activating the horizontal gears now. I’d tell you to inform them that I’m here but, I think they already know…

 

 

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[Poseidon, Minmus]

[Habitat Module 3]

 

Nelvey: What was that?

Lando: Hmmmm… I gotta swell guess.

Nelson: What?

Lando: Know that pilot comin ta bring the new Icarus?

Nelvey: Yeah.

Lando: Ain’t never flown a day in his life.

Nelvey: Ohhhhh. That explains it.

 

(the radio starts beeping)

 

Nelvey: That’s probably Frank. (goes over to radio) Hello? … Yeah? Alright.

Nelson: What was it?

Nelvey: He said that we’re going to be taken to Capricorn when the sun comes up. It’s too dark to take off safely.

Nelson: I see.

Nelvey: Remember, you’re coming with me and Lando. Lulin has to check you out too.

 

 

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[Icarus – K3b “Dragonfly”]

[Passenger Bay]

[10:00]

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright everybody. I’ll be taking you up to Capricorn station so that you can get your examination. After that I’ll be taking you over to Orion station.

Lando: Strap in boys. Knowin this kid, probably gonna be a bumpy ride.

Wiloly: Due to some earlier…complications…we will be proceeding with a vertical takeoff.

Lando: Oh boy…

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright, we have liftoff. Engaging primary thrusters… now.

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: We are ascending. Should be at Capricorn in no time.

 

 

[11:00]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright people, we have docked. You may now proceed to the station.

 

[Capricorn Station]

[Deck 2]

 

Lulin: Damn, I can’t believe you guys.

 

(Lulin scans Nelsons body)

 

Lulin: You are so lucky one of your capillaries didn’t burst. If it weren’t for the low gravity I would be surprised.

Nelson: So what’s the damage doc?

Lulin: Oh just a cracked rib, no big deal.

Lando: And what ‘bout us two?

Lulin: Oh, you’re fine, just some bruising. You two are good to go.

Nelvey: Yes! Alright, let’s get out of here.

Lando: Let’s.

 

(Ribney floats toward the airlock)

 

Ribney: Don’t forget me!

Lulin: He’s going too?

Nelvey: Yeah.

Lulin: We’ll, good luck then.

Nelvey: Yeah, we’ll need it.

 

(Nelvey, Ribney, and Lando enter the airlock)

 

Nelvey: See ya Lulin.

Ribney: Bye Lulin! Bye Kirlong! Bye Ferski! Bye Desemone! Bye Dil-

Everyone: JUST GO ALREADY!

Ribney: Alright see ya guys!

 

(Jordorf floats over to the airlock)

 

Jordorf: Hey, wait!

Nelvey: Hm?

Jordorf: I’m coming with you guys too.

Nelvey: But, you weren’t chosen to be the-

Jordorf: Yeah I know. A transport ship was supposed to come and pick me up, but apparently something went wrong with it and it couldn’t come, so HQ told me to hitch a ride with you guys.

Nelvey: Well, if HQ said so, guess it’s alright. Come on in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited December 29, 2017 by HippieGold

[BostLabs]

Very scary docking. It looked like me docking.

[Itsdavyjones]

i think it reminds everyone of their first docking. Interesting chapter though.

[HippieGold]

LOG 8

Spoiler

LOG 8 - THE CSV JAVELIN

 

[2 Minutes From Kerbin Peripoapsis]

[Icarus – K3b “Dragonfly”]

[22:00, May 3rd, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright, we’re getting ready to aerobrake in the atmosphere.

Lando: Hey, sport, what height shall we be breakin at?

Wiloly: Thirty-eight kilometers Lando. By the way, you all should buckle up.

Nelvey: Oh jeez.

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright, we’re about to enter the atmosphere in three, two, one.

Nelvey: Alright guys, let’s hold on.

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright, we just hit fifty-five kilometers.

 

(walls of the shuttle start to rumble)

 

Jordorf: Oh man.

Ribney: Fun fact, this is the lowest anyone in Concord has ever aerobraked!

Lando: Whelp, we’re dead in tha water.

 

 

 

 

 

(walls of the shuttle shake violently)

 

Wiloly: We’re starting to get some flames here. Everyone hold on!

Lando: Lord. Think Imma be sick.

Nelvey: Can’t… feel… legs…

Ribney: It’s like a roller coaster!

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright, our apoapsis is going down. We’re almost done here.

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: Alright guys, we’re outside of the atmosphere. You can stop gripping the sides of the shuttle now.

Nelvey: Phew, that was pretty rough.

Wiloly: Alright, we’ll be heading over to Orion station now.

Lando: Ain’t that just grand.

 

 

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[Orion Station]

[Icarus – K3b “Dragonfly”]

[22:20, May 3rd, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wiloly: We have docked with the station. You may now board.

 

 

[Orion Station]

[Deck 1]

 

 

Sophia: Alright now, everybody. ATEEEEEEEENTION!

 

(Nedtrey, Nelvey, Lando, Sarah, Aaron, Ribney, and Wendy salute)

 

Richard: Alright, that’s good. At ease.

 

(they stop saluting)

 

Richard: Now you all have a faint idea why you are here. An interplanetary mission and a new state of the art ship. A ship which you have all been chosen to be the crew of. A lot of secrecy has gone into this, and with good reason. The walls of the universe seem to be getting smaller and smaller, and along with it is the list of people we can trust. That is why we chose you. You are our best, our bravest, our brightest, and our most loyal. In the uncertain times ahead, it is you, and people like you, who will see this corporation through. The weight of thousands of people, our people, now rest on your shoulders. Now I’m sure you’re wondering what this mission is. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but this mission will be one of routine. We need you to place two satellites in the Duna system; one in a polar orbit around Ike, and another in a polar orbit around Duna. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. Why so much preparation and secrecy for this? Well, that is because Concord hasn’t traveled outside of the Kerbin system in seven years, and the last time we did was operation touch the sky, our failed mission to Laythe. This mission means more about our reputation than anything else. This will decide how the world looks at us from now on. This will prove to us that Concord is capable of not only interplanetary flight, but so much more. You will go out there and show that Concord is a force to be reckoned with! Hooah?

Crew: HOOAH!

Richard: Good. In about six months, the Duna transfer window will open up, and then you will be ready to head over there, and carry out operation crimson tempest. In the mean time you will stay within the Kerbin system and carry out various tasks we give to you in order to test the capabilities of the Javelin. Sound good?

Crew: Sir yes sir!

Richard: Now, I’d like to inform each of you of your rank and position on the CSV Javelin.

 

(Richard walks over to the beginning of the line of people)

 

Richard: Lieutenant Commander Nedtrey. You have been selected to be the commanding officer.

Nedtrey: It is an honor sir.

Richard: Lieutenant Nelvey. After much heated discussion between the four of us, we decided to make you the executive officer of the ship.

Nelvey: Thank you sir. I won’t let you down.

Richard: I certainly hope not. Second Lieutenant Lando, you have been chosen to be the ship's pilot.

Lando: Don’t mean to toot my own horn sir but I gotta say ya'll made a good choice.

Richard: Certainly. Ensign Wendy, given you’re wide expertise in the ship's systems, we chose you to be the Chief Engineer.

Wendy: Wow, I, uh, thank you so much sir.

Richard: Petty Officer Third Class Sarah. You have a lot of naval experience, we like that. You’ve been made one of the engineers.

Sarah: I graciously accept sir.

Richard: Crewman Apprentice Ribney. You are the communications officer of the ship.

Ribney: Yes!

Richard: And lastly, Crewman Apprentice Aaron. You have been chosen to be an engineer, as well as the crew’s social worker.

Aaron: I hope my skills are of use sir.

Richard: Now that you all know your jobs, it’s time to get you to the ship. Wiloly and Hemley will take you to her on the two shuttles. Wendy, Aaron, Ribney, and Nelvey, you will be going on the Dragonfly. Lando, Nedtrey, and Sarah, you will be going on the RE2.

Wendy: Alright! Can’t wait to see this thing in space!

Lando: Bet she’s a beauty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[75km Above Kerbin]

[Icarus – K3b “Dragonfly”]

[22:00, May 3rd, 135 A.W.]

 

Sarah: Huh, so that’s the Javelin huh?

Nedtrey: The second Lieutenant was right, certainly is a beauty.

 

 

 

 

 

Hemley: Alright folks. We’re about to dock with the ship.

 

 

 

 

 

Hemley: Alright everybody, I’d like to thank you for riding Concord space-ways. I’d ask you to please fly again, but then again you have no choice if you want to come home. Well, have fun on your fancy spaceship.

 

[CSV Javelin]

[Bridge]

 

Nedtrey: Alright folks, today is the first day of the rest of your lives. I’m not sure what will come about this partnership between the seven of us, but here’s hoping it’s nothing but good times.

Ribney: Here’s to it!

Nedtry: Now everyone, to your stations. We’re gonna wait to get refueled, and then, our first mission. Dismissed.

 

 

 

 

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[Orion Station]

[Deck 1]

[23:00, May 3rd, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Rodrie: So you guys are finally going?

Richard: Afraid so. We have a corporation to run back on Kerbin.

Rodrie: I see. Glad to know I could’ve been of some use to you.

Brimley: Hey, don’t mention it. Thanks for being so inviting.

Rodrie: I never mind company.

Sophia: We’ll, see you later.

Reaves: Yeah, be well.

 

(Sophia, Brimley, Jordorf, Reaves, and Richard enter the shuttle)

 

Kencan: So uh, what about us?

Rodrie: Hm? Who are you again?

Bobmund: We’re from the Scarlet Ocean. We were supposed to go to Minmus?

Rodrie: Take it up with the brass. My shift’s done for today.

 

[Icarus – RE2]

 

 

 

 

Hemley: Attention passengers, we are separating from Orion station and are ready to make our deorbiting burn back to CMC. I’d like to remind you all to buckle up, as atmospheric re-entry tends to get a little bumpy. I’d like to remind you to keep your hands and feet inside the craft at all times, and have a nice day.

 

 

 

 

Richard: So, Sophia. This is your first time into space right?

Sophia: Yeah?

Richard: So that means this is your first re-entry too huh?

Sophia: Yeah, I guess.

Richard: Well if you thought taking off was bad, I suggest you hold on tightly.

 

 

 

 

 

Hemley: Alright everybody, we are in fact on course. We should be arriving at our destination in about seven minutes and twenty seconds. I’d like to just remind you to make sure your seat belts are fastened.

Sophia: Seven minutes? Aren’t we going a bit fast?

Brimley: Oh yeah. Brace yourself.

 

 

 

 

Hemley: Alright, we have just entered the atmosphere.

 

(walls of shuttle start to shake)

 

Sophia: It isn’t bad is it? I mean I’ve heard stories but I’ve never actually-

Brimley: Just hold on and you’ll get through this.

 

 

 

 

(walls of shuttle start to shake violently)

 

 

Sophia: Oh god. We’ll be alright, right? I mean, this has been tested before hasn’t it?

Brimley: In re-entering? Nope.

Sophia: Oh s**t.

 

 

(walls of the shuttle shake MORE violently)

 

 

 

 

Sophia: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK!

 

 

 

 

Sophia: WE’RE BURNING UP! WE’RE GOING TO DIE!

Brimley: GODDAMN IT YOUR SHOUTING ISN’T HELPING!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sophia: Weregonnadieweregonnadieweregonnadieweregonnadieweregonnadie.

Richard: Just…hang…on…

Reaves: OH COME ON YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF WUSSES!

 

 

 

 

 

 

(walls of the shuttle become calm)

 

Hemley: Alright everyone, we’re through the worst of it. Now it’s just a slow descent down.

Sophia: Oh, god, we’re alive. We’re alive.

Richard: You said the same thing after we go into orbit the first time.

Brimley: Hehe, she never gets tired of it.

 

[Icarus – RE2]

[Cockpit]

 

Hemley: So all our parachutes are deployed?

Riley: Yup, every single one.

Hemley: Okay, good. Hmm, it’s pretty dark out tonight huh?

Riley: Yeah? What of it.

Hemley: It’s just that, I can’t really see the ground through my monitor. Makes it harder to land.

Riley: Why don’t you just use the altimeter?

Hemley: Meh. I’m used to landing with visual perspective from the craft. Allows me to judge things better.

Riley: I see.

Hemley: You know what, forget it, I’ll let the autopilot take care of it.

Riley: Yeah, might as well. Hey, how fast are we going again?

Hemley: Nine meters per second.

Riley: WHAT?!

 

*EXPLOSION*

 

 

 

 

[Passenger Cabin]

 

Brimley: MOTHER F**KER!

Richard: GAH! What the hell just happened?!

Brimley: We just crashed that’s what!

Richard: S**t, let's make sure everyone's okay. Reaves? Are you alright?

Reaves: Depends…on…your definition…of okay…

Richard: Sophia?

 

(Sophia stares blankly)

 

Brimley: She’s okay, just in shock.

Richard: What about you Brim?

Brimley: Oh come on Rich, you know I’ve seen worse.

Richard: Riley, Hemley, Jordorf, are you guys okay over there?

Hemley: Yeah, me and Riley are fine, but I think Jordorf is unconscious.

Richard: Damn it. Contact CMC now, tell them to send emergency…medical…services…

Brimley: Hey, Rich, are you okay?

Richard: Actually…I’m not…feeling…(collapses)

Brimley: S**t. Rich! Are you okay?! Rich!

 

 

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[126km Above Kerbin]

[CSV Sirius]

[9:00, April 25th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joerey: Okay, that’s the last one.

Lennard: That patch in the hull still good?

Joerey: Yup. Fuel reserves are back in the green. We’re good to go.

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Alright, let me plot a course back to the Mun.

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: We’ll be making our burn in four minutes.

Lennard: Alright, call it in Joe.

Joerey: Yes! Ahem. CMC, this is CSV Sirius, we have green systems here. Hull is at ninety-eight percent after repairs. We’re requesting Mun transfer injection tango two bravo, over.

CMC: Uhhhh, copy that Sirius. LOS is clear, you’re good to go.

Joerey: Thank you CMC.

 

[9:04]

 

Lenbus: Alright, burning in three, two...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lenbus: Alright, engines offline. Fuel reserves now in the yellow.

Joerey: Damn, these burns always take so long.

Lennard: That’s because we only used our nuke engines this time. We have to save fuel.

Joerey: Of course.

Lenbus: Now we can go finish this job and finally go home.

Joerey: Sounds good. Even though this has felt like a fun road trip, I seriously wouldn’t mind stretching my legs on Kerbin again.

Lenbus: I’ll have to agree with you on that one.

Lennard: When will we reach our apoapsis at the Mun?

Lenbus: About four and a half hours.

Joerey: Sounds pretty text book to me.

Lennard: I’d hate to encourage laziness within my ranks, but I have to say that I’m looking forward to going home myself.

Joerey: We aren’t lazy, just tired of doing a tedious job.

Lennard: Well someone has to do it.

Lenbus: Well at least we have each other, right guys?

Joerey and Lennard: Yeah, whatever.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited December 28, 2017 by HippieGold

[HippieGold]

Just a quick update.

I've been a bit busy the last few days, and haven't had a lot of time to work on log 9. Today was the first chance I got to actually start doing some stuff in game, and KSP being KSP I've run into a few complications here and there.

Also, since the Javelin crew selection arc is done now, I want to actually jump into some real story. There's some action on the horizon, actual conflict! That being said, I want the next log to pack a punch, so I'll be making it particularly long, as well as focused on the task at hand (there's a bunch of miscellaneous missions I need to get out of the way later and I don't want to eat up too much of the log's time by devoting half of it to said missions). So yeah, it'll be a while before it comes out.

In the mean time however, I just finished designing the emblem for the CSV Javelin.

I plan on making these for all the naval ships in the series. Even though I'm not horribly well at photoshop, I think it's a nice touch.

Also, in case any of you were confused, this is an after action report, which means everything that happens in the story at some point happened in my save file. For instance, the landing on Minmus, though I had to re-enact it, was the first time I ever tried to land on anything in KSP. The ships used in that flashback are the exact same as the ships I used back then as well.

Also, all the characters in the save file are persistent, as you can see here with the crew of the Javelin.

Though the names Wendy, Sarah, and Aaron were all edited in by me, everyone else (including Lando) was randomly generated. Also, the Nelvey on board is the exact same Nelvey that I used to land on Minmus the first time. Let that sink in.

Anyways, that's all. If you have any questions regarding the story feel free to ask me. In the mean time I have some work too do...

[Itsdavyjones]

a decent chapter. Concord better get its stuff together if they want to work without accidents that shouldn't happen.

[HippieGold]

LOG 9

 

Spoiler

 

LOG 9 - ENDANGERED

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Concord Headquarters]

[Head of Spacecraft Division’s Office]

[8:00, May 5th, 135 A.W.]

 

Brimley: (yawn) Yeah I know, don’t worry, it’ll be in orbit by tomorrow.

Oscar: Alright. Remember, the boss wants a fully functional Erica in orbit as soon as possible.

Brimley: I hear you loud and clear, I’ll talk to you later. (hangs up) Yeesh.

 

(phone rings)

 

Brimley: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. (picks up phone) Hello?

Reaves: Hey Brimley.

Brimley: Oh, hey there Reaves.

Reaves: How’s it going?

Brimley: Pretty much fine. The head of engineering is riding my ass to get an Erica that won’t crash into whatever it’s docking with into orbit as soon as possible. (yawn) How’s the leg buddy?

Reaves: Still broken.

Brimley: That’s a shame.

Reaves: Yeah, I’m not sure if you knew this, but bones don’t mend overnight.

Brimley: Go figure.

Reaves: You have any idea how the CEO is doing?

Brimley: He has a concussion. The doctors are making him stay in bed all day so he makes as quick a recovery as possible. In the meantime this bureaucrat is in charge.

Reaves: Yeah I heard. It’s quite the surprise really, I’ve never even met this Oscar guy before.

Brimley: So, what’s up? You just call to say hello?

Reaves: Well actually, I just wanted to tell you that the EXD will be launching two interplanetary missions soon.

Brimley: Oh?

Reaves: Yeah, the Moho and Dres windows are opening up very soon, and we want to get some map intel from both of them.

Brimley: When are these windows opening up?

Reaves: Moho’s window is open tomorrow.

Brimley: Tomorrow?!

Reaves: Don’t worry, the craft is already good to go.

Brimley: Wait, you said you we’re going to get map intel from Moho? Why?

Reaves: SCIENCE, obviously...

Brimley: Oh. right.

Reaves: Keep up Brimley.

Brimley: Wait a second, did you say there was a Dres window opening up too? Are you seriously-

Reaves: Look I’ll give you more details about that later. Right now I’ve got preparations to make. We’ll talk.

 

(Reaves hangs up)

 

Brimley: Crazy b***ard.

 

 

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[Concord Research and Engineering Headquarters]

[Board Room 3]

[10:00, May 5th, 135 A.W.]

 

Oscar: Alright now that you’re all here, let’s get down to business. My name is Oscar, and I am currently taking over for chief executive Richard while he recovers. Now, I’ve assembled all the heads of the divisions here today because I want us to clarify what our schedule will be in the coming weeks. It is paramount that we do not falter in progress because of the injury of our CEO. Now, let’s begin with the spacecraft division. Brimley.

Brimley: Um, yes, Mr. acting CEO?

Oscar: You are aware that the CSV Javelin is to test the capabilities of the slingshot prototype correct?

Brimley: Yes, they should be rendezvousing with it tomorrow. I’m sure whatever the EXD threw together should work well with the ship’s systems.

Oscar: Good. Reaves.

Reaves: Yes sir?

Oscar: How’s the leg?

Reaves: Why does everyone ask me that? You do see I’m in a wheelchair right?

Oscar: The launching of the IPMAKS probes are already scheduled and prepped, correct?

Reaves: (sigh) Yes, “Farsight” should be launching at eight o’clock tonight.

Oscar: Splendid. However, I want you to consult Brimley before the launching of “Eagle Eye” to Dres, understood?

Reaves: Yes sir.

Oscar: Selfel, I want you to make those changes to Orion station that I forwarded to you. Also, I want you to lay down the foundation to make sure that Orion is populated with a dedicated team from now on.

Selfel: Trust me sir, the station division has been itching to get some work done lately. We’ll be happy to get the job done.

Oscar: Alright then.  MAXWELL!

Maxwell: Hm, what? Uh, yes sir?

Oscar: The aerospace division hasn’t produced a single working aircraft since the reformation of the company! Would you care to explain why that is?

Maxwell: Well sir, we did in fact produce the Black Mamba class fighter, so that statement wouldn’t necessarily be true.

Oscar: The Black Mamba is a SPACE FIGHTER. You failed to make a single AIRcraft.

Maxwell: Oh, right. Well, you got me there.

Oscar: You and your division are in charge of producing an SSTO capable of bringing passengers into and from orbit. After this whole crash landing incident with the Icarus RE-2, we need to establish a better method of ground to orbit transportation.

Maxwell: I’m sorry, you want the aerospace division to develop something that, were it to fail, would jeopardize the lives of valuable employees and important company assets.

Oscar: Precisely.

Maxwell: Yeah, we’ll get right on that.

Oscar: Kyle. How’s it going with the expansion projects on Minmus and the Mun?

Kyle: We just finished setting up a satellite network around the Mun, thanks to the CSV Sirius. All the newly designed colony buildings have been constructed; it’s only a matter of getting them onto the surface now.

Oscar: Good. Now, just recently we purchased some land on the Mün from Titanium industries. It’s a kethane deposit near the equator that cost us a pretty penny. We need to set up a new base there and begin to exploit münar resources. That will be the target of our larger colony on the Mun. Cronus base will, for now, be abandoned.

Kyle: That seems like a wise action given the lack of activity in the region.

Oscar: Yes, agreed. Also, I want you to start bringing kethane from the Mun to Minmus.

Kyle: Uh, sir?

Oscar: Eventually the reserves on Minmus will dry up. We need to delay this action by exporting more to Minmus.

Kyle: Why Minmus?

Oscar: You should know by now that Minmus is a perfect place to initiate interplanetary burns, making it a good fuel depot. It is also our farthest out colony. If it runs out of kethane, everyone there will be stranded.

Kyle: Well actually sir...due to the Oberth effect it's actually more-

Oscar: Kyle, don't start with me.

Kyle: Understood sir. I’m guessing that the vessel carrying out this operation will be the Camel class industrial ship?

Oscar: Yes. Its main purpose is as a fuel tanker as you probably know. Missions including the exporting of kethane to Minmus will become routine for Camel ships.

Kyle: Hm, is there already a ship like this in orbit?

Oscar: Yes. The CSV Longhaul will be responsible for the upcoming exportation mission as well as all others in the near future.

Kyle: Alright then. We’ll get on that right away.

Oscar: Okay then. Jacob.

Jacob: Yes sir?

Oscar: The weapons division has been working on quite a few concept schematics for different torpedo launcher weapons, but none of them have been tested yet have they?

Jacob: Well uh, no sir. Though co-operation with the SCD has been-

Oscar: You will test out the newly designed launchers using the CSV Javelin after it has finished testing the slingshot.

Jacob: Yes sir.

Oscar: Okay. No dilly dallying from any of you. In the next few weeks I want nothing but progress from your divisions, understood?

Everyone: Yes sir.

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Vehicle Assembly Building]

[2:00, May 5th, 135 A.W.]

 

Brimley: Well, no wonder the acting CEO wanted you to consult me first.

Reaves: Why do you say that?

 

 

 

 

Brimley: You plan on getting this to Dres?

Reaves: Yes.

Brimley: (sigh) Okay, who has the largest stake of Dres?

Reaves: Tarrospace Research of the Tarro Conglomerate.

Brimley: Correct. Now, you do know that the majority of the Tarro fleet calls Dres home right?

Reaves: Yes.

Brimley: So you’re telling me, you’re going to send something that is basically a surveillance satellite, to a heavily armed fortress world, and everyone is just going to be okay with it.

Reaves: Brimley, who do you take me for?

Brimley: An idiot?

Reaves: The IPMAKS probe “Eagle Eye” doesn't have a tranponder, and on the vehicle there are no present serial numbers. So even if it were captured, which it won’t be, no one would know we sent it.

Brimley: Aren’t we sending an identical probe to Moho? One that does have serial numbers and does have a transponder?

Reaves: What’s your point?

Brimley: (sigh) My point is that they’ll see this probe, match it up to the one at Moho, and trace it back right to us.

Reaves: They still won’t have any proof. We’ll just say we sold it to someone else.

Brimley: Reaves, come on now.

Reaves: Look, the CEO wants this thing to go to Dres, it’s going to Dres. It won’t be discovered and it won’t be captured. What do you want me to do strap a goddamn bomb onto it? Will that get you off my case?

Brimley: Maybe…

Reaves: Look, we’re done here.

Brimley: Fine. Anything happens and it’s on your ass.

Reaves: For once Brimley, could you please have faith in my bloody division? Just one damn time?

 

(Reaves wheels himself away)

 

Brimley: Wait, Reaves.

Reaves: (sigh) What Brimley?

Brimley: You’re… You’re right.

Reaves: What?

Brimley: It’s my fault that you’re in that wheelchair right now. The Icarus – RE2 wasn’t designed properly, that’s on me.

Reaves: Hey come on now you-

Brimley: And operation touch the sky, that’s on me too. I should’ve known that there was no way the Hercules could have made that trip, yet I let it go. I keep blaming you and the EXD for all our problems, when really I only have myself to blame; you haven’t done anything wrong.

Reaves: Well jeez, don’t beat yourself up about it…

Brimley: Look, from now on there shouldn’t be any bad blood between us. Richard was right, if Concord’s going to get anywhere, we need to work together, alright?

Reaves: Yeah… Alright.

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[21:00, May 6th, 135 A.W.]

 

PA: LAUNCHING OF THE IPMAKS PROBE “FARSIGHT” WILL BEGIN IN T MINUS ONE MINUTE.

Brimley: So this one is going to Moho?

Reaves: Yeah.

Brimley: Why’d you choose the Omega 5 launch vehicle? We only ever used that for Ericas.

Reaves: Fuel conservation. This thing is going interplanetary right away. We simply don’t have the time to dock and refuel it, our window is almost closed.

Brimley: I see.

PA: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PA: ORBIT HAS BEEN ACHIEVED. INTERPLANETARY BURN WILL COMMENCE  IN TWENTY-EIGHT MINUTES.

Brimley: Well, congrats Reaves. This is going to be the first thing Concord has sent into interplanetary space in seven years.

Reaves: Let’s hope our next manned flight into interplanetary space yields similar results.

 

 

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[75km above Kerbin]

[CSV Javelin]

[12:00, May 5th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Lando: Alright ya’ll, we’s about to dock with tha slingshot.

Nedtrey: Brace yourselves everybody, if this thing isn’t as perfect as HQ said it was we may have a problem.

Ribney: Alright, we’re all ready back here!

Nedtrey: Alright then, let’s dock.

 

 

 

 

Lando: We got a connection over ‘ere.

Nelvey: Alright, everything looks good. The strut guns should activate now.

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: There we go.

Wendy: Sir, we’re getting a lot of pulling force from those struts.

Nedtrey: Copy that, let’s see if this-

Wendy: Oh, hell! The force from the struts just split the slingshot in two!

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Well that’s just great.

Wendy: Sir! That force put some momentum on the piece that split off, and it’s about to crash into us!

Nedtrey: S**T. Everybody brace for impact!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Nedtrey: Ensign, damage report.

Wendy: Some thermal damage to the hull, but we should be fine. This thing was built to take on hits larger than that.

Nedtrey: Alright good. Damn, I was having such a good day too.

Nelvey: Leave it to EXD to make something that nearly tears our ship apart.

Lando: Hey, could o’ been worse.

Nedtrey: Ensign could you look into why the slingshot behaved like that? I’ll need to put this into my report…

Wendy: Yes sir!

Nedtrey: Lando, bring us to one-hundred and twenty meters, I want to get as far away from this debris cloud as possible.

Lando: On it sir!

 

 

 

 

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[30km above the Mun]

[Gold Rush IV]

[4:00, May 8th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Philsy: Okay, that’s the last of it, your tanks are full Longhaul.

Sidlie: Thanks Gold Rush IV. You’re clear to undock.

 

 

 

 

Philsy: Heading off to Minmus now?

Sidlie: Yep, should have enough fuel.

Philsy: Well, keep safe Longhaul.

Sidlie: Thanks gold rush. See you soon.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Headquarters]

[Head of Station Division’s Office]

[16:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

(Kyle answers the phone)

 

Kyle: Hello?

Oscar: Ah, Mr. Kyle, just the man I wanted to speak with.

Kyle: I’d assume that since you called me. Er, sir.

Oscar: I’d like to talk to you about one of your fuel depots.

Kyle: Fuel depot beta? Yeah, the Longhaul will deposit its acquired kethane there.

Oscar: I’m not talking about fuel depot beta, I’m talking about fuel depot alpha.

Kyle: Oh, that thing? It’s defunct.

Oscar: Yes, I’m aware. I’m also aware that it is in a clockwise orbit.

Kyle: …

Oscar: In a trafficked orbital path as well…

Kyle: Yeah, I guess it is a bit dangerous.

Oscar: Do you have any idea how many close calls there have been with that depot crashing into something?

Kyle: Uh…

Oscar: Forty-seven.

Kyle: Wow.

Oscar: Wow indeed. I need that thing gone Mr. Kyle.

Kyle: Well, blowing it up certainly won’t help the problem.

Oscar: I’m not suggesting you blow it up. I want you to bring it to the ship graveyard on Minmus, the one where the CSV Vega was left.

Kyle: Alright, I can do that. We have a remote controlled engine module around Minmus that could help us get it done.

Oscar: One compatible with the non-standard FusTek berthing?

Kyle: Yessiry.

Oscar: Well then, get it done.

Kyle: I’m already on it. (hangs up) Yeesh. That guy needs to lay back a little. (dials number) Yeah, CMC? I need you to rendezvous the REM with fuel depot alpha and land it into the ship graveyard on the surface, same place the Vega is.

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[17:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

Isaac: Alright guys, you all know what to do. Let’s dock the REM with fuel depot alpha and get it out of harm’s way.

Rachael: Yes sir Mr. Head of Flight Operations.

Isaac: (sigh) Rachael, please, Isaac is only two syllables.

Rachael: Alright, Isaac.

Isaac: Now, how long until the REM rendezvous with depot alpha?

George: Thirty seconds sir.

Isaac: Ahead of schedule, I like that.

 

 

 

 

 

George: Alright, we’ve killed relative velocity.

Isaac: Man, you can’t see anything.

Rachael: Actually sir, the sun should be rising any second now.

Isaac: Oh there we go, can see perfectly now. Now let’s, hey wait a second?

George: What is- oh.

Isaac: This damn thing has standard docking ports not FusTek berthings! Jeez, doesn’t anyone double check this sort of stuff?

Rachael: So we can’t dock with it.

Isaac: Afraid not. Hmm, this is quite the predicament.

George: Wait, we can assume control of the depot right?

Isaac: I’d assume so.

George: And it has RCS, right?

Isaac: Well shoot. You think it has enough monopropellant?

George: Hmm, according to its latest report, yeah, yeah it does.

Isaac: Alrighty, we won’t be able to land it but, deorbiting is just as good right? Aim for the graveyard.

George: Alright, I’m on it.

 

 

 

 

 

George: That should do it.

Isaac: Okay, keep an eye on that thing while it plunges toward the surface.

 

 

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[1,188km Above Minmus]

[CSV Longhaul]

[8:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Addo: Alright, we’ll be at periapsis in a few seconds. Get ready to make the burn.

Sidlie: My hand’s on the throttle.

 

 

 

 

 

Sidlie: Okay, we have orbit.

Addo: So we need to rendezvous with depot beta? How are our fuel levels for that?

Sidlie: We’re still in the green but levels are dangerously approaching yellow.

Addo: Damn, hope we don’t have to refuel.

Sidlie: We should be fine.

 

(a beeping sound comes from the main panel)

 

Addo: We’re getting hailed.

Sidlie: By who?

Addo: The CSV Polaris, looks like they need help.

Sidlie: Answer them.

(unknown): CSV Polaris to CSV Longhaul, come in Longhaul.

Addo: This is Longhaul, what’s your sitrep Polaris?

(unknown): We’ve run out of fuel! A micrometeorite punctured a hole in our tank and our fuel just poured out.

Addo: What we’re you doing out here?

(unknown): We caught an unknown ship entering Minmus SOI without hailing Capricorn first. We we’re sent out to investigate, and then our fuel tank was ruptured.

Addo: Did you find the unknown vessel?

(unknown): Last we saw it was on a suborbital trajectory. It possibly landed somewhere on Minmus.

Addo: Alright then, has the rupture been sealed?

(unknown): We patched it up with what we had lying around. It should hold for now but we’ll need full repairs later.

Addo: Alright, hang tight, we’re heading over.

Sidlie: Another fuel tank rupture huh? Just goes to show how an unarmoured ship like an Achilles fairs in long term missions.

Addo: What do you mean?

Sidlie: A while back the CSV Sirius had a fuel tank rupture as well. It’s beginning to become a common occurrence.

Addo: Hm, well let’s rendezvous with them and help them out.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[17:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

George: Alright, contact in three, two, one.

 

 

 

 

George: Confirmed destruction.

Isaac: Alright, spot on.

Rachael: Ahem, sir?

Isaac: What is it?

Rachael: This is supposed to be the graveyard where the CSV Vega is right?

Isaac: I believe so.

Rachael: So… Where is it?

Isaac: What are you talking about? (points at ship on the screen) It’s right there!

Rachael: That isn’t the Vega, it’s some kind of unknown vessel.

Isaac: Well, that can’t be right. Where the hell is the Vega?

 

 

 

 

George: Sir! Incoming transmission! You’re going to want to see this.

 

 

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[100km Above Minmus]

[CSV Longhaul]

[16:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Sidlie: Alright, we’re about to null out our velocity.

 

 

 

 

 

Addo: Alright Polaris, you’re clear to dock with us.

(unknown): Copy that Longhaul. We’re moving in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Addo: Uh… missed your target there Polaris.

(unknown): Yeah sorry about that Longhaul, thought we we’re on course there. Can we just dock with your top port?

Addo: Ha, sure why not. We can have a slumber party while we’re at it.

Sidlie: Hey, is it just me, or does this ship look kind of old?

Addo: What do you mean?

Sidlie: Well, this looks like the Achilles one class, but I thought the Polaris was an Achilles three class.

Addo: Huh, maybe it was just never decommissioned.

Sidlie: Yeah, I guess.

 

 

 

 

 

Addo: Alright, we’re docked. You’re free to board if you wish Polaris.

 

(airlock open and three men with guns point at Sidlie and Addo)

 

(unknown): HANDS ON YOUR HEAD NOW!

Sidlie: Well, son of a b**ch.

 

 

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[120km Above Kerbin]

[CSV Javelin]

[17:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Nedtrey: Alright, how’s it going back there?

Wendy: Well luckily all the software required to operate these things came pre-installed into the ships systems. As soon as we strapped on the torpedo cannons the system responded to them instantly. I’ve even got a neat little UI to fire the torpedoes too!

Nedtrey: U…I?

Wendy: Oh, user interface.

Nedtrey: Right.

 

 

 

 

Sarah: I’m just glad these things don’t put any stress on the power systems. The weapons on the Guardian of Fire made you have to re-balance all the energy priorities for every shot it took. Damn beast it was…

Nedtrey: Well as long as everything’s working. So far this is looking a lot better than our first test.

Wendy: Hmm, looks like I’ll have to organize some stuff in the torpedo firing program. It may take a while to set it up.

Nedtrey: Ah… There’s always a catch.

Wendy: Don’t sweat it Lieutenant Commander. I’ll have her fixed in a jiffy.

Aaron: So you’re saying that this ship was made to be compatible with these cannons?

Wendy: Essentially, yeah.

Aaron: Well that’s a relief, last thing we need is a cluttered system.

 

(communications terminal begins to beep)

 

Ribney: Whoa guys, hate to interrupt and all, but it looks like HQ would like to have a word with us.

Nelvey: HQ? I thought CMC was in charge of us testing the cannons.

Nedtrey: Patch us through Ribney.

Ribney: Yes sir!

HQ: HQ to Javelin actual, come in actual.

Nedtrey: This is actual. What’s the sitrep HQ?

HQ: We have a possible hostage taking going on at Minmus and need immediate naval intervention.

Nedtrey: Hostage taking? What on Kerbin are you talking about, pirates?

HQ: Information isn’t clear at this time. All we know is that a distress signal from the CSV Longhaul got picked up by Capricorn station, and all attempts to hail the ship have been met with silence. Last we checked it docked with a ship posing as the Polaris. We have reason to believe it was possibly the Vega instead.

Nedtrey: The Vega? That’s a decommissioned ship…

Nelvey: How do you know that?

Nedtrey: Because I read the assets manifest stupid.

HQ: Actual?

Nedtrey: Sorry about that HQ. You’re requesting we intercept?

HQ: Yes. You are clear to leave as soon as your next Minmus injection window opens.

Nedtrey: Solid copy. Gonna take a wild guess and say that you want us to bring these torpedo cannons with us?

HQ: A correct assumption. However, at the moment, use of deadly force has not been authorized.

Nedtrey: Solid copy HQ. We’re on our way.

HQ: Fly safe Javelin.

Lando: And just when I got thinkin this week’d be a bore.

Nelvey: I don’t know man, this smells a bit off to me. How were these guys able to slip by us so easily? We should be on our toes, can never be too careful.

Nedtrey: Let’s save the hypothesizing for later. Right now, we got a job to do. Lando, plot a course for Minmus. We have some asses to save.

Lando: Loud ‘n’ clear LC.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[18:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

Isaac: Alright guys I need all the info you can give me right now.

Rachael: Last recordings between Vega and Longhaul showed that the terrorists had knowledge of Concord operations and protocol, we could be dealing with someone from the inside.

Isaac: Damnit, there’s no way… How’s that unknown vessel looking? What have we got on it?

Eric: Sir, the CEO’s adviser told us not to approach the vessel. She said it might be rigged with explosives.

Isaac: Explosives? Just who the hell are we dealing with here?

George: Sir, incoming transmission from the Longhaul!

Isaac: On screen, now!

George: It’s only an audio recording, I’m about to play it now.

(unknown): This is a message for Concord Research and Engineering. At the moment we have your two pilots, Sidlie and Addo, held at gunpoint. We have assumed control of the Longhaul. If we so choose, at any moment, we can mix oxidizer into the nearly full kethane tank and crash the ship into Poseidon below. The resulting explosion would be enough to wipe out the entire colony. However, we do not wish for that to happen. Our demands are simple, we want you to transfer ninety-four million and six-hundred thousand kredits to a specified bank account. Once you do we will undock from your ship and release our hostages. We will then move to a random ExinSky station where you will not pursue us. There will be no negotiations and no leeway. You have three days to make a decision. If not, then you can say goodbye to your little colony. END OF MESSAGE.

Isaac: Dear god, what the hell are we going to do?

Rachael: Sir, apparently the CSV Javelin has already been sent to deal with the problem. However we will need orders from the acting CEO so we know what to- (gasp)!

 

(Richard walks in with a crutch, an arm cast, and a bandaged head)

 

Richard: Actually, that won’t be necessary.

Isaac: Oh my- Mr. Chief Executive?

Richard: Starting now, I am taking authority over this situation.

Isaac: But sir, you-!

Richard: HFO, please, stop worrying about me and start worrying about our employees who are currently in danger.

Isaac: Y-yes sir.

Richard: Now, it’s time to begin the Concord Navy’s first military operation. It’s time to begin operation damsel.

 

 

 

Edited December 28, 2017 by HippieGold

[The Error]

Is this still being updated? :hope:

[HippieGold]

I've been busy with school work lately, so there won't be any chapters for a while :/ But this is by no means dead. When I have the time I'll head back to the ol' anvil and whip up the next log.

[briansun1]

just finish and wow... it's really good. I like how you also have pictures with it.

[briansun1]

Double post

[HippieGold]

LOG 10

 

Spoiler

 

LOG 10 - OPERATION: DAMSEL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[18:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

Richard: Alright, I need details now. What’s the status of the CSV Longhaul?

Rachael: Um, uh, the Longhaul is one-hundred kilometers above Minmus in an inclined orbit.

Isaac: Sir, are you sure that it’s okay for you to be-

Richard: Quiet! Has anyone tried contacting the ship? Any successful hails at all?

George: Not since the ship was captured sir. Seems like they aren’t too talkative.

Richard: Hmm, that’s a shame.

Rachael: Are you implying a possible negotiation sir?

Richard: Actually, were we able to speak with them directly I could probably make them let their guard down, make them think as though we would cooperate before blind siding them. But, these guys are smart, they aren’t giving us any wiggle room, just a demand, a time limit, and consequences should we not follow through. I’m guessing that message came with the necessary information about the bank account they want us to transfer the money to. Any ideas as to where that account leads to?

Rachael: Yes sir. I began searching for it the minute we received the message. It looks like it belongs to a bank owned by Kosmos Industires.

Isaac: Kosmos Industries? Those b***rds better not be behind this.

Richard: Definitely not. If it was Kosmos they wouldn’t be as stupid as to give us a bank account for a bank that they owned. However, knowing Kosmos, they probably won’t give us the kredits back if we just ask them. Handing out the money of their customers will make them look bad.

Isaac: Which means we really only have one option…

Richard: Put all our bets on the Javelin and hope for the best… Okay then, patch us through to the Javelin immediately. I need to inform them about the situation.

 

 

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[In Transit to Minmus]

[CSV Javelin]

[18:00, May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

Ribney: Incoming transmission from Mission Control. Looks like they got something to say to us before we head on our merry way!

Nedtrey: Patch us through Rib.

Ribney: Alrighty!

Richard: Am I speaking with Lieutenant Commander Nedtrey?

Nedtrey: The one and only. Is this the guy from earlier? Here to give me any more information on this ‘possible hostage taking’?

Richard: Actually, this is Richard Kerman, CEO of Concord. But yes, I am here to give you more info on what’s going on.

Nedtrey: W-why, it’s a pleasure to speak with you sir!

Richard: Likewise. Now, since we lost contact with the Longhaul, we have received a message from its captors. Currently their identity is unknown, but our intelligence is working on narrowing down the list of possibilities.

Nelvey: We have intelligence?

Nedtrey: Quiet.

Richard: They’ve made a demand of an incredibly large sum of kredits, and have given us a deadline of three days, or else there going to crash the freighter into Poseidon. The resulting kethane explosion will be enough to destroy the whole colony.

Nedtrey: Dear god…

Richard: Right now they don’t know that you’re coming, which is why you need to turn off your transponder as soon as you reach Minmus. We’re dealing with a highly sophisticated enemy. They were able to get past our sensors and mimic the IFF readings of the Polaris, which means-

Nedtrey: Which means whoever we’re dealing with has in-depth knowledge of Concord IFF systems, meaning they’ll be able to pick up ours as soon as we get in range, ruining our element of surprise.

Richard: Precisely. I knew we hired you for a reason.

Nedtrey: Well now that you have an accurate sit-rep, can you give me rules of engagement?

Richard: At the moment previous rules of engagement still stand. You are not authorized any use of force, deadly or no. One spark and two of our esteemed employees go up in an 8,000,000 kredit cloud of smoke, and that’s just the cost of the kethane alone.

Nedtrey: Hmm, quite the delicate situation.

Richard: Precisely. Remember, we have no idea what these guys are capable of. Proceed with extreme caution. CMC out.

Nelvey: Well, this isn’t good.

Nedtrey: It never is Nelvey. It never is.

 

 

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[Capricorn Station]

[Deck 2]

[18:00 May 10th 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Kencan: Well would you look at this, CMC is finally contacting us again. About damn time.

Lulin: Any word about the Longhaul? I’m starting to get worried sick about those guys.

Kencan: Well jeez, let me answer the call and I’ll tell you. (activates comm) This is Capricorn station, I’m receiving you.

George: Capricorn, I’m going to need to ask you a few questions regarding the CSV Longhaul, is there anyone there that can give me information regarding its silence?

Kencan: Just me. What do you need to know?

George: Are you sure you didn’t detect any crafts slip into the Minmus system in the last little while?

Kencan: Yes, for the millionth time, any and all objects that move through here are pinged on the system, and there is no ping for any vessel during the time you asked about earlier. Hey, is everything alright with those guys?

George: We can’t disclose that information at the moment.

Kencan: Of course you can’t…

George: Are all employees accounted for in Capricorn and on Poseidon?

Kencan: All except the ones you took from us.

George: Okay. We want you to be prepared in case of an emergency. Tell the colonists, as well as the members of your station, to be on alert in the event we would need to relocate you.

Kencan: Relocate?

George: Also, you need to make sure you don’t incite a panic. If there were one, many lives could be put in jeopardy.

Kencan: (sigh) I hear you.

George: We thank you for your cooperation. CMC out.

Annard: What was that about? Sounded serious.

Kencan: Oh, nothing major. It’s just er, uh, some political stuff going on. We may have to relocate for a while.

Annard: Really? I thought Concord’s stake in Minmus was sound.

Kencan: It probably isn’t a big deal. Just a bunch of bureaucrats huffing and puffing over nothing. Look, just tell everyone to pack there things in case we have to move. Don’t want to be caught with our pants down right?

Annard: Yeah, sure. Hey, is everything alright?

Kencan: God I hope so…

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[19:00 May 10th, 135 A.W.]

 

Richard: Is everything set? Are the colonists ready to move as soon as we give them the go ahead?

George: Yes, but it will take at least take at least eight hours hours to move them in the event that happens. Plus, we’ll have to leave at least one person behind. Moving that many colonists to Capricorn will put it at its max capacity.

Richard: That’s fine. In that case we’ll leave Luke Kerman on the surface. He’ll be able to drive the DEMV to a safe location.

Isaac: Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s our course of action? Do we relocate the colonists now?

Richard: No, that would tip them off too quickly. We should begin moving them as soon as the Javelin intercepts the Longhaul. At least then we’ll have some leverage against them.

Isaac: And in the mean time?

Richard: We do everything we can to find out who these people are.  The smallest clue will suffice, as long as we can pin responsibility on someone. And when we do, whoever it is will have a bloody crusade on their hands…

 

(Brimley runs into the control room out of breath)

 

Brimley: (gasp) I came here… (gasp) as soon as I… (gasp) could… (looks at Richard) Oh dear god, what are you doing here?!

Richard: Do I really need to answer that? What are you doing here? You should probably be working on one of our projects.

Brimley: Oh come on, do I really need to answer that?

Richard: Heh, guess not.

Brimley: What’s going on? All I heard was that one of our freighters was captured.

Richard: Hostage taking. Their holding the freighter, the crew, and all of Poseidon for ransom.

Brimley: Damn, that isn’t good. Guess you’ve sicked the Javelin on them by now?

Richard: They’re on route.

Brimley: Well then, what do we do now?

Richard: We play the waiting game. It’ll take at least two days for them to arrive.

Brimley: Well then, may as well pull up a chair. We’ve got a lot of work to do tonight.

 

 

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[2 Days Away From Minmus Capture]

[CSV Javelin]

[1:00, May 11th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: So… Calm before the storm huh?

Nedtrey: You already said that.

Nelvey: Oh. Well I guess that just further proves my point huh?

Nedtrey: Yeah no kidding. Space travel sure has a knack for being painstakingly boring. Brings back horrible memories.

Nelvey: Memories? … Oh yeah, you’ve been a commander before, haven’t you?

Nedtrey: For almost every shady corporation on Kerbin and beyond. Hell, if you didn’t know any better you might mistake me for some kind of mercenary.

Nelvey: But you’re not one?

Nedtrey: Far from it. I get paid way too much to be considered a merc.

Nelvey: Alright then, now I’m curious. What’s the longest trip you’ve been on?

Nedtrey: Jool. Now those are some bad memories; back during the Joolian Blitz. I spent two years in a fancy ship knowing that as soon as I arrived that the s**t would immediately hit the fan, and heads would roll. It was a weird sense of anticipation and anxiety. At times I felt like my whole life was meant for that mission, that I was born to complete it, and then I spent another year and a half going back, with my job complete, my head, miraculously, still on my shoulders, and feeling-

Nelvey: Wait, what happened in between??? Was there a battle? Did people die?

Nedtrey: ‘fraid I can’t disclose any of that information. Can’t sully my reputation of being tight lipped. However, I can tell you that I never went back.

Nelvey: To Jool?

Nedtrey: Yeah. You see, some people think the worst part about all this is the danger, or the politics, or the ominous howl of the infinite blackness. But really, it’s the wait. You wait for what seems like an eternity to do what you think is the most important thing in the world, and when you go home, you can’t help but feel empty, like your life no longer has a purpose. Then you jump on another ship and do the whole damn thing over again.

Nelvey: Man, when you put it that way you make my life of being an astronaut sound horrible.

Nedtrey: Well, guess that depends on your point of view right?

Nelvey: So you have combat experience I’m guessing. Does that mean when we do this thing that we’ll be in good hands?

Nedtrey: It’s like I said. It’s as if I was born for the job.

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[4:00, May 12th, 135 A.W.]

 

Rachael: Sir, I think we may be on to something here…

 

(Richard hobbles over to Rachael)

 

Richard: What is it? Anything on who may be orchestrating this?

Rachael: Well, after cutting through a lot of obstacles, I managed to find more information on that Kosmos Industries bank.

Richard: What about it?

Rachael: Well, I asked about the nature of their transactions, and it seems that the financial division of Kosmos only does business with other space faring corporations.

Richard: You can’t be serious…

Rachael: I’m afraid so sir. Whoever is behind this must do business with that bank, or else they’d never receive their ransom money.

Richard: Which means…

 

(Brenda walks up to Richard)

 

Brenda: Here’s your coffee sir. Going to need it aren’t you?

 

(Brenda walks away)

 

Richard: No kidding…

 

(Brimley puts his hand on Richard’s shoulder)

 

Brimley: Well, I guess this was bound to happen eventually.

Richard: This can’t be… This whole time…?

Brimley: Hey, what are you mumbling about?

Richard: Nothing, just tired I guess…

Brimley: Well then drink up pal, we have a long day ahead of us.

Richard: I won’t get dragged into this…

Brimley: Hm?

Richard: I won’t allow these people to drag me into a war like the rest of them. Alright, listen up you two, share this information with no one. We can’t let people know that this has been linked back to a corporation, understood? I need your devout secrecy on this.

Rachael: I-I… uh, yes sir. I won’t say a word.

 

(Richard looks at Brimley)

 

Brimley: Oh you know me Rich, I won’t talk. But you won’t be able to keep this under wraps forever.

Richard: Maybe not, but I can try for as long as possible.

 

[8:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

Nedtrey: This is Javelin actual to CMC. Just checking in to let you know that all systems are nominal, and that we’re continuing to proceed.

George: Copy that Javelin actual. That’s good to here.

Nedtrey: No doubt. You have a nice day now. Javelin out.

George: Sir, the Javelin is nearing its destination. Only eight hours until they reach Minmus’s SOI.

Richard: Good. (yawn) Feels like I haven’t slept in days.

Brimley: That’s probably because you haven’t slept in days. Which is harmful when you have that concussion by the way.

Richard: Oh stop it, you know I’m not leaving here until this is resolved.

Brimley: I gotta say, your stubbornness is your best and worst quality.

 

(Richard’s phone begins to ring)

 

Richard: Well then, wonder who that could be. (answers) This is Richard Kerman, CEO of Concord research and engineering speaking.

Kyle: Mr. Executive, could you please explain to me what the hell it is you’re doing?!

Richard: I’m trying to save our colony friend, and doing that could be a lot easier without your scrutiny.

Kyle: I had to hear from a third party that you planned on moving the entire inhabitants of Poseidon to Capricorn station! Did you not think to inform me about this in the last TWO DAYS?

Richard: I apologize Mr. Head of Colonization Division, but I saw no reason to inform you, and frankly the less people who know about this situation the better.

Kyle: Well maybe if you DID inform me, than you would know that our habitat modules have bloody rockets on them! Why are you wasting the time and efforts of my colonists when you can just move the modules? Did you not even know they had them? I mean really!

Richard: The habitat modules can be moved…

Kyle: Hello? Are you listening to me?

Richard: I’m going to have to call you back Kyle… (hangs up) They can move themselves…

Brimley: Everything alright? That didn’t sound too good.

Richard: Each habitat module has rockets on them, at any time they can, (eyes start to close) ugh….

Brimley: You need some sleep pal. You’re in no condition to be up and about.

Richard: I uh… just need to…

Brimley: Look, the Javelin will reach Minmus’s SOI in eight hours. I’ll wake you up before then. In the meantime, you need to get some sleep.

Richard: Yeah… Think you’re right.

Brimley: Go on, I’ll take over while you’re gone.

Richard: Yeah… Sure thing friend…

 

(Richard hobbles away)

 

Brimley: That man just doesn’t know when to quit.

 

 

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[2 Hours and 29 Minutes Away From Minmus Periapsis]

[CSV Javelin]

[16:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Nedtrey: Ribney, tell CMC we just entered the SOI.

Ribney: Roger that LC! (activates comms) This is Crewman Apprentice Ribney to Concord Mission Control. We have just slipped into Minmus’s sphere of influence, and the best part is, no one has detected us yet! We’re ready to begin our intercept of the CSV Longhaul.

CMC: We receive you Crewman Apprentice, that’s good to hear. Proceed toward periapsis to make your circularizing burn, then await further instructions.

Ribney: Alrighty! Crewman apprentice, out.

Sarah: Well, looks like this is finally going down huh?

Aaron: You sound like you enjoy what’s happening. Did you forget that our lives are in as much danger as theirs?

Wendy: Well I mean, at least we get to do something right? I can’t tell you how boring an engine system that always works perfectly is.

Ribney: We’ll, you did build it Ensign Wendy.

Wendy: (waves hand) Oh stop Ribney you’re making me blush.

Aaron: Well, as long as we’re prepared, we should make it through this alright.

Wendy: C’mon Aaron, are we or are we not the star crew of the CSV Javelin?

Sarah: Heh, let’s hope we are.

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[16:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

Brimley: Alright, so everything’s set?

George: Yes sir. I even double checked with our assets at Minmus, no one has detected them.

Brimley: And since the CSV Longhaul and the CSV Vega don’t have any external sensors, they shouldn’t be able to see us unless they look out a window.

 

(Richard hobbles into the Control Room)

 

Brimley: Hey! Look who made it to the party.

Richard: You didn’t wake me.

Brimley: I was sure that you’d probably set some alarm for yourself or something.

Richard: Yeah, right.

Brimley: Don’t worry, I didn’t make any calls while you were away, I know better than that. The colony still needs your go ahead to start relocating. Oh yeah, by the way, did you know that the habitat modules-

Richard: Have rockets on them? Actually that was what I wanted to address.

Brimley: What is it?

Richard: Our enemy is smart, talented, sophisticated, and more importantly, they have tons of information about Concord. Remember that ransom they asked for?

Brimley: Quite a hefty sum if I remember.

Richard: Ninety-four million and six-hundred thousand. That’s the combined cost of all the assets we’ve placed on the surface of Minmus. Anyone who checked our financial reports would know that.

Brimley: Wait, what are you trying to say here?

Richard: Most of us clearly forget about that tidbit, hell it’s been years since we landed a colony on Minmus. But there’s no way they couldn’t know.

Brimley: So, if they know Poseidon can move-

Richard: Then Poseidon isn’t their target. It’s a decoy to turn us away from their real target.

Brimley: But what’s their real target?

Richard: Think about it. What is our most valuable, stationary asset at Minmus.

Brimley: Stationary… Dear god!

Richard: That’s right. Their real target, is Capricorn Station.

Brimley: S**t, we need to warn them.

Richard: No. We can’t let the enemy know we’ve gotten wise to them, or else they may attack it right away. Plus we don’t have the resources to move the crew of Capricorn station fast enough.

Brimley: So then, what do we do?

Richard: We put our faith in the Javelin. They’ll need to stop them, or else Concord is finished.

Brimley: That’s a bit grim don’t you think? I mean, worst case scenario, we could always build another station.

Richard: Capricorn is the crown jewel of Concord right now. If it goes up in flames our reputation will be tarnished, and our funding will dry up. It’s the sole reason why their targeting it.

Brimley: Well, what if we give them the money? Now that I think about, I’m sure we can afford it.

Richard: Then we would be cooperating with terrorists, showing our investors that their money isn’t safe in our hands. Damned if we do, damned if we don’t.

Brimley: Damn is the right word. To think we’re actually dealing with this right now.

Richard: People have had to deal with a lot worse, back during Duna and the Jool Crisis. We’re dealing with barely a fraction of what they were faced with.

Brimley: Yeah, I guess so.

 

 

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[227km Above Minmus]

[CSV Javelin]

[18:30, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Man, that was a long burn.

Lando: Hey, I’m tryin to keep it fuel efficient. Nuke thrusters only.

Nedtrey: We are in Minmus Space, we should be fine with just those.

Ribney: In coming transmission LC.

Nedtrey: Patch us through.

Richard: CSV Javelin, it is imperative that you are aware that the true intentions of these terrorists are not as they claim. We have more than enough reason to believe their real target is Capricorn Station. We need you make sure that they do not, under any circumstances blow up that station.

Nedtrey: Well then, things just got a bit more complicated. Do you have rules of engagement for me now sir?

Richard: … The lives of the crew of the Longhaul are a priority, but if they are beyond saving, no matter what, Capricorn comes first. Use of force is authorized.

Nedtrey: Well, that’s all I needed to hear.

Richard: Lieutenant Commander, please, bring everyone back alive.

Nedtrey: You have my word sir. Javlein actual, out.

Lando: That’s awfully confident of ya.

Nedtrey: Don’t worry guys, no one’s dying today. Not on my watch. Lando, bring us to intercept the target. We’re bringing our boys home.

Lando: Aye aye LC.

 

 

 

 

Lando: All systems are a go. Preppin’ for burn… let’s dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[18:30, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

Richard: What’s the status report?

George: The CSV Javelin should intercept the vessel in an hour and a half sir.

Richard: Looks like we’ll just make the time limit.

Brimley: That was quite the order you gave. Are you sure you’ll be able to take responsibility if they have to, well, you know…

Richard: I’m just hoping it doesn’t come to that.

Brimley: And if it does? Then what?

Rachael: Um, sir? You’re going to want to see this…

Richard: What is it? Put it on the main screen.

 

(a news anchor is shown giving a report)

 

News Anchor: Currently it is unknown who these assailants are or what their motives might be, but it is quite apparent that whoever it is clearly has it out for the Concord corporation. Experts say that this may be a clever ploy to mitigate the progress of their current projects to expand their colonies on Minmus and the Mun. Now our sources cannot confirm the current safety of the crew on board the CSV Longhaul, but they ensure us that no matter what, they will be doing their best in order to make sure that they make it home safely. Now we will be here trying to give you updates as…

Richard: Son of a b**ch…

Brimley: I thought we had this on lock down! How did the news get wind of this?

Isaac: Word has been spreading around the company that our freighter was compromised. Someone must have slipped up and told the local press.

Brimley: Well great! Now were on the center stage, and if this goes south then the whole world–actually–the whole damn solar system is going to hear about it!

Richard: If things go south.

George: Well, on the bright side, if things go fine then we’ll be heroes right?

Brimley: If things go fine.

Richard: Let’s not inform the Javelin about this. I don’t want them getting stage fright and screwing up.

Brimley: (sigh) And just like that the stakes are raised again. Damn, I’m going to need one hell of a drink after this.

 

 

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[105km above Minmus]

[CSV Javelin]

[20:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ribney: This is Crewman Apprentice Ribney to CMC, we are six kilometers away from the target with a relative velocity of zero meters. Are there any other orders you’d like to give us?

CMC: Just maintain your distance for now. And make sure that your weapons are primed, things could get ugly.

Ribney: Sure thing. (comm light flashes) Oh, give me a second, there’s someone else on the line. (answers) Hello there! This is the CSV Javelin, nice to-

(unknown): Put on your commanding officer.

Ribney: Oh, sure thing. Sir, there’s someone who would like to speak with you.

Nedtrey: Yes of course there is. Hello? This is Javelin actual. How shall we-

(unknown): So then… looks like they sent you guys after us.

Nedtrey: Damn it, Ribney how did they-

(unknown): Do you honestly think we don’t have zoom optics? We can see you outside our window.

Nedtrey: Hmm. Well then, if that’s the case, I may as well introduce myself. This is Lieutenant Commander Nedtrey of the CSV Javelin, operating under the authority of the Concord Navy. Exactly who is it do I have the displeasure of speaking with right now?

(unknown): Well, for the purpose of this situation, I guess you can call me…Vega.

Nedtrey: Assuming the name of the ship you stole. Aren’t you a card?

Vega: That’s cute talk funny man, but at the end of the day you won’t be the one who’s smiling.

Nedtrey: Ha! Yeah, sure. Say, could you answer me a question?

Vega: Oh? What do you wanna know?

Nedtrey: How much did it cost to get you to throw your life away?

Vega: HAHA! Now that’s funny! C’mon, you really think we don’t know you? Concord would never kill its own employees, or even more so, risk blowing up its precious kethane! We have you by the balls! You really think you’ll be able to intimidate us with those torpedoes of yours? Don’t make me laugh, the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is that you’ve confirmed the transaction.

Nedtrey: Let me get this straight, you think they sent us all the way out here, to intimidate you into letting the hostages go? And apparently I’m the funny man.

Vega: Alright then, how about you take your best shot? But be careful! One little spark and your harmless employees Sidlie and Addo go up in flames.

Nedtrey: (sigh) Well, I’ve had just about enough out of this guy. (hangs up) Ensign Wendy, do you have that UI thingy you were talking about a few days ago? The one that controls the torpedoes?

Wendy: Sure do sir. Want me to put it on your monitor?

Nedtrey: Actually, why don’t you put it on Lieutenant Nelvey’s monitor? He’s been dying to do something the past few weeks.

Nelvey: Wait what? But I don’t know how to operate a torpedo cannon!

Nedtrey: Oh come on, it’s easy. Just point, and shoot.

Nelvey: I don’t know sir…

Nedtrey: Also be sure to aim for our friend Mr. Vega. We don’t want to hit the Longhaul, or things could get pretty nasty…

Nelvey: Um, alright then. No pressure… (Nelvey’s screen lights up) Okay, I have visual on the contact.

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Taking aim… and… FIRE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Woah. That thing just went interplanetary! Oh, uh, missed the target sir.

Nedtrey: That’s alright, you never make your first shot.

Ribney: Sir, incoming transmission.

Nedtrey: Ah, here we go.

Vega: What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you know how close that thing came to us?!

Nedtrey: Alright, you’re obviously very new to this, so I’m going to give you a chance. Surrender now, and I’ll make sure that the cell they put you in is nice and comfy.

Vega: You little-!

Nedtrey: I’ll even make sure you get snacks! What do you prefer, cookies or granola?

Vega: Why- We see right through your stupid game! We’re not surrendering under any circumstances! You got that?

Nedtrey: Oh good, I was lying about the snacks anyhow. (hangs up) Take us closer.

Lando: And how close is close?

Nedtrey: Sixteen-hundred should do it. Get that trigger finger of yours ready Lieutenant.

Nelvey: (smiles) Yes sir!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lando: Alright, ya’ll are in range.

Nedtrey: Hit ‘em again Lieutenant.

Nelvey: Taking aim… Firing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Damn it, missed again.

Nedtrey: It’s alright LT, you just need to focus. Line her up, concentrate, and then let her go. You got this. Besides, third times the charm.

Ribney: Sir, the Vega is on the line. They keep asking for us stop hanging up on them.

Nedtrey: Patch me through.

Vega: You really think those warning shots have us scared? Hah! You must really underestimate us.

Nedtrey: Who said they were warming shots? Lando, bring us closer. Nelvey, keep shooting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: Damn, two more misses.

Nedtrey: Closer Lando…

Vega: Oh come on, do you expect us to believe those were all misses? Who do you take us for?

Nelvey: Hey I’m trying my best over here!

 

 

 

 

 

Nedtrey: Alright, this is it sport. You need to land this shot. I know it sounds cliché, but just believe in yourself, and let the universe do the rest. Line it up, feel the ship as if it we’re a rifle in your arms, take a deep breath, and then give ‘em hell!

Nelvey: Okay. I’ve got this. I’ve got this… (inhales) Three, two, one…

 

 

 

 

 

Nedtrey: That’s a hit!

Vega: Wait, you can’t be serious… What are you doing?!

Nedtrey: Again Nelvey!

Nelvey: AW YEAH! GET SOME!

 

 

 

 

 

Lando: ‘Nother confirmed hit! We’re takin’ names tonight!

Nedtrey: Wendy, give me an update, how’s the enemy’s structure holding?

Wendy: It’s failing sir! One more hit should do them in!

Nedtrey: Alright LT, rock these b***rds’s world.

Nelvey: Aye aye. Get ready! Aim! FIRE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelvey: YES! WE GOT EM!

Lando: Now that’s what I’m talkin about!

Nedtrey: Call me a funny man will you? Who’s funny now?

 

 

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[100km Above Minmus]

[CSV Longhaul]

[20:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

(terrorist 1 points gun as Sidlie and Addo)

 

Terrorist 1: You two stay put understand?!

Terrorist 2: Sir, I don’t think this hull can take any more stress! One more shot and were finished!

Vega: Did you forget our orders you idiot? We hold out no matter what. Besides, these pansies won’t-

Terrorist 2: Oh god… SIR! INCOM-!

 

(BOOM)

 

 

 

 

(the ship starts spinning, causing the terrorists to drop their weapons)

 

Sidlie: ADDO! NOW!

 

(Sidlie and Addo wrestle away the three guns)

 

Addo: Alright b***rds! (points gun) Hands above your damn head!

 

 

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[100km Above Minmus]

[CSV Javelin]

[20:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Lando: Now that’s a pretty sight.

Nedtrey: Ribney, we lost transmission with them after that last hit. Try and patch us back through.

Ribney: Aye aye sir!

Nedtrey: This is Javelin actual to CSV Longhaul, do you read us Longhaul?

(unknown): ……th…….is……..SV……..onghau…………….in…….Javelin……

Nedtrey: Damn it Rib, get rid of this interference!

(unknown): ………I……...peat…………..this is Sidlie of the CSV Longhaul. Do you read us Javelin?

Nedtrey: Oh man, great to finally here another friendly voice.

Sidlie: Same here! We managed to get the weapons away from those terrorists after that last hit to the hull distracted them. We locked them back up in the Vega’s cockpit. You’re free to pick them up anytime.

Nedtrey: First bit of good news I’ve heard all day. Undock the capsule and distance yourself from that wreckage, we’ll pick ‘em up.

Sidlie: Sure thing Javelin actual. Longhaul out.

Nelvey: Wow. So, we’re done?

Nedtrey: Yup. We’re done. Lando, dock us with that capsule. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lando: We got the package LC.

Nedtrey: Wonderful. Lando, take us home.

Lando: Yes sir!

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[20:00, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

Rachael: Sir, we just received word! The Javelin has completed its mission, the terrorists have been captured!

 

(cheers throughout the room)

 

Brimley: HELL YES!

Richard: Goddamn, it’s finally over.

 

(Isaac pats Richard on the back)

 

Isaac: Outstanding work sir, we couldn’t have done this without you.

Richard: Thank you Isaac. I’ll try not to steal your control room from you next time.

Isaac: Haha, you’re welcome anytime sir.

Brimley: Jeez, what a night! Alright then, now, about that drink I was talking about earlier…

 

 

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[In Transit To Kerbin]

[CSV Javelin]

[20:30, May 13th, 135 A.W.]

 

Wendy: You know what? I’m actually kind of surprised we were able to pull that off.

Aaron: Really now?

Wendy: I mean, this is such a new ship, and we weren’t expecting to see any combat either.

Sarah: To be fair, the guys in the cockpit did all the work. We just sort of sat back and did nothing.

Ribney: Come on now Sarah, that’s no way to value your hard work on this ship. Besides, we provided moral support!

Sarah: Haha, yeah, I guess so.

Aaron: We’ll at least no one was hurt. Now that’s surprising.

Wendy: Oh don’t be so grim Aaron. We had our first successful mission today! That’s a reason to celebrate.

Ribney: I agree. Here’s to many more successful missions to come!

Wendy: You said it.

Sarah: I could drink to that.

Aaron: Ah yes, to the Javelin. May it sail for an eternity…

 

 

 

 

 

Edited December 28, 2017 by HippieGold

[Itsdavyjones]

great chapters (had to read the last two), and nice to hear its still up and running.

[Orbiter]

Your Alive!!! I am glad to see that you are active again in writing these stories. I wonder what they're up to...

[The Error]

Excellent chapter! Will wait with much anticipation for next one.

[19spacepug]

This is A awesome story. I love the attack ships so awesome!

[HippieGold]

LOG 11

 

Spoiler

 

LOG 11 - COLONIZATION - PART 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Concord Head Quarters]

[Board Room 1]

[9:00, May 14th, 135 A.W.]

 

Sophia: So, you then proceeded to negotiate a surrender with the terrorists, which—and who saw this coming?—went absolutely nowhere. Was it at this point that you decided fire upon the Vega? While it was still attached to the highly flammable kethane freighter?

Nedtrey: *sigh* Yes. In order to keep the enemy suppressed, we fired several volleys at them whilst closing our distance. A tactic that is engineered to keep the enemy from moving.

Sophia: Moving? The target was stationary in the first place.

Nedtrey: Yes, but at any moment the Longhaul could have undocked from the Vega and went to intercept Capricorn Station. And as I stated earlier, my orders were strictly to make sure that didn’t happen, at all costs.

Sophia: (frowns) Anyways, you then proceeded to destroy the CSV Vega’s main fuel tank, once again endangering the Longhaul’s safety.

Nedtrey: Yes. However, this then gave an opportunity to the Longhaul’s crew to overpower their captors and save the day. Just as I planned…

Sophia: (slams fist on desk) The hell you did! My god Nedtrey, if the whole damn world wasn’t praising you people as heroes I’d have your ship grounded for a month!

Nedtrey: Ma’am, please, I sincerely apologize for risking the lives of my fellow employees, but I was merely fulfilling my orders to the best of my ability. The CEO pleaded with me that I make sure that everyone would make it out alive—a request I fulfilled mind you. It may be hard to believe, but I really did know what I was doing; their lives were not as endangered as you think they were.

Sophia: He… He really said that?

Nedtrey: Um, yeah. That guy can be pretty dramatic sometimes.

Sophia: *sigh* Well then. Thank you, for your cooperation, I guess. I’m going to expect a full written report by tomorrow morning.

Nedtrey: I’ll get right on it ma’am. Javelin actual, out

 

(Brimley walks into the board room)

 

Sophia: You’ve got to be kidding me…

Brimley: What? I’m here.

Sophia: You’re late.

Brimley: No I’m not. Debriefing begins at nine.

Sophia: No, debriefing begins at eight. You’re an HOUR late, Lieutenant Commander Nedtrey just finished giving me his oral report.

Brimley: Oh, well then, guess I’ll be leaving.

 

(Brimley turns toward the door)

 

Sophia: Sit down damn it!

Brimley: Okay then, guess I’m sitting down. (sits)

Sophia: *sigh* We need to discuss the expenses of this operation.

Brimley: Expenses?

Sophia: Yes. You really don’t think that all that didn’t cost us anything do you?

Brimley: I guess you have a point. Lay it on me.

Sophia: Well, first off, five expended “Hermes” standard issue torpedoes, each costing us around eighty kredits. Monopropellant and rocket fuel expense, costing us close to two-thousand kredits. There’s the post-traumatic-event package we had to give Sidlie and Addo for their trouble, each costing us eight-thousand kredits. And lastly, though the CSV Vega was decommissioned, meaning its destruction didn’t cost us anything, cleaning up the debris field left behind will end up costing us…twelve-thousand kredits. So that adds up to about, thirty-thousand six-hundred and forty kredits.

Brimley: (whistles) Quite a bit for something that ended up being a whole lot of nothing.

Sophia: I wouldn’t call it “a whole lot of nothing”. This very well could be the start of some…unpleasant times, for the Concord corporation.

Brimley: What, you think this may only be the beginning?

Sophia: Let’s hope I’m wrong.

Brimley: By the way, I know the press is making us look good—hell we may even end up being flavour of the week—but how did the investors respond to this kerfuffle?

Sophia: Surprisingly are stocks have actually gone up. Half because Concord looks like it can actually handle itself now, and half because we announced that we’ll be guarding our defenseless assets with armed escorts from now on.

Brimley: Seriously? This is my first time hearing this.

Sophia: Which reminds me, Richard went back to being out of commission, so I don’t think he had time to tell you, but we’ll be needing a new variant of the Renatus soon, as well as some new frigate warships.

Brimley: Wait, a new variant? What’s wrong with the current model?

Sophia: Well, after quite a few tests, it seems as though the current Renatus II class destroyer is a bit too good. Not only is it expensive to replicate, but its dense armour makes it less maneuverable, and frankly, the whole point of destroyers are that they’re supposed to be expendable so that they can divert away attention from larger ships. The Renatus II is built like a tank, it behaves more like a cruiser than a destroyer.

Brimley: I see. So you want something cheap, maneuverable, and with a lot of fire power?

Sophia: I’m no spacecraft engineer. I’m sure they’ll be more detailed instructions for you when you officially receive the project, I’m just letting you know in advance.

Brimley: Gotchya.

Sophia: *sigh* Look, maybe we can do this later. I have six different interviews to attend all over the country.

Brimley: Of course. (smiles) I won’t keep you.

 

(Sophia makes her way to the door)

 

Sophia: Take care Brimley.

 

 

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[Concord Headquarters]

[Colonization Division Research Lab]

[12:00, May 16th, 135 A.W.]

 

Kyle: …why yes sir, they are technically speaking ready to be deployed, but there are still a whole lot of tests we have to do with the vehicles. Not to mention the optimization we still need to do on the-

Oscar: Listen, plans have changed. The new habitat modules and the colony buildings need to be launched by the end of the WEEK. No exceptions understand? This comes straight from the top.

Kyle: The top? Why is the CEO speeding up development on such short notice?

Oscar: I’m afraid it doesn’t matter to you. Your job is to follow orders not question them, understood?

Kyle: But sir-

Oscar: No buts. Get it done. (hangs up)

Oswald: Wait, what’s going on? Why do we need to go through with the operation so quickly?

Kyle: He wouldn’t say, but something tells me it has something to with that hijacking that just happened.

Oswald: Hmmmm... Wouldn’t that make them want to slow down development instead of speed it up? You know, maybe add a few more fail-safes to our assets in case something like that happens again?

Kyle: Apparently not. Then again, the security spending has gone up recently…

Oswald: Well, I guess I’ll tell the team about what’s going on. We’ll probably be able to ship out everything in three days, Give or take a day or so.

Kyle: Well then, guess that means I’m not getting fired.

Oswald: Oh come on sir, you know we’ve always got your back.

Kyle: Haha, I guess so.

Oswald: We won’t let you down sir, we’ll have our new colonies up and running before you know it.

 

 

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[Concord Headquarters]

[Astronaut Barracks]

[16:00, May 22nd, 135 A.W.]

 

Oscar: I am sure you all understand why you are here. It’s because this corporation has selected you to be its first line of defense against those who try to tarnish our good name! Pirate scum, terrorists, and worst of all, the other space faring corporations who, at any time, could decide to slide their dirty knives into our backs! And when these forces attempt to injure our great spirit, you will be there! There to greet them with a smile and a cocked gun! And they will know fear when you do! Now tell me, what are the names of my crew of guardians?

Lysander: Sir! Lieutenant Lysander of Azentine sir!

Tyler: Sir! 2nd lieutenant Tyler of Aprico sir!

Lylin: Sir! Ensign Lylin of Gregoria sir!

Francis: Sir! Ensign Francis of the Allied Nations of Kerbin sir!

Erwin: Sir! Crewman apprentice Erwin of Arcadia sir!

Maxwell: Sir! Crewman apprentice Maxwell of Arcadia sir!

Macayla: SIR! MACAYLA OF—I mean—CREWMAN APPRENTICE MACAYLA OF GREGORIA SIR!

Oscar: *sigh*. Given your deeds throughout your tour of duty, these names will either be honored for generations to come, or detested, and fall into the inescapable abyss of infamy. But that doesn’t matter to you. What matters is, when you die, your names will be remembered forever! Now, dismissed!

Crew: SIR YES SIR!

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Launch Pad]

[22:00, May 22nd, 135 A.W.]

 

 

PA: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE. LIFT OFF.

 

 

 

 

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[Five Minutes Away From Kerbin Periapsis]

[CSV Javelin]

[22:00, May 16th, 135 A.W.]

 

Lando: Three minutes ‘til we hit atmosphere guys.

Nelvey: So, on a scale from one to ten, how good do you think we did on this mission?

Nedtrey: Hm, I’d say about a seven.

Nelvey: What? Only a seven?

Nedtrey: Hey, seven is above average. Besides, we were up against an enemy that was unarmed, unarmoured, and immobile. We we’re practically shooting at fish in a barrel, and even then you missed several times!

Nelvey: Well, hey now, I did my best…

Nedtrey: Seven is a good rating. Maybe in the future we’ll do better.

Nelvey: I don’t know. If a rating higher than a seven requires missions more stressful than that, I’m not sure I want to know what an eight is.

 

******

 

Wendy: So Sarah… What exactly did you do on the Guardian of Fire?

Sarah: Personally, or in general?

Ribney: (smiles) How about both?

Sarah: Well, I mainly made sure the ships engines didn’t blow out with every burn it made. They were a bit too powerful for their own good.

Aaron: Well, what about in general?

Sarah: Scare tactics to keep the local corporations in check, handling the occasional dispute between corps, and if we were lucky, a pirate ship feeling a bit too brave than it should.

Wendy: Hm, sounds boring. You've never left the Kerbin system?

Sarah: Hah, not with the treaty in place no, and I've never flown with a corporation before now.

Wendy: So this'll be your first time too huh?

Sarah: Yep, (smiles) at least we'll be experiencing it together yeah?

 

 

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[Launchpad]

[CPGB3A – Concord Colony Building “Demeter”]

[16:00, May 19th, 135 A.W.]

 

Gregly: This is Pilot Gregly. All systems across the board are green. Engine systems are ready to fire, we’re waiting for your go control.

CMC: Copy that Pilot. We’re starting the countdown. Godspeed Demeter.

PA: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE. LIFTOFF.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Concord Mission Control]

[Control Room]

[16:00, May 19th, 135 A.W.]

 

Oswald: Well you see sir, the CPGB3A is a delicate creature. We just figure that if it can land on the Mun, it can land pretty much anywhere, which is why we’re sending it there first.

Oscar: Alright, just as long as you know what you’re doing.

Oswald: I do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my team needs me. (hangs up) How are they doing?

Sidfel: Well, they just reached LKO. They’re about to make the calculations for the injection burn.

Oswald: Alright good. Just make sure everything runs smoothly.

Sidfel: Gotchya sir.

 

 

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[75km Above Kerbin]

[CPGB3A – Concord Colony Building “Demeter”]

[16:00, May 19th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Chadden: That look good to you Greg?

Gregly: I’d say so. Should bring us at a periapsis of one-hundred k.

Chadden: Alright, Bartdrin, get ready to make the burn.

Bartdrin: Understood.

 

 

 

 

Bartdrin: Oh crap. That isn’t good.

Gregly: Wait, what is it? What happened?!

Bartdrin: The burn lasted a bit too long.

Chadden: It lasted too long, or you held the throttle for too long?

Bartdrin: Er… Anyway, our new periapsis is… Oh wow, ten kilometers.

Gregly: That isn’t good. We’ll have to make a course correction once we make it to the Mun’s SOI.

Chadden: Well, it could be worse right?

Gregly: *sigh* Do me a favor, don’t say that.

 

 

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[400km Above Kerbin]

[CSV Javelin]

[3:00, May 17th, 135 A.W.]

 

 

 

 

Nedtrey: I’m sorry HQ, could you come again? There must be some interference on the line, because there’s NO WAY I could be hearing you right.

Ribney: Sir, if you want I could-

Nedtrey: Shut it Ribney.

Brimley: *sigh* We need to make adjustments to the CSV Javelin. The whole Renatus class is being upgraded. It turns out that operation damsel gave us a lot of data on the Reantus’s capabilities, or really the extent of them. It just doesn’t fill the role we wanted it to fill when we built it in the first place.

Nedtrey: I strongly disagree. This ship has proven to be more then capable. Out of all the ships I’ve ever served upon, this is one of the most deadly builds I’ve ever seen. It has armor thick enough to last against sustained fire, it’s weapon capabilities allow for.

Brimley: Now now hang on. I’m not saying it isn’t a fine ship. I would know, I helped build it. It's just well, in hindsight, it’s more of a heavy destroyer than a regular one.

Nedtrey: Then re-designate it, change the ship class, I don’t care, just don’t defile my ship!

Brimley: Look, it’ll still be the same ship, we’re just taking it a part and putting it back together. No big deal.

Nedtrey: Ugh, I suppose I really don’t have a choice do I?

Brimley: That’s the spirit! Rendezvous with dry dock amber tomorrow. We’ll transfer you over to Orion station while the Javelin is being rebuilt. Well talk later. (hangs up)

Nedtrey: *sigh*

Nelvey: I don’t know why you’re complaining. I actually wouldn’t mind a renovation.

Lando: Yeah. Thing’s a b***h to move around.

Nedtrey: It’s just that, it’s unlucky.

Nelvey: Haha, wow, really? I didn’t take you for the superstitious type.

Nedtrey: Look, I just, don’t like it okay?

Nelvey: Hey, look on the bright side, maybe they’ll get us comfier seats.

 

 

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[120km Above The Mun]

[CPGB3A – Concord Colony Building “Demeter”]

[19:00, May 19th, 135 A.W.]

 

Gregly: Alright, we actually managed to make it to orbit without any problems.

Bartdrin: Told you we’d be fine.

Chaddin: Come on, let’s not celebrate before we land.

Bartdrin: Oh, right. I’m making the deorbit burn now.

Chaddin: Ahem, aren’t you just using the landing autopilot?

Bartdrin: Come on, at least let me feel a little important.

 

 

 

 

Bartdrin: Okay, ready to make braking burn in three, two, one.

 

 

 

 

Bartdrin: ….one.

Bartdrin: Uh oh…

CPGB3A: WARNING. TOO LITTLE THRUST TO LAND. CRASH IS IMMINENT.

Gregly: Bartdrin, why is it saying that? WHY IS IT SAYING THAT?!

Bartdrin: I don’t know! The autopilot just cut out on me! We should have enough thrust!

CPGB3A: WARNING, TOUCHDOWN IN EIGHTY-THREE SECONDS. PLEASE PULL UP, PLEASE PULL UP. WARNING, TOO LITTLE THRUST TO LAND, CRASH IS IMMINENT. PREPARE FOR UNPLANNED RAPID DISASSEMBLY.

Chaddin: Crap! What do we do?!

Gregly: Bartdrin, turn that damn thing off! Separate our main booster and get ready to do a manual breaking!

Bartdrin: Are you sure?

Gregly: YES I’M SURE!

Bartdrin: Alright.

CPGB3A: WARNING, WARNING, WARNI-

Bartdrin: There. Jeez that thing was giving me a head ache.

Gregly: BARTDRIN!

Bartdrin:Okay, okay! Alright let’s do this. Separating, in three, two, one!

 

(ship begins shaking)

 

Gregly: GAH! WHAT’S GOING ON?!

Bartdrin: CRAP, WE’RE SPINNING!

 

 

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[CLASSIFIED LOCATION]

[██:██, May ██, 135 A.W.]

 

Richard: *People, I don’t think my calling of this meeting on such short notice needs any explanation.*

Sophia: =You’re telling me…=

Reaves: So we're assuming the worst?

Richard: We aren't assuming anything, that Kosmos Industries bank that the terrorists wanted us to send the money to only does business with space faring corporations.

Boris: It could have been a misdirection. I mean, Capricorn station was their target to begin with wasn't it?

Richard: Then who else has the motivation to do such a thing?

Gregory: He's right, I've seen this sort of thing before. Subversive attacks are an SFC's specialty.

Sophia: But how do we counter an unknown enemy?

Gregory: We can't. Not until we track them down, or until they come out of the shadows.

Richard: And by then it could already be too late.

Boris: So what, we just sit around and do nothing?

Richard: Its the only move we can make now

 

(Richard turns to Gregory)

 

Richard: Do you have anymore pieces advice to give?

Gregory: Only one. Prepare for war.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited December 31, 2017 by HippieGold

[Itsdavyjones]

not a bad chapter, and a war it seems.

[sal_vager]

Congrats on making Fanworks forum thread of the month of December HippyGold

[HippieGold]

Congrats on making Fanworks forum thread of the month of December HippyGold

Wow, thanks! I'm glad I chose today to start cleaning up the earlier chapters. This is a pretty big honor.

[Itsdavyjones]

congrats on thread of the month.

[123nick]

cant wait for the next log. hows progress on the next log ?

[Orbiter]

Congrats on the recognition! One question on the Demeter at launch though. The explosion in the booster stack wasn't part of the design parameters, was it? Or was it sabotage...

[The Error]

Nicely done, TotM.

Newest chapter is eeeexcellent.

[HippieGold]

Congrats on the recognition! One question on the Demeter at launch though. The explosion in the booster stack wasn't part of the design parameters, was it? Or was it sabotage...

Those are just the stability enhancers exploding. Or are they....?

cant wait for the next log. hows progress on the next log ?

It's about half-way done. There's a lot of stuff I need to shove into it, so it may take a while. But soon.......... Great things are coming

congrats on thread of the month.

Nicely done, TotM.

Newest chapter is eeeexcellent.

Thanks for the support . Stuff like this pushes me to keep writing.