((Let me know if I do something that doesn't work! lol))

Doctor Quinton Delaney stepped onboard the ship, looking around as he walked down the hallway. He was eager to look around and get to know the crew. First things first, though. He found his quarters and tossed his bags down on the bed, then left to find the medical bay.

The halls were fairly empty, he noticed. More people would be arriving within the next few days. He made sure to say hello to the people he did see. Quin liked to get to know a crew before they were his patients. Finding the medical bay, he went in and looked over the equipment. He smiled. It would be good working here.

Sunny Shook her blond curly hair, and checked the fit of the white dress she wore once again. Despite being the ships AI she did have feelings, and wanted to look nice for the arrival of the crew. Once she was sure everything was in place she left her room. The Captain was her priority now, and he was already in his quarters according to the onboard map. She rounded the corner and stopped in front of his door, then knocked.

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Sandecker got the reply and leaned back in his chair, wondering why the message was so...cryptic and impersonal. Usually, his fellow Admiral was a little more friendly. However, the explination could be possible, so Sandecker was willing to give Admiral Kohoku a day before attempting to contact him again.

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Gray was in the process of putting away his clothes, uniforms mostly, when he heard the knock on the door. "Come in," he said without pausing.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Sunny placed her hand against the panel identifying herself, and the door slid open allowing her to enter. "Captain Gray, I am Sunlight welcome to the Crimson Sunrise. You may call me Sunny."

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OOC: I'll get the bios up for you tomorrow, but I want to get this going.

IC: David turned and saluted Sunny. Even though she had no real rank, most High Guard captains treated them like equals. "Thank you. You look nice." He then moved on to business, "Whats the status on the crew and supplies?"

OOC: You can make up the information for that; just not too far along, please.

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IC: John Shepard rolled his shoulders as he stepped off the shuttle that had brought him to the Crimson Sunrise. This was his first time serving on a Glorious Heritage class heavy cruiser, and he was intrested to see what it would be like. He had served on DSA (Deep Stand-off Attack) Is and IIs, and most other ship types in the High Guard fleet, but never on one like this.

Shouldering his luggage, John made his way to his quarter; a two bunk room that he shared with his commanding officer, a Nietzschean named Fenris. He tossed his bag on the bunk that didn't currently have a bag on it, sat down on the edge of the same bunk, and began to unpack.

***

Charlemagne Anasazi, Alpha of the Draco-Kazov pride, opened a line to the Scorpio, "The operation went off without a hitch." It was a statement, not a question, as Charlemagne would accept nothing less than perfection from his subordinates.

(He waits for a reply from Thaniel here, but I'm going to put his next comment too to make things go faster.)

"Take the Scorpio and go the the Acheron planet in the Argos Rho system and meet up with your Nietzschean task force. Your new crew will also be waiting there. Further instructions will be given once you arrive at Acheron," Charlemagne terminated the connection.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

The last of the remaining task force disintegrated in a flash of fire and dust as it received a full broadside of anti-proton cannons. Thaniel watched the defeat with a grin and then turned to his communication monitor and said, "Send this report to Sandecker. We have been attacked by a Magog raid which has destroyed almost our entire task force. We have suffered massive causalities including the death of Admiral Kohoku. We fear that the Magogs are massing in the Hagilan system. We request that you send reinforcements to that area." Just as he finished his dictation, the communication monitor said, "Sir, we have a message from the Alpha. He requests that you go to the Acheron planet in the Argos Rios system and meet up with a Nietzschean task force and a replacement crew."

Thaniel nodded and ordered, "Prepare to approach the Acheron planet."

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I was cured all right.

"Thank you. The crew is arriving steadily, and the only delay in the supplys is a minor shuttle malfunction with no damage to the cargo." Sunny reported.

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David nodded, "Thank you. Tell me if there are any other delays or urgent messages, would you please?"

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OOC: Finally the bio. I decided not to post the bio for the Draco-Kazov Alpha so he remains a mystery.

Name: John Shepard
Race: Completely pure human
Age: 38
Position: Lancer second in command
Rank: LO5 (Lieutenant Colonel)
Affiliations: Lancer Corp, 101st Regiment
Weapons: His hip holsters for Force Lances have been modified by John to hold 2 ‘Lances on each hip (1 in front of the other, both still touching his leg), and these he always wears. He has a tri-bladed knife hidden in the inner right forearm plate of his armour. His armour’s gauntlets are crushgauntlets; illegal items that grip with bone-crushing force when John grips. He only wears those when on duty and originally got them to help combat Magog in hand-to-hand as they are so much stronger than normal humans.
Physical Features: Shepard is of average height, around 5’10”. He has red-orange eyes and close-cropped blonde hair. His face has high, angular cheekbones and an aquiline nose.
Biography: John Shepard’s rise in the Lancer ranks was quick; his ability to do whatever it took to survive and complete his mission impressed the Lancer brass. But his inability to take orders got him busted down multiple ranks. However, he always manages to climb back up in ranks because of his efficiency.

IC: After stowing his gear, Shepard walked out of his shared quarters and into the hallway. Not looking where he was going, he bumbed into a man, a doctor by the looks of him, who fell to the floor. "Sorry 'bout that," John said as he helped the man back up to his feet.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Quin smiled. "Not a problem." He introduced himself. "I'm Quinton Delaney, the doctor on board. Feel free to call me Quin, though."

"Yes Captain." Sunny said. "Is there anything else you would like me to do captain?" She asked watching him.

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"No, that will be all," Gray saluted Sunny. "Dismissed."

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"Shepard," John replied to the doctor. "Lancer Officer, so you may be seeing more of me." He looked past to see his CO walking down the corridor towards him. A Nietzschean, he thought, intresting.

***

Sandecker recieved the report. Something was amiss, though. He sent out two messages; one telling a ship to investigate the Hagilan system, the other to investigate the Scorpio's last know postion. It was a little too convinent that the Magog had 'attacked' just when the task force's comunications were down. There was something else going on here, Sandecker could feel it.

OOC: Okay, soon we will actually get to the more action-filled parts. So, be ready please.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Quin grinned at Shepard's remark. "Aye, I just might." He turned to see what Shepard was looking at- a Nietzschean coming down the corridor.

"Yes Sir." Sunny siad before turning and walking out of the room. She had no desire to return to her room as of yet so she simply picked a hall and walked down it.

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OOC: Unless we have a big spurt of posting between characters, I'm going to jump this RPG ahead 1 to 2 days to get it going again tomorrow.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

OOC. Go for it

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OOC: Sorry, but I'll make the post over again tomorrow. Wrote it up and then was going to copy it to spell check, but instead of copying I pasted 'Nietzschean' over the entire thing and this doesn't have an undo button. So I'll do it again tomorrow.

_________________
Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.