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After setting up the holo-projector and computers a flickering image of the planet appears, slowly becoming more and more solid as an image.
“alright everyone take your seats. We have a lot to get through.” Say a tall thin man in the robes of ComStar. “I’m Jacob Riley, I’ll spare you the normal introductions given by my order, suffice it to say I am a specialist in computer hardware and software engineering. A few of you may remember I transferred here from the inner sphere seven years ago. While not my specialty, information recovery and forensics is something I have become quite adept at since coming to Urilon.”
He looks across the room and motions to a fat balding man who is sitting with the rest of UPDF contingent, “Engineer Badot, would please present your findings?”
The man waddles to the holoprojector, “Uhhhh thank you Mr Riley.” He coughs and seems to shuffle nervously at first, “Mr Riley and I were the ones tasked with looking over the crashed ships sensory logs, computer banks, and audio and visual recordings. And thanks to some excellent work by Mr Riley and the technology ConStar has at its disposal we were able to cross reference my findings through accessing the planetary satellite defense grids visual controls.”
A very short blurry projection plays on repeat.
“This is what I found at first it’s hard to tell what it is but through much discussion we hypothesized this video from the crashed dropship shows another coming extremely close to the our crashed ship.”
A highlighted section of video plays, it’s exactly the same video on it seems that the blur they suspect being another ship is lit up.
The man coughs again, “thanks to Mr Riley and ComStar we were able to access this video which is much longer and coming from the satellite defense grid.”
A new video begins to play, this one is clearer though it does seem the camera lens is dirty, but it’s clear as day the Union Class drop ship is coming into view, as it gets closer and closer a second ship becomes visible, looking as though it’s is trying to hide behind the other. As they both close in on the defense grid camera, the other ship, one both of you would recognize as a leopard class drop ship, takes off, almost sideswiping the larger dropship and then speeding off coming extremely close to another satellite, which fires some lasers at it, and striking at least once. However still in view is the main ship moving out of its flight path and and the very satellite, the video was recorded from, firing a missile and striking the ship, causing the rest of the events everyone is familiar with.
He coughs again, “It seems ladies and gentlemen we have an unknown on the planet.” He looks around the room as if he pausing for dramatic effect. “As we can see in the video there are no identifying markings or insignias upon this smaller ship. We however do suspect pirates.” Again he pauses, possibly for effect. “The crashed ships sensor logs do record the second, as an immediate dangerous object, right before the change of course and subsequent attack coming from the planetary defense grid. Thank you.”
The man leaves the videos playing on repeat and begins to waddle back to his seat.
(More to come)
“alright everyone take your seats. We have a lot to get through.” Say a tall thin man in the robes of ComStar. “I’m Jacob Riley, I’ll spare you the normal introductions given by my order, suffice it to say I am a specialist in computer hardware and software engineering. A few of you may remember I transferred here from the inner sphere seven years ago. While not my specialty, information recovery and forensics is something I have become quite adept at since coming to Urilon.”
He looks across the room and motions to a fat balding man who is sitting with the rest of UPDF contingent, “Engineer Badot, would please present your findings?”
The man waddles to the holoprojector, “Uhhhh thank you Mr Riley.” He coughs and seems to shuffle nervously at first, “Mr Riley and I were the ones tasked with looking over the crashed ships sensory logs, computer banks, and audio and visual recordings. And thanks to some excellent work by Mr Riley and the technology ConStar has at its disposal we were able to cross reference my findings through accessing the planetary satellite defense grids visual controls.”
A very short blurry projection plays on repeat.
“This is what I found at first it’s hard to tell what it is but through much discussion we hypothesized this video from the crashed dropship shows another coming extremely close to the our crashed ship.”
A highlighted section of video plays, it’s exactly the same video on it seems that the blur they suspect being another ship is lit up.
The man coughs again, “thanks to Mr Riley and ComStar we were able to access this video which is much longer and coming from the satellite defense grid.”
A new video begins to play, this one is clearer though it does seem the camera lens is dirty, but it’s clear as day the Union Class drop ship is coming into view, as it gets closer and closer a second ship becomes visible, looking as though it’s is trying to hide behind the other. As they both close in on the defense grid camera, the other ship, one both of you would recognize as a leopard class drop ship, takes off, almost sideswiping the larger dropship and then speeding off coming extremely close to another satellite, which fires some lasers at it, and striking at least once. However still in view is the main ship moving out of its flight path and and the very satellite, the video was recorded from, firing a missile and striking the ship, causing the rest of the events everyone is familiar with.
He coughs again, “It seems ladies and gentlemen we have an unknown on the planet.” He looks around the room as if he pausing for dramatic effect. “As we can see in the video there are no identifying markings or insignias upon this smaller ship. We however do suspect pirates.” Again he pauses, possibly for effect. “The crashed ships sensor logs do record the second, as an immediate dangerous object, right before the change of course and subsequent attack coming from the planetary defense grid. Thank you.”
The man leaves the videos playing on repeat and begins to waddle back to his seat.
(More to come)
