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GAIA Stellar Dreadnought - 'Themistocles'
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This is my working draft of chapter one - When the War Began... (98 studs long)
About this creation
It was barley an audible whisper...

Star Captain Leonidis Stone fixed his comms-officer an inquisitive stare.
‘A.O.K on the comm-link sir,’ explained Lieutenant Joan Walsh, ‘whoever just hailed was simply out of breath?’
Leonidis stared about his command bridge as though searching for competence. The starkness of the black granite surfaces and the well disguised comfort of the navy blue velvet upholsteries however, offered precious little chance for reflection. The massive chamber was a place of darkness, broken only by the bluish lights of instrument panels and holographic monitors. It felt like space itself, if comfortably warm.

‘Any other inbound communiqué?’ inquired the captain.
Joan studied her holo-screen. Fingering into prominence the required wave display, she followed standard procedure by first studying the resonance / time graph relative to the period in which the communiqué was received; a simple task considering she was aboard a Stellar Dreadnought.
On-board super-computers chronologically stored all communiqué transmitted and received to the extent that as communications officer, Joan could if necessary, recall the entire communicative history of the six hundred and seventy seven year old vessel.
Studying the just received communiqué, Joan was satisfied with the integrity of the comm. link. The universal transponder signature of a fuzzy line uniformly interrupted by a pulse every ten milliseconds Standard Earth Time verified authenticity. Joan’s heart skipped a beat a short moment later.
The fuzzy line ran exactly 1.467 seconds before spiking into bold life. The visual display of an increase in energy was expected, it signified the power used to carry the message. What had Joan reaching for the wooden crucifix about her neck was what happened at 3.666 seconds, when the message was lost.
‘What’s wrong Joan?’ Captain Stone asked.

How like a man Joan wondered? Due to the obsolete lay out of the command bridge, the view afforded the captain’s chair provided a profile view of the comm. officer at best.
Though to address her captain all Joan needed was turn her head, she could not simultaneously face him and her holo-screen – no such problem on a modern destroyer! So why was it Joan wondered, that her captain could read her current distress so accurately, and yet remain oblivious to her amorous feelings towards him?

‘Sir,’ she began tentatively, swivelling in her deep chair so as to face her superior, ‘please bear with me. Long range particle-resonance communications were only perfected towards the end of the Galactic War as you probably well know. During the Second Galaxy War, comm. officers began to notice frequently occurring spikes in there particle-resonance wave display histories. Eventually, Tau Ceti comm. officer Yuri Salenko solved the enigma.’
Captain Stone smiled despite himself. Though perhaps expedience would be a trait far better suited to a bridge officer than enthusiasm, he could not help but fall prey to lieutenant Walsh’s infectious nature. She seemed so genuinely excited with her station and would feverishly discuss the topic of communications with anyone polite enough to listen.

Captain Stone almost broke out into laughter at the sudden memory of Joan’s private book collection. A nostalgic at heart, she kept actual paper and ink copies of her favourite publications. The pride of her collection, as she had so poignantly announced to him during an awkward dinner date, was a 1300 page hard bound text called Communications: from Cave Women to Split Particle Resonance Chambers.
Fixing the blue eyed lady an urgent expression, Captain Stone hoped Joan might soon reach her point.

‘Well,’ Joan continued, confusing her captain’s smirk as encouragement, ‘it turns out that when a broadcasting ship gets destroyed, so long as it is transmitting at the time of its explosive destruction, its transmission cuts out with a massive spike; kind of like a permanent full stop. This anomaly only really got noticed because of the sheer amount of destruction rendered in the war. In fact there were 3672 recorded cases. Do you know how many cases of ‘destruction while broad casting’ the Astro-Naval archives have recorded in the 280 years of peace since? Three! Including the one just now.’
Captain Stone clenched his fist tight. Logic suggested an accident, but he feared something more sinister.
‘Joan. Clear up that message yesterday! I need to know exactly what that dying ship tried to tell us.’
Regarding the tall Japanese woman seated upon the command deck arc two stations to his left, almost symmetrically opposed from Joan who sat three stations to his right, Captain Stone addressed his navigation officer.

‘Kimiko. As soon as Joan finishes with that message, co-ordinate your efforts in finding me that signal’s point and time of origin. Launch the long range scanners and keep an eye glued to your LADAR; report any solid objects passing into battle range. Let’s assume the worst, people!’

Executive Officer Noel Templeton stood incredulously. Scanning the adjacent captain’s features for any signs of jest, he turned away and coughed into his hand, hiding his fear at the possibility that before his very eyes, a possible situation was unfolding?
His only superior officer aboard the ‘Themisticles’ was issuing the orders of a man preparing for war. A ridiculous thought considering there had been no astro-naval engagements in nearly 300 standard earth years.

When he had left the bright sunny world of Bretonica as a teenaged astro-naval recruit, Noel had never considered the possibility of his chosen career actually becoming dangerous! After all, that was why one joined the Galactic Anthropic Imperial Armada.
Though relentless wars still plagued humanity across countless worlds through out the galaxy, they as a rule stayed on world. The Galaxy War II peace accord had inadvertently assured as such. Whereas worlds and alliances of worlds prior the war generally maintained there own sovereign astro-fleets, they never again wielded such freedom of power beyond the war.
Half of all surviving space-worthy military vessels, from where ever in the galaxy they originated, were united under the singular banner of the Galactic Anthropic Imperial Armada. G.A.I.A was set up as a sovereign entity, its jurisdiction was space, and its base of operations was the tired old planet of humanity’s origin; Earth. Ruled from the top by an autocratic general. G.A.I.A became a giant police force ensuring humanity’s civil conflicts remained confined to just planetary proportions. Joining G.A.I.A was the safest wager against being drafted into some stupid on-world war over uranium, water, land or religion.

And yet here I stand thought a despondent Noel Templeton, on the brink of actual conflict. It simply wasn’t fair. Wishful thinking getting the better of him, the X.O attempted to ward his fears.
‘Captain,’ he began, his accent snobbish even for a Bretonica, ‘certainly we’re over reacting sir? Officer Joan’s assessment is circumstantial at best. We are as far from civilization as anyone has ever been. I must recommend refraining from long range scanning so as not to drain our the fractal capacitors unnecessarily.’
‘Recommendation noted,’ Captain Stone offered dismissively. ‘Now get on the comm. and make sure every ranking officer on this boat is out of his rack.’ Seeing his second in command was about to complain on behalf of the sleeping officers in question, Captain Stone reiterated. ‘I want them up and ready Noel, that’s an order.’
Satisfied his high maintenance X.O at least knew how to take an order; Captain Stone lent back in his outrageously comfortable chair and took in another view of his command bridge. Though intimately familiar with the circular chamber, he studied it now through the eyes of a commander who might actually get to do something!
He himself sat with his back almost against a wall, over looking a large gloomy chamber. He sat central to an arc shaped command deck which numbered nine stations in all. The arc was so shaped as to allow all members on the deck to clearly view the captain with little more than a quick turn of their head, even as they concentrated on the holo-screens immediately before them. Currently, the X.O and Joan were doing just that.
One meter below the command deck, spanning forwards lay the majority of the command bridge. It resembled an ancient amphitheatre of sorts. Two concentric levels retreated from the elevated foot of the command deck.
One such level was a large circle of some sixty stations. This sat stepped one meter above a lower level which was nothing more than a depressed circular floor pit some eleven meters in diameter. In full operation, all sixty stations would be manned and the co-ordination of their efforts would fall upon the shoulders of those sharing his command deck. Regarding his present command officers, Captain Stone took a moment to smile.
As they worked feverishly at their stations, manipulating the projected prompts by running there fingers across the seemingly solid aspect of their respective holo-screens, Captain Stone couldn’t help but enjoy the theatre of the spectacle. How his command bridge must have looked he wondered, 283 S.E years ago when the Themisticles and its crew campaigned in the second galactic war.

He knew his dreadnoughts log history very well. Constructed in the S.E year 9331 AD, the Themisticles was a class T-4 Dreadnought. It fought not only Galactic War II, but in the preceding Galactic War some hundred and ninety S.E years earlier, not to mention in many of the less well known inter-war wars. It was a dinosaur, an out dated testament to mankind’s ability to pour an entire planet’s wealth into the construction of massive overkill. With 999 confirmed kills to its credit, Captain Stone had long fantasised he would be the man to round the impressive figure to an even thousand. In the 283 S.E years since the Galaxy War II peace accord, seventeen captains had served aboard the Themisticles. Of them, one was his great grand father, and another his father before him.
Of the forty four captains who had ever served aboard the classical war vessel, only those last seventeen, one other and himself shared in the humiliating statistic bare upon the mess hall honour board, for all to see. Where as twenty five captains shared in 999 kills, their names, the dates in which they served and their own kill tallies plain for all to see, Leonidis Stone was one of the nineteen other captains whose kill tally column read blank cedar. 999 kills on that wooden plaque and not one was his!

The ‘Themisticles LL924’ honour plaque in particular, held great significance, as only the ‘Drake’ had amassed more kills. Also still in operation, under it’s 42nd captain, Captain Susanne Harper, the Drake boasted 1083 confirmed kills. Of course being a class R-3, the Drake had had a fifty year head start, however Captain Stone could not begrudge the woman her slightly loftier post aboard G.A.I.A’s most celebrated capital ship. In fact he knew the middle aged very well. Susanne like himself, was a born fleet commander. Born at the wrong time...
It was such a shame the idea of recording a visual log of command decks at war only became procedure after the last war had ceased. Certainly he had listened to countless hours of audio logs from the greatest battles in history; this in conjunction with visual logs of the actual results of those orders; massive, explosive, battle damage. But to actually see the command bridge in action! Captain Stone consoled himself; perhaps that chance might just arise?
‘Oh my God,’ whispered a mortified lieutenant Joan Walsh. Removing her head phones she slid her finger across the holo-screen before her. ‘Captain I filtered the message. Uh, you better just listen.’ Pressing at a non existent play button of holographic light, Joan leaned back and turned to regard captain with in a theatric manner as the message played out over the command bridges main inter-com.
It was barely an audible whisper; a whisper destined to ripple through out the galaxy.
‘S.O.S. S.O.S. This is the F class exploratory vessel Persephone. Bearing -29-87 sector 240R Draggone + 9 S.E weeks due galactic centre, speed constant 0.2 Light. We are not alone in the universe. We have found an advanced, intelligent life form. They are not us, and they are-’




Long live G.A.I.A!!!


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Parrington Levens
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Lewis Jones
  August 31, 2011
well done mate! you designed this model very well and i admire that you could put many rooms in the model, once i go outof school and get a good job, i'm gonna make more stuff for g.a.i.a, sorry i haven't been in much, cheers
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  August 3, 2011
Gosh ! That's a lot of text... My level of english is not good enough to understand everything but still I like the story, and the pictures of course !
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  July 31, 2011
Really neat, well-thought out surfaces and edges. Packed with details and color, great work.
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  July 28, 2011
Quoting Archon Mitchell ...and they are?
Hostile...
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  July 18, 2011
wow! better and better! those takes really make your excellent ships shine parr! you make it intricate and deep! cool work parr!!!
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  July 1, 2011
Quoting Ultramarine . Dreadnaught is right! Kicking some major rears with this guy, keep it up!
Thanx mate, here's hoping it gets to 300 views one day! lol!!!
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  June 25, 2011
Dreadnaught is right! Kicking some major rears with this guy, keep it up!
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  June 23, 2011
Unfortunately I didn't have time to read the story - yet. But I like the first and last shots, nicely done!
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  June 21, 2011
I like the ship, but the writing is also quite impressive. Nice setup and character development. You are well on your way to fingering something into prominence. Nice ref to Themistocles.
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  June 21, 2011
Hey, Parrington, it seems that you've got a good sense of making stories. By any chance, did you ever read Robert Heinlein or David Weber or any of the Star Wars: Expanded Universe novels/stories? Seriously, this whole GAIA thing has sort of just mushroomed into a deep and realistically sounding story and I think that you should either publish this story on your own or we could do it together. I've got some good ideas if you want me to give them to you or if you want to collaborate into making this into an outright novel or series of novels. You've got a good thing going there, Parrington, and I don't want you to quit this thing, period. By the way, long live GAIA! Oh, and one more thing, if you've got a guy with long, blackish sort of hair, I would like a sig figure in this thing but my guy comes from a nation called Kavrigna. It has its own language but they also speak English and their society is a mixture of Jewish, Japanese, and American societies. His name is Daouz Batevna and he has relatives in a project of mine called The Allied Federation of Planetary Systems (or AFPS for short). Basically, it's a mixture of a certain anime and manga series and some overzealous otaku naming their children that eerily resemble the characters and they did this by prayer. It's weird, I know, but they are, despite all appearances, habits, and names, their own people. It's, in essence, a sort of alternate universe fanfiction mixed in with reality (or reality so far as LEGO minifigs are concerned).
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  June 20, 2011
VERY nicely done. However, a bit too much blue, maybe?
  June 20, 2011
In response to your comment about what Pokemon is, I scrounged up a few links for you. Basically, Pokemon is a gaming franchise from Nintendo, dating all the way back to the 90's. There are video games, trading cards, and an anime cartoon that all follow the same basic storyline: Catch the Pokemon, battle the Pokemon train the Pokemon, become a Pokemon master. While the anime is rather juvenile and the card game is complex and not very fun, the video games can be very addicting. I grew up with this stuff, so I know quite a bit about Pokemon, but it is a very in-depth fiction that takes some time to understand. I hope these links will help. Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pok%C3%A9mon First season of the anime: http://pokemonepisode.org/watch/season-1-indigo-league/ Game review of Pokemon Red version for the Gameboy Color: http://gameboy.ign.com/objects/009/009846.html Fan fiction comic/spoof: http://www.vgcats.com/super/?strip_id=0 Fan-created Tower Defense game: http://www.onemorelevel.com/game/pokemon_tower_defense It seems a bit overwhelming, but if you take the time to understand it, it can be pretty fun. I'm trying to educate my girlfriend about Pokemon right now, too, except she is much less willing to learn than you. Cheers, Parrington!
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  June 20, 2011
That's a pretty beautiful ship, and a very cool story too! I gotta make me one of these.
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  June 20, 2011
Spectacular work, what massive weaponry!
Parrington Levens
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kelvin johansson
  June 19, 2011
Steal the name of a good book much.But still a good moc.
Parrington Levens
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dominick zola
  June 19, 2011
Very cool! I actually enjoyed reading the story.
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  June 19, 2011
Sir, I salute you, great work on the ship, I enjoy the details of the deck, and the fact that you took the time to write out gaia on the hull. Well done. Also sir, the new explorien ship is done.
  June 19, 2011
I think he means a book called: 'The Day The War Began' But, you can´t say that you´ve stolen the title. You just describe the day the Draggone war began. That´s it! Forget about it, Parr! ~Cheers
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  June 19, 2011
Barto hit the nail on the head! Excellent, promising story. Wish I could squeeze such epic stuff out of my head! Anyway, that silence before the storm scenario is exactly what I like. There is so much electricity in the air. And the atmospheric photos support that feeling perfectly. But, I think that the ship looks a lot younger than 670 hundred years, oh well! Brilliant stuff, mate. ~Cheers
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  June 19, 2011
Great story my friend. I really enjoyed it. Of course the builds and designs are steller. I look forward to the next chapter.
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  June 19, 2011
Great chapter, waiting for more!
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  June 19, 2011
Nicely written! The pics are great, but really it's about the story. Creating a time line with all the past glory of battles, and making it sound like they're in the middle of an uneventful period in history makes 'first contact' all the more foreboding. Things are going to get exciting in a hurry, I bet. Great work, Boss!
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  June 19, 2011
Reedin' make my hed hurted. LOL Sweet stuff...~H
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  June 19, 2011
Ah, such wonderful story telling, Parrington. I do so enjoy finding new stories that you've posted. And I guess then that GAIA would know imediately that the Daphne had been destroyed. Would there be a response to it's destruction? As for this, that a very nice looking dreadnaught, and it definitely looks its age. Very well built. Long Live GAIA! ^Blub^
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  June 19, 2011
Long live GAIA indeed.. and your fascinating stories and wonderful ships.
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  June 19, 2011
Quoting Mr. Xenomurphy Wow, what a huge amount of text. Simple minded as I am, I can concentrate only on text OR pictures (especially on a Sunday morning). That means I will come back later again. As for now, I'm amazed again how you manage to handle blue and let it look cool. I love the shot with Officer Noel Templeton coughing into his hand. Where're those technic bricks from, the ones you used for the larger chairs?
Can't remember but they are from an old technic model, and I love them for higher ranking officers chairs. Blue seems unpopular indeed, but I just can't enough, lol... Cheers mate...
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  June 19, 2011
Wow, what a huge amount of text. Simple minded as I am, I can concentrate only on text OR pictures (especially on a Sunday morning). That means I will come back later again. As for now, I'm amazed again how you manage to handle blue and let it look cool. I love the shot with Officer Noel Templeton coughing into his hand. Where're those technic bricks from, the ones you used for the larger chairs?
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  June 19, 2011
Quoting Chris Roach excellent photography, excellent MOCs and excellent story telling!
and excellent commentary good sir! Lol, cheers buddy...
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  June 19, 2011
excellent photography, excellent MOCs and excellent story telling!
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  June 19, 2011
Quoting Archon Mitchell ...and they are?
hehe, that's where the original transmission ended... Chapter 2 will answer that question, thanx for looking mate!
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  June 19, 2011
...and they are?
 
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