Post by Gold Centurion on Aug 25, 2008 23:01:33 GMT -5
The Federation Asteroid Science Outpost (read: Intelligence Monitoring and Listening Post) at Hex [CLASSIFIED] was busily conducting "Science" experiments on the edge of the quadrant, when long-range sensors suddenly detected a rather large inbound object.
The Ensign on sensor watch reported to the Outpost Commander: "Sir, I'm not sure the sensors are working correctly... but... it appears a BattleStation has just appeared on the our long range sensors. I guess... at least it looks like a BATS but... [exasperation in his voice] ... it's moving sir."
"WHAT??!! #!@$$&" The Commander said as he fell outta his chair...
Several tense minutes later the commander reached the control room. "Have you informed Starfleet Command on the Secure channel yet?"
"Uh, No Sir [rather meekly]. Kinda wanted to be sure if was for real..." replied the Ensign.
"OMFG!! #!@$%&*^)}<@>?|\!+!~!" The Commander ranted for over a minute at the top of his lungs. "O.K." he said, calming down and fixing his dishevelled tunic, "Contact Starfleet Command on Secure Channel Sigma-7 and inform them of all that transpires... You Got That?"
"Yessir!"
The Commander said, "Let's stay quiet right now, we are supposed to be a secret outpost after all...."
About 13 minutes later...
"Sir.... It's getting real close and looks like they're scanning us with a low level scanning signal"
"Sir...?"
The Commander wondered just what in the heavens name he did to deserve this assignment..... "O.K. Open Hailing Frequencies with that thing"
"Sir, no response to our hailing signals"
The Commanders muttered response: "SH#T!!!" All scrambled and broken up, the Feds finally established a hailing channel (on an odd low-grade frequency). The images initially were blocked (another Microsoft update darn it!).
"Unidentified Base...uh... vessel. This is the Federation Astro-Science Outpost [NAME CENSORED]. We are a peaceful outpost and request that you state your intentions in this sector."
The hailing message was responded to in the following way:
A strange deep monotone mechanical metallic voice says (in slow syllables):
"I-Den-ti-fy Your-Self..." The Feds do again. The large BATS-like object did not not respond to the same question.
The mechanical metallic voice responded:
"State Your Pur-Pose"The standard Federation 'We come in Peace' line was issued forthwith.
The BATS refused to answer the same question but asked:
"What is the Lo-Ca-Tion of Earth?"
Blink - Blink
Now the poor Feds were truly confused.
The Federation Outpost Commander asked: "With whom am I speaking?"
Now visual Communications comes up: See image below:
"This is Gold Centurion DCLXVI (666) of the Cylon XIIIth Battle Fleet. Do you have Com-Mu-Ni-Ca-Tions Parts?"
Blink - Blink...
This is the last image seen on the signal....
NOTICE
This classified message was intercepted by [CLASSIFIED] from a Secure Federation Deep Space Communications Channel. There is as yet no word on the fate of the outpost in question.............
The Final Two Unsecured Voice Communications heard on that channel before all contact was lost are below:
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The Ensign on sensor watch reported to the Outpost Commander: "Sir, I'm not sure the sensors are working correctly... but... it appears a BattleStation has just appeared on the our long range sensors. I guess... at least it looks like a BATS but... [exasperation in his voice] ... it's moving sir."
"WHAT??!! #!@$$&" The Commander said as he fell outta his chair...
Several tense minutes later the commander reached the control room. "Have you informed Starfleet Command on the Secure channel yet?"
"Uh, No Sir [rather meekly]. Kinda wanted to be sure if was for real..." replied the Ensign.
"OMFG!! #!@$%&*^)}<@>?|\!+!~!" The Commander ranted for over a minute at the top of his lungs. "O.K." he said, calming down and fixing his dishevelled tunic, "Contact Starfleet Command on Secure Channel Sigma-7 and inform them of all that transpires... You Got That?"
"Yessir!"
The Commander said, "Let's stay quiet right now, we are supposed to be a secret outpost after all...."
About 13 minutes later...
"Sir.... It's getting real close and looks like they're scanning us with a low level scanning signal"
"Sir...?"
The Commander wondered just what in the heavens name he did to deserve this assignment..... "O.K. Open Hailing Frequencies with that thing"
"Sir, no response to our hailing signals"
The Commanders muttered response: "SH#T!!!" All scrambled and broken up, the Feds finally established a hailing channel (on an odd low-grade frequency). The images initially were blocked (another Microsoft update darn it!).
"Unidentified Base...uh... vessel. This is the Federation Astro-Science Outpost [NAME CENSORED]. We are a peaceful outpost and request that you state your intentions in this sector."
The hailing message was responded to in the following way:
A strange deep monotone mechanical metallic voice says (in slow syllables):
"I-Den-ti-fy Your-Self..." The Feds do again. The large BATS-like object did not not respond to the same question.
The mechanical metallic voice responded:
"State Your Pur-Pose"The standard Federation 'We come in Peace' line was issued forthwith.
The BATS refused to answer the same question but asked:
"What is the Lo-Ca-Tion of Earth?"
Blink - Blink
Now the poor Feds were truly confused.
The Federation Outpost Commander asked: "With whom am I speaking?"
Now visual Communications comes up: See image below:
"This is Gold Centurion DCLXVI (666) of the Cylon XIIIth Battle Fleet. Do you have Com-Mu-Ni-Ca-Tions Parts?"
Blink - Blink...
This is the last image seen on the signal....
NOTICE
This classified message was intercepted by [CLASSIFIED] from a Secure Federation Deep Space Communications Channel. There is as yet no word on the fate of the outpost in question.............
The Final Two Unsecured Voice Communications heard on that channel before all contact was lost are below:
www.jeffbots.com/cylon2.wav
www.jeffbots.com/cylon.wav
That scumbag Balter 
sold us out!
