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This is a wiki page dedicated to the Joint-Post writing of Chapter Four in Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative.

Writers will find the objective(s) they've opted to describe/document achieving on this page and will have until a set date to write In-Character segments. This setup will increase the pace and alacrity at which this epic multi-vector episode is depicted.

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<h2>Arrive and Battle at the Hobus Station</h2>
''Detail the arrival at the Hobus station and the prelude to the big showdown. Have a grand time detailing the battle. Take creative license determining if you have any defectors with you, prisoners, stolen tech, fallen comrades, injuries, as well as the fate of the station itself once the battle is over. If you have questions or ideas you'd like to run by the GM, reach out via PM/DM.''

<h4>Griff</h4>

[url=https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alistair_Leavitt][color=yellow][b][Lieutenant [[Alistair Leavitt]][/b][/color][/url][b] | Shuttlecraft "Rosalind Franklin" | Hobus ]

It was a strange experience indeed to be inside a shuttlecraft packed to the brim with people, stranger still for them all to be armed. Indeed, some hasty work had been done on the Theurgy to convert the shuttles into impromptu troop transports, and there had been some grumbles in the aft compartment about the seats, but it was too late to do anything now. Within minutes, the Erudite would arrive at Hobus, and the near-suicidal mission to save Romulus would begin.

In the forward compartment, Alistair (now clad in a rather gaudy gold exosuit) wondered idly how the Romulans would respond when they learned that [[Starfleet]] saved their capital world. He only let the train of thought go on for a few moments before cutting it off. He (by some strange cosmic irony) was in command. He needed to focus.

An abrupt beeping broke the thick tension in the shuttle, and Alistair answered it immediately, seeing an unfamiliar [[Savi]] appear on the screen. This one looked horribly pale and drawn, but for [[Savi]], that might simply be normal.

"Lieutenant Leavitt, our approach has been detected," the [[Savi]] said. "However, enemy defences are much weaker than expected, and we have lost sensor contact with the dreadnought ''Panacea''. Our [[tactical]] analysis suggests a trap. Do you concur?"

"I concur," Alistair said, feeling the unease in his stomach build. "Even so, it's an opportunity, one that we cannot ignore. They'll have a much harder job fighting us on the station instead of in space. I guess the diversionary mission worked, at leasy somewhat." He hesitated, looking around him at the people who might die in the coming minutes and hours, the people who probably [i]would[/i] die. "We're going in. Take us out of [[warp]] as scheulded please."

The [[Savi]] bristled. "You understand that the survival of the Erudite is paramount? If necessary, we will leave you, [[human]]. We certainly will not die for you."

Alistair couldn't help but smile solemnly at the screen. "That was never in doubt, trust me. It's been...uh..." he paused, deciding on the truth rather than a polite lie. "It's been an [i]interesting[/i] experience working with you. Leavitt out."

All that was left to do was wait. It didn't take long. With the huge hangar doors already open, the Starfleeters could actually see the transition to norml space. As soon as the stars were visible, Alistair pressed a control, the final line of the checklist...the final opportunity to back out. A bright blue beam flashed past the Erudite within an uncomfortable close, surely a graviton beam lance, the same weapon that had so effortlessly penetrated a [[Borg]] cube's defences. The Erudite couldn't have dodged the monstrous weapon by much. It was time.

"All [[Starfleet]] ships, launch, launch, launch." 

<h4>Ryetanker</h4> 

[Lt (JG) [[XamotZark zh’Ptrell]] (Lt. Zark) | Aboard the USS Lindstrom (Type 11 Shuttle) | Space between Hobus Station and ''Erudite''] <br>

It was certainly an impressive light show as the pair of shuttles dodged through space as bright energy fire lanced around the shuttle.  It definitely seemed like the arrival of the Erudite was unexpected as the return fire was uncoordinated and focused on the [[Savi]] Dreadnought.  Lieutenant Zark didn't really like the plan. Their available strength had been cut down by a last second addition that had taken Lieutenant zh'Wann off to another unexpected station in system, leaving her in charge of the [[security]] detachment, and down by about a third of their leadership.  Now they were going to break in a hostile station, not knowing what to really expect from a technologically superior opponent.  But they had an edge. As technically peaceful as [[Starfleet]] was though, it's personnel were still far better equipped in creating havoc that a species of scientists, and Lt.Zark had lots of experience to draw on.

The shuttle shifted and pulled the [[Andorian]] out of her ruminations as the formation of small craft manoeuvred to avoid some of the fire and aimed for the entry point.  This part was tricky as getting the [[Savi]] to agree to accepting instructions from a less advanced species had been a major effort on the part of the one diplomat with the team.  The principal was going to be brutally simple.  The Erudite would focus all it's fire at a specific point to induce local shield failure while the fighters and shuttles would go through the gap before the backups could cover the gap.  Once through, the fighters would provide cover while the shuttle docked with the station and a breaching charge would blast a hole in the hull, allowing everyone in quickly.  From there it got more tricky as one team led by Ensign Milly Dubois would seize the data node and power centre in what would be an attempt to access the station's systems while trying to cause sections of the station to overload.  Lieutenant Zark in the meantime would lead the team specialists deeper into the station to access primary systems and cause some real damage.

A tight pattern of blue energy smashed into the station and the shields in that are flared for a moment under the relentless assault.  "Here goes nothing." The pilot sound out loud as he watched the LCARS panel as energy flooded the area, sending sensors into high range readings while trying to determine if the shields had collapsed.  The result could be seen soon as another pattern of blue fire made it through and explosions tore the hull in a mass of fire and metal.  That was all the sign Lieutenant Zark needed as she heard herself say, "Punch it." and the shuttle lurched for the gap.

<h4>TWilkins</h4> 

[Ensign [[Sylvain Llewellyn-Kth]] | USS Lindstrom | Approaching the Hobus Station | Hobus System]

Sylvain’s eyes were a blur of white and hazel, his pupils flickering from panel to panel as his fingers danced a jive across the console before him, a dizzying array of activity that barely afforded him a moment to breathe. It was taking everything he had just to keep on top of the litanies of information that the sensors were feeding him, his hands bringing the ship into a moderately tight lurch in response to an incoming round of disruptor fire; they hadn’t taken a hit, ''yet'', but he didn’t entirely trust that the shuttle’s shields would be able to weather much of an impact from the Savi’s superior weaponry… Regardless of his own concerns however, the Ensign had little time to consider them, a small hiss of breath escaping from his mouth as he re-adjusted their wayward trajectory and realigned their shuttle with their target, guiding them dangerously close to the perimeter shields of the Hobus Station, and onwards towards their objective. 

Truthfully, had he not required the entire breadth of his brain power to be fixated on the task at hand, his wandering mind might have blanched at how bafflingly risky their plan seemed to be... 

It had been a fair amount of time since he’d actually served in his capacity as a pilot, having spent the past few months being ferried across [[Federation]] Space on Admiral Anderson’s orders, so, in a way, it was a welcome return to find himself back behind a helm again. On the other hand, he’d never been in situation where the odds were stacked so vehemently against him before, and the knowledge that their tiny shuttle was currently hurtling towards a shield, whilst an alien space-station and dreadnought tried to blow each other into the void, wasn’t providing much in the way of making this a gentle reunion for him… Still, he knew what he was doing, and getting the boarding party aboard the Hobus Station and making sure their escape route remained safe, was probably the easiest job of those who were aboard. 

“Here goes nothing…” He barely breathed, eyes fixated on his sensors even as his pale skin was bathed in a dazzling array of blue light, the data spiking to inordinate levels in clarification that the [[Savi]] shielding had failed, verified further when a volley of energy from the Erudite lanced into the side of the Hobus Station and carved a small section out of the hull. If he needed further confirmation that it was time to move, it came when the [[Andorian]] beside him quietly instructed him to ‘punch it’, and whilst Sylvain typically understood that command as an instruction to go to [[warp]], he was fairly confident that he understood what the Lieutenant meant. 

Pale fingers flooded across the LCARS panel as he manoeuvred the shuttle into a tight turn, dodging around a fragment of debris that the Erudite's weapon-fire had torn loose, and threading the shuttle into the breach in the Station’s shields with an artisan’s proficiency. The ship sailed the final kilometres without issue, the few bundles of debris far less concerning than the fusillade of energy weapons that had been threatening them previously, affording Sylvain enough time to rush up a docking procedure that would bring them in line with a port that was shadowed in some of the twisted metal that clawed away from the hull, hopefully providing them a little extra cover. Their scans indicated that the atmosphere of the station was still present on the other side, so with any luck, the next part would proceed smoothly. 

“Docking sequence initiated…” He calmly called out, his clear tone cutting through the relative silence of the ship as his fingers input the final few instructions, the computer instantaneously calculating the descent velocity, and their combined efforts resulting in a solid thud echoing up through the hull of their shuttlecraft. “You’re up Lieutenant…” Sylvain gently turned to the [[Andorian]] as he spoke, trying to offer up a moment of calm to those who would be entering the station themselves. “I don’t know what sort of interference there will be, but I’ll keep the transporters on standby and get a lock on you all as soon as the shields are down…” He wasn’t any particular savant with transporters, but he knew how to tell the computer to get a lock on any non-[[Savi]] bio signs at the very least. “And I’ll make sure you all have a shuttle to come back to when you’re done.” 

Sylvain’s confidence in the second clause of his promise was one he felt far less confident with; an encounter with a [[Savi]] response team wasn’t something he should reasonably be expecting to survive after all… Still, he could only trust that the boarding parties and the fire from the ''Erudite'', would collectively cause enough chaos that the [[Savi]] wouldn’t have spare [[security]] teams available to come and hunt their shuttle down… If they did, he had a [[phaser]], a knife, and a transporter; having witnessed first-hand the genocidal intentions of the [[Savi]] that were supposed to be the ''good guys'', Sylvain felt far less uncomfortable with the prospect of having to kill something than he might have been a few days prior… 

He twisted his chair and adopted himself into a new position, granting him better access to the transporter controls, and haphazardly drew his [[phaser]], twisting his body in the direction of the docking port, where two Officers were mounting a breaching charge against the Hobus Station’s airlock… Despite his semi-confident thoughts, he’d never fired one at a living thing before, and as much as he wanted to believe he would be able to do it, truthfully, he didn’t know what would happen if something was on the other side of that door.

<h4>ob2lander961</h4>

[Ens. [[Via "DixeBee" Wix]] | Wolf-16 | Seconds to Hobus Station | (Hobus System)]

“How did my dumbass get into this…” Via exasperated quietly to herself as she waited anxiously in the seat of her cockpit. The crews did all they could to patch up her scorched fighter. It would’ve been vaporized no thanks to her replacement RIO who was sitting timidly behind her with a black eye. There weren’t many of them, the crew. Most were spread around the other vectors of the Theurgy or a part of other [[operations]]. Any repair equipment they did bring was only capable of getting moderately damaged Valkyrie or Valravn up to operational strength. Via’s fighter was lucky in that regard, while during the cluster fuck that was the last mission she took some hits, and got thrown around where the concussive impact from hitting her console gave her a massive gash on her forehead which was hastily healed by the medics on board. Via was sure the wound opened up again but she didn’t have enough energy to care. They didn’t have any time for anything more, the ship was supposed to leave [[warp]] any second now. It was times like these that Via missed her sister the most. She always knew what to say, what to think, what to do. Right now all that happened Via wanted to do was cry but she couldn’t. There was always something in the back of her head telling her “stop bein’ a lil bitch” that just wouldn’t allow her to feel…to process. So like usual, she leaned on her fortress that is her personality and lashed out, then recused herself. No time to think, no time, to process, no time…

Via heard the call from her flight leader and got to work. She began the combat startup which was her favorite kind of startup. Skipping a bunch of redundant and unnecessary takeoff checklist items and throwing full power to her impulse drives. She kept noticing the scorch marks and blood on her armored gauntlet as she went around pressing buttons and flipping switches. The last mission nearly cooked the both of them…almost spaced them. The sharp heavy feeling came back to her chest where her implant was. “Stop it…Stop it…” 

“What?! Stop what?” her [[Bajoran]] RIO threw her arms up in an anxious panic.

“Not your dumbass- j-just do your job and shut your ass up ok” Via said firmly but with defeat in her voice. The RIO quickly resigned herself to he own tasks. The tension was still alive between them. 

Once the young pilot finished getting her fighter spun up she reported she was ready for her flight lead. Suddenly, the stars that had been white horizontal streaks running across her vision finally returned to normal.

With an abrupt and sudden roar, the [[Starfleet]] fighters boosted out of the Alien [[Savi]] hanger turning toward the front of the Erudite hugging against its superstructure until they overtook it. The flight of Wolves seemed to dance around each other while they speeded with aggression towards their target. The massive eerily Achient station was slowly increasing in size as they went closer. Via’s HUD, which was showing everyone's status and location, linked up to another one of their objectives. The USS Lindstrom, a shuttle carrying the boarding party, was several AU ahead closer to the station. At the Valravn’s speed, Via and her wingmen would easily be able to close the distance. The problem was the shields were still up.

“Uh…ain’t them savey guys ‘spose ain’t takin them shields down?” Via spoke in comms but as if the Aliens heard her (which they probably did) a tight beam of energy erupted from behind the formation, flying just over their heads and impacting the station dead center. The Valravn’s proximity sensors blared in the young pilot’s ears which only pissed her off. “Fuck off”! She yelled taking the act as a slight against her. Their opening however was clear now but rapidly closing. As planned Via’s RIO put all power into the impulse drive and the flight speeded head towards the gap. “Comeon- Comeon- Comeon!!” The gap in the shields was getting narrower and narrower, the shuttle made it and a few of the other wolves. There was no way she was going to die as a metaphorical fly hitting against the windshield of a hovercar. “We ain’t goin’ fast enough reroute the air!” Via yelled to her RIO who’s eyes widened. “Prophets I-” “I SWEAR” Via’s anger returned and the RIO got the hint. With life support rerouted the Valravn jolted forward faster. The inertial dampeners were at their limit as Via felt her suit’s G layer activate putting pressure on her body and sending her back to her seat. The eye in the shield was looking more like a pinhole every second Via was certain they were done for…then they crossed the threshold. “YES!! FUC-” They were going a bit too fast they were coming up on the Station’s hull prompting Via to quickly cut the engines, throw on RCS, spin her fighter around, and light up her engines again bringing the Valravn to a quick but abrupt stop. 

Both Via and her RIO panted, partly from stress, and partly from having life support off for a few seconds. The RIO started praying to her gods which only got a sigh from Via. That was all her skill he thought as she returned in formation with her wingman Chaos. 

It was surreal being under the shield and watching the battle unfold outside. Via kept to her lead side as she looked around. “I ain’t none of them sneaky guys gettin’ my ass again” she spoke as she made a visual scan of their surroundings. As of now, their main objective was protecting that shuttle from all hostile threats. Via didn’t know if she was going to face the same combatants as the previous station. She wasn’t looking forward to if she was…

"Anyone see anythin'"? she spoke with a hint of hesitation which came up as asperation. 

She was terrified.
 

<h2>Prevent Hobus explosion</h2>
''While the battle is ensuing, detail how the crew prevents Hobus from exploding. Again, creative build-up of in-game [[canon]] is always encouraged and welcomed, and if you have questions or ideas you'd like to run by the GM, reach out via PM/DM.''

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<h2>Travel back to Helmet dealing with unfriendlies</h2>
''There is no feasible way that our characters were able to make it to Hobus and travel back to the Triangle without some unfriendlies on their tails. These unfriendlies can come from nearby patrols or even from Romulus. They can be whatever class fighters/ships you'd like, and as with all the objectives, wreck and maim and kill as you see fit. Just give a heads-up to the GM and update the wiki pages accordingly.'' 

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<h2>Arrive at Triangle in time for epic battle</h2>
''After a harrowing journey with unfriendlies on tail, this objective can be perfect for recapping all the losses, personal or professional, as well as all the gains made in the duration of the chapter. Details on damages, injuries, fallen comrades, as well as new hopes/fears, are also good for this objective. Approach it as you like, just end the objective with the chapter characters arriving at the Triangle and alerting those on the Helmet of their arrival.'' 

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