Calidum:Corus Application

2 Parts.
Generic Lore Entry
Story


1. Generic lore entry(Wiki style)

WSC Imperion
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Conents:
I. Statistics
II. Service
III. Design
IV. Miscellaneous
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Statistics
WSC Imperion
ESC-5542-A
Gladius Class Escort
Crew Complement:205
Range Before Refuel(RBR):57 Parsecs(186 light years)
Weaponry Systems:Dual plasma cannons, four phase inverter ports, two torpedo ports(fore and aft).
Defense Systems:Polarizing hull plating, standard WIJ shields.
Maximum speed:Warp 8.5
Turn rate: 35 degrees/second
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Service

	After an influx in demand for powerful escorts to patrol the Indigo system, Sable Industries designed the Gladius class escort. The Imperion itself entered service 14 years ago as a result of the initial invasion of Rebolt forces on Indigo IV. Originally commissioned for scouting missions into Rebolt territory, it was eventually forced back to patrolling the Indigo, Kerratus, Magnus, and Vetikus systems. In the year 221, from October to early December, it was caught in orbit around a black hole located just outside of the Magnus system. By the end of the ordeal, food stores were almost empty, and all energy that could be diverted to replicator systems had been used. Fortunately for the crew, the black hole collapsed on December the 8th, allowing them to slowly stagger back to Magnus orbital station at a measly warp 1.2. As repairs got under way and medical discharges were made, most of the original crew of the Imperion were re-assigned, most of them heading to the Havoc zone or to a central-territory patrol zone.

	In the year 222, on May the 3rd, the Imperion left Magnus Station with a new crew, and notably, a new commanding officer. Commanded now by Captain Daniel Evans, the Imperion was assigned to its original purpose:deep space reconnaissance in Rebolt territory. Although Captain Evans lead with a cautious hand, the vessel was subject to a plethora of issues and battles. However, the notable contributions gained are considered to greatly outweigh the risks taken. Rebolt technology has been studied further than every before, all because of a small probe recovered by the Imperion from the bellows of a gas giant. Over 23.7 tons of cargo recovered from various situations, and a record 72 Rebolt ships obliterated, the Imperion made itself known within the WIJ Corporation, and alliance.

	On January 9th of the year 227, the Imperion was obliterated in a mass scale Rebolt fleet invasion of Indigo IV. Although most of the crew escaped unharmed, and there was no causalities, the debris cluttered much of the system, forcing both the WIJ fleet, and the Rebolt fleet, to regroup on opposite ends of the system. This gave crucial time allowing the brute force of the 4th WIJ defense fleet to arrive, allowing the Corporation to win the battle.

	The Imperion has since been memorialized in Corpus Plaza on the WIJ Capital world. The crew of the Imperion relocated to the Imperion-B less than 4 months later.
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Design

The Imperion was designed in a slight variation from most Gladius class vessels. The primary warp coil was divide into two dual cores that allowed nearly double the output from the energy systems. Furthermore, multiple utility arms were implemented, most linking to Cargo Bay 2. Cargo Bay 1 was converted to a hanger, containing both Strikers and Punchers. No mechanical support vehicles were included.
Deck layout:
Deck 1:Bridge, Conference rooms, Officer quarters
Deck 2:Operations, Medical bay, Brig, Armory, Security Office
Deck 3:Crew Amenities and Quarters
Deck 4:Cargo Bay 2, Upper Hanger Access, Upper Engineering Access, MECAT access.
Deck 5:Lower Hanger Access, Lower Engineering Access.

The bridge of the Imperion has dual tactical stations to operate both the fore and aft weaponry systems. There is also an extra Operations console to control the utility arms for Cargo Bay 2.

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2. Story("Invasion")
**This story is based on Mike1291's "Deliver Hope" WIJ trailer. It tells the story of the initial invasion of the Rebolt


	Chapman exhaled. Lifted. Inhaled. Moved. Forward he went, moving the crossbeam to the designated zone for placement. Most of the outpost had been completed. The main base had been finished, as well as the bunker and some outer defense systems. All that was left was the civilian habitation center. His muscles straining, pleading for mercy, Chapman moved the final crossbeam onto the pad. Sweating, he jogged over to the replicator, and grabbed a bottle of water.

	"Grenadier." A voice brushed up to him. Chapman, obviously started, spilled a bit of water on his uniform. He turned.
	"Commander, sir, can I assist you?" he replied, although his thoughts reflected "please be a break" more than a readiness to work. Standing next to the replicator, he gazed on his superior. Commander Shire was a large man, no doubt. His shoulders, rounded with pure muscle, spread out miles from his torso, and he was an intimidating man to say the least. Chapman was not a small man, but he could not compare to the Commander. Shire handed him a console, and walked away without a word.

	The pad detailed a meeting of some sorts. More construction requests, Chapman thought. But he noticed a seal on the report. WIJ Shock Troopers. He shuddered. He didn't sign up to the WIJ Engineering Core to be stuck in a combat zone. So long as he was away from firefights, Chapman was the ideal military man. Willing to do work, unwavering in his operations. But introduce the aspect of death, and he cracks like an egg off the empire state building. Chapman didn't deal well with stress, and he knew it. He shoved the console into his bag and made his way back to the base.

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	Walking through the valley, up to base, through the gates, one thing and one thing only was on Virgo's mind. Escape. From the outpost, from the corporation, from the sector, and so on so forth. "At least," he muttered, "At least it isn't prison." Virgo was a rebel. One of the few captured from Risuki, you never would have guessed he was ever in a military, much less one that had taken an entire planet from the WIJ Corporation. According to Commander Shire, he had never touched a weight or a burger in his life. But he had been, and he was every bit as rebellious as he was when he joined the insurgency almost 5 years ago. Rather than serve out a lengthy prison sentence, he chose construction work on a new outpost in the outer sectors. Indigo, or something. He couldn't remember, mostly because he didn't care. He did, however, care about getting out, and that's just what he intended to do. He waited. Hours.

	The fading light of sunset danced off of his golden hair as Virgo dodged each patrol. He looked past the corner. The gate was beginning closing procedures. He knew he had only a short amount of time before it closed fully. He didn't see any more construction workers entering base, so he assumed the coast was clear. He was wrong. Dashing around the corner full force, he smashed into Chapman, skewing the contents of Chapman's bag across the courtyard.

	"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Chapman spat. Virgo looked at him, for a split second, before making a run for it. Chapman caught his arm, and reeled him back in. Virgo's face crippled in pain as it was smashed against the ground. Chapman held him there with his foot. He called the guards over. Virgo looked at Chapman. Spite. A full dose of hate. His escape foiled, Virgo already began plotting.

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	Chapman was restless. He stressed. The concept of his death stood stagnant in his mind as he tossed and turned in his bed. He grabbed the console. Read it over, multiple times. "Meeting. 13:00 hours, tomorrow. Multipurpose room. Details to be released. WIJ Shock Troopers". He read it over, ten, twenty, fifty times. Soon, it all blanked out. He only read:"WIJ Shock troopers". He put the console away and waited for morning.

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	The operator looked at the monitor. No change. He waited, five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. No change. An hour passed. No change. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the chair. He walked slowly down the stairs, to the replicator. With the smell of a fresh cut of pork wafting through the air, he made his way back to the monitor. He stopped. Change.

	He sounded the alarm.

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	Chapman stumbled out of bed. He crashed off of his bunk onto the floor, took a second to recover, and began a sprint towards the armory. A second explosion sounded outside of the base. Chapman picked up the pace. He passed the brig. Virgo sat on the bed, almost in a relaxed style. He glared at Chapman. Chapman continued on his way.

	The armory was a mess. Specialist Charlie was struggling to hand out all requisitions. "C22". "R87". "W17". The requests kept rolling in. Chapman squeezed his way past the shock troopers suiting up, enlists grabbing weaponry. He found the shield charger, the one single thing in the world that would calm him down. As he began wiring the shield for 50, he could feel his muscles lose tension, his jaw unclenching, and he felt more calm than he ever had, in a combat situation, at least. He grabbed his Y14 and W17, and left the building.

	The status of the base was shocking. All the trouble he went through, the time he spent building, was completely strewn across the valley. Parts of the wall had collapsed and the garage door was non-existent. Chapman dashed through the courtyard and out into the valley. Gunfire from the enemy-still unidentified, rocketed towards him. He ducked, down, under a shallow rock. Slowly, he crawled. The heat from the WIJ plasma turrets washed over his face. The volley ceased, the turrets were reloading. He crouched up. He fired shots. At least 15. But he didn't expect a returned fire. Three, or four shots hit him, dead in the chest. He was knocked back. He heard a solitary beep. He knew his shield had depleted. He panicked, got up, ran. He heard the slow chant of the enemy; "Ver Rebolt Amadas" echoed through the valley. More and more, the shots became closer. A thud hit Chapman in the back. He fell. Panic overwhelmed him entirely as he realized what the object was that hit him. He blacked out.


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	Chapman woke up. At first he thought he was in the base, that someone had dragged him in, but he realized he was still in the battlefield. He looked up. The cliff-side. He was just below it. He looked around. The fort had begun to collapse, more WIJians were dying by gun fire. The primary defense turrets had been obliterated, and the enemy was everywhere. They were strange. Some were canine in stature, standing on the balls of their feet. Others were humanoid. Some were massive, others were minuscule in comparison. Chapman began to realize he wouldn't escape alive.

	To his right sat what hit him. A circuitry unit, knocked somehow all the way from the reactor room to him. His first thought was one of panic, but he calmed, collected himself. Analyzed, and then, he had a plan. He began work.

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	Virgo sat up. The fresh air poured into his cell. He thought it was weird at first, the cell was deep into the rock that the outpost was cut into. Then he looked. The forcefield was gone. As was the roof, and most of the outpost, for that matter. He paused, then made his way out. Intuition told him that this was his escape, and intuition he followed. As Virgo passed the armory, the medical setup, and so on so forth, he noticed the other WIJians didn't bother him. They were too focused on tending wounds or shooting someone outside. "Too easy" he muttered. Too easy.

	He grabbed a handgun from a dead body. He didn't care, he had done a hell of a lot worse than loot dead bodies before. As Virgo trudged along, out the fort, to the rocks. He ducked. The final defensive turret was firing off what would be its final volley. The heat washed over him as he crawled to the valley below.

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	Chapman placed the timer on the piece. He set it. 15 minutes. He slid it onto his belt and began a climb up the side of the cliff. Rigorously moving, swinging his arms up the the net handholds. He slipped twice, but kept going. Determination overrode fear, and his determination was to get the bomb to the enemy deployment shuttle. He tapped the bomb. The countdown began.

	He began his sprint. Down the cliff side, evading enemy patrols, hopping past each barricade with a purpose. He was confident. He could not fail. The shots rang in his ear. Chapman didn't care. He kept sprinting. He passed the archway, the final defense. He hopped down, rolled in. And then he wasn't there. He landed on his back, his ears ringing. Searing pain through his leg. He tried to stand, but he couldn't. His leg broken, he sat there. Staring at the timer, watching it tick down.

	Ten minutes until all hope would be lost. He gazed down the neck of the valley, tearing up. He had the chance to save them, to deliver hope. but he failed. And he wouldn't even get to apologize.

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	Virgo ran down the path. Shooting who he could, evading who he couldn't. He dashed past the bunker, the arch, to the river, and stopped. At his feet, the grenadier he crashed into the other day. He first pointed his handgun at the man, but then he realized what he had with him. A jet propulsion unit. Chapman muttered to him, barely audible.

	"The bomb. Take it, please..." Chapman blacked out. His leg was completely broken, and Virgo realized what he had to do.

	He grabbed the bomb, and the JPU. He began ascent. His stature, calm, his thoughts, nonexistent. His blood, pulsing through his temples, reminded him of his goal. He fixated, only one thought. Escape. He accelerated, streaking through. Shots began pouring into him, but he focused. Escape. He flew into the lower porthole of the dreadnought. The atmosphere was humid, thick and warm. He pressed on through. As Virgo landed on the walkway, he saw.  Hundreds, no, thousands of them. Preparing. Their shuttles roaring to life, their weaponry loaded.

	Virgo looked at the screen. 30 seconds. He stared. 25 seconds. 15 seconds. 10 seconds. Then, using the only ounce of strength he ever had, he launched the bomb, out of his hands, into the pit below. One thought on his mind. Escape.

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