NationStates Jolt Archive

Over the Radio bands of yester-year static is heard...then from the depths of Asteroid 236 comes a voice, distorted by time and faulty equipment.

To any one who *zzzzzt* hear me, this *zzzzzzt* Lt. Corin *zzzzt*nshield of his most *zzzzzt* intellgence *zzzzzzt*ament speaking to the *zzzzt*ther planet Earth. Can *zzzzt* hear me? We have *zzzzt*an to recover old *zzzzt*pment from the irradiated *zzzzt*surface in hopes of *zzzzt* the outside *zzzzt*. The Kingdom of *zzzzt*Pants has survived. Repeat, the *zzzzt* of NiePants has *zzzzt*ed. Please *zzzzt*spond.

The message repeats several times, then goes silent, waiting for the reply wich may take weeks...months....even years. Breathlessly a nation waits to see if humanity...or something like it...has survived.

OOC: Is this the asteroid belt right past Mars?

OOC: Is this the asteroid belt right past Mars?

OOC: Yes, it is.

NiePants is my OOC roommate, FYI. ;)

OOC:: Yes, new Region. Go look it up. "Asteroid Belt". Enjoy.

*bumpz0r for the roomie*

The Sakkran Mining Facility picks up the weak, garbled transmission. Foreman Gorrh listens in on it. "Why have we not found evidence of a civilization out here? I thought you Surveyors were thorough?"

The one he speaks to looks up from analyzing a sample of irradiated rock. "Do you think i'm an Archeologist? I have other things to do than go on 'digs'."


Gorrh turns back to his comm station. "Rrraah! Well, let's see what can be done. Survey-ship 054, come in."

"Survey Ship 054 here. What's up Chief!?"

"Do an extended sweep in area (xyz). Search for biosigns. Someone is out there."

"Confirmed. I'm on it Chief."

The survey ship, after long days of searching the deepest region of the Astroid Belt, picks up something strange. Floating not 35 klicks away is a strange fusion of at least three asteriods. The Radiation sensors are having a heart attack because most of the surface is iradiated something fierce. Nothing could survive on the surface... But deep scans show near 7 million inhabitants are located deep within the asteriod.....a small metal structure extrudes from the "lower" half of the asteroid structure....a few moments of static later

Unidentified *zzzzt*rship, this is *zzzzzt*Pants Intellegnce. Please *zzzt*spond. Are you from mother *zzzzt*net Earth?

This is a mission for the TCMC. we are sending 2 Dropships and a ISD to investegate .

*The GCU Semi Colons Are Forever drifts past Mars, on it's way to an unspecified location near Jupiter. It picks up the signal, and sends a reply directed at the region which the signal orginated from...*

tight beam, M2, tra. @n4.28.882.1398]
xSemi Colons are Forever
oUnidentified Vessel

We have recieved your signal. Please identify yourselves.

Can we be of any assistance?
∞

The tight beam transmition is intersepted by the old radio Antenna...moments later there is a small explosion as the old equipment is over taxed, sending a chain reaction threwout the complex, killing 26 people and 12 muties. Radio transmitions..for the moment...are down. Hours later a mutie is sent in a recovered space suit out the only entrence to the inner parts of the asteriod with a flash light, flashing out a beacon till his air gives and he lies dead, the flashlight glowing out into space. The military morns the loss of the Space suit

Well, why not...

ic:

Public transporter Another Life was just returning from Ganymede and it´s DA colony with roughly 40000 citizens, when picking up the signals...

However, the pilot was unable to react accordingly, he had roughly 800 people to transport to earth, and was already one hour to late...

Start transmission to Mars

~ Possibly interesting signals in the asteorid belt ~

~ Further investigation recommended ~

~ If exploration- or military class ships are availabe ~

End Transmission to Mars

*The ship registers the explosion and the subsequent flashing lights, and sends another transmission*

widebeam, M2, tra. @n4.30.925.1398]
xSemi Colons are Forever
oUnidentified Vessel/Object

We repeat, can we be of any assistance?

What happened?
∞

Survey ship 052 picks up the garbled transmission, and sends its findings on the hyper-radioactive surface to the Mining Facility, which is then re-routed back to Sakkra proper. Orders are sent back to engage in First Contact Protocol via SEACTO Charter.

On board the Survey Ship....


Oh, vrelt. This is not my specialization. "Attention unidentified Pants inhabitants. I am not from Earth proper, but a mining outpost within the Great Asteroid Belt. Our homeland on Earth, however, has been notified of your existance and has sent orders to ascertain your needs. The mining facility has also managed to order a Merchant Navy vessel to rendezvous with your coordinates here with a full-scale radiation clean-up crew. They should arrive in a few days. In the meantime, what can be done to alleviate your situation?"

(OOC: Finally! The perfect situation for Spacers!)

The synthetic mind of a long-haul Minos on the way to Tripolis picked up the weak signal on omni-directional. Swivelling the high-gain antenna around to reply, it sent the following:

This is the Guild Ship Santorini en-route to Tripolis. Please resend last transmission.

Within the ship, ambient temperature began to rise- 264, 266, 268, 270, 273...

"Ambient temperature stable at 294 degrees. Welcome back to the waking world."

One of the three man crew started to rub the crud from his eyes as he unzipped his sleeping bag. "Are we at Tripolis?"

"Negative. Possible distress call detected. Investigating."
"Are you sure we have enough fuel?"
"1900 liters above projected requirement to reach Tripolis."
"Very well. Take us in."

The cloaked Nigashar spaceship continued to survey the activity in the region, but didn't interfere.

"Amazing. How did these humans manage to lock themselves in there?"
"No idea, Tzurnashh. Shall we help them?"
"Negative. This seems like a good opportunity to see how the Humans can handle something like this."
"Very well, Tzurnashh."

Nyerguds, Tzurnashh of Interplanetary Invasions, stayed on the bridge and watched the odd asteroid. He didn't like making this decision... but the space army of Nigashar's Earth colony's shouldn't be revealed unless they had no other choice.

Humans are inventive Nyerguds thought. They'll save them.

He sighed, and walked to the Teleportation chamber.

Back to the Colony, then.

*The GCU thrusts towards the asteroid, sending the same transmission twice more, before stopping and attempting to scan the interior of the desolate rock*

Did you find anything?

A large population of near humans recide in there...and in their search they find the dead body of the mutie in an old style space suit. The Mutie is human in shape and size, a bit shorter then the norm at 5'6" and eyes at least twice in size, luminisant and highly reflective...the cavern goes at least five miles down till there is a small metals structure.


(OOC:: heeee..sorry about the post lag, twas at a wedding)

ooc:: *caugh caugh* post bump of doom *caugh caugh*

The Santorini approached the asteroid. A few meters above the surface, one of the cargo-bay doors opened, and a tiny EVC floated out to moor the ship.

After a while sensers can pick up another space suit comming out...a quick scan suggest it's wearer is of the same sub-species of near human as the corpse. His Suit is in a little worse condition and he's taking it slow threw the craggy and speracticly gravity fielded entrence. Over the radio waves a transmition is heard..this time a bit clearer

Um...A..Aproaching space ships? This is sub-ensign Torg of the Mutation Intelligence Corps.... i'm here to b-b-bring you into the m-main hanger so you may meet m-m-my True-Strain supperiourse....C-Come in space ships?

"This is Survey Ship 052. I copy you Sub-Ensign Torg. Ready to rendesvous on your mark." The pilot of the survey ship maneuvers to meet the EVA suited being.

Ah.....mark?

The figure waits to be picked up, looking for all the solar system like a kid at the bus stop at the first day of school. When the ship gets close the mic crackles again.

I-Incoming ship....just...don't crush me aie?

The survey ship scans the being for radioactivity. Getting reports of radiation within acceptable levels, he comms back. "Not to worry. Just gonna depressurize the airlock, and you can enter of your own accord."

The Survey ship slows at 50 meters from Torg.

The CSS Blackjacket
Border Cutter Advanced Class
Condition: Decloaked


The Blackjacket had been observing nearby and a message is sent to the Skarran ship. "This is the CSS Blackjacket, from the Crimmond Empire. We would like to send a shuttle over to meet these people, is that acceptable?"

OOC: Crap, wrong nation... meant to be under Crimmond.

OOC: Skarran?

IC: "'s fine by me. It's up to these folks who meets them."

He aproaches the air lock slowly, stepping in...he waits for represherization then looks around and pulls off his helmet. He's 5'7" or so with long black hair, so fine it drifts in the semi-gravity. His eyes nearly take up a third of his face, flat and reflective..he squints slightly in the lighting. He waits to meet someone, smiling nervousely with thin lips.

OOC: ooops... sorry

IC: The shuttle departs and heads towards the Sakkran(;)) ship, allowing them to instruct the shuttle on where to go.

OOC: No prob. It's a medium-sized surveying ship. Crew of 2, and about 25 meters long or so. Probably an EVA suit is the best way to come aboard.

IC:

Crimmond: "Blackjacket shuttle, this is Survey Ship 052. Please slow to matching speed on our starboard side. An umbilicus will be extended to you for docking.

NiePants: After a moment, the Sakkran captain of the Survey Ship descends a ladder from the upper deck. Standing at 6'10" of blueish-green scaley lizardness, he eyeballs the Sub-Ensign with one eye from the side of his head.

"I take it you are Sub-Ensign Torg, yes? I am Ggraat, commander of this flying heap of scrap parts. So tell me, what makes your people surface now? And do you mind others coming to pay a visit?"

I'm sure the sub-ensign will be happy to invight as many people down as they want...right after he recovers from the fainting spell from seeing the 6'10" LIZARD (of doom) unfortunaly..he's on the floor, sucking his thumb.....his radio crackles

Sub-ensign Torg...come in Torg......shite sir, i think it's air ran out or the stupid thing killed it's self..thats two suits we've hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...click.

OOC: LMAO!

IC: The shutte responds. "No docking is needed, we can send our rep over with a suit." The shuttle slows and a figure drops out an airlock and approaches the other ship , having little dificulty with the ion-pack, it aproaches the airlock and takes hold of a handhold outside it(I'm assuming any sane species would have one out there).

Upon seeing Torg faint, Ggraat cups his hand over his mouth, and vreathes gently.

No, it's not my breath. Hmmmm... "Ssvoor, we have us an unconscious here. Get the sniffing salts and a cot."

From above decks comes another voice. "Vrelt! So now I have to extend the umbilicus AND get the sniff salts? Why not put a coat and tails on me and call me Ruggles?"

"Just do it, you whiny knob."

OOC: Heh. Good thing he's a short one. You should see General Gaarm!

ooc: it think it's more of the Lizardness bit then anything...then again muties are a bit on the delicate side

IC: Sub-ensign Torg is revived quickly...he takes a deep breath
On behalf of the Kingdom of NiePants, we welcome you to our grand asteroid...i mean..if your not here to eat us or anything...could have sworn you said you were from earth...anyway...if you are to eat us, i suggest the True-strains first...we Muties can be useful
He grins up at him nervously..only half joking

The spacesuited figure knocks on the airlock. "Hello? Can... someone open the door please? Being in zero-G isn't as much fun as it seems..."

OOC: Yah, but is he gonna know that?

Ggraat bellows above-decks.

"Ssvoor, you lumbering bag of slowness! Get the airlock!"

"FINE! grumblegrumble i'llgetyourairlockalrightyousassinfrassin..."

Ggraat looks down at the revived being, and seems to wince. "Yes, we are from Earth. Surfaced again 150 years ago after two millenia in hiding. And we're not here to eat you. We eat our enemies while at war; no other time are sentients eaten. Goes against tradition."

The figure enters the airlock and waits through the cycle, much slower than that on Imperial ships, but fast enough.

Steppong through and removing her helmet, the bald woman, appearing to be in her early twenties, nods. There is a strange jewel inbedded in her skin, just below the start of her neck. "I am Lasoora DinAthos, head of the Xenological department on the Blackjacket."

Right then.
Stands and moves out of the air lock
we too were in isolation till we recovered the Antenna deffinate capitalization in his voice There are two sub-speicies..us...well..muties...and the True-strains which are more pure...we lost the war looks down...a little anger there? any way...if you proceed down the crevase to the port..we'll get you in to see Captain Ne'endo....
he looks at his radio and click it off do..um..you have anything to eat? i'm STARVED
He looks over at the bald woman that just entered, elated to see a more human like creature
hello..i'm sub-ensign Torg....
he bows with his head, his chin touching his chest

She nods. "So, you are the one willing to risk his life in that suit..."

OOC: eep! i fixed it!

ic: he chuckles, blinking his huge eyes
not much to give for my kingdom i know but i do what i must..and this baby isn't that bad...i was part of the recovering team for the Antena again that word seems to be capitalized i was very proud. so are you from mother planet earth or...

Ggraat eyes the woman entering with one eye, while keeping Torg in his sights with the other. "Greetings Xenologist Lasoora DinAthos. I am Captain Ggraat, and this is Sub-Ensign Torg. Glad to have you aboard."

"Torg, I am not against the idea of meeting your Captain Ne'endo. I should confer with my superiors and consult the SEACTO charter first though. Ssvoor, do we have anymore roast flank?"

"Why don't you yank off my leg and serve it? I'm doing everything else, may as well serve as a meal too!"

"Don't put thoughts in my head. Now get the roast and heat it up. We have guests!"

Lasoora shakes her head. "Now, I am from the Beta Cygni solar system, some 900 lightyears from here. The Empire itself is based on Earth though, Europe, to be exact."

The bright lighting seems to glint off her naturally bald head as she looks around. "Tell me... why did you choose such a dangerous asteroid to inhabit?"

Lasoora nodded at the reptile. "Lt. dinAthos will serve fine. I've just come on duty an hour ago, so I'm not hungry."

He blinks uncomfortably from the glare, keeping his eyes down cast mostly, salavating at the mention of meat..such honor for such a lowly mutie
Oh it wasn't always like this..the Buuk of Befur tells us that this astroid was a terriforming project of a small nation on earth....but there was a chain reaction among the Nikular (no not a misspelling) reactingers (again not a mistype) that erradiated the survace of the astroids....we retreated...what became the genticly poor muties on one side...the geneticly pure True-strains on the other..that was nearly 900 earth years ago as much as we can figure...

She nods. "That matches up to data we've had of radiation spikes in the belt... we never checked it out though... too many pirates to deal with. Those battles still haunt me with the brutality."

Right.
uncomfortable silence

Ggraat returns with the roast. "I have consulted the Charter. We will proceed as you wish, Sub-Ensign. In the meantime, enjoy this roast. May its fleshy goodness give you great strength!"

He hands the platter to Torg. Side dishes of steamed onion and a glass of brewed Paroo are present.

((OOC: Need someone to stir up trouble? A passing Pirate ship, perhaps?))

He looks at the plate, licking his lips with a flick of a forked tongue...then starts cutting the meat into small bits, the tongue shooting out and wrapping around it, drawing it into his mouth were he nearly dies of pleasure with each bite, taking small sips of drink..he dosn't speak or making any sounds....there is nothing but that delishouse meat

((OOC: at this point they are nearly a mile into the cravess... so i don' think there would be any chance for trouble..))

Lasoora watches the humaniod and frowns. "You don't understand what I mean do you? I fought in those pirate wars just over 900 years ago."

blinks....looks at her...swalllows

you...look good for your age...

Lasoora nods. "Thank you. I'm only middle aged for my race. The humans in the Empire only live to about 400." SHe says it like it's an everyday fact, which to citizens of the Empire, it is.

OOC: Must go now...

ooc: kewl, later
he blinks again...massively
........
blinks yet again
middle aged? he squeeks

"Do not be alarmed. Long-lived peoples are becoming quite common these millenia." A WHIFF WHIFF sound escapes the nostrils on top of Ggraat's head. "Makes for one hell of an over-population problem."

Ah...right.. so...are we going to meet my superiose soon sir?
he seems a little less hesident with talking to the large lizard (of doom), even making eye contact a few times
i should probably worn you....the reseption party will be armed with top of the line Zappers...

OOC: Forgot to put up a pic of what we tend to look like.

http://home.earthlink.net/~peterpank/Ghaar.JPG

"Top of the line Zappers, eh? You may want to alert them, then, not to fire on us. We don't want to create a pan-solar incident, do we? As for meeting your superiors, we are ready when you are."

OOC Player gapes...swallows....goes to get something caffeeney to drink..comes back

IC: They won't shoot..probably...you know what? let me go out first...might be better. How long till we reach the platform?
finishes his meat...hides a few peices away in his pouches and munches on the onion to hide the smell on his breath

Ggraat looks at the nav comp system, and guess-timates. "I'd say we'll be arriving at your port there in about 45 seconds. Gotta be sure that we won't bump into anything, you know."

45..sec.........wow....

okay i'll be the first out...then..well then you... and your pilot..if..um..he's ALLOWED to come......then you will Meet with the True-Strains and be taken to Captain Ne'endo.
he thinks for a second
oh..yeah....
looks down
did you find a body...?


OOC: whats the heat signature on your lizard folk like?

OOC: Cold-blooded and copper-based. Blood runs blue as a result. Tends to be close to ambient temp, but a notch higher.

IC: "Very well. I would think the pilot can decide for herself, but knowing how she is, i'd guess not. Kinda cranky and irritable."

A voice from above decks. "Who wouldn't be, with you at the helm! I fear for my life every second we're out!"

Ggraat's eyes roll into his head. "The hell that is my life."

Just grins
You should meet my "darling" wife.

the ship touches down and he puts on his suit

alright... i will signal you when you may proceed over...good to meet you Captain Ggaart. May history find you a favorable home
he bows his head to him, chin to chest, then puts on his helmet and steps into the airlock

Lasoora watches him go andlooks to the lizard. "You remind me of our leader of Foriegn Affairs. Except for the skull shape and coloration, you could pass as a Brute..."

((ooc: oops...damn i'm a bit on the tired side..redo))

sub-ensign torg walks out into the airlessness of space, reaching the door...he looks back at the ship from another world..memerizing it so he can tell others....then hits the key lock...hits it again...thumps it and it opens and he steps in..... there is nearly an hour wait before an officious and slighlty diffrent sounding voice comes over the radio

Attenzion zee occupants of zee visting ship. You mayz come over at your leezer. Pleeze come unarmed and
pause
know that we are not yer enimezz..so there iz no need for the eating of uz. Thank you, and Zee Great Kingdom of NiePants welcomes you to our Nation.

Ah...thank you?
the door closes and he shakes his head, muttering "these outlanders are wierd..."(she was talking to the lizard dude)

"A Brute, eh?" WHIFF "If you had seen our old EMperor, you would know of a Brute. An appetite that could leave the cupboards of a whole solar system bare. Quite a strapping specimen too. I had to crane my neck to look up at him."

She smiles. "The Brutes are a species, very intelligent reptilians."

Ggraat seems to brighten up some, as if that's possible. "Indeed! I'm certain our present Emperor Gorrm would be interested in meeting with these Brutes of which you speak."

"I wonder, did your Brutes evolve on Earth as we did, or are they an extra-solar species?"

((OOC::CaptN sweepy...need sweep....sweeep good...night all...be on later...))

the radio crackles again
Attenzion zee occupants of zee visting ship. We are vundering what you are doink out zare...can we be ov azzistance?

(OOC: ARG! Too much, too fast!)
Um...A..Aproaching space ships? This is sub-ensign Torg of the Mutation Intelligence Corps.... i'm here to b-b-bring you into the m-main hanger so you may meet m-m-my True-Strain supperiourse....C-Come in space ships?
The Spacer in the EVC sent out a reply. "'Ello. This is the Guild Ship Santorini. Mind if I come inside?"

sub-ensign torg walks out into the airlessness of space, reaching the door...he looks back at the ship from another world..memerizing it so he can tell others....then hits the key lock...hits it again...thumps it and it opens and he steps in..... there is nearly an hour wait before an officious and slighlty diffrent sounding voice comes over the radio

Attenzion zee occupants of zee visting ship. You mayz come over at your leezer. Pleeze come unarmed and
pause
know that we are not yer enimezz..so there iz no need for the eating of uz. Thank you, and Zee Great Kingdom of NiePants welcomes you to our Nation.

"'Ello. This is the Guild Ship Santorini. Once more, mind if we come inside?"

again with the crackling of the radio

Zis is The Kingdom of NiePants to secondship...you may proceed to the docking area though ve vish for you too wait till we have vinished introducink the virst ship. Zank you for comming to our Call.

*Internal musing*

They almost sound like French-folk. Odd.

"Hrr-hrrrrm! Greetings to the Kingdom of Nie Pants. I'll be coming unarmed, and do not worry about the eating. It is not on my agenda."

Ggraat slips the survey ship into the docking berth, and dons an EVA suit. he then opens the air-lock and takes a step out. He's checking for radiation levels and the like. Where in the hell is the access hatch? Ah, there.


OOC: Time on will be spotty until tonight. At work right now. Gives a chance for others to catch up, yes?

EDIT: So my guy doesn't get explosive decompression.

Occ.....outside the ship is space....there ~IS~ no air till you get to the other airlock about 10 m away. just...FYI

Lasoora follow in her suit, not completely unarmed, as her suit has a small built in blaster, but she has it powered down.

Moving towards the other airlock, she motions for the lizard to get moving as she enters.

Ggraat starts reciting stupid song lyrics in his head, just in case there are psychers about.

Come on, let me see you shake your tail feather.....

He follows the Lieutenant through the airlock hatch. He shuts the door and waits for decompression and sanitization.

OOC: lol at the lyrics.

IC: The Lieutenant is busy checking her uplink with the Blakjacket, not worriybg about any psions as all Fleet personel have implants at the base of their brain to feed the psions gibberish or old re-runs of 'Mr Ed'. "It's down... too much radiation an rock." she says. "Oh well, I guess they'll have to wiat until I get back to hear my report."

again with the crackling of the radio

Zis is The Kingdom of NiePants to secondship...you may proceed to the docking area though ve vish for you too wait till we have vinished introducink the virst ship. Zank you for comming to our Call.

"Roger. I'll start on over."

The leetle bity EVC jetted around to a reasonable distance from the airlock, and then set down, digging tiny claws into the surface to avoid floating away. The bubble hatch popped open, and a black-suited Spacer floated out on tether.

IC: Air wooshes around them, then a thin layer of white mist....the mist disapates quickly and the aposing door opens. It leads into another room, staffed with several scared looking Muties, much like the sub-ensign before. One steps forward, shaking, and says
W-w-welcome to N-n-niepants....i mean the kingdom of NiePants..um...if you would care to remove your s-s-suits..you will find that the area beyond this point is quit small and not as r-roomy glances at the Large Lizard, and we d-do not wish trouble with any small suprises any s-s-smart millitary mind would have... swallow
our leaders are just t-through that door.

OOC:Don't worry guys, the goal is just over the next ridge..sorry for the long wait

Ggraat realizes that they're talking about his EVA suit, and laughs a bit.

Whiff whiff "Hrrrr hrr hrr. Not to worry. It just a surveyors suit. But if it makes you feel better, i'll remove it."

He pops open a control panel, and sticks two of his claws into a pair of slots, then turns. the helmet pops off with a hiss, and the chest plating splits in half. he climbs out the rest of the way, and folds the EVA suit in half.

"Very well, then. Lead on."

Lieutenant diAthos nods and removes the suit, revealing the uniform of an Imperial Naval officer underneath. She sets the lightweight suit aside and nods.

The door opens to a very very dark out chamber, about 6' at the most, slightly uneven and craggy astroid rock. As they leave they can hear one Mutie lean over to the another and asks: "What the hell is a "tail feather" and why do you keep wispering about shaking it?", then the doors close, leaving them in complete darkness..there is a crack of electricity. a snap of sickly green light and they can see thier welcoming party. To the left and off a bit is Sub-ensign Torg in military rest, looking uneasy. Directly infront of them are a trio of ....creatures...aobut 4' tall and basicly human in proportion, their heads are broad and their nose is a single nostrall set off to the side a bit. Their lips are thin and human sized, set in a small sneer of superiourity. Their uniforms are light grey in colour, looking exactly the same except for a small pendent of verying sizes that seem to give off Heat. on their hips is a gun the size of a mans forarm, dark grey and white in colour, plastic looking but worn with use. The most striking features of these creatures however is the very LACK of eyes. Where they SHOULD be is a slagged over peice of skin, as if they're forhead had melted down over their eyes. They look directly at the Lieutenant, nodding once in respect....it takes them a few seconds longer to locate Gggraat, almost leaning forward before noding to him to. The lead glances over to the Sub-ensign who hops quickly over to bow to both Ggraat and the Lieutenant:
Lieutenant, Captain, i would like to introduce you to Supream Captain Nene'ndo of the True-Strain.
He glances at the three then leans in..well up to the lizard
I wish to apologize for their strange actions but the True-strain see threw heat...and you don't produce much..so just no fast movement or they me become...
Pause
trigger happy may be the most aproprate word for it.

The lead True-strain, prosumably Supream Captain Nene'ndo, clears his throat and steps forward.
Ziss iz enough Zub-enzign. You mayz return to zee radio room to beginz the repairz.
Sub-ensign Torg snaps to attention then rushes out into the darkness. The Supream Captain turns to the two visiters
I am zee zure that you are zick of beink velcomed here zo i will notz zay it. Ve would like zoo know what iz happening in our zolar zystem...and newz of zee mother planet Earth. Pleaze. Follow me. SO not a request...a "suggestion" from a man use to getting his way right quick and in a hurry. He turns smartly around, grabbing the green light sourse with a bit of distain and starts down another passage, leading deeper into the asteroid

Ggraat follows the Supreme Captain down the corridor not making sudden movements, attempting to piece together recent events on Earth and in the solar system into a tangible order. The Emperor should definitely kow of these people. Seem a bit twitchy.

dinAthos follows, her mind closed off thanks to the implant and she begins to work out what has happened from the fall of the GDODAD to the asteroid impact on the moon to the terraforming on Mars and Venus.

They are quickly taken to a small office in which an officiouse man waits so they can retell their story to him, Captain Nene'ndo sitting with them, listoning intently


At the Air Lock::
The small Scv's radio hisses and crackles
You are clear to enter...Captain Nene'ndo is looking forward to meet you on the other side.


OOC: WHAT IS THIS? Is there TWO captain Nene'ndo's? Is NiePants such a GodModer that he ALREADY had Clone Tech? I mean WTF? OMG NOOOOOOZ!!!!11111:twisted: ~insert another common internet saying here~! Find out, next time on...AS THE ASTEROID DOES THINGS WITH THE STUFF!

The Spacer cycled through the airlock, and began removing his suit. He was 6'5", with generally indian features, but had pale skin and large black almond-shaped eyes.

OOC: WHAT IS THIS? Is there TWO captain Nene'ndo's? Is NiePants such a GodModer that he ALREADY had Clone Tech? I mean WTF? OMG NOOOOOOZ!!!!11111:twisted: ~insert another common internet saying here~! Find out, next time on...AS THE ASTEROID DOES THINGS WITH THE STUFF!
Classic! This belongs in that "Greatest Quotes Ever" thread.

OOC: Ah shucks yall makin me blush


IC:
The spacer is given much the same treatment, taken to a small room so he may explain what he knows about human historyin the time they were isolated....They are offered water and a strips of a lizard like meat, the mutie servent drooling over it as it is served....long, tediouse hours pass with their hosts offering little information themselves....they can see, if observent, when the server leaves a heavily armed pair of True-strain sit outside the room ...if asked they say its for their protection.

"Protection? From what, if I may be so bold. And while I am asking questions, do you happen to have any manner of merlot about?" Ggraat leans back after asking his questions, and touches the ends of his clawed hands together, looking quite content.

Laroona looks about the room and scans the walls with a portable device. If questioned about it, she answers "Just a scientific tool. Gauging how much radiation is getting through."

Captain Nene'ndo clears his throat at Ggraat's question
Well friend, all countriez have ze dizadentz...people that don't agree with ze government and well..are afraid of the...how do you say? alienz... we wouldn't want zou to get HURT! chuckles might ruin relationz. But let me cut to ze quick. Ve vish to zet up zee trade agreementz and the treatez...maybe buyz the ztarship for trading and defenze...ve vish to reenter ze human world! and zince you vhere the virst onez here... vell..zere you have ze it. Az vor this Merlot...I am notz knowic what zat iz.

Laroona puts the device away. "He's not an alien... I am though."

that gives the blind man pause....and you can almost FEEL the blinks
Not what i was getting at... wait where did the accent... You both are ze alienz becauz you are not from our AZTERIOD. Zee comminerz only zee that, yez?

She nods. "I thought you meant alien as in someone not from Earth." She noted the dropped accent, but didn't show it. She conversed with people with strange accents all the time, a German one wasn't that odd.

She thinks. "You said you wanted to know about history? ABout Earth after you left... I'd say you left right around WWVI, well... what would have been WWVI at least."

(( ah...yeah...see we went threw that...*points to posts above* it's been several hours since you've entered the room, and you were grilled for information that intire time))

Ggraat blinks his eyes, one at a time. "Trade? Ships? Defense? For that level of talks, you may want to speak to CEO Kargaah of Hreer Weapon Works, and Director Shhaag of Kastaa Power. They usually are in charge of trade and defense contracts and the like. I could give you a line to their offices if you want. You should understand, i'm just an astro-geological survey ship pilot. I don't have the authority to finalize any agreements of that level."

"Normally, I could be patched into their comm frequencies, but the radiation around here is too disruptive."

(( ah...yeah...see we went threw that...*points to posts above* it's been several hours since you've entered the room, and you were grilled for information that intire time))OOC: Oh.. ok.

But of Courze. But ze must be tired...we can offer accomidazionz or you may go back to your zhip.

"I think i'll head back to my ship. I need some time in my heating chamber to get up to speed again. The temperature is a little less than optimal for me. While i'm there, I could try to send a wire out for someone of greater rank in our society to come and discuss the matters of which you spoke."

ut let me cut to ze quick. Ve vish to zet up zee trade agreementz and the treatez...maybe buyz the ztarship for trading and defenze...ve vish to reenter ze human world!

"Trade? Ah. How nice. We were just on our way to Tripolis when we stopped here. It would be no large thing to take someone along with us to discuss a trade agreement."

the spaceguilders Captain Nene'ndo

Exzellent! Can ve zend two? a vepersenative of both razes?

The call is made from Ggraat's ship, to the mining facility. It is the relayed to a number of mirror comm satellites, and finally to the offices of CEO Kargaah of Hreer Weapon Works.

The message contains the situation as it stands on the asteroid of NiePants, including their lack of good wines. Kargaah chomps on his cigar, and ponders the message. He comms his aide in the next room. "Ssaach! Cancel all my appointments for the next week. Get my assistant to conduct factory inspections and such. I got me a date with a potential customer!"

Afterwards, he comms the Orbital Shipyard to get his personal cruiser online and ready to move out loaded with 30 magnums of quality merlot, as well as his escort ships. He receives confirmation, and heads to Eeorouh Spaceport. The shuttle launches with him and his guard up to the Orbital Shipyard. This all takes a total of three hours.

dinAthos tries to conact the border cutter again and remarably gets through. "Very good Lt. dinAthos. We're having to boost our signal a lot, but using the ship you came in on as a point to focus our signal, it's getting through. She nods at the small screen showing the bridge, it was rather grainy and staticy, but good enough to pick up the captain's face clearly. "That's good to-" she frowns as the picture blinks out, leaving only the Imperial Fleet Symbol. "They cut me off..."

the spaceguilders Captain Nene'ndo

Exzellent! Can ve zend two? a vepersenative of both razes?

"I expect so. We have enough extra room to take on the three crewmembers of a second ship in the case of emergency, so we should be able to handle two representatives just fine."

Kargaah boards his personal cruiser with his guard, and orders the preflight check to begin. He then performs an inspection, and finds everything satisfactory. His cruiser is top-of-the-line with the latest Sakkran weaponry, armor, engines and sensors. He retires to his quarters, and his guard do the same. the furnishings in this ship make it seem more like a mobile mansion than a re-fitted military cruiser.

The preflight check is complete, and the Kasaat leaves its berth, along with three corvettes as escort. "Communications Officer Ggaarl, when we are in range of communication, I want you to send this message. Turn on your recorder."

"Confirmed, sir!"

Greetings to the people of NiePants. I was made aware that you wish to induce talks of trade, defensive equipment and the like. I am on my way personally to initiate these talks, and meet your people. We can discuss your needs, and mine as well. Realize that this is not an Imperial visit, and so you will be freed of lots of beaurocratic red-tape, restrictions and the like. I look forward to meeting you, and you may expect me within 8 standard hours Terran Time.

Best regards,
CEO Kargaah
Hreer Weapon Works

"Did you get that Ggaarl?"

"Confirmed, sir."

"Very good. Now have my steward report to me with a magnum of that merlot we have on board cracked and ready. I have a monumental thirst after that shuttle ride!"

"Confirmed, sir."

SpaceGuilders:: Exzellent. Ve vill zend two reperzentatives vith a small quantaty of Zappers, Energy crystalz and a few bottles of GwarGut Wine....it haz ze kick of a Gwar laughs at his joke



Kargaah:: It iz with ze greatezt pleazure to greet you for zee talks...I will personaly be waitink with a bottle of Gwargut wine. Captain Nen'endo out

After the afore-mentioned time passes, Kargaah's ship comes into visual contact with the NiePants Asteroid.

http://home.earthlink.net/~peterpank/escort.jpg

The captain of the ship sends a comm.

"Attention NiePants Space Control, this is the cruiser Kasaat. Please transmit docking coords and protocols."