NationStates Jolt Archive

A large group of ships, at least 500 of them all travelled through the mass Alcubeirre-Broeck warp bubble. The lead ship, which was at least 760 meters long was just behind the gravitic sheer of the warp bubble. Inside, were the descendants of the original crew, in charge of maintaining the stasis chambers in the ships following them. There were nearly 2 billion people in stasis, with 2132 serving on the lead ship.

At their point of departure, the Earth had become overcrowded, far too much for the mass population of New Russia to stay. It was of their own choice they left, but some of the crew expressed their disgust towards just how crowded the Earth had become. Still they moved on, searching for a planet either with an Earth-like evironment, or terraformable to that extent. Still, the search had gone on for nearly 2 centuries, and the crew was beginning to lose hope.

Inside the lead ship, there was little activity. The bridge was almost dead quiet, with no real activity until a faint beeping could be heard. "What's that?" Captain Piwer asked, almost under her breath. "Captain," came the response, from one of the scanning officers, "We are approaching the next viable planet, ABR-089. I'm going to bring us down to 0.001 Alc." "very good," Piwer replied.

The mass of ships slowed to a point where the distortion of the warp engines was at a minimum, revealing a small, green planet with expansive purple seas. "Well, lets see what she has to offer us," Piwer said, "Let's launch a probe." Piwer was mesmerized by the planet, which by far was the most Earth like they had seen. "Probe away" one of the bridge officers announced, "Recieving data." A 3d display of the planet appeared, with it's essential vitals appearing in list form.


76% Nitrogen
19% Oxygen
5% Trace gases


A piechart appeared, mapping out the trace gases, which there were too many to accurately read. Still, this was an incredible discovery. An Earthlike planet was a cosmic rarity. In their travels, they had travelled over 190 lightyears from Earth, an epic journey bringing them deeper into the galaxy than most people could dream of travelling.

Now, almost 30 years past how long the trip was expected to take, supplies were too low to keep searching. The ships began a slow descent into the planets atmosphere, each one touching down, crushing most of the foliage below it. Now all that was left was to rebuild their home, on a terrain that would be unfamiliar to everyone.

As soon as all of the ships were set down, a satellite was launched. A small craft containing little more than an FTL communications system, sending a short message and the location of the planet.


This is the New Russian colony expidition signalling all nations. We have completed our journey and have touched down on an Earth-like planet. It is no doubt that this journey has been long and difficult. We would like to extend our open arms to all space capable nations, but as of right now, we can not offer any assistance as we are in the process of rebuilding our once great empire.


With that the message kept repeating for another 24 hours, before the probe shut down and burned up on re-entry.

OOC: All but one of the views here are mine. Come on people, what, are you boycotting me or something? Cripes guys...

The Socialist Empire of Xanthal dispatches a single Andromeda class starship, which arrives in orbit of the planet a few hours later. The ship sends down a midsized shuttle, which lands a few kilometers from the TNR landing site. Ten Xanthalians get out and begin trekking toward the New Russian vessels.

The Socialist Empire of Xanthal dispatches a single Andromeda class starship, which arrives in orbit of the planet a few hours later. The ship sends down a midsized shuttle, which lands a few kilometers from the TNR landing site. Ten Xanthalians get out and begin trekking toward the New Russian vessels.

OOC: damn, I lost the entire original post. Gotta do this again.
IC:

The planet was somewhat bewildering to the crew. Most of them had never seen an Earth-like planet before on hand. Most of them ahad only reviewed the ancient texts that had been programmed onto the ship computers. The slightly different gravity and open skies left a lot of the crew amazed.

Lieutenant James Polack tried to survey the landscape as best he could. The area was rather open, with the exception of a few trees that had been crushed under the massive stasis ships. A young mans voice came from behind James. "Sir," the voice said, "I have the status report you asked for." James turned around to face his addresser. "Excellent" he replied, "Let's hear it."

"Well, we still have 96 Stasis ships in orbit awaiting repairs to their landing systems, and we figure that will take 3 weeks. The reactor ship has been completely drained, so we've begun setting up a windmill farm in a field not far from here. We should be at full capacity by tomorrow."

"That's good, but what about the people in stasis down here? How is that going"

"Well, we've managed to 'defrost' around 1092 people, but we can't speed up the process much."

"Why not?"

"Well, the most recent attack by the Gamelon forced us to jettison a lot of our non-nessecary supplies, so we don't have as much to salvage as we planned on."

A voice came from the comm-system on James' waist. "Sir," it said, "We have some unknown people approaching the landing site from the east, via the windmill farm." James picked up the communicator and replied "Send a security detail to meet them, have them escorted back here."

With that, a security team was sent to meet with the Xanthalian forces.

[code:1:71e3f9e9f0]Recieving possible transmission... regularity confirmed, attempting to decode... Protocol of Solar Origin.
pid12@pantocles$>ssh -pw ***** pantocles@satnet.eq
ALL ACCESS LOGGED
Password Authenticated
Working directory public
pantocles@satnet$>psftp -pw ***** pantocles@goldnet.eq
ALL ACCESS LOGGED
Password Authenticated
Working directory public
pantocles@goldnet$>cd dsc
Working directory now public/dsc
pantocles@goldnet$>cd commlogs/pantocles
Working directory now public/dsc/commlogs/pantocles
pantocles@goldnet$>put 06081309112263c12.wav
pid12/06081309112263c12.wav -> public/dsc/commlogs/pantocles/06081309112263c12.wav
pantocles@goldnet$>exit
pantocles@satnet$>exit
[/code:1:71e3f9e9f0]

After looking over the file, Dr. Helmer was ecstatic. And rather annoyed that the von Neumanns hadn't found this planet first. In any case, a ship was dispatched.

[code:1:6d7da77ab6]Recieving possible transmission... regularity confirmed, attempting to decode... Protocol of Solar Origin.
pid12@pantocles$>ssh -pw ***** pantocles@satnet.eq
ALL ACCESS LOGGED
Password Authenticated
Working directory public
pantocles@satnet$>psftp -pw ***** pantocles@goldnet.eq
ALL ACCESS LOGGED
Password Authenticated
Working directory public
pantocles@goldnet$>cd dsc
Working directory now public/dsc
pantocles@goldnet$>cd commlogs/pantocles
Working directory now public/dsc/commlogs/pantocles
pantocles@goldnet$>put 06081309112263c12.wav
pid12/06081309112263c12.wav -> public/dsc/commlogs/pantocles/06081309112263c12.wav
pantocles@goldnet$>exit
pantocles@satnet$>exit
[/code:1:6d7da77ab6]

After looking over the file, Dr. Helmer was ecstatic. And rather annoyed that the von Neumanns hadn't found this planet first. In any case, a ship was dispatched.

The New Russian colony just sat there, oblivious, with no way of scanning that far away.

Via an amazing stroke of luck, the E.S. Flagship was available at the time. A few phone calls, a quick train ride, and somehow Dr. Helmer was able to secure its use, as well as the presence of Chameleon.

Chameleon, always the prankster, announced his arrival rather gloriously, with the supersized thundercrack of a large object exiting an Alcubierre/Broeck bubble inside an atmosphere. The blue-silver disc of the Flagship began slowing its spin as it gently lowered to the ground.

Sarimobia dispatched a military cruiser that just broke through the atmosphere of the planet. It contains over one hundred soldiers and colonists ready to claim part of the planet for itself.

Sarimobia dispatched a military cruiser that just broke through the atmosphere of the planet. It contains over one hundred soldiers and colonists ready to claim part of the planet for itself.

OOC: 100 soldiers? Really? *snicker* Your loss.
IC:

"Lieutenant Polack, sir." a RIS operator spoke up, "We have two vessels entering the atmosphere, one through an Alcubeirre-Broeck warp bubble, and one through conventional means. The latter ship has touched down and sentries seem to indicate military personelle are exiting the ship, approximately... 100 by body heat scans." Polack chuckled. "100 soldiers?" he tought to himself, "foolish lads." Polack spoke up, "Dispatch... 20 drones, set 5 of them to fire HERFs at the ship, and the rest to trap the soldiers. That should do us nicely."

"Aye sir."

The ten Xanthalians meet the security forces about halfway. Their leader steps forward and bows in greeting. "We picked up your transmission. Greetings, I am Salvadore Milonis. I represent the Socialist Empire of Xanthal. Please, take us to your leaders."

The ten Xanthalians meet the security forces about halfway. Their leader steps forward and bows in greeting. "We picked up your transmission. Greetings, I am Salvadore Milonis. I represent the Socialist Empire of Xanthal. Please, take us to your leaders."

One of the guards on the security detail looked the landing party up and down and conferred with one of the other guards. "alright," he finally said, "As a precuation, please give all of your weapons to the guard at the entrance of the base camp." With that, the team was led to the landing site.

The LRRSV Beagle, a converted Goombridge class transport frigate, slides out of its berth. It had left earth three days ago, and was at the small spacedock in the Hyades Cluster.

In the ship's communications room, perched atop the bridge, the message is recieved.

"Oi! Wot's this then?"
"Looks like a planet to explore."

Just then the captain floats up through the small corridor leading to the communications room.

"What have you for us down in the bridge area?"
"Well, it appears as though a former empire has found a planet to settle."
"This could be a problem to some other nations. Best to check it out. Helm!"

The helmsman sits in a seat not unlike that of a fighter, with fighter-like controls. It was a position designed for comfort, and it is very much so.

"Yea, mon capitan?"
"Set course for the New Russian planet. Coordinates should be on the screen."
"They are. H-space drives are fully charged. ETA 1.6 hours."

The beagle dissappears into hyperspace, headed for the newly found planet.

bump

1.6 hours later, the beagle emerges from hyperspace above the planet. Aboard the ship, speakers play "Bolero" by Jeff Beck. The small number of Nonage personell on the ship are shown to portholes, where they can look out upon the planet's surface. Several crewmembers and the Captain walk down to the shuttlebay, where one of the ship's two Thrusta landing craft, their dual automatic cannons removed to look more harmless. They take off, and descend to the surface of the planet.

The Flagship was quite a magnificent sight when it flew low. The underside looked like frozen quicksilver in the shape of two lenses, the larger stacked over the smaller. A ring of blue lights marked the intersection, and curving lines of yellow and white lights divided the 50-meter diameter hull into five sections.

Five hydraulic struts lowered as the ship touched down some 200 meters from the New Russians. A small ramp unfolded from the side of the smaller lense, and out walked Chameleon, in all of his glory-

Or not. Being Chameleon, it would be far more fun to blend into the background for a while.

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

The delegation walks out the back of the landing craft and over to what looks like the command center.

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

The delegation walks out the back of the landing craft and over to what looks like the command center.

Polack approached the delegation. "Good day," he siad calmly, "I'm afraid you are a bit early, as we aren't exactly ready for visitors." He gestured to the shanty twon that was being erected behind him. He continued "If you are looking for a place to stay outside of your own ship, we won't be able to accomodate you." There was a loud crash as one of the shacks behind Polack collapse, causing him to cringe.

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

The delegation walks out the back of the landing craft and over to what looks like the command center.

Polack approached the delegation. "Good day," he siad calmly, "I'm afraid you are a bit early, as we aren't exactly ready for visitors." He gestured to the shanty twon that was being erected behind him. He continued "If you are looking for a place to stay outside of your own ship, we won't be able to accomodate you." There was a loud crash as one of the shacks behind Polack collapse, causing him to cringe.

"Oh, its ok. Our ship is currently in orbit. Perhaps some prefab buildings would help. Don't you have any? We might have some parts to prefab structures in the ship. But, we are aware of your intention to rebuild your empire. This is perfectly acceptable as long as you colonize unpopulated worlds. Any attempts on other nations' territory will not be looked upon favorably."

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

The delegation walks out the back of the landing craft and over to what looks like the command center.

Polack approached the delegation. "Good day," he siad calmly, "I'm afraid you are a bit early, as we aren't exactly ready for visitors." He gestured to the shanty twon that was being erected behind him. He continued "If you are looking for a place to stay outside of your own ship, we won't be able to accomodate you." There was a loud crash as one of the shacks behind Polack collapse, causing him to cringe.

"Oh, its ok. Our ship is currently in orbit. Perhaps some prefab buildings would help. Don't you have any? We might have some parts to prefab structures in the ship. But, we are aware of your intention to rebuild your empire. This is perfectly acceptable as long as you colonize unpopulated worlds. Any attempts on other nations' territory will not be looked upon favorably."

"Well, we did have quite a few pre-fabricated buildings on our way here, during the latter years of the expidition, but recently we ran into some problems with a race of aliens known as the Gamelon. In the recent attacks, they managed to do some damage to our Warp engines, forcing us to jettison a lot of material.

As for rebuilding our empire, we are going to stick to this planet we have discovered. All scans have indicated little more that some indiginous wildlife, but nothing indicating intellige..."

Almost as if on cue, a loud noise could be heard from the east. It sounded sort of like an injured wolf, only much larger. From behind the trees, a massive bird like creature, with a wingspan of at least twenty-five meters flew over head, calling out every few seconds.

"Jesus..." Polack mutterd, slightly under his breath.

"hmph... More visitors.", Polack thought out loud. He was expecting some ships, maybe 1 or two, but this was getting to be a bit much. Still he sent out security teams to escort the visitors to the main campsite.

The delegation walks out the back of the landing craft and over to what looks like the command center.

Polack approached the delegation. "Good day," he siad calmly, "I'm afraid you are a bit early, as we aren't exactly ready for visitors." He gestured to the shanty twon that was being erected behind him. He continued "If you are looking for a place to stay outside of your own ship, we won't be able to accomodate you." There was a loud crash as one of the shacks behind Polack collapse, causing him to cringe.

"Oh, its ok. Our ship is currently in orbit. Perhaps some prefab buildings would help. Don't you have any? We might have some parts to prefab structures in the ship. But, we are aware of your intention to rebuild your empire. This is perfectly acceptable as long as you colonize unpopulated worlds. Any attempts on other nations' territory will not be looked upon favorably."

"Well, we did have quite a few pre-fabricated buildings on our way here, during the latter years of the expidition, but recently we ran into some problems with a race of aliens known as the Gamelon. In the recent attacks, they managed to do some damage to our Warp engines, forcing us to jettison a lot of material.

As for rebuilding our empire, we are going to stick to this planet we have discovered. All scans have indicated little more that some indiginous wildlife, but nothing indicating intellige..."

Almost as if on cue, a loud noise could be heard from the east. It sounded sort of like an injured wolf, only much larger. From behind the trees, a massive bird like creature, with a wingspan of at least twenty-five meters flew over head, calling out every few seconds.

"Jesus..." Polack mutterd, slightly under his breath.

The LRR delegation was somewhat startled. But not that much. The crew of the Beagle had been through such things previously.

"Woah! Now you don't see that everyday. Got that on film?"
"Yep. A beauty."
"This calls for an expedition!"

"Would you folks like to accompany us on a scientific survey of this planet?"

When they reach the base camp they hand over all of their weapons to the guard. "Take good care of those now."

OOC: Two posts in one.

"Would you folks like to accompany us on a scientific survey of this planet?"

Polack snickered softly. "Don't you mean my planet?" he said, then joshingly elbowed the man in the chest. "Sure, why not," he spoke again, "I'll set up a team as soon as I del with these guys." gesturing towards the Xanthalians.


When they reach the base camp they hand over all of their weapons to the guard. "Take good care of those now."


"Ah, good", Polack paused to look at his watch, "Afternoon, I guess." He looked the group up and down. "So, what can I do for you?"

"We have come in response to the message you sent. We seek to open relations, and to ask if you would like to become a temporary protectorate of Xanthal."

"We have come in response to the message you sent. We seek to open relations, and to ask if you would like to become a temporary protectorate of Xanthal."

"Well..." Polack streched on, "We aren't really in need of protection at the moment. Even with the most recent Gamelon attacks, we can still pretty much fend for ourselves. Let me elaborate." Polack led the team a few meters from where they were and gestured to a 2 meter long, cylindircal object. "That there," he continued, "is an Alcubierre-Broeck torpedo. We rigged them up out of a few expired engines. One of these can tear through the shielding and hull of a ship, almost unstoppably."

Polack led the team back to their orginal spot. "Now as for opening relations," he continued, "Until we manage to defrost most of the old government, we aren't really equipped for diplomatic relations, but if you could spare us some metal, and other building materials, that'd be great."

"Can you provide payment?"

*The GOU Get Out Of My Way drifts past the outskirts of the ABR-089 system. It had been sat there for several months, sent out on an expedition to the first Altaranian colony, set up over 250 years ago on a distant planet. It had discovered an anomaly near the outermost planet and was conducting experiments.
Several days ago, it had picked up the signatures of a large fleet converging on a singular planet, and some subsequent signals from vessels of different peoples.
Captain Green heads up to the bridge, barging other personnel out of the way.*

"Ship."

"Yes, Captain?"

"What's the status on those ships we picked up a few days ago?"

"Ah, not much has changed. A couple more vessels have visited the planet, I've picked up nothing major on the sensors."

"Right. What's the planet like again?"

"It's got an Earth-type climate. Similar make up of the atmosphere. We had a colony on the planet some 20 years ago, but all personnel were removed when Contact decided they were needed elsewhere."

"Any change on the anomaly?"

"Nope. Nothing happening there, other than a large surge of beta radiation 2 hours ago. Nothing important."

"Alright. Take us towards the planet. Send a message to Contact, let them know what's happening."

"Done."

*The Captain continues down the corridor. The sleek vessel rotates in the vacuum, and powers away, towards the interior of the system.*

Various RP no-no's.


Umm... okay, considering your post count, you should know this but... Most people take it upon themselves to clear it with people before they put colonies and and anomolies on and near planets that don't 'belong' to them.

Various RP no-no's.


Umm... okay, considering your post count, you should know this but... Most people take it upon themselves to clear it with people before they put colonies and and anomolies on and near planets that don't 'belong' to them.

OOC: Had you read the post, you would see that it was at the outskirts of the SYSTEM, and a colony would have been there 20 years previous, on a different continent/island.

That's kind of the thing with freeform RP, it would get pretty boring pretty fast if noone added anything to it. But, whatever.

Various RP no-no's.


Umm... okay, considering your post count, you should know this but... Most people take it upon themselves to clear it with people before they put colonies and and anomolies on and near planets that don't 'belong' to them.

OOC: Had you read the post, you would see that it was at the outskirts of the SYSTEM, and a colony would have been there 20 years previous, on a different continent/island.

That's kind of the thing with freeform RP, it would get pretty boring pretty fast if noone added anything to it. But, whatever.

And if you had bothered to read this:


As for rebuilding our empire, we are going to stick to this planet we have discovered. All scans have indicated little more that some indiginous wildlife, but nothing indicating intellige..."


Hmm...

As for rebuilding our empire, we are going to stick to this planet we have discovered. All scans have indicated little more that some indiginous wildlife, but nothing indicating intellige..."


Hmm...

Seeing as noone is there, ergo: No intelligent life.

If you are referring to any indication that anyone DID live there, our temporary colonies are all removable. No permanent structures are erected, unless a permanent colony is planned.

Do you want to RP, or do you want to continue spamming your thread with a pointless debate? :?

As for rebuilding our empire, we are going to stick to this planet we have discovered. All scans have indicated little more that some indiginous wildlife, but nothing indicating intellige..."


Hmm...

Seeing as noone is there, ergo: No intelligent life.

If you are referring to any indication that anyone DID live there, our temporary colonies are all removable. No permanent structures are erected, unless a permanent colony is planned.

Do you want to RP, or do you want to continue spamming your thread with a pointless debate? :?

This isn't pointless debate. I like my planets people free. Allow me to explain something.

Even when a series of buildings exists, you don't get a lot of damage, HOWEVER; you still get something else. There are series of pathways near where I live that nobody have used for many years, but they are still there. Now, a colony would need to be self sufficient, so that means that things like slight deforestry, mining, and water purification. Now these things would not only need to be buckled down, which would cause damage to the surrounds, which in an untouched environment would not easily fade off.

Not only that, but I actually have topographical maps that I am working on for the planet itself, leading us to yet another problem. Current designs describe a single continent planet not too different from Pangea. This will also come up in future RPs. What we basically have is a massive supercontinent.

So now we have severely debunked most of your posts, and I'm not even going to touch on how you scanne a mass of ships in Alcubierre-Broeck warp.

1) If you have plans for stuff like this, you should say so in the first post, so exactly this sort of thing doesn't happen.

2) I sincerely doubt your ships would be in warp whilst in orbit above a planet.

3) Since you have made yourself clear, I won't even bother to RP with you.

Good day.

1) If you have plans for stuff like this, you should say so in the first post, so exactly this sort of thing doesn't happen.

2) I sincerely doubt your ships would be in warp whilst in orbit above a planet.

3) Since you have made yourself clear, I won't even bother to RP with you.

Good day.

I shouldn't have to declare it, because most of the time people don't go about and shanghai planets.

OOC: Two posts in one.

"Would you folks like to accompany us on a scientific survey of this planet?"

Polack snickered softly. "Don't you mean my planet?" he said, then joshingly elbowed the man in the chest. "Sure, why not," he spoke again, "I'll set up a team as soon as I del with these guys." gesturing towards the Xanthalians.


When they reach the base camp they hand over all of their weapons to the guard. "Take good care of those now."


"Ah, good", Polack paused to look at his watch, "Afternoon, I guess." He looked the group up and down. "So, what can I do for you?"

The captain looked warily at the New Russian.

"Sure. Would you like to use our shuttle?"

OOC: Still waiting for a reply post from TNR...

"Can you provide payment?"

OOC: Sorry about the lack of replies recently, but I've been really busy at work.
IC:

"Ah yes, I should turn you over to Captain Piwer for that sort of thing. She's the one in charge of trades. Let me see if I can't find her." Polack said. Polack took a small device out of his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times, and said "Captain Elenor Piwer". A small 3D cross-section of the Generations came up, with a glowing light appeaing on the second level, near the front of the ship. "Ah, there we go," Polack finally said, "any trades should be conducted with the captain. Just make your way to the Generations, the large ship around 50 meters north of here and ask to be taken to the bridge."

OOC: sorry about hte psuedo-response, but I really need to seperate the two landing parties, for RP-ease.


The captain looked warily at the New Russian.

"Sure. Would you like to use our shuttle?"

Polack turned towards the captain, "Ah yes," he said, "that would be perfect."

Chameleon moseyed on into the New Russian settlement, generally being chameleon-like. The large birdlike creature rather impressed him. Somewhere near the middle of the settlement, a perfectly normal man, except for his silver skin and neon green eyes, appeared. Walking up to the first person he saw, he stuck out his hand, and said "'ello! Mr. DHX Chameleon, at your service. Could you perhaps tell me what that rather magnificent flying creature is called?"

Chameleon moseyed on into the New Russian settlement, generally being chameleon-like. The large birdlike creature rather impressed him. Somewhere near the middle of the settlement, a perfectly normal man, except for his silver skin and neon green eyes, appeared. Walking up to the first person he saw, he stuck out his hand, and said "'ello! Mr. DHX Chameleon, at your service. Could you perhaps tell me what that rather magnificent flying creature is called?"

The man nearly jumped out of his skin. "Jeezaloo! Where'd you come from?" he shouted, somewhat confused. Quickly getting his bearings, he replied "Umm... we aren't quite sure what to call it. Most of the people around the camp have been calling it a Pterosaur, after an old Earth creature long extinct. Umm... just who are you?"

"Thank you. Just now, or originally? Just now, I came from my big glowy silver and blue spaceship, some 200 meters out of town. Originally, I came from the city of Epsal-na-Narbhal, Earth. I'm the envoy from the nation of Eniqcir. Nice place you've get here. Looks like your buildings need a bit of work, though."

"Can you provide payment?"

OOC: Sorry about the lack of replies recently, but I've been really busy at work.
IC:

"Ah yes, I should turn you over to Captain Piwer for that sort of thing. She's the one in charge of trades. Let me see if I can't find her." Polack said. Polack took a small device out of his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times, and said "Captain Elenor Piwer". A small 3D cross-section of the Generations came up, with a glowing light appeaing on the second level, near the front of the ship. "Ah, there we go," Polack finally said, "any trades should be conducted with the captain. Just make your way to the Generations, the large ship around 50 meters north of here and ask to be taken to the bridge."

OOC: sorry about hte psuedo-response, but I really need to seperate the two landing parties, for RP-ease.


The captain looked warily at the New Russian.

"Sure. Would you like to use our shuttle?"

Polack turned towards the captain, "Ah yes," he said, "that would be perfect."


"Alright. Just let us get it ready."

The crew of the shuttle can be seen outside and inside tightening screws, soldering, taping, and patching. Although the general appearance of LRR craft is one of disrepair, there are few maintainance problems in general. However, they do not want the New Russian personell to loose their heads when a side panel falls off or their seats come un-bolted.

The Xanthalian team leader heads for the Generations, his team in tow. With a little searching they find Elenor and the leader addresses himself to her and informs her of te situation. "...so we were wondering if you can pay for building materials. If you can't we can still provide them fre of charge, but the Ministry of Commerce doesn't like giving things away, so we thought we'd ask."

The Xanthalian team leader heads for the Generations, his team in tow. With a little searching they find Elenor and the leader addresses himself to her and informs her of te situation. "...so we were wondering if you can pay for building materials. If you can't we can still provide them fre of charge, but the Ministry of Commerce doesn't like giving things away, so we thought we'd ask."

"Ah yes..." Captain Piwer responded, "The Xanthalians." she said, pausing to read their name off of a list. "I think we have something we can trade you. Come with me." Piwer led the team down to the engine room near the rear of the ship. "Hey Scotty! Get over here," she shouted.

An older gentleman walks out from behind one of the many large objects that cluttered the engine room. "For the last time, my name is James," he said with an angry tone, continuing, "Err... Captain..." Piwer smiled "Now, Scot... James, these people are asking for something to trade for building supplies, do you have anything to spare?" she asked.

James seemed to lose himself in his own thoughts before he finally realized what to get. He walked behind something, vanishing from sight, before reappearing a few minutes later. "Here we go," he said,
"One Zero-point energy collector, (ZPEC)
912 Page Operations manual
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One ZEPC energy converter
523 Page Operations manual
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One ZEPC Casimr energy bleed-off
346 Page Operations manual
465 Page Technical manual
355 Page Safety manual

This should be all you need to power anything for an infinate amount of time to come. We've just recently gotten ours to run at full power. Just be sure to read all of the manuals." James finished.

"We'll leave that up to the authorities." The leader takes the proffered items and hands them off to his team. "You have our thanks. If you ever wish to establish a formal alliance, we would be happy to accomodate you. Until then we'll see that the supplies you need are provided."
They leave the ship and begin the trek back to their shuttle, picking up their weapons on the way.

*bump*

They reach the shuttle and return to the ship. The Xanthalian vessel remains in orbit a few hours more before departing for the Aellis system. It would be two weeks before Xanthalian shipments of supplies began to arrive, but once they started they would give the colonists all that they needed to rebuild.