NationStates Jolt Archive

Unveiling DNS-2, identical to her sister-ship DNS-1. Construction on DNS-2 began shortly after the finishing of DNS-1, as shown here : http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1465147#1465147

Also in that thread are the specs.

The ship will be undergoing space-worthyness trials, then will serve as DNS's main military base/shipyards. It will fly in tandem with DNS-1, unless called away by emergency.

Bump... will add launching cerimony when i can think in a straight line.

A slowly revolving bottle of champaign floated through space. It was brilliantly illuminated by spotlights, untill the bottle broke against the bow of the ship, it's contents slowly floating away in small amber blobs. A cheer broke out in the oberservation decks, and a high-class party broke out.

It might not have been the fastest ship, but it was the strongest. It could outslug anything that anyone could throw at it. It had over 3 thousand guns, launcher assemblies, and cannons.

It was the DNS-2.

Military vessel, ship of the line.

One man kept to the back of the crowd. He sat at the bar, staring into a glass of brandy. While the rest of the room was brightly lit, the man had seemed to have found the one place that any sort of shadow could be found in. A black synthleather overcoat obscured most of his features, though that didn't stop Bill from finding him. He slid into the seat next to him.

"For a man getting his command your unusually gloomy."

"Ha, easy for you to say that. Your ship can actually move, mine has problems getting enough thrust for the slip conversion," replied Dauge Villet, looking into his glass with a look of solemity.

"Speed isn't everything... Well... not really everything. Besides, with this you're gonna be defacto Captain of the Fleet. Seat on the council and everything."

"Ha, as if I wanted to be on the Council." He drank the amber liquid down, and near-slammed the glass on the table. "They're a bunch of blubbering old fools. They havn't been able to make any kind of stand on any issue since I was a green-faced cadet out of the academy."

Bill sighed. Everyone knew that the Council was useless nowadays, but there was no way that could be changed. "I know, I know. You just have to try your best. Good luck Captain, you're gonna need it."

"Heh..."

Bill walked away, leaving the man to his thoughts. A small light flashed in his HUD, it told him that the Apparition was ready to leave. And some sort of disturbance was going on in the 24-b Sector. Something about 234532238954327534275342 n00ks.

Bill shook his head, and as he walked reloaded his gun with the Ignore ammo.

*Anthony Moss, in his full uniform, walks on in and mutter quietly to himself 'I hope I am not too late'. He glances out the observation deck and looks upon the large ship of the line, noticing it's array of weaponry, and looking at it with awe. He glances over at the bar and sees a fellow sitting there, probably the captain of the vessel christened this day. He walks on over, the medals on his jacket sparkling in the light of the observation deck's lighting arrangement. Anthony sits down next to the captain of the vessel and begins conversation.*

"A real beauty that ship is." says Anthony, who removes his hat and sets it down on the bar, slightly to the left of him "A beauty both physically and in military capability from what I observe"

*Moss then requests a small shot of vodka from the bartender and sips it down*

http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/isles_of_wohlstand.jpg
Comrade Anthony Moss
National Representative of the People's Republic of Wohlstand
First Congress of the Wohlstand Socialist Labor Party.
"Gleichberechtigung, Frieden, Ünd Gesundheit"
Wohlstand Constitution (http://members.lycos.co.uk/ccrg/fourm/viewthread.php?tid=8)

Yo, DNS, we should RP something. It could involve DNS-2. I haven't done anything with you since the old Empire convinced you not to blow them up.

"She's just a beartrap. Once she's got you in her grasp the only way you'll ever leave is by cutting off your own leg," replied Dauge.

"As spoken by a man who never wanted the trappings of office. But it is good you are both here, we need to talk," said Kail Peters as he slid in next to Dauge. "Moss, you saw the AE communique that I sent your office, correct?"

Yo, DNS, we should RP something. It could involve DNS-2. I haven't done anything with you since the old Empire convinced you not to blow them up.

Get a guy to the bar, you'll see why in a minute. And for the moment I'm gonna have DNS-2 have a nice, happy, normal flight after the party. No terrorist assaination plots yet.

In full uniform, Mer looks at the marvelous ship in awe. 'What a beauty it is', he thought to himself. 'What effort put into it, what technology. Wouldn't the Matsue like to be associated with this?'.

"Bartender, get me something without alcohol."

OOC: In my nation, prohibition is in effect.

A Xanthalian intelligence officer sits at the bar, drinking a martini. As he finishes off the first, he signals the bartender to bring him another. He had been sent to board DNS-2 and scope out it's systems but security was too tight and the Ministry hadn't provided him with adequate resources. So, he had abandoned his mission and was now simply relaxing before reporting to his superiors.

"Yes, I recieved that and read over it. It sounds like a very good idea, and me and my nation, my people, whole heartedly support the fundamentals of the AE, as well as the congress fully supporting its ideals."

*Moss stops for a second and then begins to talk once more.*

"And about that, I believe we should make a set of guidelines for the AE, like what the Wohlstand Constitution is to Wohlstand, basically a basis for all the laws and rules we make, and cannot ever be changed once agreed on."

"Perhaps, but it's scope is more nebulos than to be restricted into a set of rules. The basics are clear, such as don't use WMD's without a good reason, or the unit-sharing already enjoyed inbetween our two nations," with a hand Kail calls Mer over. He slowly looks over another man sitting at the bar, and pegs him for Xanthalian intelligence. Something about the cut of the suit struck him as wrong. It looked like a DNSian fashion, but one or two lines were out of place, exactly where they would be in Xanthalian fashion. He hesitates, then has the bartender ask him to come over.

"For now we keep it small, no more than 4 nations. We also need to make sure that this dosn't reach the outside world. No one knows but the nessasary people our governments and militaries."

"Perhaps, but it's scope is more nebulos than to be restricted into a set of rules. The basics are clear, such as don't use WMD's without a good reason, or the unit-sharing already enjoyed inbetween our two nations," with a hand Kail calls Mer over. He slowly looks over another man sitting at the bar, and pegs him for Xanthalian intelligence. Something about the cut of the suit struck him as wrong. It looked like a DNSian fashion, but one or two lines were out of place, exactly where they would be in Xanthalian fashion. He hesitates, then has the bartender ask him to come over.

"For now we keep it small, no more than 4 nations. We also need to make sure that this dosn't reach the outside world. No one knows but the nessasary people our governments and militaries."

"That sounds fine with me, after all suggestions are sometimes meant to be refused. Basically, we will be a covert alliance of freedom fighters, if I am correct?"

http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/isles_of_wohlstand.jpg
Comrade Anthony Moss
National Representative of the People's Republic of Wohlstand
First Congress of the Wohlstand Socialist Labor Party.
"Gleichberechtigung, Frieden, Ünd Gesundheit"
Wohlstand Constitution (http://members.lycos.co.uk/ccrg/fourm/viewthread.php?tid=8)

Mer comes over to Kail. "What did you need me for?"

"Moss, exactly."

"Mer, <insert data about AE that DNS is too tired to write up>. Moss should have sent you something about it. Do you have the authority to sign to the treaty?"

Kail pulls out a tablet from underneath his sports-coat.

[code:1:7c1d9e2d58] The undersigned, representing their nations, hold that their nations shall act in the best intrest of freedom, liberty, and do everything that they can to prevent the power of tyranny and dictatorship from become the ruling powers of the universe.

The undersigned are the founding members of the Alliance of Equals,
DNS: [signed] Kail Peters
Islands of Wohlstand: [blank]
Terra Matsu: [blank]
Xanthal: [blank]
[/code:1:7c1d9e2d58]

*Anthony Moss pulls out a writing utensil, and signs himself onto the tablet*

"Me and my people agree"

[code:1:3b0688cd95] The undersigned, representing their nations, hold that their nations shall act in the best intrest of freedom, liberty, and do everything that they can to prevent the power of tyranny and dictatorship from become the ruling powers of the universe.

The undersigned are the founding members of the Alliance of Equals,
DNS: [signed] Kail Peters
Islands of Wohlstand: [signed] Anthony Moss
Terra Matsu: [blank]
Xanthal: [blank]
[/code:1:3b0688cd95]

"I, Mer Z'wer'de have been granted full permission to perform actions as for the well-being of The Matsue Islands, and Terra Matsu."

Mer signs on the line:

X____Mer Z'wer'de, The Matsue Islands; Terra Matsu____


The tablet now reads:

[code:1:1fc70aed2e] The undersigned, representing their nations, hold that their nations shall act in the best intrest of freedom, liberty, and do everything that they can to prevent the power of tyranny and dictatorship from become the ruling powers of the universe.

The undersigned are the founding members of the Alliance of Equals,
DNS: [signed] Kail Peters
Islands of Wohlstand: [signed] Anthony Moss
Terra Matsu: [signed] Mer Z'wer'de
Xanthal: [blank]
[/code:1:1fc70aed2e]

The Xanthalian officer obtains another martini before making his way warily to Kail. "Yeah?"

Sign Xanthal.

He takes a sip of his drink. "Well? What?"

OOC: sorry bout that. got dragged to dinner.

IC: Kail looked at the Xanthalian intelligance person. "I don't suppose that you have a bit of wiring left in your skull from that AI supercomputer a few years back? Or at least a way that you can have your government endorse your signing of this? I know your Xanthalian intel, the coat is cut wrong for a DNSian, but just right for a Xanthalian knock-off. If Xanthalian intel is as good as it is rumored to be, this alliance was known to your department before it became words on a piece of paper."

The intelligence officer (his name is Daniel Marks) is surprised, but doesn't show it. "Yes, I am from Xanthalian Intelligence. You are very perceptive. I will make sure that my department corrects the error in the uniform." He takes the paper and looks it over. He laughs out loud. "You're getting your signatures for the AE here? What the hell?" He slaps Kail on the back. "I like you! My name is Daniel. Daniel Marks. What's yours?"

Kail smiles back, "Kail Peters, and as a intelligance man yourself, you must see that any other place would raise undue... awareness among the other sides. Besides, I have yet no doubt that that ship being launched will serve a grand purpose in our little venture. Besides, it is slightly fitting; 2 parts Military, 1 part Intelligance, and 1 part political. For our enemies it will be a recipe for disaster, for us, a recipe for hope."

On his way back to the Apperition, Bill had stopped in a bar to aquire... refreshments for the crew. After all, a man in control of all his fauclties is in control of his faulty facutlies as well.

A Bard, his kind somehow surviving the adges, pucked away on a harp in the corner of the establishment.

"The age of the evil
Once brought to an end
By heros; travelling through the morn
To fight the beasts; blowing horn

Once again having come
With the wise men
Never once seeing the rise
Because their heads were stuck in meat pies

A wound festering over
Difileing all it touches
The cauterising element never
Having been applied

Time is fickle
Rimes doth but trickle
Hero still can save
But the Evil light will but show the way"

Daniel shrugs. "I could sign it, but it would be against protocol. such treaties must be signed by the chairman of the Xanthalian Senate."

"I would also imagine that 'such treaties' would be signed at a diplomatic occasion, instead of on the bar at a party, with one or two of the people here moveing steadily toward the state of drunkeness."

Daniel pulls a pen from his pocket and poises it over the document. He pauses. "You realize that by letting me sign this you give the Republic free reign to declare the whole agreement invalid for lack of official approval?"

"Yeah, but they already voted on it. Sides, you're an instrument of the governments will, and they can't really admit they sent a spy here to look at the DNS-2 without us clapping you in irons, so they might as well say that this was your purpose for coming."

Daniel smirks and quotes what would be recognized by one versed in such things as an old Xanthalian proverb from the days of the Second Empire. He has substituted the word 'Republic' for 'Empire' though, to make the quote applicable. "For the sake of the Republic they would gladly put me in chains. For the sake of the Republic I would gladly go in chains." He signs the document 'Daniel William Marks'.

Kail smiles and pours his drink over the tablet, the alchol telling the nanosites in the tablet to make solid, and unalterable.

"Well, what's done is done, there's not much else we can do now. Except drink to the success of the ship, her crew, perhaps her captain, and to the new alliance, may they all fly as they should." Kail raises his glass, and downs the last of the brandy in it.

"A shame I could not get a good look at her. She's a beauty. The Republic sees even the ships of it's allies as possible threats. It is a wise stance, if a bit paranoid. I guess paranoia is healthy in these violent times."

"Oh, you can still see her, abit with my entourage on the official tour. And no where near the facinating bits like the engines and weaponery, we would't want to you go back empty handed," Kail smiles as he talks.

Daniel finishes off his drink. "I'm an intelligence officer. Any data I can bring back will be appreciated. Want to see a sample of our technology?"

"I would be a fool not to, though if it is of an killing or maiming manner it may cause the guards to be very annoyed." Kail signals for another drink, and continues.

"But the time for gaites is not apon us. Sorry to put you on the spot Daniel, but time is not our ally. Moss, you will remember Kieales, Daniel you may have heard of it. Mer, this was before your time. There is another rebel uprising, this time in the portion that has been sold to Neo Earth. It is pro-democratic, and we feel the need to support them, having failed before in freeing their country. If the rebellion spreads to the Belem-controlled areas, all the better."

#Is it wise to place this event in our timeline?#

OOC: Not really, but screw it. Just pretend it's some ground battle on a far-off planet.

#Oh, brother... I know I'm going to regret this. What tech. level should I use?#

OOC: Future tech is still in place for this RP.

#For this one, yes. Speaking of, I should continue it.#

Daniel smiles. "Well, if it's recon. you need, the little toy I have along with me will help. Follow me and prepare to be amazed." He walks out of the bar and towards the docking area.

Kail follows, dragging Dauge with him.

"Considering that this device would have been used against his ship, I'm choosing to belive that the point of bringing it was to show us it," says Kail, half-dragging an iebriated Dauge.

"Actually, it's how I got here at all. You'll see what I mean soon enough." They enter the docking area. Five ships are docked in this section; two DNS military transports, a civilian transport, a DNS warship, and a shuttlecraft. Daniel grins. "Guess which is mine?"

"Either the civilian craft or the shuttlecraft, unless the device is a disguiser, then one of the military vessels."

Daniel laughs. "You can't be wrong whaen you guess every ship! Oh well, come on." He steps into the DNS warship and begins making his way to the command center. He greets some of the crewmembers aboard as he goes along, all of them are dressed in DNS military uniforms and go about their duties as normal.

"Hm... I have an odd feeling that I don't pay these soildiers salaries. Mind clueing me in?" Kail asked, as he still dragged an inebrieated Dauge along.

"Certainly. Are you ready to see the best kept secret of the XMI in truest form? If you are, kindly tell your defense forces not to fire on us when I show you."

"They wouldn't fire with me aboard, but one second," Kail stops for a moment to issue a command through his cybernetic interface, then contiues to follow. "Do what you wish, they've been told not to fire."

Daniel reaches the command deck and sits in the captain's chair. "Well then... Behold, the Xanthalian Mimic class shuttle. Computer, end mimic. Authorization Daniel Marks. 88984."

The elaborate illusion of false sensor readings, force fields, and holograms disintegrates; the crew disappears in a shimmer of light and the ship is revealed to be merely a large shuttle with a spartan interior and exterior. The entire thing is coated in holographic and forcefield projectors. Three men inside fit comfortably, Daniel sitting in the pilot's seat.

"I should have known that you would have something like this up your sleave. How are sensors at picking up the extra EM radiations created by the fields?"

"Easy tiger, I'm no techie. I would imagine that it's all a part of the sensor system. It masks the true ship and emits false readings that mimic the ship it is disguised as. It's all quite ingenious. The primary mode of transport for XMI agents. Even so, we manage to keep them pretty much under the radar of other nations. Most governments know they exist, but none actually knows how they work, or how to detect them consistantly."

"Perhaps you could persuade a tech person to talk to us about them, as a sign of friendship... eh?"

"Heh heh heh... No."

"Sigh, just going to have to go back to plan B on that one then. We should be getting back to the party, I have a feeling my, and his, presence will be missed," said Kail as he gestured to Dauge.

"You'll want to look at the sensor readings you got. Don't worry, they'll just show a big blur in space. The sensor masks are still in operation, even after the mimic ends."

"Sure," said Kail as he made to leave the craft. "I would love to stay, but diplomacy calls." Kail makes his way back to the party.

Daniel undocks and flies off in the shuttle, heading back to Xanthalian space to meet with XMI officials.