NationStates Jolt Archive

Parmisia (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=118850&highlight=) had finally emerged from generations of chaos, and its intelligent bipedal natives were again reaching out to the universe beyond their modest little dusty planet. They had no idea quite where Gom II was going, and had they known the nature of its possible contacts the Parmisians might not have bothered launching the little box..

Gom II probe signal confirmed

Parmisia was delighted to hear that its cheap flying box was working. It was now down to chance, the Parmisians supposed, as to whether or not the probe would meet with intelligent life out there in space.

Knowing the luck of the Parmisians Gom II would probably be hijacked by Gaklorian pirates.

Damnable ape-men! Muttered Gian Molig in a regal chorus of grunts and snorts as befitted the last Parmisian king. The universe had better agree on the savagery of such pink, hairy beings or this whole damn programme is off.

Gom II drifted onwards. Had a Parmisian female or child climbed inside, as it had been insisted they could if they tucked their knees in, they should have been very bored by now. Or more likely dead. The ion engine pushed Gom II along at a gently increasing speed as it left the little Parmisian system far behind. Of course Gaklorian pirates didn’t attack it as the Gaklorian pirates were still marvelling at an explosive concoction that one of their finest alchemists had recently discovered. He said that they could use it to throw arrows probably all the way to Parmisia, which would teach those Parmisians a thing or two!

Everyone said he was mad, but then he shot one of them and blew-up his house. The rest stopped talking ill of the alchemist after that.

Gom II carried on transmitting its little bleep, hoping to find intelligent life that might want to learn of Parmisia.

*TAG*
I got an idea for contact will telegram you about it k?

<tag, good writing, later response>

(Thanks. Looks like this might go somewhere, eventually! (AKA Bump-in-light-of-new-interest))

This is going to hurt, thought lt. Commander Greg Determination thought as he reflected upon the situation his ship was in. His ship the Vigilant was a new Turbulent class Light cruiser purchased from the Vernii. A good, dependable ship, perfect as a escort lance leader. His convoy happened upon a derelict freighter, obviously attacked by raiders, it was obvious because the raider was still latched to the ship. It was his lucky day he thought at the time as he detached his ship from the convoy and chased after the scrambling enemy ship. Being in deep Space the pirate jump into hyper space and he followed. Apparently the Pirate had sustained FTL drives as his ship caught in the delta band a mere two hours later.

The problem with hyperspace battle was that a wedge could not exist, no missile could be launched or sidewalls, leaving ships extremely vulnerable to the only available weapons, Energy weapons, battles turned into knife fights and were over in the space half a minute.
And so this battle would be Determination thought with grim well umm determination.

“Turn to port oblique, fire as they bear.” He stated calmly to the Navigation and tactical officers knowing his order would soon bring death and destruction on both sides.
“Commencing FIRE!” with that the 2 90cm lasers and the pair of 50 cm grasers spoke in anger at the pirate ship, tear it apart, it responded a micro second later with its pair of 60 cm Grasers. It did not have time for a second broadside as the 4 more beams hit its nodes blowing causing failure of its alpha nodes. These are the nodes that make FTL travel possible the pirate was force to drop to the alpha band and exit FTL. Determination’s ship followed suite.

Smoke, and sparks fill the bridge, Determinations nose filled with the spell of burnt flesh, and cries of anguish filled his ears.

“Damage reported on decks Five and One, the holed us through with those Grasers. Missile 4 and 5 are inoperable as well as lidar, 10 reported spaced before the sections could be contained. Medical Staff is on the way to the bridge.”

”Reconfigure to wedge, Comm. that Pirate vessel” The communications officer signaled a channel was opened. “Pirate Vessel this is the CNS Vigilant, You are ordered to surrender and prepare to be boa…” The Pirate frigate then exploded in a ball of flame, “Guess that ends that…Launch Pinnaces recover any commence EPW search”
“Sir I have something I think you should hear” the comm. Officer stated
“Go ahead, Ensign”
An unintelligible language fills the bridge “Get that to a linguist, find out what its saying, what’s the source?”
“It appears to be coming from a slow moving object, half a light minute away, sir.”
“As soon as the pinnances are recalled, set a course.”

Darn these fourms

[OOC: See here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=132001&highlight=) for the origins of Fido.]

Fido blinked (metaphorically) as a fresh tide of data washed through his nets.

He had been sitting in this node for the past half-hour, watching a space battle through the radar eyes of robot freighters and the giant mirrors of spacebourne telescopes.

He had been sifting the data, attempting to find out more about the weapons being used. Then something new had turned up.

Fido disconnected from the freighters, absent-mindedly erasing his tracks as he went. He sliced easily into a small Jovian radar telescope, and scrutinized the area.

Interesting.

Fido copied a signal-analyzation program into his external RAM, hijacked a few quadrillion CPU cycles from the nearest supercomputer, and left it to chew on the data. Meanwhile, he continued to examine the probe...