NationStates Jolt Archive

Somewhere, lost in the dark anonymity of space, lurked a space colony.
Hundreds of years earlier, a meteoritic impact had depressurized the massice cylinder and knocked it on a collision course with Vega. By now, it was passing through the Oort Cloud of cometary debris outside the Sol System.
From the outside, it appears to be a very big, metal cylinder. Two holes on opposite sides of the cylinder show a twisted vision of the "good life," homes and fields covered in darkness and ice. Frost rims the holes, the frozen remnant of the water vapor that once made the colony habitable.
Inside, it's a town.
Modeled after 1950s America, the town has a large amount of homes, a fire station, police station, town center, small downtown area, and a few protofastfood restaurants. A thin veil of frost covers everything, and not much can be seen away from the glittering starlight.
In the parking lot of the house 8900 Clarke Street, a military machine replaced the hover transport that was the staple of whatever long-distance transportation could not be achieved by walking. It was lean, slick and deadly, as wide as the parking lot but extending through the dark street into the lawn of the opposite house.
Seals covered the windows and doors of the once-comfortable building, and a white light glimmered inside...

"Everything is in place, commander."
The smallish Orc spoke in a wavering tone to his supervisor, even though Horace Farfarer had a reputation for gentleness. The kung looked scary and inhumanoid.
"Good, private. They should be here soon. We have instructions to allow..." He looked at a list. "The nations of Valient, Arbra, Intergal...ll...llactic Hell, Derieties, and... an obscure nation, doesn't say which one."
He looked up. The snaga, the kung, and four Drej guards looked quite out of place in the family room, but that didn't prevent them from lounging on the comfortable couches.
"The Emperor Himself released a message that he had Called these nations, or their leaders, with a message telling them to get a representative to a blasted colony near our coordinates. Yes, I am expecting them all."
He relaxed in what had probably been a cliche father's easy chair. "I do hope they're nice..."

OOC: Acursed double posts...

Pyro Dread seemed to stalk the launch pad, getting a feel for the machine that would protect him from the harshness of the void. He would not board the shuttlecraft unless he was certain it would hold up and actually not kill him. Once the techs convinced him that it was the safest method, he reluctantly boarded.
It was rare for Dread to be out. Most of the populace thought him deposed years ago, replaced by a ram-shackled parliment. How gulible. As was customary of his government, he wore a full-body black suit. Some would say it looked like a jump suit. If he heard that, he'd kill them.
Thinking about this, he tucked away a 12mm pistol if things went wrong. Unlike some other national leaders, Dread had but one body guard with an LAR-45 assault rifle.
After a few hours of making sure the craft wouldn't explode after the engines were lit, the techs gave the green light and the count-down began...

Somewhere near the Sun...

The launch had gone off without a hitch. The shuttle docked with a newly christened jump ship, the Blade Runner. The only full-fledged space ship Obscure Nation had at it's disposal. After the shuttle was safely inside, the jump ship engaged it's hyperspace engines, becoming a blur as it sped into the distance.
It finally came to a halt in the Sol System, where the meeting would take place. Dread wasn't sure exactly why he was invited, since his nation wasn't terribly large.
He had been informed that the leader of this discussion would be an orc. He wasn't really sure what to think, as there were only humans in Obscure Nation. There might have been elves to the north, but they were all but extinct after the genocide Willdawg pulled. He had also been told they had a poor literacy rate, and often became disgruntled for no reason at all. Dread wasn't sure if these were true, although after superfluous viewing of movies, it wasn't hard to imagine.
The shuttle disembarked from the jump ship, begining the journey to the station where this meeting was to take place. After a few hours, they finally reached what appeard to be a frozen utopia. The faces of the dead were pressed against the glass, screams eternally frozen. It was a slightly unnerving sight, but Dread had seen far worse. Dread and his guard walked around for a good while, and at last found a few orcs sitting at a table. He straightened himself, and walked towards them...

OOC: I know this is with the wrong nation, however, I had to do this as the server is being less then complient today.
Oh, and just so you know, Dread has a sarcastic streak...

Three TieFighters screamed over the abandoned colony. They circled the launch area, and then two remained flying while a larger more modern Fighter stalled then landed in a vertical descent. The Fighter bore the markings of the SilveryMinnow Trade guild.

A hatch from the top of the Fighter hissed open, and a solitary figure raised himself from the cockpit. He was dressed completed in Black Plexisteel Battle Armor. A biochemical respirator could be heard from inside his helmet. Reconfiguring the atmosphere to become breathable.

The Dark Soldier walked toward the guards, and spoke with an electronically enhanced voice. "The Sith Emperor of SilveryMinnow has sent me as envoy to your Chief of Staff. Tell your officer that Lord Dark Minnow has arrived."

http://home.stny.rr.com/aryias/sw/tieint.jpg

OOC: Roseway, I'm too busy to partake in another thread. I aplogize, but i have to pull out.

Perhaps another time. :D

OOC: "TAG"

The hestitation of the pad guards forced Dark Minnow into action. Using the power of "The Source." Dark Minnow caused the guards to fall to the ground, moaning in agony, and holding their reproductive organs.

"Take me to your leader, I am not a patient man," said Dark Minnow.

The Orc Leader left unmolested by Dark Minnow, stared a moment then replied, "Yeees?" Shortly before he fell to the ground clutching in pain.

Realizing that Orcs were known more for their physical stature, rather than their mental prowess. Minnow released the Vise grip on the Orcs reproductive areas. He stood for a moment, letting the source guide him. "There," said Dark Minnow. Black Cape billowing behind him, he began striding purposely toward the Headquarters of Horace Farfarer.

OOC: Sorry, I've been off of the computer because of poor grades, just dropping in to see what's going on. Horace Farfarer is a kung, a four-armed, froglike race. The guards are Drej and have no organs. The orc is a snaga and will not be leading the discussion. They are all in a 50s-era house, in the living room. Not much of a party.

IC:
Horace sighed. They always ignored him. Don't look at the seven-foot-tall frog-looking red-haired thing. Stare at the Orc.
"Um. Hello. I'm Horace Farfarer, the Imperial liaison to Roseway. Could you please identify yourselves?"

Pyro sighed. Clearing his throat, he turned toward what he presumed to be another orc. By God, was he wrong. His bushy black eyebrows rose and fell for a split second in suprize, but then he collected himself to speak with the thing.
"I am Realm Leader Pyro Dread of Obscure Nation. Your government requested my company. I would like to officially know what the hell is going on?"
He tried to avert his eyes from the other national leader, the Sith. He had never liked these Sith type, always consuming wealth and power for themselves. Their empire streatched through systems and galaxies abroad. One day, they'd be destroyed. And if Obscurians were the ones holding the axe when it fell, all the better...

With no further attempts to impede his mission, Dark Minnow was ushered into a Reception area by a very helpful Orc Guard. "My Thanks, said Dark Minnow." "Daboo!" replied the Orc, retreating from the room while holding his spiked shield to cover his reproductive organs.

A very wise looking Orc entered the reception area (foyer) of the Ranch Style suburban style home. "Welcome," said the Snaga Orc. "The Kung will see you now."

Dark Minnow followed the Snaga into the living room. The Orc bowed before a very large 4 armed froglike alien. My Kung, may I present to you Lord Dark Minnow envoy of The Sith Empire.

Dark Minnow nodded and then stepped foward. His attention directed toward the Kung out of respect, but also following the prescence of the dangerous looking human, and the 4 guards. "Another envoy perhaps, thought Dark Minnow, this may become a very interesting venture."

Dark Minnow spoke directly to the Kung. "The Emperor sends me to confirm our alliance during these times of trial. I speak for him directly. What are your wishes great Kung?"

http://www.thesith.com/vader/extras/vader1.jpg

((OOC: SilveryMinnow, stop sucking or you're out.))

"Yes. Well, uh..." He cleared his throat. "We have a presentation. It's rather intense, and I'd rather wait until the other delegates get here. Basically, it's going to be an invasion. Earth, I think. The big one."

Dread stared in disbelief. "Earth? Invade? What the hell are you talking about?! My nation is ON Earth! And why Obscure Nation invited to this? Surely there are larger, more able nations to help achieve your... goal?"