NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: I'm hoping to provide a bridge between myself in the modern world to eventually the futuristic world, if only in a primitive sense at first, if this is possible, and I'm open to suggestions on how this can be done)

The Roman Free Press, February 23, 2004

ROME(W)- Emperor Paul XII has announced today that he is going initiate a spending program designed to get RomeW into space.

"You know what it has been said- 'space- the final frontier'. Space is a diverse and fascinating place," said Paul via a teleconference in RomeW from the state of Joccia, where he is currently on a diplomatic mission. "For the future of the Roman people it is our duty to explore space."

Paul admits that the Romans are probably "generations" away from their plans, but he says he would like to see RomeW set up cosmic relations in the near future and have its own space colonies and maybe even planets.

"Our scientists have said they have discovered UFO's and other planets, so we believe there may be life out there. If so, we'd like to communicate with them and build relations and alliances."

After a bloody revolt by the BitingRealitans and the still on-going tensions in Joccia, a Roman ally, the Roman state has stated that they are looking for some "positive news" to lift Roman spirits, and public opinion regarding Paul's announcement is overwhelmingly positive. Close to 96% of all Romans (including Paul's future electoral adversary, Roman businessman Rodin Hartian) are in favour of the space program according to an independent poll conducted shortly after Paul's announcement, and 87% welcome this news after the struggles RomeW has faced in the past.

"Space may be the final frontier," Paul concluded, "but it is ripe for our exploration. So let's do it."

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I'm a Modern-Tech Experimental space capable nation......wow......so low in tech yet got what I need in Space Ships, which arn't THAT fancy, just capable of flight in space.

I'm a Modern-Tech Experimental space capable nation......wow......so low in tech yet got what I need in Space Ships, which arn't THAT fancy, just capable of flight in space.

I wasn't planning on lifting off with a fleet immediately...I'm aware this takes time. Though my intent is to initiate a program to get into space, at least on a very primitive level, even if it will take a long, long time.

EDIT- (OOC: I also know very little about physics and technology in general...so I can't really get that detailed with stuff like this)

Wasnt bashin ya, just sayin somethin, and I can help ya, just TeleGram me for whatever, I'm outa here for now.

My bad then. Anyway, thanks- I think I'm going to need all the help I can get. (TG sent)

*bump* I'm going to update this a little later.

*bump* I'm going to update this a little later.

The crowd gathered around RomeW Astronomy Professor Urani Proletta inside the RomeW Observatory. Proletta was about to make history. In mere minutes, he was to open RomeW's cosmic communications in a bid to find new peoples in space.

"People of RomeW, today we make history. For far too long the Romans have been stuck on this planet when there's a whole Universe to explore! New peoples to interact with! New planets to see! New possibilities!"

The crowd sat in stunned silence, captivated by what Proletta had said. "We are aware that long-distance exploration may not be of our generation, but it will be soon. Today we open up inter-planetary communications from RomeW for the first time- all with the press of a button. After I press this button, this observatory will launch the first radio signals into space, which will be used for inter-planetary communications."

With that, Proletta pressed the button- and so RomeW's cosmic communications began.

OOC:Im already future tech, so maybe we could help you, im not a Star Trek Federation kinda thing, we dont have a prime directive, lol, our large ships use instantaneous wormholes, fighters etc use a slower long-jump system.

*A Few Days later, A Aranamorian Carrier picked up these signals, and was intrigued...*

"AAS Leipzig To Command, we are picking up signals, and are dispatching a dropship and a wing of fighters to the source, they should take a few hours by long jump.."

"Command Here, Understand, and hope you dont get a wing of fighters shot down!"

"Hehehe, Launching now, and initiating their long-jump systems"

(back to you)

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OOC: Arenumberg, we appreciate the help and will glady accept it, especially because I have a vague idea of where to go from here (because I don't know much about physics and technology)

IC: Proletta jumped for joy when he heard the message. "We have a response! There is someone out there! Wow, that was quick."

Proletta went to the communications microphone to speak to the nation that responded to RomeW's signal. "Hello! We are the Empire of RomeW! We are a peaceful and compassionate nation who is just recently starting its own Space program and would like to start our own explorations and forge new cosmic alliances. Who are you and where are you located?"

Proletta stared like a giddy schoolchild awaiting the response.

OOC: Arenumberg, we appreciate the help and will glady accept it, especially because I have a vague idea of where to go from here (because I don't know much about physics and technology)

IC: Proletta jumped for joy when he heard the message. "We have a response! There is someone out there! Wow, that was quick."

Proletta went to the communications microphone to speak to the nation that responded to RomeW's signal. "Hello! We are the Empire of RomeW! We are a peaceful and compassionate nation who is just recently starting its own Space program and would like to start our own explorations and forge new cosmic alliances. Who are you and where are you located?"

Proletta stared like a giddy schoolchild awaiting the response.

"You have alerted the New Aranamor Alliance of your existence, welcome to the intergalactic community, we have a dropship and a wing of fighters incoming to your location."

"We are from the Veledine System, 18 Lightyears from Sol, if you must know!"

OOC: Ill be away for till 2morro, so u can be awaiting my vessels..

Proletta leapt and screamed with joy. "They're sending ships! Ships! We are now in the intergalactic community!"

The crowd sat and stared, waiting for the ships to come.

OOC: Welcome to space! I've been here since July and have had loads of fun. If you need anything, and I have much to give, send me a TG. Ask around the Space community, my ship stores (which you could use to equip yourself until you get to design your own ships) are known throughout NS.

IC:

GDC Iris, Sol System Patrol

"Sir, we're getting a strange communication. Seems to be coming from Earth."

"Interesting. Is it anything to be concerned with?"

"No, sir. It seems pretty harmless."

"Very well. Put it on speaker 3."

(since you didn't actually say what the transmission was I can't put it in here)

"Ah, a knew borther in the Stars! Excellent! Can you track the signal?"

"Yes, sir. We have the transmitters co-ordinates with a deviation of 7 microns."

"Good. Plot a Sub-Space hop and bring us in close. Let's say hello to our new neighbors."

OOC: Here are my stores if you want to use them

http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/134012/0.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=108847)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/kwsig.jpg? (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=88389)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/ksig8.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94716)
http://hometown.aol.com/jbk405/images/ksig4.jpeg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=59081)

OOC: Welcome to space! I've been here since July and have had loads of fun. If you need anything, and I have much to give, send me a TG. Ask around the Space community, my ship stores (which you could use to equip yourself until you get to design your own ships) are known throughout NS.

IC:

GDC Iris, Sol System Patrol

"Sir, we're getting a strange communication. Seems to be coming from Earth."

"Interesting. Is it anything to be concerned with?"

"No, sir. It seems pretty harmless."

"Very well. Put it on speaker 3."

(since you didn't actually say what the transmission was I can't put it in here)

"Ah, a knew borther in the Stars! Excellent! Can you track the signal?"

"Yes, sir. We have the transmitters co-ordinates with a deviation of 7 microns."

"Good. Plot a Sub-Space hop and bring us in close. Let's say hello to our new neighbors."

OOC: Here are my stores if you want to use them

http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/134012/0.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=108847)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/kwsig.jpg? (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=88389)
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/ksig8.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94716)
http://hometown.aol.com/jbk405/images/ksig4.jpeg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=59081)

OOC: Thank you for your acceptance. Warmly welcomed. As for the the transmission, it didn't have any message on it- it was just a signal we launched hoping that people would respond. It could have a generic "this is a RomeW message" on it, but that's it. It was nothing more than a standard call-out signal.

IC: "Hello! We are the Empire of RomeW! We have initiated our own Space program and are interested in space exploration and forming new alliances in space! We come in peace!" said a giddy Proletta.

"Thank you for your information about your stores. We will alert the Emperor about them and we will shop there for supplies. Thank you again for your kindness!"

Proletta immediately called Roman Emperor Paul XII to inform him of the space storefronts.

"Sir! Great news! RomeW has been welcomed in open arms in space! We even have an offer from a cosmic storefront to shop for supplies!", said Proletta.

"Very good Dr. Proletta. Let the storefront know that we are interested in doing business," said Paul.

With that, Proletta pressed the button- and so RomeW's cosmic communications began.
Greetings. This is the Civilian Barge Arêtê of the Guild Phaiakia. Please identify yourselves.

Might I suggest this little helpfull site for getting into space, its not to bad a headful, but it gives good guidlines.

http://www.projectrho.com/rocket/index.html

Wow, you are pretty low tech. I just built Techon's Pride, the biggest ship in all of Techon. I even have my own holonet news station. I am also scouting out the most remote areas of space, for exploration, and research. So if you need anything, just ask me.

OOC: Thank you to everyone for their help. Much appreciated. A special thank you is sent out to Dragonese for the link- very informative.

IC: SpacerGuilds: "We are RomeW, from Earth. We come in peace."

*The formation slid out of jump-space just short of earths gravwell.. the fighters and dropships proceeded into orbit, scanning the surface.. the dropship found its target, and the diplomatic party went to land*
OOC:Elves+Humans+Half Elf Half Humans are what ud normally find.. lol :)

*The dropship slid through the atmosphere.. down.. down .. down..*

"Dropship Thetra requesting a landing position.. repeat requesting a landing position.."

"You have clearance to land outside of our facility. There should be enough land to do so," said Proletta to the dropship. "We will meet you outside."

Proletta then led the crowd to the field to greet the incoming party.

*down...down... and with a soft thud.. the dropship landed.. then its doors opened, a tall Male human, along with 2 other Female Humans, but of "normal" height, left the ship to meet these new people*

"Hello, i am Callas Rein" The Male stated..

"this is Rahia Verspen, and Kica Alder, we are honoured to be here.."

OOC: *bump* Will update later.

OOC: I'm sorry if I don't update this enough...I've been extremely busy.

IC: Urani Proletta came out and approached the visitors. "My, what lovely ladies they have," Proletta thought. Then he remembered his wife of twenty years and repressed those thoughts.

"Greetings Mr. Rein. I am RomeW University Astronomy Professor Urani Proletta. Pleased to meet you," said Proletta shaking hands rather emphatically with Rein. "Come, let us show you a tour of our technology at this stage."

"Indeed, please do, we are intrested in more.. excuse me, no offense.. primitive nations technology..."

"We are RomeW, from Earth. We come in peace."
On the contrary, you don't seem to be coming in any way at the moment. We are already aware of your location on Earth, assuming that the point of origin of your signal is an accurate indication. Your identification is not in our database. Please specify current technological level and provide rendez-vous information for a diplomatic contact delegation.

"Indeed, please do, we are intrested in more.. excuse me, no offense.. primitive nations technology..."

"No problem. We are aware that we are 'primitive'," said Proletta.

As they went inside, Proletta began showing Callas the Romans' equipment. "Over here, we have our 20.6m radar dish designed for sending and receiving radio signals. It took RomeW over a year to build it. It is capable of light-speed telecommunications signals and we are working on creating faster signals."

Proletta then asked Callas, "what telecommunications device do you have? We would love to learn from higher technologies such as yourself."

"Good.. Yes, well, we have a communications HQ building on our homeworld, the ethereal subspace bands are used to transmit large quantities of data to any receiver, large or small across our space, its fairly well encrypted, and can interface with such messages as your own, though, this technology has been used for so long, even the most experienced of our communication specialists would be lost to explain it to you.."

Proletta could only stare in awe for what Callas had said. He hadn't a clue about how Arenumberg (OOC check: he would know the nation Callas came from, right? I just want to make sure) set up their telecommunications system, but he was determined to study it.

"Mr. Rein, if it is possible, could we send a research team to study your telecommunications system? The Roman people would love to share ideas with your nation and possibly become an ally."

"We are RomeW, from Earth. We come in peace."
On the contrary, you don't seem to be coming in any way at the moment. We are already aware of your location on Earth, assuming that the point of origin of your signal is an accurate indication. Your identification is not in our database. Please specify current technological level and provide rendez-vous information for a diplomatic contact delegation.

As Proletta was taking his tour, he was told of a new message from Spacer Guilds. He then asked one of his associates to answer it to take away no time from the tour.

The associate, Associate Professor Redeli Mai, answered the incoming message:

"Spacer Guilds, we are RomeW in the MuchBoards region on Earth. We are Modern-Tech (OOC: I'm not sure how else to put it) but are looking at improving."

Proletta could only stare in awe for what Callas had said. He hadn't a clue about how Arenumberg (OOC check: he would know the nation Callas came from, right? I just want to make sure) set up their telecommunications system, but he was determined to study it.

"Mr. Rein, if it is possible, could we send a research team to study your telecommunications system? The Roman people would love to share ideas with your nation and possibly become an ally."

OOC: yaya :)

"Well, of course, indeed, anytime you wish"

"Spacer Guilds, we are RomeW in the MuchBoards region on Earth. We are Modern-Tech but are looking at improving."
Rendez-vous information?

"Spacer Guilds, we are RomeW in the MuchBoards region on Earth. We are Modern-Tech but are looking at improving."
Rendez-vous information?

"Latitude 10S, Longitude 174E"

(OOC: I think- it's near the International Date Line. Sorry for that, but I never thought of exactly "where" I was until now.)

"Well, of course, indeed, anytime you wish"

"Very well then. As I have been told, the Roman government has ordered some ships from Klonor and as soon as they come in we will gladly visit your planet."

"Planet? hehe, but we have a few, and there are many within the alliance, though i do not wish to force you to waste your time visiting them all, but, please do as you wish"

Proletta doubled back for a bit, then recollected himself. He almost forgot that multi-planet empires could exist in the Universe. "Yes, yes...which one is the main planet then?"

Proletta doubled back for a bit, then recollected himself. He almost forgot that multi-planet empires could exist in the Universe. "Yes, yes...which one is the main planet then?"

[OOC: What is the Junk Belt, you ask? There's all sorts of failed space stations, derelict starships, and other stuff floating around NS Earth; anything from disabled X-Wings to kilometers of defunct solar power satellite.]

"Yes, what is it?"
"You do know that we monitor interstellar comm traffic?"
"Yes, so?"
"Well, a new nation has just started transmitting. They seem to be around the same state we are in... perhaps we could make Operation Junkyard a joint project, and have more funding for Search."
"Good idea."

IST-44 Transmitter Online
Charging Capacitors...
Charging...
Charging...
Engaging Message Burst:

Greetings from the Armed Republic of Khrrck. It has come to our attention that you are attempting a space program. We wish to know if you would aid us in a joint effort to get us both into space, and help mine the Junk Belt. Contact instructions follow.

Secure Net Link: 44b200/302/12003/-06
Physical Location (Etacal S/T coords): 006H/B 2023+2+6
Radio Comm: 260 MHz, transmit in direction of 006H/B 2023+2+6

Burst Ends
IST-44 Transmitter Offline
IST-44 Receiver Online

A science fleet jumped in the system.

1 Destroyer:
Farth (Command)

10 Science Vessels

"Yo, this is Dr. Kirk of the Techon research, and technology sector, we heard this big news about your space program, and we were like 'cool' So if you need our help just phone us up and say 'Hey dud, I need your help' 'Whats up?' As I said just do that and we will help you dudes out in any way we can."
The Science fleet just orbitited around NS earth.

A science fleet jumped in the system.


1 Destroyer:
Farth (Command)

10 Science Vessels


"Yo, this is Dr. Kirk of the Techon research, and technology sector, we heard this big news about your space program, and we were like 'cool' So if you need our help just phone us up and say 'Hey dud, I need your help' 'Whats up?' As I said just do that and we will help you dudes out in any way we can."
The Science fleet just orbitited around NS earth.

Thank you. Expect our arrival in 12 hours. Please keep a 250 meter radius clear at the landing site.
A Torchship departed from Arêtê and began rocketing towards the specified location on superheated hydrogen. Upon insertion into low orbit, a WaveRider detached from the underside and began skipping across the top of Earth's atmosphere before diving in for the descent, coming in over RomeW on a ram-heated supersonic pressure wave.

Khrrck: "We will gladly help you clear away the Junk Belt. It's been an eyesore in our telescopes. We're working on a very big magnet and vacuum cleaner as we speak.

To Spacer Guilds and Techon: feel free to land whenever you want. We will glady receive you.

All right men. Clear away that large field. We're having an intergalatic party," said Proletta.

"Our main planet, our homeworld of course! :)"

"I'm afraid it's not possible to clear away the Junk Belt. There's billions of tons of stuff floating around up there.

How far have you progressed in space launches? We have, at the moment, a Orion pulsed fission-detonation vehicle, for extreme emergency use only, and we are working on building a electromagnetic catapult for launching small payloads into near-Earth orbit, which should be finished within the next five years."

The science fleet aranged itself just a coulple hundred miles away from the NS moon.
Then three shuttles took off from the fleet. The shuttles descneded through the atmoshpere, barely even jostling.
They flew over the land for a little bit before landing at a platform. 13 men and, 17 women got off the shuttles. They were all wearing blue labcoats. Afterwards three S.C robots came off with three hovercarts full of suitcases.
"So," A man who was in his mid twenties asked. "Were do we go?"
He had black curly hair, thick framed black glasses, and a goatee.

Approaching the target site, the WaveRider switched into pulse-jet mode, changing its sound from a rumbling roar to a high-pitched scream as it began to decelerate into the subsonic range. Obtaining a visual, the craft engaged reverse-thrust for its final approach, touching down almost like any oversized airplane- with the exception of the minor details that the back end glowed dull red and the ground around it was scorched and brittle. Klaxons began to sound as warning lights projected a safe perimeter. Suddenly, huge clouds of steam billowed with a loud hiss from the engine and cooling vents along the rear-delta surfaces.

A ramp descended from the forward underside, allowing the exit of two black-clad Spacers, one on either side of a large cylindrical translucent tank.

*bump* Will update later.

Proletta could only look in awe at the gathering that took place right in front of him. He'd never quite seen anything like this before.

"Well then. Hello everybody. My name is Urani Proletta, Astronomy Professor at RomeW University. Feel free to make yourselves comfortable. Most of my research involves intergalactic travel and communications, and I would love to learn more about your ships and communications technology. The Roman people would also be interested in forming intergalatic alliances and relations, which is why they have commissioned me to undertake this research.

So, I would like each of you to tell me who you are, where you're from and a little bit about your technological level. We are very interested in hearing these details."

OOC: Khrrck, I'm not sure what the exact specifications are for my launches (as I have no clue about the terminology here), but they are launches as best provided by modern technology.

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As the trio of Spacers moved away from their vehicle, another helmeted head poked out of the doorway. "Hey! The boron CRs aren't moving properly!"

One of the diplomats turned a moment to yell "Just give 'em a good kick, and if that doesn't work, well... keep the klaxons running."
"Whoops, never mind, just knocked loose."

And the trio continued.

After hearing Proletta's introduction, the tank asked "do you mean what we are capable of, or what technology we actually bother to use?"

OOC: Bumpety bump

[OOC: I'll guess "limited"... that would be cargo rockets and satellite launches, conducted with adapted ICBM boosters.]

"I see. Perhaps we could offer a trade. We have no conventional launch capacity. Until our catapult is complete, you could aid us with launches, and when our catapult is complete, we would provide relatively low-cost launching to low, equatorial orbits."

Khrrck: OOC: my technoloy level is essentially the same level as NASA's, if only a *little* bit better. IC: We will gladly accept your trade and assist you technologically.

Spacer Guilds: Proletta spoke: "I am interested in learning everything, so both".

[OOC: So you mean "develop space program" as in "become a space nation" and not "get a man into space"? Sorry, I was confused.]

"(chuckle) Very well. We shall send a delegation."

A few hours later, three Songbird long-range tactical fighters and a small transport left the western border of Khrrck in the direction of RomeW.

The scientist began to set up and got comfortable.
"What do you want us to do?" The man asked, (His name by the way is Dr. Kirk)

Khrrck: we have a section of the field ready for your delegation's arrival. You may land at any time. OOC: Don't worry about it...though the launch relays were not entirely unneeded...we do plan on launching our own ship into space very soon.

The scientist began to set up and got comfortable.
"What do you want us to do?" The man asked, (His name by the way is Dr. Kirk)

Proletta didn't have much in mind. He was merely interested in seeing anything- space was an exciting place, and whatever new technologies it presented was even more so.

"Dr. Kirk, you may present anything you like. I have no particular presentation in mind- I am interested in seeing everything that your nation is capable of doing."

"I see. Behold myself. Our tools shape us. I live by way of machinery. Artificial muscles in my encounter suit constricting my diaphragm to allow me to breath, and the same devices allowing me to stand and walk under your gravity." The Spacer tapped his thigh with a black-gloved finger. "A titanium bone among many other prosthetics which keep me alive despite the unusual stresses of this planet and various genetic deficiencies. Granted, I am a special case in this matter. The medical technology may be of use to you, but if you were to know its full range you would probably wonder why we have developed it as extensively as we have. Our tools shape us. These would not be necessary if we did not have to leave our microgravity habitations to associate with Land Lovers."

"Just a warning before you begin your ascension. But at this point, you are likely far more interested in spacecraft systems. Well, we have one to tour, as you can see. A fairly simple hybrid nuclear ramjet silica lightbulb NTR. However, you may also ask about nearly any form of propulsion short of spatial warping from internal and external nuclear to Aimstar, solar sails, magsails, electrical propulsion, mass driving, choose a topic, any topic."

OOC: Sorry I haven't updated this in a while...I've been deathly busy with school.

IC: Proletta doubled-back and stared for about a minute. He'd read about these kinds of technological advancements, but he never thought it'd actually happen.

"Tell me more about your medical advancements. They are truly breathtaking. Oh, and if you could, please tell me about your propulsion systems- I would love to learn more about them."

"Careful eugenics and retroviral engineering have produced the last two generations that are almost perfectly adapted to micro-g. For several generations now we have had enhancements necessary for cryostasis and environmental protections such as increased radiation resistance and muscle maintenance. Just reaching ubiquity in the population are polydactyly and pedoprehensility. Aside from the technologies used to accelerate our adaptation, we have what you see before you to allow us to still visit Earth when necessary- nearly self-contained respirators and biomechanical feedback systems. Related are permanent biomechanical interfaces such as titanium osteointegration to replace lost limbs and neurochip bridges to allow communication between artificial components and natural components of the body, such that an artificial appendage can be used just like a natural one. Cardio- and neuro-pacemakers are in common use, as well as entirely artificial organs of nearly every kind, with the notable exception of primary digestive organs. Therapuetic cloning is also widely used and well understood, allowing for the regrowing of some body parts if a prosthetic is not desired, better fusion between artificial and natural components, and immunity augmentation. Optical and nuclear resonance imaging have been developed to near peak efficiency and accuracy. Single-cell destruction via particle beams has also been perfected for non-invasive microsurgery."

"Does this overview present any subjects you are interested in hearing more about?"

Proletta was fascinated by what Dr. Kirk had told him.

"Wow. Your medical systems are very complex. Tell me, what inspired you to create the biomedical technologies that you did?

Also, Dr. Kirk, would you be interested in meeting with our medical school? They would love to hear more about your advances."

[OOC: Kirk hasn't said anything yet, but sure he would love to go to the Medical school]

"First I would like to give a little presentation on space travel itself," Kirk explained. "In all reality it is a simple idea, all you need is a ship capable of going faster than the speed of light. For even though it is very fast, ti would take eyars to reach just another solar system. So once you have that done, it is a pretty easy ride. The dangers are unlimited. Have you heard of the Xan? If not I will tell you, the Xan are a race that thrive to conquer, they are extremely smart and clever. They are one of the most advanced races in the galaxy. They were a pain in our asses, to tell truth. They would destroy, or enslave many of our planets int he beginning. Then after a while, we learned their weaknesses, and they started ti back away."
He took a deep breath. "I don't want to get to far into it, but space travel is a very dangerous job. Anyways..." He took another breath. "I would love to tell your medical school about our medicine, and nanotechnology! Meanwhile someone else can tell you about the physics of a trans dimensional engine."

[OOC: About the engine, I am not really going to explain it, just pretend I did, but I am serious about the medical school stuff.]

((Welcome to the void, RomeW. If you're having trouble with the physics and all of that complex stuff like gravmetric drives, plasma cannons, FTL travel, all that fun stuff, I can give you a few good sites that'll give logical, intense-math-free sites if you're interested.))

[OOC: I think Techon needs that more than RomeW does... I'll post in a bit.]

Proletta took in all Dr. Kirk said and, when he was told of the Xan quivered for a little. After Dr. Kirk's associate finished explaining about the engines, Proletta asked:

"The Xan? I cannot say that I have heard of them, though we are aware that not every nation in space are friendly. We will try to be on good terms with everyone though. Can I ask, what are the Xan's weaknesses?

As for the medical school- we will arrange for a visit as soon as we can. When would you like to go?"

(OOC: Not to sound inept, but just to verify, the Xan=Xanthal. Also, Cyberutopia, go ahead and post the Web Sites- I will need all the help I can get in that area.)

Proletta took in all Dr. Kirk said and, when he was told of the Xan quivered for a little. After Dr. Kirk's associate finished explaining about the engines, Proletta asked:

"The Xan? I cannot say that I have heard of them, though we are aware that not every nation in space are friendly. We will try to be on good terms with everyone though. Can I ask, what are the Xan's weaknesses?

As for the medical school- we will arrange for a visit as soon as we can. When would you like to go?"

(OOC: Not to sound inept, but just to verify, the Xan=Xanthal. Also, Cyberutopia, go ahead and post the Web Sites- I will need all the help I can get in that area.)

[OOC:Xan=Xan, I created this race for a book I wrote long before I new Nationstates existed.]

"Ok Xan 101." Kirk said. "I will give you a history of them. The Xan are an ancient race, they have been around longer, much longer than we ever have. ANother suprising fact about them is that they are not from our galaxy. They came here, for purpose of conquest. Spies and intelligence have told us that they were promised this land by their superiors, so they came here and thought it would be a piece of cake. But it turned out there were already races here, humans, and otherwise."

He took another breath.

"But unfortunately the races were primitive, and the Xan had little trouble enslaving, or killing a lot of them. Now your Earth is lucky, because it is on one of the most outer regions of the galaxy, so the Xan never paid much heed to come here. My planet though, Techon, was towards the center, and was a big target for them. They bombarded our cities, and killed thousands. We were at about the same technology level as you are now. So we fought them with all our might. We even began to build a quick fleet to evacuate us. Eventually we set a trap for them, we made it appear we were all evacutating Techon. The frigates and vessels all started to fly away from Techon, but we were still on the planet hiding. The Xan pusuid the frigates, only to find the entire fleet of them were a bomb, they completely wiped out the Xan fleet that was in our area."

Another Breath.

"They never came back to our planet again, and we used a lot of salvaged technology from their fleet, to speed up the process of ours."

He waited for this to sink in, then continued.

"The Xan are a race, but not technically. They are matters of energy, if you see them directly you see a glowing blue fog about the size of a human head. Now, when they came to our galaxy they had another problem, they couldn't live outside their ships in our galaxy, the particle compounds were different than what they needed to survive. They would literally dissolve within a matter of hours. So, they created robotic exoskeletons, that look like human bodies. They live inside the exoskeleton, and control its every word, and movement, like it was their own body. SO they depend on the exoskeleton to live, and if it it damaged beyond repair, such as a few bullet wounds to the chest, the Xan will die."

He breathed.

"So that was a weakness of theirs, that is their weakness, we used that against them just like we used the trap. We can fight the Xan now, they still have the advantage, but not as much."

He stopped talking for a while.

"And about that meeting with the medical scholl, I would love to go as soon as possible."

((Ok, www.b5tech.com is good, not too much math there. I find B5 physics to check out with me. Another portion of that site, http://www.b5tech.com/science/essays.htm has more in depth explanations of various systems you're going to find on any space warship, but it's got a healthy amount of math. Another resource isn't a site, he's a kid at my school that's damn smart, he can get you an equation for basically anything you might come up with. I'll ask him whatever you want me to.))

[OOC: Information about Khrrck and its inhabitants can be found here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=127421&highlight=).]

After clearing itself through RomeW space, the Khrrck delegation came in for a landing on the field.
"Why can't we use a runway, instead of landing here?" griped the transport's pilot. "This isn't going to be good for my landing gear."

"Relax. It's not that bad." answered one of the long, copper-coloured Songbird 2Bs cruising alongside the transport.
"Easy for you to say. You've got VTOL. I don't."
"Ever tried landing a Nova in a cornfield? Believe me, you've got it easy."

The transport pilot muttered under his breath and directed his full concentration to landing the aircraft.

The small, twin-turboprop transport dropped gently, hit the ground, bounced, and rolled for several hundred feet before slowly coming to a stop.
"See? Easy."
The Songbirds stopped in mid-air above the transport, and slowly lowered themselves down, landing in a triangular formation around the transport.

*bump* Will update later.

OOC: Thanks Cyberutopia.

Proletta and his crowd stood there in stunned silence. They couldn't believe what they heard about the Xan.

Eventually, Proletta regained his composure and again spoke. "Wow. We are sorry to hear all that. Do you know where we can find more information on the Xan? This may be of concern to the Emperor.

Also, one of my University associates is giving a presentation in a few days on space medicine. Here is his card if you would like to talk to him and be a presenter in the talk."

He then hands Dr. Kirk his associate's card.

Then, nearby to them, a spaceship landed. A delegation then came out. "Tyrone," said Proletta to one of his assistants, "go meet up with the delegation and tell them to come over here."

The cylinder spoke. "Psh. If you think that's disturbing, perhaps you should stay home. There are far worse aliens than that around. There's a reason we avoid Quaoar, Varuna, and Sedna. Anyway, why develop this medical technology? Well, as my colleague said, our tools shape us. Some was necessary for permanent life in micro-g. The rest... well, wouldn't you like to live as long as possible? We have an added incentive- we need to keep more people alive longer to make up for high infant mortality."

"Engines, engines, engines... hm. To start, behind me you see a fairly standard surface-to-orbit WaveRider, sporting atmospheric and space-based main engines as well as numerous control thrusters. For in-atmosphere flight, a fission reactor provides power for electrokinetic sheets along the wing surfaces as well as air-breathing turbofans, which feed through the same exhaust port as a nuclear ramjet. Once up to high enough speeds for orbital insertion, or when de-orbiting, the turbofans switch off and air is passed directly over the reactor to superheat it exactly like a conventional ramjet would, but with much higher efficiency and without expenditure of chemical fuel. Exclusively for exoatmospheric use is a single nuclear lightbulb engine running on uranium hexaflouride fuel and hydrogen propellent, along with arcjet control thrusters capable of running on pure hydrogen, ammonia, or methane, whichever is most convenient."

OOC: Is that a cylinder from the ship which spoke?

IC: Proletta worked up some courage and then spoke. "We were very well aware that space would be home to horrible creatures from the start. The Universe is endless, and so are the horrors that we would encounter."

He then paused, then continued.

"However, just because there are horrors does not mean that we should not explore. If people- on Earth or otherwise- did not feel that space was worth exploring, then people like you would not be standing here on Earth with me today. We cannot let races like the Xan scare us from going into space.

Right crowd?"

"RIGHT!" the crowd responded.

"Oh I am not trying to scare you, not at all," Kirk said. "I was just warning. The Xan are currently lightyears away from here, they really have no intention on coming ehre unless something big happens."
"There are friends among the other races as well. The Vindar is one among many. Their biotechnology and genetic engineering is outtsanding, I mean I could talk for weeks about it."

He paused, thinking.

"They are way beyond any thing in the technology level. They were in space before we even had basic constructions of the government, they were in space when we were neanderthals. They saw us, and took a great interest in us. We learned so quickly, as they did. And also they look just like us. So in time they began to genetically create new races in the galaxy, absed on the humans of Earth. One of the many races include the humans on the planet Techon, where we are from. They drove back Xan from all different star systems, and when they learned of our victory against the Xan, they were overwelmed with joy, and curiousity."

He breathed, and looked at the croud.

"They have their own space a cluster of 20 different systems. They don't allow anyone in it, becuase they have answers to great questions of our time. And if we read those answers, who knows what would happen. The Xan fear them, and for a good reason. They are more technologically advanced as I said."

He looked around again.

"In appearance they appear to be human, but normaly just a little smaller than average human hieght, their average is about five feet eight inches. A lot of them are bald, and many of them have bushy eyebrows. They bear the colors of bronze, and gold. All their ships are eithter the color gold, or bronze."

"In addition to us they have fashioned twenty other races, twelve of which are very succesful in life. They have established governments, and military, and such. The Vindar were especially suprised at how quick we, Techon, advanced. So you won't have to worry about the Xan for a while. The Vindar will protect you from them. However, the Vindar are known to retreat into Vindar space for centuries at a time, doing who knows what. Those are the times the Xan regain their power in the galaxy."

"Do you suppose, Dr. Kirk, that anyone could get on the Xan's good side?"

"If you are a powerful conquerer," Kirk said. "Then maybe a Xan would ally with you."

[OOC: RomeW, have you looked at the link I posted earlier?]

Kamakara Greenscale peered out of the transport's window. "Sheesh." she muttered. "You'd think they'd notice us. Come on, let's get going."

Ss'rak Ironscale, who had been piloting the transport, nodded. He walked over to the hatch and pressed the "Open" button with one of his packarms.

The hatch hissed, and swung open.

Proletta thought for a second and then spoke, "Well, we are the Roman Empire. One of the greatest Empires in the history of Earth. Surely they will at least respect us because we are great conquerors.

However, us Romans believe that every race and culture can be appeased and that we can get into everyone's good books. As long as we do not cause them any trouble we might not get into any altercations with them. However, we will put your advice to good use, especially because you have defeated the Xan at one point or another."

[OOC: RomeW, have you looked at the link I posted earlier?]

Kamakara Greenscale peered out of the transport's window. "Sheesh." she muttered. "You'd think they'd notice us. Come on, let's get going."

Ss'rak Ironscale, who had been piloting the transport, nodded. He walked over to the hatch and pressed the "Open" button with one of his packarms.

The hatch hissed, and swung open.

OOC: I did. I didn't finish it, although I did read the part about the Wyrms

IC: Proletta then saw the landed ship's door open. He caught sight of the creatures coming from the door and heartily and happily announced: "Hello there! My name is Urani Proletta, Astronomy Professor at RomeW University. How are you?"

Right before Proletta began to speak with the Khrrk people, Kirk said.
"They are pure evil, pure conquerers, they show no respect for anyone, unless they are stronger than themselves. So if you try to establish a peace treaty with them, they would most likely attack you, so I would suggest joining the fight against them."

[OOC: It's a -ing aircraft, RomeW. Not even a very advanced one. The Songbird escorts are much more impressive, but still aircraft.]

Kamakara nodded. "I'm fine. I'm Kamakara Greenscale."

She gestured to Ss'rak. "This is Ss'rak Ironscale."

As the Wyrms walked away from the transport, it grumbled in a voice like grinding gears. "Fools, leaving the door open... Pah!"

Kamakara looked back. "Shut up, Elara."

The transport's door snapped shut with enough force to make the aircraft rock on its wheels. "Okay, okay. Ungrateful wretches." it continued, muttering to itself. "You fly them two thousand miles, and do they thank you? No! They-"
"I said SHUT UP, ELARA!"
The transport shut up.

Right before Proletta began to speak with the Khrrk people, Kirk said.
"They are pure evil, pure conquerers, they show no respect for anyone, unless they are stronger than themselves. So if you try to establish a peace treaty with them, they would most likely attack you, so I would suggest joining the fight against them."

Proletta quivered for a little. The Romans were just starting their space program- he didn't want to get involved with a war right now. He deadpanned, "well, I am just a simple astronomer. Those decisions are for the government to make." He then spoke with a little more conviction, "although we will offer our help in any way we can."

[OOC: It's a -ing aircraft, RomeW. Not even a very advanced one. The Songbird escorts are much more impressive, but still aircraft.]

Kamakara nodded. "I'm fine. I'm Kamakara Greenscale."

She gestured to Ss'rak. "This is Ss'rak Ironscale."

As the Wyrms walked away from the transport, it grumbled in a voice like grinding gears. "Fools, leaving the door open... Pah!"

Kamakara looked back. "Shut up, Elara."

The transport's door snapped shut with enough force to make the aircraft rock on its wheels. "Okay, okay. Ungrateful wretches." it continued, muttering to itself. "You fly them two thousand miles, and do they thank you? No! They-"
"I said SHUT UP, ELARA!"
The transport shut up.

OOC: My bad then.

IC: Proletta then noticed two lizard-like creatures bickering at each other while approaching him.

"Ss'rak- I hope I am saying that right- Kamakara...glad you two could make it. Having some aircraft problems?"

Ss'rak nodded. "You got it-t quite well, for a human. Don't mind Elara. Sshe's always cranky."

"I am NOT!" shouted the transport. "Maybe I get a little annoyed when people don't give me respect, but-"

"SHUT UP, Elara!" yelled Kamakara, yet again. "How can we talk when you break in every other sentence?"

She turned back to Proletta. "Sorry about that. Elara's a great flyer, but her personality leaves something to be desired."
"What-"
"Shut up."

Kirk had walked off, to go to meet with the University associate.

Ss'rak nodded. "You got it-t quite well, for a human. Don't mind Elara. Sshe's always cranky."

"I am NOT!" shouted the transport. "Maybe I get a little annoyed when people don't give me respect, but-"

"SHUT UP, Elara!" yelled Kamakara, yet again. "How can we talk when you break in every other sentence?"

She turned back to Proletta. "Sorry about that. Elara's a great flyer, but her personality leaves something to be desired."
"What-"
"Shut up."

"Don't worry about your ship," said Proletta to Kamakara. "You should see my kids and my students."

"I see that your voices are robotic," continued Proletta. "I find that interesting. Tell me, why is that so?" (OOC: Proletta probably wouldn't know about the translator)

Ss'rak blinked. "Ah. I can't-t pronounce human wordss, normally." He unfolds a packarm and gestures at his speaker grille. "Thiss allows me to make sounds that I wouldn't-t normally be capable of, though it's still not perfect-t, as you can see. It-t'ss hooked directly to my nervous system, and even t-though I have it, I sstill have trouble using it perfectly."

"Do you have any spare copies? We would love to take a look at it."

Kamakara shakes her head. "I don't think it would work for you. The interface isn't designed for humans. Plus, I'd have to ask. I'm not sure what our current policy is regarding speakers."

Proletta winced a little. "Well, see if you can. We'd love to study it for intergalactic communications."

Meanwhile, at RomeW University, Dr. Kirk was giving his much-talked about lecture on space medicine. Because of the sheer number of interested listeners, they moved the lecture to RomeW's 20,000-seat basketball arena, which filled to capacity within minutes. People showed up at 6:30AM just to catch a lecture scheduled for 1PM.

"Okay everyone, in a couple of hours Dr. Kirk from Techon will be giving a lecture on space medicine. I hope all of you are comfortable as we will be here fo a while- we're considerably early. Though it is worth it," said a speaker from the floor.

The crowd waited in heavy anticipation for the event.

(OOC: Techon, pretend that you're giving the lecture to the students there. You can post out what you've said or just state 'pretend like I said what I said before'. Just leave a question-and-answer period.)

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(OOC: DOn't worry, I have been planning out what I will have Kirk say here.)

Dr. Kirk looked around into the crowd, it was massive.
He cleared his voice and spoke into the microphone.

"Hello, as some of you may know I am Dr. Kirk of Techon, a country that originated on a planet far far away from here."

He cleared his throat again.

"I have come here to aid you all, to share my information, so I was asked if I could talk to you for a bit about our medical stuff."

He smiled at his lack of intellectual words.

"So, I will first be talking about our Nanobots. We have developed billions upon billions of them, tiny little robots, invisible to the naked eye, unless there is a swarm of them. We use them to get into the people's bodies, and then they do their work from there. You wonder how they do their work?" He asked lookig around. "Bacteria, several hundred years ago we found a planet so full of medical bacteria, it was amazing. Anyways, the bacteria can be used for almost any disease, if you have cancer we have a special bacteria that reverses the effects, and the disease just disapears after a short period of time."

He took a breath.

"Now for broken bones, bacteria won't do much for that, so we have special Nano-Nerves, little nanobots that will make their way to the brain, and hitchhike on nerves, their they trigger different nerves, and the pain goes away while more nano-bots go in and repair the wound with several tiny utensils. Now for space medicine, we can't use nano-bots, becuase for some reason, they don't work well in a spaceship. SO in space we have an entirely different way of doing it. We have special medi-kits, that have a bunch of little containers in and such. In the containers are what look like green liquid, but it is actually a living organism."

He looked around.

"The organism can actually manipulate, and create new cells, it speeds up cell reproduction, so the wound or whatever will heal faster. In everyday medicine we have special drugs that were fashioned by the best scientists. We have anti-aging drugs, which increase a cells life expectancy, and doubles yours. We have anti-STD drugs, which release a special chemical in the body that quickly take out the diseases. We also have many others, headaches are no problem, due to the fact that we have another special drug that goes throughout the brain, reducing any pain of headaches. The common cold? Gone, we have an immunity to it. Chicken Pocks? Gone, we have a drug that knocks that out of your body for good. SO that is about it, any questions?"

OOC: Is that a cylinder from the ship which spoke?
(OOC: A ramp descended from the forward underside, allowing the exit of two black-clad Spacers, one on either side of a large cylindrical translucent tank. That one.)

[OOC: Techon, that is one of the worst speeches I have ever been unfortunate enough to see.]

SO that is about it, any questions?"

A flurry of hands went up immediately after Dr. Kirk said that. It seemed like everyone had a question.

"Okay people, we can't have ALL of you asking questions," said the speaker, RomeW's top physician Marcus Vinari. "We'd be here all day."

The hands did not go down. "Okay then, um..." Vinari looked around for a bit then spoke. "Well, everyone write down your question, your name and your E-Mail address on a sheet of paper and an assistant will come by to pick it up. We will be randomly asking questions and those that cannot be asked because of time will be given to Dr. Kirk so he can answer them later, if Dr. Kirk so desires. However, do not expect a reply as Dr. Kirk is a busy person."

"Well, I have a question Dr. Kirk while we wait. About the medical bacteria, were you worried about possible, unwanted side effects?"

(krhk or khrk or whatever suck ass dude. Umm lets see I am not able to get on for a while just tolet you know. Krhk what is your problem?)