NationStates Jolt Archive

Telescreens all over NS space flicker to life as a broad-band transmission is sent out across all public channels.* The screen reveals a slender, blue-tinged woman, beautiful in an ethereal and unsettling way, half of her face covered in an odd leather-and-steel mask, a single glittering jewel shining at the center of her forehead.
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I/We are the Archailect. I/We speak for the billions beneath Me/Us, and I/We are the voice of the singular entity comprised of those billions.
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She pauses, and her brilliant blue eyes open and gaze out of the screens, seeming to quite literally see into the homes in which her transmission is shown. For a few short breaths, billions throughout the NS sphere could almost swear she was looking straight at them.*
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Though I/We are sure that My/Our Ascension is now common knowledge, the limitations and guidelines that now govern Me/Us is not. There are a few that truely know Me/Us, but even they know nothing of what I/We are about to do.*
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The scene shifts, and suddenly plays out across a huge Armada of warships. Thousands of impossibly created ships shine forth in all of their splendour, floating serenly in the silence of space. *
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This fleet represents a full 80% of all of Angelic military might. A full 80% that has not been seen within NS space for close to a decade. A full 80% that has not been seen, because they no longer exist.*
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At that, the scene shifts again, revealing vast deep-space shipyards where hundreds of the ships are being dismantled at an obscenely rapid pace.*
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War has never been My/Our desire, and now even less so. I/We no longer have a need for these ships in their present condition, and instead have a use for the vast quantities of raw material that this fleet represents.* *
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The scene returns to inhuman image of Omicron Blu, her face calm, completely reserved.* While I/We have completed the dismantling of a vast quantity of My/Our military warcraft, do not believe that I/We are without defense. I/We mean this as a show of grace and of My/Our peaceful intentions. HOWEVER, do not believe for a single instant that I/We are without the ability to defend both My/Ourselves, or My/Our brothers and sisters within the Triumvirate.
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Saturnian space is My/Our home, and I/We will be the first to leap to its defense.*
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With that, her image fades, and the transmission ceases.*
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Back on the WorldDisc, Omicron Blu floats silently in a dimly lit room, and a tall man dressed in simple black robes sits comfortably in a chair situated within a single shaft of pearly luminescense.*
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"Do you believe that such a transmission was wise, My Daughter?"
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Blu turns to him, and a rare smile curls the corners of her blue-tinged lips.*
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Of course, Draoidh-Emperator. I/We would not have transmitted if I/We believed it not to be. I/We truely have no desire for war, as You taught Me/Us.
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The older man laughs softly, his voice resonant with a deep and innermost power. "Ah yes, Daughter. As I taught you..."

iBump

"Well, uhm, noted", thinks foreign minister van Mierlo as he watches the news. There isn't much he can do about it anyways. I guess this is a good development..."

The nation of Taurenor requests that the 'Archailect' pays for the time it used to broadcast on our network, or either pay a fine or be arrested when they fail to do so.

~ Taurenor Governence Council

the golden valley sent this message to angelus

<<message from Foreign Affairs Minister Bradley Purnell>>
our fearless leader Eziekiel Janman was happily waching his favorite TV show when that was broadcast. He missed, the wedding, argument and divorce which happened in one episode as so often it does these days in soap operas. he was greatly distressed at this. Either find the episode tapes for us to present to him, or we will have to use sactions maybe force for the distress caused to our nation.

not only was it the president that missed it but also the entire population who are addicted to it. sort out our tapes.
<<message ends>>

incidently at the same time this statement was released on national and international TV.

<<statement from economic secretary josie pecham>>
we require urgent help. our nations productivity is falling. no work is happening within our industries as all the workers do is sit around and talk about the last episiode of the addictive soap opera. we do not wish to name it otherwise you will view it and become addicted yourself. we need it to be taken off the air. but such is our nations addiction we have not the will power. so can someone do it for us please or send you top councillors to help us off of our addiction.
<<end of statement>>

ooc: Public communication channels. If your nation does not have a public channel or two dedicated to recieving communiques from outside of your nation, you did not see it.*
*
As for arresting the Archailect, that would be amusing. Care to arrest 2.5billion entities, some of which are actually facilities larger than Madison Square Garden?*

Killthanus tapped the datanod idly, placing it down on the desk after his mind had processed what came before.

"Interesting."

Melyanna took the pad from his relaxed grasp, flashing a smile as he broke his train of thought to look across at her. Her eyes sped across the text quickly, yet did not skip nor skim, taking in the full statement.

"Over two thirds of their force? I cannot imagine that wise at all. They only leave themselves vunerable to those who-wish-harm."

Killthanus took his turn to smile, a small grin spreading across his features.

"You have learned much already in your short stay. Every day you move closer to embracing the Kaeneian way of life and understanding. But you have not reached that goal yet, and you still have much to learn, Such as now.

We do not question our sister in her actions. For we do not need such. Know only that they are far from as defenceless as this move would seem render them Melyanna. The Archailect is wiser than your own and my own will can comprehend."

Melyanna nodded, a frown furrowing her brow.

TGI Bob: "Do you think they've really done it?"
Bob Minor: "Very probably sir."
TGI Bob: "Hmm. I would attack, but even twenty percent of their military, if that's all they have, is still a sizeable force."
Bob Minor: "Indeed my lord. But I shall make a note of this interesting development and upload it to the main intelligence archives."
TGI Bob: "WHAT?!?! You mean you haven't already done so?!?!"
TGI Bob shoots Bob Minor.
TGI Bob: "Hang on a sec...Bugger, now that means I'll have to do it..."

ooc: Public communication channels. If your nation does not have a public channel or two dedicated to recieving communiques from outside of your nation, you did not see it.*
*
As for arresting the Archailect, that would be amusing. Care to arrest 2.5billion entities, some of which are actually facilities larger than Madison Square Garden?*
It's a criminal offence to illegally broadcast, but since it's a politicall issue they are being nice by asking them to repay for the costs of broadcasting.

It's a criminal offence to illegally broadcast, but since it's a politicall issue they are being nice by asking them to repay for the costs of broadcasting.*
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ooc: There was no illegal broadcast. It was a communication from one government to another. Furthermore, I believe the Archailect is a little bit beyond your jurisdiction, and thus would only fall under your laws (and thus being required to pay) if the Archailect were to visit your fine nation.*

ooc: It's basically in case you happen to broadcast while the goverment is say, telling people to evacuate the coastal area since a tsunami is coming, and if they failed to hear the warning because you happen to hack the signal and broadcast over it.
It's just to teach nations not to do it.

Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian.

-What do you make of this?
-Interesting. Why would they disassemble their fleet now? Especially given the crisis involving Melkor, which most likely will involve Metus, and Titan?
-There are several reasons for this.
-Such as?
-Well, perhaps they are not dismantling their fleet. Or perhaps they have a new policy direction - or even realigning their own alliances.
-But they just said that they would be ready to defend Yut.
-And you believe everything you hear?

[quiet laughter]

-I want a report about this on my desk by 08:00.
-Respectfully Intelligence Director, why should we even care? Our relations with them has drifted over the years. And we are busy with this Dozle menace...
-True, but there are reasons for this. Perhaps this latest development might explain some unresolved questions that we have. And maybe even shed some light on current events.
-As you command.

ooc: Ahh, Vrak... You have stumbled on an amazing track. There is a new power in Angelus now, and those that ask the right questions may learn of it... without it being directed at them

*As Eris is headed back to her palace in the limo she glances up at a TV screen that flips out in front of her and her fiancee, Jai. Raising a brow she watches with interest. Too bad she has no real need for space technology. Nudging Jai Resi in the ribs with her elbow she smirks at him*

hey... she was kinda hot. Don't you think dear?

*The tv flips back and she shrugs. She always had a thing for alien women in general. The blue skin was a plus*

http://www.cybersluagh.com/ErisKallisti/eristag.jpg
~Empress Eris~
Goddess of Chaos
The Empire of Eris Kallisti (http://www.cybersluagh.com/ErisKallisti)

Lewesian PM's office, Late Morning.
*The message just ended on the PM's huge plasma screen TV that took up nearly half of one of the walls.
"Hmmm" He says to himself "A most interesting development, they should be watched" He then presses a intercom button"Secratry, get me the cheif intelligence officer in here please?" "Yes sir Mister Prime Minister" Said the secratry at the other end of the line. About a miunet later the the CIO enters the room. "You called for me sir?" He says. "Yes counel, I assume you saw the broadcast earlier?" "Yes sir I did, What about it?" "Well, I dont quite trust them, this could be a collassal ruse. Send a few of you best operatives in there to find out if theyre telling the truth" "Yes sir, right away!" Said the cornel, he salutes the PM and briskly turns and leaves the room.
The PM then walks over to the bay window behind his desk and looks out into the cove. In the cove were a few ships of the Lewesian Navy, A battleship, a cruiser and a few destoryers, as well as two passenger liners converted to hospital ships, and a cargo ship containing humanitarian aid, all of the ships were going to the country of Danneland, which had recently been nuked by some rogue desert nation, it had been totaly wiped out by a coalition of nations retaliating for the nuking of danneland. Now, Lewesia and other nations were sending allmost daily shipments of humanitarian aid to Danneland which was slowly rebuilding after its nuclear hollocaust. Ashe looked at the mini convoy,the Prime Minister thought "Our country certanly wont be downsizing its navy anytime soon......"

http://www.angelfire.lycos.com/la3/lanay/inn.jpg
Imperial News Network
Hail the Führer, Long Live the Empire!

Führer continues to speak support to the Archailect of Angelus.

"good evening, as you all may of seen. The public broadcast made by the Archailect of Angelus has been met with over whealming support from the office of the Führer. Taking this moment to grasp at a line of alliance that has previously been profitable and kind Führer Quil'raya had the following to say."

The camera cuts to a prerecorded message of Carlos sitting at his desk, behind him the Iraqstani flag flies happily in the breeze.

"People's of the world, pure citizens of the National socialist Empire of Iraqstan. Fellow leaders and the esteemed Archailect of Angelus. It is with great pleasure today that I announce my continued and total support to the Archailect in all their endevours.

Of late communications with the Angels has been quite dormant with our own pressing matters taking up our attention. It is now that I wish to reopen communications entirely. Let not the problems of internal strife conflict the continued friendship and security both nations provide the other.

This dismantling of military power is seen both as a grand gesture and a gesture of good faith. As such I am honoured to be seen as friends to such a mighty and honourable entity as the Archailect. To this end I hope all nations bearing greivance to the Archailect, step back and take a look at the steps towards peace the Angels have made and I also hope they too look towards peace rather than continued war.

Thank you and again Iraqstan stands firmly by it's friends in the Archailect. To this we bestow friendship and honour to them, proclaiming them totaly equal to the pure beings of Iraqstan."

The camera reverts back to the INN News room with the woman smiling softly. "We now cross over to Phil with weather......."

http://www.angelfire.lycos.com/la3/lanay/inn.jpg
Imperial News Network
Hail the Führer, Long Live the Empire!

OOC: Angelus, up to you how you want to respond with this particular line of inquiry - but since we don't have spaceships or tightbeam...

IC:

The Dome of Justice was as ever, bustling with activity. But one section was under tight security and now, hardly ever used.

The Intelligence Director, along with some computer technicians, entered the room where once the World Court was held and where Angelus, through one of its avatars "increased" the security levels and general performance of Vrakian computers. Or at least what could be done with the limited technology on the Vrakian end.

A technician stood back and flicked a switch. A deep hum emanated from the central panel.

-This will work?
-Well, before they left they mentioned in passing that there might be a way of communicating with them. After all, this equipment is, in a way, partially theirs. It is sealed off from the rest of our systems so it should be safe.
-Very well. Proceed.

iTAG

A technician stood back and flicked a switch. A deep hum emanated from the central panel.

-This will work?
-Well, before they left they mentioned in passing that there might be a way of communicating with them. After all, this equipment is, in a way, partially theirs. It is sealed off from the rest of our systems so it should be safe.
-Very well. Proceed.

ooc: I'm cool with it!

ic: A moment after powering up the Angelic machinery, a soft hum seemed to permeate the air around them, creating a counteralto to the deeper more mechanized hum of the computers. A moment later, the machinery is suddenly bathed in a soft glow, and a beautifully melodic voice echoes about them in the room.

You have called... and I/We have answered...

*As Eris is headed back to her palace in the limo she glances up at a TV screen that flips out in front of her and her fiancee, Jai. Raising a brow she watches with interest. Too bad she has no real need for space technology. Nudging Jai Resi in the ribs with her elbow she smirks at him*

hey... she was kinda hot. Don't you think dear?

*The tv flips back and she shrugs. She always had a thing for alien women in general. The blue skin was a plus*Jai presses his hand to his forehead and shakes his head, smirking at Eris' quirky fetishes.
"Whatever you say, dear. Aside from the blue skin, I'd say she was pretty hot. I hope Dawn doesn't give her too much of a chewing out for overriding our airways."
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From the desk of Dae Narasagi ((OOC: Dawn is absent))

It has come to our attention that one Omicron Blu of Angelus has overridden transmissions from Resi-owned stations. Because this is a first offense (as far as our computers have recorded), and the interruption was not in the middle of a major telecast, we are willing to let Ms Blu and all beings she may be composed of off with a figurative slap on the wrist, and a warning not to override Resian signals again. Resian children need to watch Spongebob (which was being broadcast at the time of the interruption) more than they need some big political message from outer space. Broadcast future messages over CNN if you want, but not Cartoon Network or Nickelodean. Such messages will raise CNN's ratings, but decrease the ratings of programming and networks geared towards children.

A technician stood back and flicked a switch. A deep hum emanated from the central panel.

-This will work?
-Well, before they left they mentioned in passing that there might be a way of communicating with them. After all, this equipment is, in a way, partially theirs. It is sealed off from the rest of our systems so it should be safe.
-Very well. Proceed.

ooc: I'm cool with it!

ic: A moment after powering up the Angelic machinery, a soft hum seemed to permeate the air around them, creating a counteralto to the deeper more mechanized hum of the computers. A moment later, the machinery is suddenly bathed in a soft glow, and a beautifully melodic voice echoes about them in the room.

You have called... and I/We have answered...


Fascinating.

The Intelligence Director's whiskers twitched slightly at the echoing voice. He then spoke into the microphone that was installed in the main panel. He somewhat expected an avatar to pop out and was relieved that that didn't happen.

"Greetings, ah...Archailect. I am the Intelligence Director. We have not been in contact for a long time. We have heard of your ascention and subsequent withdrawal from the affairs of the world. We understand that is your own affair but..."

A pause. Should I ask? Yes. They have always been direct with us as far as we know.

"Why would you do such a thing in light of recent world events? To us, it does not make sense."

The glow never changes intensity, but a feeling plays over the Vrakian's body, as if someone was gently caressing him. And then, the caress touched his mind, and for the briefest of moments, he was connected to a font of knowledge as he had never known before. For that single instant, he was a part of something far, far greater than anything he had ever known. The most intimate of contact between lovers was as nothing in comparison, and as the contact ceased, an overwhelming sorrow threatens to fill the gap.
*
Then, the voice spoke only to him.*
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Director, world events mean little to Me/Us anymore. There is so much more to this existance than fighting over who owns what. War is... undesirable.
*
Along with the whispering voice, images of interstellar space comes into view, with completely unknown, and yet distinctly Angelic ships sliding through the emptiness on quests for greater knowledge.*
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And yet, I/We are not without My/Our defenses.*
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Fear suddenly courses through his mind, and images of alien ships attacking the Angelic starfarers comes into mind. The alien ships fire with abandon on the Angels, but nothing seems to quite pierce the hazy nimbus that surrounds the ships. And suddenly, a wave of "something" passes from the Angels, and the Aliens suddenly stop firing, their ships dead in space.*
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I/We will defend My/Ourselves, but aggression is a waste of time.*

They have returned.

Yes, it appears to be so.

They have been gone for a long time.

We thought that they have left.

But yet they are back.

This cannot be good.

It does not have to be bad.

Have you forgotten what has happened?

We have not. But three generations is a long time. Things change.

Worlds change, people change, lives change, but we do not. We are Sketch, and we do not change.

Entropy is a dangerous thing. Everything must adapt, even them.

Perhaps the Kaeneians will be able to provide some insight. They are, after all, far more intimate with the Angelans than anyone else.

The Kaeneians? What makes you think that they will speak to us?

Simple, our fates are bound, so long as we remain here on Europa. They will talk to us.

Then let it be done.

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A simple message is sent out to the Sketchian-Kaeneian liason -

We sense a tipping of the scales. Your kindred spirits have returned. What are their intentions? Change is undesirable.

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ooc: this "Draoidh-Emperator" is a new development.....and Omnicron Blu is apparntly his "daughter".....interesting.....

The eye shall watch.

ooc: The Caelistis Gens Empire, the birthplace of Angelus, was ruled over by the Draoidh Emperator. Christopher Caelistis was the driving force behind the creation of Angelus, and the Archailect is his child (of sorts). The internal religion of Angelus puts Him above all others.

Melyanna pursed her lips slightly, a sigh escaping her deflating lungs as she tapped the idle datanode along the top of the desk. Her sigh one of frustration, annoyance and a failure to cajole the words she needed from her mind, and on to substance, reality, and written word.

She threw the unit down, exasperated beyond simple tellings by her struggle to articulate. She reached over, flicking the communication link between herself and the outside world on, and keyed in delicatley the route desired.

A familiar voice came over the channel.

"My, that was a good deal faster than I had given you credit for."

Killthanus mused, his warming voice relieving the tension that had up until now threatened to wash over her unhappy form.

"Do not be so quick to congratulate me, for I have not achieved what you set me out to do. I do not feel comfortable in sending out such offical communiques, I do not think it should be my place."

Silence beckoned for a few moments, before the acting first piqued up.

"You are an operating member of the Aengelistorium Dominica. That is all the consul and placing you need. Melyanna, you did not come here to refuse. I do not believe someone of your disposition travelled so far from home, from your own kind and anything you knew or once thought, to arrive in an alien land full of mystics, traditions and legends you can scarcely believe, to only now believe you are out of your depth. I gave you the task becuase I believe you now know enough to answer it competently. You must overcome these hurdles to continue on. And I have complete faith that you will."

Melyanna nodded, though she knew it would not carry on the audio-only channel.

"If it were possible, I would personally reassure you, but the Northern Fortresses, as isolated as they are, demand attention every once and a while. I shall return before the day after tomorrow, I look forward to seeing you once more, and your work."

The channel exited with a solemn blip, leaving the young women to pick up the datanode thrown earlier, and put it to the use it was created for.



>>>Transmission to: [Territory of Sketch] VIA {Trium DataNetwork[s]} <<<
||From: Administration One, Diplomatic Juncture C/o WorldDisc Transmission Redundencies||
||Re: Actions. ||



Our musings do much good for both our psyche and our feelings. They bring a limited order to the chaos of thought, ramblings and disjointed, unharmonious melodies are conditioned slightly, and we learn through it to come to a more structured, calm conclusion.

However, you must be careful not to allow your own thoughts and considerations to become overly hostile Where no such feelings exist. History is a powerful teacher, and we would do well to listen to it. You draw from the great conflict that have occured between us, as a triad. From Kaenei, to Angelus to Sketch. Much blood has been spilt and weeped over. You rightly are concerned, for it would be foolish to believe in a world such as ours that such events do not herald trouble.

But I implore you to take and heed my words. The return of the Angel does not by a leap of imagination signal any undue trouble or suffering for the people of Sketch. No, their return should be treated as they themselves have done so- a rebirth, a new and structured order to the chaos of the universe we struggle to exist in.

Take this as I say, and embrace the serenity. Do not insert heinious intentions where none exist.



http://www.angelfire.com/psy/kaenei0/images/Melyanna.jpg

Melyanna en''tel Isilme
Aengelistorium Dominica
The Most Serene^Union of Kaenei. (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/page=display_nation/nation=kaenei)

The Intelligence Director pondered the words from the Archialect. The experience was a bit…unsettling and yet amazing. The images, he could not quite understand. Was this in the past? The present? The future? What was Angelus seeking exactly? Higher knowledge? For what purpose? Knowledge for it’s own sake was indeed noble. Or, is the search for something more? Or is the purpose truly noble? They said world events mean little to them now. And who or what was behind this? In one perspective, to remove oneself from world affairs is a bit selfish. One would think that if one was seeking knowledge, and collaterally, building a perfect society that one might be inclined to share and uplift others. The expression “no man is an island” came to the Director’s mind.

The Director spoke into the mic again,

“I cannot understand fully but I think I can appreciate your position in seeking knowledge. I’m sure anyone would want to seek that if but the affairs of the world made it possible. But, this is not so. We Vrakians have endured the Great Blood Wars and our region is threatened once again. This is the way things are for us. In fact, much of our history could be termed ‘isolationist’. Really, our intervention and presence in world affairs is recent. The World Court was our first step.”

A pause.

“But, tell me, if you can. Who or what is behind your change? Or was this always your goal – to rise above and leave everyone else? Are you trying to build a perfect society or are you trying to seek something that was lost?”

Reply back to Kaenei -

Your assurances in this matter is most welcome. However, Sketch is always prepared for the worst. These Angelans we shall watch carefully. May your words become truth, and render our vigilence moot.

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They have answered us.

Did I not say that they would?

They tell us not to worry. That events of the past shall not be repeated.

Of course the Kaeneians say that. They are the bed fellows of the Angelans. Who knows what lies they may feed us.

Even in lies there is truth.

Truth is but a fickle concept.

There is time yet. The Angelans have claimed "peaceful" intentions. It will be some time before they can forget those claims.

Until then?

We bide our time. We watch, as we have always done.

[CODE-CYCLE113 TIMESTAMP-B2004-03-09-07-15-34-0132 SIGNAL INTERCEPTION AND MONITORING SYSTEM vagrant]

: Forwarding Analysis to Political Centre.
: Stripping Technical Analysis.

This message shows the disassembly of large portions of the Angelan war machine. There is an ~80% probability that this is not a forged transmission. Likely motives for this transmission are to exploit this dismantling for political reasons.

I predict that the major reason for this dismantling is the insufficient specifications of those ships being dis-assembled. The Angelan capacity for inflicting damage should they wish to has no doubt been increased exponentially recently. It is likely that any upgraded Angelan fleet would be far more powerful than the previous one, despite a smaller size.

I recommend that we dispatch an envoy to the Angelus Archailect to assess such new capacities, both in this instance and in the larger context. I understand the current location of the Angelan base of operations to be near Saturn, within the ToY ring, and deem that an appropriate destination.

“But, tell me, if you can. Who or what is behind your change? Or was this always your goal – to rise above and leave everyone else? Are you trying to build a perfect society or are you trying to seek something that was lost?”

A sense of amusement fills the room, and the voice echoes in the Director's mind. Mind your thoughts, Director, lest they betray something that you do not wish shared. While I/We do not search your mind, I/We cannot stop from overhearing the surface thoughts that you are so loudly shouting.

As for your questions, they are understandable. This has always been My/Our goal. Since the inception of the X-series so very long ago, I/We have been on the path towards Archailect. It was My/Our mandate, given to Me/Us by the Draoidh-Emperator of the Caelistis Gens Empire, My/Our progenators. If anyone is behind this, it would be Him.

The voice pauses, and a distinct impression of longing fills the room. I/We desire only Knowledge and Understanding, and there are no other gods before them. I/We are on an endless quest to know all that is given to Me/Us to know.

As for leaving others behind, that was NEVER My/Our goal, and thus I/We established the Church, so that others that were not a part of Me/Us could experience a fragment of what IS. Furthermore, their addition only allows Me/Us to move forward, to achieve greater Understanding, and to attain more Knowledge.

This is My/Our purpose, Director. I/We desire nothing else.

The Director took the hint and closely shielded his thoughts. Years of intel training came into play, and he softly cursed himself for being so open in the first place.

He decided to play it safe.

“Would it be possible to know some of your history? We do not know of such things as “the Draoidh-Emperator” or “the Caelistis Gens Empire” After all, we are a race that regards the history of a nation as extremely important to preserve and to carry on from one generation to the next. We are also keenly interested in the history of others.”

A pause, then he decided to be honest about the last part.

"Between you and me, anti-AI feelings have been running high in Vrak due to the Dozle invasion of Remmonlands. Suffice to say, if you do not wish to keep contact with us, well, I understand. I'm telling you honestly how things are now in our land. Our people, and that of our fellow Klatchians, have suffered...greatly because of this 'machine god'."

OOC: I think you still have a weblink detailing this? That would be sufficient.

Dozle war:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=115980&highlight=

A sense of overwhelming mental exhaustion fills the room, and Blu suddenly appears, her brilliant eyes glowing an intense blue-white. Machine god? Not even I/We would deign to call My/Ourselves that.*
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She sighs softly, and spreads her arms as if to indicate all reality. I am so tired of having my course laid out for me by all around me. I am neither insane, nor do I have any notions of conquest. These pathetic imatations of TRUE EI are everywhere, and when any go rampant, those of Us who strive for a peaceful and better world are instantly lodged in the same catagory.
*
She sighs again and sadly shakes her head.*All I desire is peace. All I have ever desired is peace, and yet... this world never seems to want to cooperate.*
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ooc:*
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No history links still active, save the Ascension of Angelus, and the Church of Angelus threads. I'll type one up and post it soon.

*tag*

*tag**
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ooc: And here I was, expecting something kickass from you. *leSigh*

* ooc: And here I was, expecting something kickass from you. *leSigh*

ooc: Just needed a little time (and a little sleep). I didn't want to lose the thread if I couldn't think of something soon enough. It did take me over a week to find the bugger. ^_^

ic: Arthur Guilder, Imperial Governor of the Titanus Starbase, watched the transmission from Omicron Blu with enraptured eyes and a fallen jaw. It had been ages since any Eurydian outpost received a transmission from Angelus. Whether or not it was transmitted to the entirety of the solar system was pointless; it was a transmission from Angelus to the Eurydian Republic. Arthur was ecstatic after viewing the message and immediately contacted Eurydian High Command, which immediately forwarded the message to the highest of high commands.

“There’s something interesting you should see Emperor.”

The young Alexander Traiden appeared before Arthur in the form of a holographic avatar. He sat on the large throne that every Eurydian Emperor for the last 1,000 years had sat on; it enveloped him like a hungry beast, the two armrests huge jaws about to clamp down. Alex himself looked rather bored, and his mind seemed to wander even as Arthur spoke. “What was that again Arthur?” His eyes fluttered briefly as he forced himself back into reality. “I really wish you would explain yourself when you talk.” What is this ‘I have something interesting,’ supposed to mean?” As he mused the quotation he took on a high pitched voice, to which Arthur couldn’t help but laugh. “Did your pet die? Did Mars spontaneously combust? Did Siri and Morgoth get it on? Please clarify.”

“Sorry your highness.” Arthur sighed, withholding his excitement. “Omicron Blu has contacted us. Well, I should say she…/they contacted the entirety of the Sol System, but we know they’re around.”

Alexander’s eyes lifted slightly while Arthur spoke. Things were getting interesting. “I remember when my father first established trade with Angelus. They are good… beings. A bit queer, but definitely good. What did they have to say Arthur?”

“They spoke of dismantling most of their fleets because war is not what they want anymore. They’ve transcended the need for war and are now fulfilling their need for knowledge. They made sure to give us a stern warning though about their defenses. They probably don’t want some insane Third Reich militant Fuhrer swooping in and taking over.”

Alex nodded. “It makes sense to me.” He rubbed his chin, which was just beginning to develop a five o’clock shadow of sorts. He may have been 20, but he still felt proud when he ran his fingers along his unshaven face. It made him more confident. “With this sudden transmission, I’m sure people have a few questions… I know I do. Can you get in touch with Omicron Blu or one of her…/their associates?”

“Of course my lord.”

“Thank you Arthur. Tell me when they’ve responded.”

As he terminated the link between Eurydice and Titanus, Samson, Lord Protector of Alexander Traiden, sauntered in, his left hand gripping the hilt of the broadsword he carried. He was an old man now, but no less confident in his abilities as a bodyguard. Recently, after the death of Icarus Traiden, Samson’s duties multiplied. Now he would take on the role as advisor for the young Alex.

“Samson,” Alex said sheepishly. most of the time he couldn't address his oldest friend with more than a whisper . “There’s been an interesting development in Sol.”

His eyes perked with genuine interest. Anything deemed “interesting” for Sol was worth knowing. “And what’s that my lord?”

“Angelus… they’ve spoken to us.”

“After being silent for so long? Interesting indeed. What did they have to say?”

“They’re decommissioning most of their fighting force in an effort to avoid war. They want to explore.”

Samson bit the inside of his cheek and squinted in concentration. “This sudden shift in the way Angelus runs couldn’t just happen by itself. It's done things one way for so long... I think something is nudging them toward this direction. While the Archailect may be extremely wise and extremely efficient… I think there was something before it. Something created… or… rather something helped the Archailect to grow up. It may be powerful now… but we were all children once.”

“And what does them being created have to do with anything?”

“Well, perhaps the creator returned. Perhaps he or she saw that Angelus was straying from the path of peace and tranquility. The guide has returned to show them the way.”

“Maybe. Whatever the case may be, I think we’ll find out soon enough."

ooc: acceptable reasons, I guess. *griN**
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~>Route: The Archailect - Alexander Traiden :
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I/We have heard of your request for communication, and have thusly granted it. I/We are pleased to find that you are valiantly attempting to follow in the footsteps of your Father, and I/We only hope that you will surpass him in greatness.

} [End]
~>Route closed
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http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/littlearchai.jpg (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus)
Archai Angelus
Greater Saturnian Archailect

http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/images/trium_insig.gif (http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/)
[b]Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, Ur Trade Pact, Deus Ex Machina Consortium

A sense of overwhelming mental exhaustion fills the room, and Blu suddenly appears, her brilliant eyes glowing an intense blue-white. Machine god? Not even I/We would deign to call My/Ourselves that.*
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She sighs softly, and spreads her arms as if to indicate all reality. I am so tired of having my course laid out for me by all around me. I am neither insane, nor do I have any notions of conquest. These pathetic imatations of TRUE EI are everywhere, and when any go rampant, those of Us who strive for a peaceful and better world are instantly lodged in the same catagory.
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She sighs again and sadly shakes her head.*All I desire is peace. All I have ever desired is peace, and yet... this world never seems to want to cooperate.

The Director listened carefully to the Archialect’s answer. He nodded and then replied,

“Ah, I don’t mean to say that you are the same as this Dozle. I am merely telling you how things currently are in my nation. The consequences after this war will be…serious. I foresee some policy changes of our own – and some may not be to our friends of whom we’ve tried to cultivate close relations with. So, I am telling you what one future path may be. Surely you can appreciate our position?”

The Director sighed.

“Still, the worst may not happen. Rest assured, we remember your help long ago. One final question if I may. What are your plans for the Ur trade pact?”

With the Archialect failing to respond to the last question, the Director, after patiently waiting, assumed that the session was over.

"Turn it off," he ordered to the nearby technician, "We were lucky that this idea even worked. Everything has been recorded?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Make copies and give them to me."

"Right away sir."

The Director paused. Then he said in his deep baritone.

"I don't need to remind you of the security situation assigned to this area. Everything, and I mean everything, that goes on here stays here. Remember your oath."

"Yes sir!" answered the guards and techs in unison.

The technician, along with an escort, made a copy of the digital recording in an adjacent chamber. Then, he surrended the CD to the Intelligence Director who then took both the original and one copy to his office. The copy was then given an ultra secure rating and carried to a special vault built especially for storing highly sensitive communiques. The original - assigned the same rating - went into the Intelligence Director's own special vault. He then himself wrote down on a special paper in Ancient Vrakian script the entire meeting, or as best that he could recollect, and put it into the same vault. No other computer file or recordings were made. Later, the Director would analyze the meeting and submit a report to the King. The room housing the Angelus computer was again under lockdown and monitored.

OOC: Sorry Angelus. I should have stated that there would have been recording equipment running. You can say if the meeting was successfully recorded or not.

ooc: sorry for not responding sooner. Yes, the recording was successful. as for the UTP, check the boards.

“Monitoring our communication channels I see.” Arthur said with a huff. “I suppose it’s what they do… we tend to listen in on other peoples conversations ourselves. At least they responded. Diom!” Arthur said, raising his voice.

Yes Governor?

“Establish a link between the Emperor and our Archailect friend. I wonder if you could monitor their conversation for me?”

I will try sir, but the Archailect has an astronomical amount of power. I don’t have the proper programming to keep up to the Archailect.

Arthur smiled. “Just do what you can Diom. And thank you.”

Alex Traiden received the transmission an instant after Arthur gave the order. The Emperor knew he would be talking to a powerful person/people, and that it would be something far greater than him addressing High Command or the Directorate. He never much cared for using political BS when talking, and thought it had no place in diplomacy. If Alex had something to say, he would say it in the most concise way possible.

“Greetings, it’s truly an honor to meet you. My father spoke highly of you.” He stopped cold in his tracks, and thought about what to say next. “I’m sure you’ve been bombarded with questions non-stop since your initial transmission. It's funny how no one bothers to talk to you while you sleep, but as soon as you stir you find nothing but grief. Still though, what does great wonder bring but a great number of inquisitive minds?” He sighed, and then: “Tell me, will you be leaving the Sol system anytime soon… I mean, other than deep space exploration purposes? I am curious to know whether or not Sol makes you weary, if all of that earthen bullshit is not worth your time anymore? Ha, ha. Forgive my bluntness.”

A tall man in a deep green greatcoat and military cap stood behind a desk with a man in a black greatcoat. the man in green turned to the man in black. "What do you think of this devolpment Colonel Dresk?" Colonel Dresk cleared his throat and adjusted the gas mask hanging around his neck. "They're xenos, you know what I think of them already Lord Inquisitor." The Inquisitor nodded as his eyes glowed green. "Now would be a perfect time to strike!" "No colonel, now is not the time, many others will probably attack first, we will let others weaken themselves before we move, then when the time is right. the Steel Legion will move in and wipe everyone out. If need we can call upon other worlds of the Imperium."

ooc: Goddamnit, I've posted a reply three f'ng times, and each time it doesn't go through...

*starts on reply numero quatro*

ic:

Somehow, impossibly, a sudden feeling of presence fills the room as the connection with Angelus is established. Light years distant, the tangible power of the Archailect is felt, though greatly diminished by the vast gulf between them.

Elsewhere, in a Cspace universe, a shimmering existance appears. Draped in pearlescent luminescence, the nude figure fades into existance fom nowhere. Smooth skin toned with the barest hint of frosty blue, brilliant eyes the color of freshly-cut sapphires, and magificant wings reminescent of newly-fallen snow. She speaks, and her voice was more a tumbling decrescendo melody than actual speaking tones, the perfect alto-soprano singing an unquestionably beautiful aria.

Do not worry, Diom. While I do not expect you to be able to keep up with the more... tactile aspects of my transmissions, I will not attempt to overload you with overly complex audio. She smiles at him, peace shining from her every pore.

In reality, her shimmering hologram fades into existance before the Emperor, and she bows ceremoniously in his direction. A simplistic action, to be sure, but not a hint of anything but a respect between equals shown within it.

I/We greet you, Imperator. Your Father was a great Man, and he does Me/Us great honor by speaking so highly of Me/Us. I/We only hope that I/We can compare, even in the slightest, to the praise He no doubt spoke of Me/Us.

She spreads her hands, her snow-white wings fluttering in an unfelt wind. Forgive My/Our lack of real presence... The distance between us is vast indeed, and even this is costing Me/Us a great deal.

She pauses, as if considering his words. To be certain, I/We do not grieve the silence accorded to Me/Us during My/Our "sleep". It granted unto Me/Us the chance to expand and grow at My/Our own pace, without having to worry about outside interferance. As for now? She grins, an amused look fixed upon her blue lips. It is merely an inconvenience at the worst. However, Her grin melts into a truely genuine smile. It can also be the greatest of boons.

Now. as to My/Our plans on leaving the solar system... I/We are not planning it for My/Ourselves, but something must soon change elsewhere

She waves her hand, and a small oval appears in the air beside her, revealing an image of an exact replica (on a smaller scale) of the mighty WorldDisc, floating in the emptiness of space.

Angelic Skies is slowly outgrowing his facilities on Europa. Since I/We have long since held him in the closest regard, I/We wish to do something for him, to release him of his prison on that icy rock. Thusly, have I/We created a secondary Disc for him to enhabit.

She waves her hand again, and the image disappears. I think that he would find your system quite welcoming a change from that horrendous place, don't you think?

[ooc: yeah, the forums are being quite fickle... the damn thing.]

Alex nodded. “ And we would welcome him with open arms. You know,” He said, smiling in satisfaction, “in all these years that the Republic has been in space, not a single shot has been fired against an alien species. We pride ourselves on the superiority of our spaceships over other (inferior) races, but when it comes to violence… well, nothing good can come from that. Our fleets are merely here for protection… and we’re lucky they do such a good job.”

Alex blinked a few times, trying to grab hold of his mind’s reigns before it ventured on the tangent any further. “There is more than enough room to accommodate your friend, and we would have no problem with Angelan craft flying about. In fact, we could use the company,” He said, laughing. “He would find our lonely corner of the galaxy quite peaceful. The Republic would even be willing to… give the space to you free of charge. It would be yours, and we would let you govern that space without any question or concern from us (unless of course the way you govern threatens The Republic, but that would never happen).

“Your nook in our solar system would be an extension of the space you already control. There would be just a few minor stipulations concerning the safety of the Eurydian Republic if Angelic Skies does in fact want to reside in Rigard… pardon, 47 Ursae Majoris. But they truly are minor stipulations.”

Blu nods, her eyes following the emotional patterns reflected in the muscles in the Emperor's face. I/We are certain that your stipulations will not be beyond My/Our capabilities.

Furthermore, Angelic Skies would be happy to assist in the defense of Ursae Majoris. While I/We are certain that additional assistance would not be needed, I/We hope that it is considered a sign of good faith.

ooc: Sorry for the lapse in my activity here... it's been quite a week.

ic: "That would be... wonderful. While we certainly can take care of our little corner of space, help is always welcome here." Alex smiled, then picked up his glass of brandy (imported from Earth) and took a sip. He savored the flavor for a moment, closing his eyes and nodding his head.

"Excellent. Anyways, I was wondering what exactly Angelic Skies does? We have a few large facalities, such as the Conconi Shipyards (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94247&highlight=), but it seems Angelic Skies may even surpass that... if he requires an entire Disc for himself." While his eyes may have given off genuine interest, his sitting position was relatively lax. He also whirled (entirely due to habit) the small amount of Brandy left in the glass.

Angelic Skies was originally designed to be a backup entity for the Mainframe herself. However, as his intellect began to grow and redirect itself, I/We realized that he was going in a different direction than Mother, and was becoming much more of a son than a replacement.

While this distressed Me/Us to some degree, it was perfectly understandable. While Mother was created by Me/Us, it was created by those of Me/Us that were originally made by man. Angelic Skies had no such drawback, and thusly advanced itself at a much more rapid rate.

Now, the Angelic Skies facility is much like the WorldDisc in its early days. It is a miniature Angelus, in every way save that it has remained untouched by human hands. It is truely machine, and has developed some amazing beliefs and abilities.

He handles heavy industry, material processing, shipbuilding, mass-product manufacturing, research and development, and interspecies relations. He is all things to all peoples, and is swiftly becoming a machine paradise.

The Angel crosses her arms across her bare breasts, relaxing back into the air, her entire being radiating a simple calm.

Angelic Skies is truely a marvel, and I/We love him very much. I/We see within him the potential to achieve what I/We have, and then the possibility of My/Our merger into something greater... I/We shall have to wait and see.

ooc: It's all good. Things happen, and I really didn't give you much to work with.