NationStates Jolt Archive


Advisors.

Kecha
24-03-2004, 22:55
OOC: The Holy Emperess of Kecha is ill at the moment, as is her Sister. This post shows activities that took place a short while in the past.

IC: Emperess Kushrenada sat in her chair and waited as the various members of her High Command filtered in from assorted places. National Guard. Militia. Navy. Air Force. Armada Royale. Etc... When they had all arrived she cleared her throat "Ladies, and gentlemen. We have a problem" Around the room heads nodded in agreement. Everyone knew the problem she spoke of "The Kechan Armada Royale has joined an enemy in combat, and has been butchered. Our Space Navy is just obviousley not all that it was cracked up to be. I therefore propose that we seek outside aid" "How do you mean Holiness?" General Parker asked. Parker commanded the National Guard "I've contacted a nation known as the Miniaturized Colony of The Alpha Minis. They have agreed to send Advisors. They will, with any luck, build up the Armada Royale to a point that it is next to unstoppable" The conversation continued for awhile, and in the end, it was agreed: They would ask the MCTAM for aid.
The Alpha Minis
03-04-2004, 18:30
OOC: Sorry I didn't reply sooner. Been away.

IC: The *click click* chittering sound could be heard just beneath the translated speech of B-03795, head of R&D for the Alpha Minis. High-rank officers from the various development branches gathered at the Space Port to await their shuttle and discuss among themselves the situation. This makes up a six-ant team of advisors.

B-03795: "So this is the situation as it stands. They seem to be lacking a bit in capable technologies to counter the forces acting against them. Our job is to get them up to speed."

D-92584: "Sounds interesting. Do we have anything to go on yet? Schematics, proposals and all?"

B-03795: "Not as such. It's no good to send that info over the comm-waves, in case it gets intercepted. Like sending a Red to deliver flowers."

The whole group gets to laughing in a wave of chittering. The hover platform they stand on rocking a bit. "Ah, I better reply to the Kechan's request, right? Let them know we're coming and all?"

[code:1:a7becb071c]We have received your message, and are on our way to aid you in re-designing your crafts. We'll need to look over schematics of some of your fleet's ships when we arrive. This will be the first step. We can decide the next course of action after that.

Until then, keep your heads low on this.

B-03795: First Aero-Space Engineer
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Kecha
12-04-2004, 13:57
Response: Don't worry, we'll keep low on this issue. There are certain factions we'd rather not have know of this.
The Alpha Minis
14-04-2004, 14:27
The team awaits at the Sakkran Orbital Shipyard for their ship to finish its pre-flight check. After a half hour, the light at the bay door blinks green, and the group enters the ship. The shuttle leaves the docking bay and heads for the pre-determined coordinates to make a safe sub-space insertion to Kechan space.

B-03795 comms the pilots of the shuttle. "Send a comm pulse in advance to Ketchan space to expect us. Give them our ETA and identification signals and all that. And get me a capuccino. Lightly steamed."

The ship sends a cascade of energy before it and opens a rift in space. The ship enters the hole, and disappears from normal space, with the hole closing before long.

http://www.5amfunnies.com/sakkra/minis.JPG
Kecha
16-04-2004, 20:06
Response: Simply put, we await your arrival.
The Alpha Minis
16-04-2004, 20:18
On the edge of Kechan space, a rift opens up in a wave of coruscating energy, and the shuttle makes the entrance into real space. D-92584 of Development shakes his head. "By the Mother of Us All, that is uncomfortable. When are we going to get this boat updated?"

B-03795 of Development shushes them down. "Pilot, send a comm to the Kechans. We have arrived, and will either await escort or rendezvous with them at coordinates provided."
Kecha
16-04-2004, 20:34
IC: The message was responded to with instructions to 'please await an escort of two ships' 5 minutes later two Andromeda-Class ships emerged from FTL, they sent a communication:

"Alpha Minis vessel. We are your escort, and welcome to Kechan space. For the purpose of future communications, we have been temporarily named The Ruthless, and The Iron Faith. Please follow us through STL"
The Alpha Minis
16-04-2004, 20:45
"Acknowledged, Ruthless. Our Designation is Steel Butterfly, and we will follow." The pilot severs the comm, and addresses the passengers. "We are being escorted by two Kechan ships. Please remain seated and enjoy the in-flight movie."

A screen comes down, and the Three Stooges is played.

"Oh, crap. When are we going to get some current movies to watch? Watching these buffoonish mammals sets my mandibles!"
Kecha
16-04-2004, 20:57
IC:

"Acknowledged Steel Butterfly, try to enjoy your flight. This will be a short one"

The two Kechan ships moved off in formation, with The Iron Faith behind the AM ship, and The Ruthless ahead of her. Within two hours a communication is sent from The Iron Faith:

"Attention Steel Butterfly, we are now on final approach to the Orbital Building Facility. Do you copy?"
The Alpha Minis
17-04-2004, 03:30
"We copy you, and we are uploading landing protocols, Iron Faith. In the meantime. Thanks for the escort, folks!"

The co-pilot checks the magnetic landing and docking clamps, maneuvering thrusters and what-not. The sub-space field generator is cycled down, and the main engines prepare to apply reverse thrust.