NationStates Jolt Archive

Welcome to the "Orion" star system!

This region is based largely around the classic MoO games! Any space-themed nations are welcome however and we already have a large contingent of Star Control races and a Dalek!?!

Please feel free to use this message board for any in-game dealings with your fellow species!

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We are the Psilons and we are eager to enter into any trade agreements with neighbouring species that are appropriate!

How are we to know you truly are the Psilon? You could be those foul Antarans, attempting to play a trick on us. They have tried in the past, and have failed. We will need proof you are who you say you are.

If you prove this, we may talk more of trade agreements.

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Emperor Gorrm
Empire of Sakkra

Though it runs contrary to your nature, be at peace, landwalker. The Psilons mean you no harm. Take heed their advice; there is so much more to be gained by trust and co-operation. We are all in this against the Antaran.

By the Old One We remain,

Eaalaril Taee
IMP TRILARIAN

Looking into your region, I see you have a Sakkran presence already. perhaps they are an off-shoot of ours? Regardless, do not confuse the Herpetological Empire with them.

Be assured that we are indeed the Psilons and not the insisdious Antarans attempting some ploy.

You are welcome to enter Orion space and see for yourself. We would be glad to arrange the relevant non-aggression treaties and begin trade negotiations.

Mylon
Ambassador

(I did have an out of character question I didn't want to clutter the region discussion board with - which of the three games is this region going to focus mainly on, or are any of the them acceptable? I'm a bigger fan of MoOIII, but...well, I like the Mrrshan and the other "cheese" races as much as anyone ;).)

(but not as much as the Trilarians! :P)

Hi there. In response to your question, I made the region as primarily a Moo2 region but I don't think it matters too much, after all there are a load of Star Control races in here and even a Dalek!?!
think of it as a "Moo in principle region" :D

(ooc: Ah, good deal. I can do the whole MoOII bit - heh, just have to find my old CD. *rumages*

Ah, I remember zipping about the galaxy stellar converting various things. It's true - the really good games to get better with age!

Too bad that doesn't apply for the old-skewl MoO - I just can't play with out my main men...er, fish ;)

Right - I'm off before I slip more into this sleep-deprived delerium and start posting really random things. Damn server...how the hell does a regional message double post!? sorry about that...[/spam])

No worries! I've seen it happen before!
Gald to have you on board!! It's mad to think i made this region only a month or so ago and already there's loads of interest! :)

I know what you mean about Moo2, still one of my faves that pick up from time to time! I still have moo but it's a bit ropey (sacrilige!) and although I own MoO3 I do miss the Elerians and the Mrrshns...
2 of my fave species!

We Klackons claim lordship over the Orion sector of space!
We have evidence that we are the true successors of the Orions!

Klickti-Klik

I have just recieved the following broadcast on the intergalactic news channel.

"Peoples of Orion rejoice today as the skies are once more clear of ancient and deadly looking star ships. It is still not known who they are or what they wanted. But research is already underway on Dimensional Barrier technology to ensure the security of the region"

One threat is over fellow species, however the mystery of the so called "Antarans" deepens...could they too be from another plane of existence? How do their ships appear with such speed and dissapear without trace?....

Psirix
Technology Analyst

The Latest News From Orion



Great nations of Orion,

I come before you this fine day with an offering of eternal peace.

Trilarians have never been an aggressive species. We only seek to explore the universe about us and create everlasting works of beauty and substance.

In that spirit, we offer every race - save the dastardly Darlocks and antagonistic Antarans - a non-aggression pact. We hope that this offer will be received in the spirit it was given.

To universal peace, I am:

L. Oraaborus
Foreign Minister

By the Old One, We remain:

Eaalaril Taee
IMP TRILARIAN



We Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah acknowledge the benefits of a non-agression pact at this time. Our fleet has already enagaged these so called "Antarans" around the Draconis star cluster. While we won the engagement we suffered heavy losses. We do not like to admit it, but even the mighty Ur-Quan cannot win this war alone.

We sign your pact wise Trilarian. May it benefit both our species.

Death 390



Great Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah,

We are eternally grateful that you have decided to sign our pact. Our own encounters with these raiders have been slightly less than succesful; they razed our only extra-Trilar system colony just a few cycles ago. Fortunately, we managed to scrap the buildings and transport a few citizens before they could be destroyed, but the entire Trilarian Empire weeps for the lives lost.

We ask you, as your technology is clearly superior to ours, will you please sign a research pact with us? Our scientists are cunning and sharp; once you have let them into the general principle, I remain sure that they will quickly be able to make a positive contribution to your own research projects.

To universal peace, I am:

L. Oraaborus
Foreign Minister

By the Old One, We remain:

Eaalaril Taee
IMP TRILARIAN



We agree to your research treaty Eaalaril Taee of the Trilarians, however you will understand I'm sure that we intend to keep certain technologies to ourselves. However as a show of good faith we offer you our Ground Battery and Missile Technologies to assist your colonies in their defence.

Death 390



Greetings fellow sentients!
It is good that the Ur-Quan and Trilar have formed this treaty, their combined strength and wisdom bodes well for our future.
I too am willing to enter into research treaties with the Ur-Quan and the Trilar. Whilst we are not as advanced as the Ur-Quan as yet, our scientists are without compare and can surely contribute to substantial breakthroughs.

Psirix
Research Specialist


Body text may have been edited for continuity.

((I’d just like to say thank you to the mods. I know I’m as much to blame for the escalation as anyone else; I’d like to apologize if I lost my temper.

Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering (which I doubt, somehow ;)), I’ve decided to use the MoO3 backstory and physiology of the Trilarians, but in a MoO2 timeframe and technology reference.))

Palace of the Morning Tide
Evenvent, Trilar III -- Trilarian Empire, Orion Sector

With a quick flick of his powerful rear flipper, Leoluus Oraborus squirted through the round aperture that served as doors in the Palace of the Morning Tide. Taee, lounging upon his throne - if, indeed, the curious device could be called such - glanced up at the new arrival.

“Ah, Oraborus. You return.” His voice sounded not like the song of whales or the chatter of dolphins, but rather like rocks softly grinding against one another.

The foreign minister spread his four forward manipulators - they weren’t quite fins, tenticles, nor hands - apart in a curiously Trilarian way of showing deference. “I return, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“What news from the landwalkers?” Here in his own house, Taee had no need to be polite. The Emperor’s distaste for foreign influence was well known, but he’d never let personal choice interfere with matters of state. Oraborus settled into a more relaxed position, resting his head sideways near the foot of the Emperor’s throne. His left eye, a pool of gray containing its great black pupil, gazed up at his lord.

“We have signed a non-aggression and research treaty with the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah, Your Majesty,” replied Oraborus. “They condescend to share with us certain defensive direct fire and missile technologies.”

From behind the throne came a great snorting. A thin trace of bubbles escaped towards the room’s ceiling.

“General Laabrian.” Oraborus’ voice grated with barely concealed contempt.

“The general has just been filling me in on the situation on Sanara Prime,” volunteered Taee with a flip of his upper right manipulator. “I trust he isn’t unwelcome, Minister?”

“I fear where Minister Leoluus is concerned, I’m always unwelcome,” said the general, using short strokes from his rear flipper to propel himself in tight circles above the throne.

“The general and I do have our differences,” said Oraborus haughtily. “For instance, he seems to think me incapable of doing Your Majesty’s work off-world.”

“Where were you and your friends when those raiders razed Sanara Prime?” sneered Laabrian Juastaal. “Hundreds of thousands dead in ruptured aquadomes, and the most we heard from the outside world was a single message of warning from a Gnolam trader! Right before the great above started burning with fire and bombs!”

“You cannot blame the atrocities of the Antarans upon our fellow Orions!” retorted Oraborus, his voice grating angrily. “Or would you prefer to be completely unprepared next time, in case they come for Trilar itself?” The Foreign Minister had risen from his submissive position and was ruffling his dorsal membrane warningly.

“Enough!” bellowed Taee, flicking his rear fin and shooting from the throne in an angry tight circle. “I have heard enough! I will not have such ... such childish behavior in my own cabinet! Either you can learn to work together - or I will see you both removed from power!” General Laabrian bowed his head and sunk to the floor with a wave of his manipulators; Oraborus bowed his scaly head and swung his semi-limbs open again.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty,” said Oraborus, a slight tremor in his deep rumbling. “I have become carried away in my passion for my work.”

“And I in my passion for our people,” added Justaal quietly.

“Very well,” replied Taee, settling back onto his throne. “Minister Leoluus, please continue your report.”

“I have also made great contact with the Psilons, Your Majesty. They seemed willing to sign both research and non-aggression pacts. We would do well to associate with them; for a landwalking species, they can almost fathom.” That was about the greatest compliment a Trilarian could pay any non-aquatic species. “However, duties required me back on Trilar before talks could be concluded.

Taee flushed his head left to right, swirling his dorsal membrane. “I see. I know of these Psilons; indeed, their capacity for knowledge is great. Sometimes, however, we must be careful lest we confuse knowledge with wisdom. They may have much to teach us about science, but we have much to teach them about the great works of civilization.” Taee waved his upper left manipulator about the throne room, gesturing towards the great works of art that had survived the War of the Depths.

“Shall I sign a treaty with the Psilons in Your Majesty’s name?” Sign - that was a concept still somewhat unfamiliar to the aquatic Trilarians. Still, it was one they must practice in order to survive in the modern galaxy.

“Yes,” affirmed Taee. “But be sure you bring any further treaties before me prior to ‘signing.’”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing any different, Your Majesty.” Again, Oraborus bowed deeply with manipulators spread to Eaalaril Taee. “If I may beg Your Majesty’s pardon, I must prepare for my return to Psilon space.”

“Of course, Minister. I wish you the speed of the Old One.” Oraborus bowed again, then turned himself and exited the chamber with a couple graceful motions.

“You don’t trust him, do you, General Laabrian?” asked Taee of his primary military advisor after the Foreign Minister had gone.

“Trust isn’t a word I’d extend to Minister Leoluus,” confirmed Juastaal. He had returned to swimming in compact circles - the Trilarian equivalent of pacing. “The Antarans are a deadly threat, Your Majesty: I’ll not deny that. But I trust Oraborus’ new landwalking friends as little as I trust the extra-dimensional menace. If we cannot repel the Antarans without losing what makes us Trilarian, is it worth repelling them at all?”

Taee made the equivalent of a ‘humph’ sound, passing a couple bubbles from his gills. “We shall see soon enough, General. We shall see soon enough.”

The latest news


We Sakkra have now extended our empire to four systems. Our production is at maximum and our shipyards are turing our new Sakkran "Bolter" Cruisers at a rate of 3 every six weeks! Hopefully we will soon have a fleet capable of aiding our Psilon/Trilar/Ur-Quan neighbours in this ongoing struggle. However be warned! We Sakkra will not tolerate any race that may try and take advantage of our fleets abscence from homeworld!

Ssla
Minister Of Armed Forces


“Our landwalking cousins,” said Leoluus Oraborus with a quiet rumble. “I wondered how long it would be before we met again.”

“Shall I prepare a statement, Minister?” asked his assistant. Oraborus’ only response was an angry flipping of his eel-like tail.

“No...no. We shall see how the years since the War of the Depths have inclined them towards us first.”

“And if they meet us with mass drivers blazing?” inquired the assistant.

“We shall cross that trench when we come to it,” replied Oraborus.


The image of the Sakkran Ambassador gradually took shape on the GNN network screen...

"Minister Oraborus of Trilar", began the powerfully built Sakkran, "his most regal emperor Slaak Ak Rakka III sends greetings to you and your people, and bids me to read the following statement".

There was a short pause while the whole of Orion held it's breath, then finally the ambassador resumed..

"To the people of Trilar, I bring you an offer of peace and understanding in these troubled times. We were once enemies it is true, but now a darkness beyond comprehension threatens to engulf us all. As such I say we put aside our old differences and make a shining example to other species by declaring an undying alliance! Together and with our new allies in this region we stand a chance of...."

The snap of a laser blast was suddenly heard over the loudspeaker followed by screams and the crack and hiss of further assorted weapons fire. The viewer screen went dark to be then replaced by a test transmission....


As a fellow aquatic race we extend great *bubbles* to Trilar! they seem like *happy campers* indeed! perhaps they would like to come to *our house*?

We have also sent *fingers* to the edge of Sakkran space to render assistance if needed.

Our Spymaster 'Frumple' has picked up Darlok transmissions from near the Sakkran *playground*. We thought that was *frumple* and you should know!

Splishi Splashi
ORZ Command


THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!

Our ambassador to Trilar has been assasinated!
We will NOT rest until the culprits are discovered and we shall then wreak a vengeance such as this sector has never seen!

Sak-Akkar
Minister of Intelligence

<transmission ends - no futher transmissions will be accepted at this time>

Ministry of Galactic Affairs - Mentar IV - Psilon Homeworld

"They cut transmissions sir", reported the comms officer from his post, turning slightly to face his commander, Intelligence Minister Manari.

"This is chilling news Lieutenant..", the venerable minister stopped pacing immediately and closed his eyes.
"Send a drone to the edge of Sakkra space, passive scans only", he finally ordered "I do not want this to be percieved as an aggressive act but we MUST learn what is happening"

"Yes sir", responded the young officer, turning back to his console.

The Minister then resumed his pacing, "Captain Ishari!"

"Sir?", replied the man shadowing him

"Open communications with our Trilarian and Ur-Quan allies, it is imperative that we retain a united front on this".
He paused briefly glancing at the static on the viewscreen, "and try and raise the Darloks, I'm curious what they have to say on this matter"

OOC: Looks good! Congratulations! I'll be keeping an eye on events.

OOC: Looks good! Congratulations! I'll be keeping an eye on events.
[ooc] yes it looks promising after the earlier hiccup! It would be great if you could contribute :) [ooc]

The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah Hierarchy vessels sped towards the edge of Sakkra space. In total three Dreadnaut warships were dispatched, all three representing the current pinancle of Ur-Quan engineering.

"Captain", hissed the Kohr-Ah pilot "scanners show a rift appearing in space 3 parsecs ahead"
"Move to intercept pilot", rasped Death 871, the Captain of the lead ship, his three eyes blinking asynchronously.
"As you command Lord", the pilot replied, his tentacles immediately moving to carry out the required course change.

The three ships turned as one, like a flock of birds migrating. As they neared the rift and visual confirmation became possible, Death 871 took a moment to appreciate the beauty of this interdimensional anomoly, as it hung there in space, an iridescent glory against the endless black.

Had Death 871 not had that rarest of qualities in an Ur-Quan, an appreciation of beauty, he may have registered sooner the lancing particle beams spewing forth from the maw ahead.

There were no survivors

(I do have a quick ooc question, if anyone's about to hear it. ;) I have a response to all the messages that've been logged recently...but it's rather long-winded. Should I post it here, to the message board, or in both places?)

((I'm going to post it here for now. If anyone wants me to put it in the regional forum as well, please let me know!))

Minister Leoluus Oraborus was, of course, watching the screen with intense purpose. He floated sideways in the common Trilarian relaxation pose, his good left eye trained intently on the screen. So that is what the Exiles have come to look like, he thought to himself with idle curiosity. Rather ugly brutes now, aren’t they? But Oraborus listened to the Sakkra with a keenly trained diplomat’s swim bladder and ear stones.

He held his breath with the rest of the Orion sector at the dramatic pause, and after the continuation, he flapped his forward manipulators down. This caused him to pivot up and back relative to the screen, exposing his underbelly to the receptors, which signified great relief, deference, and trust. But the echoing of shots, even if on screen, widened his eyes and made him clutch his manipulators about his body. Sound carries far underwater, and the noise caused several assistants to come running.

“What is it? What has happened?” ground the first to arrive in consternation.

“I ...I know not,” replied Oraborus, his great shock too much to remember the cold indifference with which servants must be treated. “It would appear that His Most Regal Emperor Slaak Ak Rakka III’s ambassador to the Trilarian Empire has been shot.”

“Typical landwalker outlandishness,” muttered one young Trilarian, hanging towards the back of the room. “We should have killed them all when we had the chance.” Oraborus could not refuse so blatant a challenge from one of his own staff. He thrust himself towards the ceiling with a flip of his powerful tail and used the perch to glower down at his assistants, who cowered in submission.

“Does the coward who uttered those remarks dare make them again?” he bellowed, his voice sounding more like an avalanche than the grinding of rocks. No one moved. “I thought so! We have here a golden diplomatic opportunity, and I will NOT allow it to slip through our fingers through ignorant xenophobia and traditional prejudices!”

“There is grounds to this ‘ignorance’ and ‘traditionalism,’ as you so haughtily put it.” Eyes moved to the passageway, where General Laabrian Juastaal was lazily hanging, his manipulators floating off to either side. His words echoed ominously about the chamber.

“Justaal. I thought you were on your way to Sanara Prime.” Oraborus’ voice showed not even the rudimentary traces of respect it had in the Emperor’s chamber.

“I’m afraid that the colony ship’s departure was delayed somewhat,” replied the general, his voice careless compared to the minister’s. “We would appear to be safe for the time being; I guess you were right that your new friends wouldn’t stab us in the back this soon.”

“I also believe I said you were no longer welcome in this building,” countered Oraborus, flapping his way down to below the general.

“His Majesty countermanded those orders,” replied Justaal, his eel-like body showing no signs of concern at Oraborus’ proximity. “You know that we’ve been told to maintain a closer working relationship?”

“Get out.” Oraborus nudged Justaal with his rear flipper. The minister’s dorsal membrane could be seen stiffening.

“As you will,” said Justaal with his typical distant rumble. “I was just on my way to the Emperor’s chambers anyhow.” Before Oraborus could reply, the Trilarian general turned himself about and shot off down the hall. Oraborus flipped his tail angrily, shooting from one side of the room to the other. The display of aggression and anger, unusual in a Trilarian, surprised his assistants.

“Minister?” It was a brave soul who dared interrupt Oraborus in his present mood. He decided to beg his pardon before all Oraborus’ pent-up anger would be released upon him. “Please, sir, a message from the Sakkrans: the ambassador has indeed been slain. I...I fear that they may be suspecting us in this shameful event.” Instantly, Oraborus was back in his role as the guiding force behind Trilar’s diplomatic relations.

“Prepare a response for them. We do not know what has happened, and I want the wording to convey that exact message. I don’t want a blatant denial, simply an implied one. Also, give them our sympathy and offer to help however we can in the coming investigation.”

“I go at once, Minister,” replied the underling, shooting off a corridor with strokes of his powerful flipper.

“Minister!” called a new voice. “A message from our Psilon allies!” All heads turned in time to see the onrushing assistant. “They call our ambassador to assembly to discuss these events!”

“Send a communication to them accepting the invitation,” rumbled Oraborus. “Inform Ambassador Iorisael that he is to attend, and send him a copy of the message we’re sending to the Sakkrans!”

“Minister!” called yet a third voice. Oraborus released some bubbles from his gills in the typical Trilarian sign of exasperation.

“What is it?”

“We have been contacted by a new race - the Splishi Splashi!” The assistant glanced down at his data pad. “Er, I believe they call for a diplomatic exchange in their home system. They’re not landwalkers, either!”

“Gather all the information you can on these..Spishi Splashies,” growled Oraborus, “and then dispatch, ah, Eeverial. He hasn’t had much work recently.” Oraborus shook his great head in wonderment. It had been a busy day.

I don't think it matters too much where posts are made, although anything that should be kept for posterity is probably best posted here. Having said that Psilons is doing a great job of keeping the news up-to-date :)

Death 14 examined the communication from his heirarchy underling Death 572, confirming that the Psilon and Trilarian ambassadors were on route.

"This is acceptable", he rasped.

He then took a moment to reflect on how far the Ur-Quan had come since their xenophobic forebears first attempted galactic domination. Originally a single race, the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah and the Ur-Quan Kzer-Za were the genetic offshoots created by an evil race of telepaths named the Dnyarri who enslaved the Ur-Quan. After a bloody revolt, the two Ur-Quan races eventually defeated the Dnyarri around 20,000 years ago. The Ur-Quan however then fought a bitter civil war, a war based on two opposing doctrines. The Kzer-Za argued that to protect the Ur-Quan from future enslavement, all other sentient races should be enslaved. The Kohr-Ah had a simpler solution.. they demanded extermination...

Eventually both sides were defeated by an alliance of sentient races and now, a millenia later, here were the Ur-Quan occupying a pivotal role in a new sentient alliance aimed at defending the galaxy from an unknown race bent on genocide.

The irony was not lost on Death 14. "Subordinate", he hissed, "any news from our patrol sent to Sakkran space?"

"No sir", replied the lower ranking Ur-Quan, "nothing as yet."

"Very well". Death 14 gave the Ur-Quan equivalent of a nod, as he turned his massive frame towards the viewer. "Keep me informed"

The Latest News From Orion


I urgently call on the ambassadors of Trilar and the Ur-Quan to an assembly to discuss these shocking new events!

I suggest the meeting be held in Ur-Quan territory as it would seem the most secure.

I await your response

Minister Manari
Galactic Affairs
Mentar


That is acceptable to us Minister Manari.

I suggest the meeting be held in the Arcturus system in 3 standard time units.

We have sent an envoy to the Sakkran Home system and are still waiting for any news.

Death 390


Death 390, our ambassador has departed Mentar and should be with you in two standard time units. We have also recieved word that a Trilarian ambassador has also been dispatched.

We thank the Ur-Quan for hosting this critical assembly, which, given the threat of the "Antarans", could not have been required at a worse time.

We still have recieved no news from Sakkran space, however I am disturbed by the announcement from our "Splishi Splashi" neighbours. They rarely speak to us unless it is important, and while I wish to avoid accusations without foundations, I am disturbed by the silence of the Darloks.

Minister Manari
Galactic Affairs
Mentar


Edited for continuity

A military coup has been staged, and the old leaders summarily executed. A dictator has risen from the rabble, and goes by the name of Guanar. All past diplomatic ties are to be honored under the current regime, but a re-examination is under way as to the nature of these ties. A new direction of leadership has been promised, and the people anxiously support Guanar.

The assassination of our ambassador will be investigated thoroughly, and appropo action taken based on the findings. Now a statement from the current dictator, Guanar.

"A new era is ushered in. One of order and expansion for the Sakkran peoples. The road is long, but the travel will be worth it. A stronger military presence will be required to ensure our people are safe, unlike our previous government. who's policy of ruthless expansionsism put citizens at risk."


4 days ago The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah Legions of Death 390 Death 14 sat perched over his trophy pit at one end of the meeting room. To his left, in an ornate black metal chair sat the ambassador from Mentar, to his right, encased in an aqautic environment bubble, was the Trilarian.

The required protocols for greeting alien ambassadors had been observed, and Death 14 had ensured that no Psilon or Trilarian bones were currently adorning his trophy pit.

As the meeting proper began, the lights dimmed and emergency red lighting came on... The communicator to his left buzzed and Death 14 snarled.

"What is it now subbordinate?"

"Apologies lord but we have recieved a communication from the Sakkrans", came the response.


We have held the envoys from Ur-Quan Kohr-AH Legions of Death 390 in a secure facility during this turbulent time, and have dispatched a diplomatic ship escorted by attack frigates back to their space, so that they may debrief their leaders on the situation here.

After the briefing, we would like to send an envoy of our own to continue the talks on a new footing.

Ambassador Dactys
Sakkra Diplomatic Corps

That is acceptable to the Ur-Quan Ambassador Dactys.
We shall relay your request to our Psilon and Trilarian allies.

Death 101
Ambassador
Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah

The Empire of Trilar Iorisael Ieneri - Sael to his friends, which were few in the diplomatic world - 'sat' unhappily in his aquatic bubble. He'd never let the Psilons or the Ur-Quan know it, but this thing was terribly uncomfortable. It was cramped and the water tasted distinctly of metal. The next conference, he decided, would have to be held on Trilar.

For all outward apperances, however, he was a perfectly happy little eel in a fish tank.

"What news from the Sakkrans?" he rumbled in his native tongue, hoping the translator was working properly.


The door of the conference room slid slowly open revealing the vast bulk of Death 11. Current Military advisor to Death 01, supreme heirarchical lord of the Ur-Quan.

"The news is grave", he replied to Iorisael's question, which still floated on the air mimicking the bubbles floating the Trilarian's environment pod.

"The Sakkran's have 'escorted' our ambassadorial party to the edge of Sakkran space and the border has been closed"

Death 11 then turned to his fellow Ur-Quan and briefly muttered something in his native language. he then returned to face the alien ambassadors once more, his tendrils flicking angrily around his maw.

"We Ur-Quan will not tolerate the presence of an aggressive culture within the sphere of Orion.", he boomed, "The Sakkrans may prove to be as great a threat to the security of this region as the so-called "Antarans".
We intend to launch a pre-emptive strike against the Sakkran military bases on the border and deliver an ultimatum to this new Sakkran emperor...disarm or be exterminated..."

No-one noticed the small insect-like machine scurry through the air-vent of the audience chamber, nor noticed the hooded figure in the corridor hurrying away...


The escorting frigates return to the Imperial Defense Station around Sssla, and undergo refitting of weaponry, and maintanence. The captain of the "Tyran's Fist" reports in.

"Escort of foreign ambassadors succesfully completed. Defense Outposts report no activity in the area at this time. I await orders, Sire."

A rust-red face appears on the screen. "Increase patrols around Sssla and keep your eyes peeled for intruders, and loyalists to the old regime. They're engaging in piracy, and must be dealt with."

"At once, sire."

In the meantime, Ambassador Dactys sends a communique to The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah Legions of Death 390.

"A Sakkran envoy is preparing to depart, and meet with your dignitaries. She will be aboard the cruiser "Guanar's Eye". With hope, she will arrive safely in light of recent pirate activity in our space.

Ambassador Dactys"


Operative Seska glanced around the loading bay, her Cameo suit perfectly warped the surrounding light rendering her invisible.

Nevertheless she used all her stealth techniques to carefully apprach the entry hatch to the starship "Guanar's Eye" and injected the monomolecular explosive in the lock mechanism. In approximately six hours the explosive would detonate, tearing open the hatch and exposing the ship to hard vacuum.

This task accomplished she returned to the loading hangar and began the long painful process of reorganising her flesh to mimic that of the Sakkran trader she had eliminated earlier that day.

She smiled to herself. When these fools have finished destroying themselves, the might of the Darlok empire would reign supreme...



From: ORZ ambassador Slushi
To: All *Happy Campers*
Begin Message:
"Our *fingers* have reached into the *sad animals house*
It is *frumple* so we shall *trash the sad place*"
End Message:



The ORZ Nemesis ship ripped opened a portal from Quasispace barely a hundred spatial units from the Darlok outpost.
Simultaneously it opened fire with its dual Ion Pulse Cannons and launched a full company of space marines.

The lightly armed outpost stood little chance. It's shields failed quickly and within a few moments dozens of ORZ marines were mopping up the crew.

The ORZ commander hooked into the Outpost data banks and quickly download the Terabytes of information stored there.

The Nemesis ship then collected its crew and re-entered Quasispace, only this time there were no life-forms around to appreciate the effect...


The "Guanar's Eye" launched with the Sakkran envoy, Ambassador Tyran. it made the half-way point between the Sslaa battlestation and the boundary of the system, and performed a routine check-in. "Sensors show nothing around but some debris. No pirate activity to report. Quiet as a ...."

In the background of the comm, a loud *WHOOMPF* sound was heard, and klaxons sounded in the ship. "Explosive decompression in sector 5! We have hull breach!" Comms from crew members flooded the bridge. The captain barked out orders. Seal that breach! Activate auxiliary plating."

From between the hull laters, a sheet of titanium slid down swiftly, and the decompression stopped. But the damage was done. "Section 5 was the Ambassador's quarters! Locate Tyran immediately."

"Captain, I found her. But you won't like it." The sensor suite operator turned back to his station and zoomed in. The captain looked over his shoulder into space, where several thrashing beings, surrounded by debris flung from the ship, floated. The thrashing figure of Ambassador Tyran in purple robes could be seen moments before the vacuum of space caused her to implode in a spray of guts.

The captain of "Guanar's Eye" bit down hard, and yelled a string of epithets to turn an ensign's ear red. "Report in to base. Apprise them of our situation. I want an investigation done NOW!"

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In the meantime, Ambassador Dactys sends a communique to The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah Legions of Death 390.

"It appears that our envoy will not be able to make it to the summit. An explosion aboard her ship has killed her. We are investigating at this moment, but sabotage is suspected.

We are keeping our envoys at home in the meantime until we find out who is responsible.

Ambassador Dactys"


Death 11 made his way to the Heirarchy war room.

"Sub-ordinate", he rasped at the nearest officer, "Signal the 12th fleet to mobilise at once, and inform Admiral Death 145 to prepare for his offensive"

"Sir!", came the younger Ur-Quan's reply

"Excuse me Lord", the communications officer turned to Death 11, "A communication from Sakrra"

Death 11 studied the message.

"There is more to this situation than meets the eye...", he muttered.

"Sir?", quizzed the communications officer.

"Send word to Admiral Death 145, inform him that the fleet is to stand ready but maintain 10,000 spatials from Sakkran space until further orders and not to engage in hostilities unless provoked."

Some other power was at work here, of that he was becoming more certain...

The Psilon Ambassador boarded his diplomatic shuttle and began the long journey back to Mentar.

Recent events had been extremely disturbing and he considered the options avaialable to the Psilon Command back home.

While he did not approve of the Ur-Quan sabre rattling, he could at least understand it given their racial history.

The ORZ however seemed to be unusually eager for confrontation...what was it they had discovered? Their language form made it extremely difficult to translate and as such their motives remained clouded.

Ambassador Psirix was extremely grateful that the Psilons new allies, the Trilarians, were retaining some kind of dignified objectivity. They were proving to be valuable allies.

As for the Darloks...could they be behind all this turmoil??
Psirix reached for his communicator in order to raise the homeworld...where was the blasted thing? he could have sworn he'd placed it on the control panel just moments before...

“Now!” rumbled Admiral Deoodin, his right eye fixed upon the incoming missile tracks. Just then, the destroyer //Jubilant// dove down perpendicular to the task force’s trajectory. He could hear Captain Taalania swear and shout orders to close the gap. //Savior// flung itself between the battlecruisers //Repulse// and //Renown// and snapped off its second volley of Anionic point defense missiles. Hard beams laced their green energy across the void in a last ditch effort, but it was too little too late. Four of the deadly missiles broke through the defensive screen.

One struck the valiant //Savior// amidships; the destroyer’s engines stopped at once and the ship was sent listing out of control. Another was suckered by //Renown//’s electronic countermeasures and sent spinning out of control into space. A third collided with //Repulse//’s massive but useless ventral fin; no serious damage. The fourth, however, hit the battlecruiser just above to the ventral fin. Alarms rang throughout //Repulse//’s massive bulk.

“That shot tore through one of our main energy conduits,” shouted a lieutenant on damage control. “I’m attempting to relay main engine power through - never mind, that’s shot too. Damn, we’re losing primary life support! Pressure generators failing..!”

He sighed and looked up at Captain Taalania. “We’re all dead, sir. I couldn’t control the decompression.”

“Incoming communication from commander //Old One//, Captain. Shall I put it on channel?”

“Yes, yes,” grumbled Taalania with a wave of his hand.

“Too bad, //Repulse//.” Taalania recognized Captain Boodaari’s irritating voice. “The two biggest, newest ships in the entire Imperial Navy and their escorts - beaten by a task force of... old junkers, I believe you called them in the officer’s bar?”

“Luck, Boodaari,” snapped Taalania. “If //Jubilant// hadn’t suffered that massive electronics failure, I would have shot down your whole volley and had one of my own off in....ten seconds. And we still shot down all but four of your missiles.”

“I’ll be sure to mark that on my score sheet - right next to the note that says ‘tough luck doesn't excuse no skill.’ //Old One// out.”

Taalania was ready to fire off a barrage of REAL missiles at //Old One// and see how well that ancient heavy cruiser took a proper volley, but he forced himself to remain calm.

“You wish to know why I ordered an electronics failure in the key ship?” Admiral Deoodin asked quietly. Taalania had quite forgotten he was there. “It wasn’t any thrown bone to Admiral Seehson or Captain Boodaari: I wanted to remind you of your own mortality.” Taalania blinked.

“I know,” continued Deoodin, “that //Repulse// and her sisters are fine ships - the finest we’ve ever built - but they’re not invincible. There are many more powerful spacefaring races out there than the Empire, many of whom have ships far larger and finer than the //Repulse//. We have to know exactly how our ships will preform in the worst of circumstances, not the best.”

“I understand, sir,” replied Taalania. He understood, but didn’t like it. What would he say when Boodaari showed up demanding the money Taalania had put on his task force?

“New message from the Admiralty,” reported the communications officer. He read it, then looked up gravely.

“Task forces //Repulse// and //Old One// are both to make for the Sanara system with all due haste. It looks as though war might be in the making.”

Deoodin hesitated for a split second. If war was indeed on the way, he wanted to be in Trilar to fight for his home waters. But the orders made sense; the Admiralty must suspect the new colony on Sanara Prime would be a prime target, and besides, his ships were nothing compared to the orbitals, missile base, fighters, and massive beam weapons that protected the homeworld.

“As their Lordships will,” he rumbled. “Lay in a course for Sanara Prime, best possible sustainable speed, and get me in contact with Admiral Seehson.”

From the regional forum:



Death 140 surveyed the on screen report. All had been quiet for several planetary rotations. The Sakkra had rebuilt their border defences, the Psilons and Trilarians had continued to negotiate in good faith, and the Darloks...well...they could be doing anything but, for the moment, they seemed unusually inactive.

The most troublesome part of the report however was that four species had simply "disappeared" over the last few weeks...the Klackons, the Slylando, the Vux and, worryingly, one of the nomadic tribes of humans...they had all simply vanished...

What was happening in Orion space?



A laugther can be heard on the HyperWave channels...
After a while, a long while, someone can be heard over the HyperWave receivers: "Ha, that were the Darloks... Who'll be our next?"
"Sir?"
"Yes, Abrahamovich?"
"I strongly advise you to not use our Communications room for this kind of tactical plannings. We know that infiltrators are often using these Communicators. Furthermore, some of our communications cadets often forget to switch the microphones off. It might happen that your talks can be heard throughout the sector."
"What do you want to say, Abrahamovich?"
"That you should preferably use other rooms for tactical plannings, or at least check if all microphones are off."
"Who is responsible for the checking of the rooms before we use them?"
"Me, Sir!", answers the voice of a young female.
"Have you done all the checks necessary to ensure that everything said will stay within this room or between our ears, Miranda?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Why do I see a red light then, over there, in the corner?"
"I do not know, Sir. I have checked that all microphones and receivers are off, before the commitee entered the room."
"Will you then please explain me the meaning of that light?"
"Well, Sir, normally it means, that this microphone is on and the signal will be sent our in"
*BLAM*
*click*
Transmission ends...




ThErE Iss MuCh CaRnaGe iN tHis Sec-toR!
ThE GrEaT GodS WIlL Be PlEaSed!

I DoN mY SaCriFicIal RobEs, AnD PrePare SomE FaT JuBBieS FoR ThIS FeAsT oF BlOoD aT ThE EnD Of ThE UnIverSe...

MaNy RaCes HaVe BeeN desTroyed. WaR is AfOOt...GlOriOus CarNage!
Who WiLL jOin uS iN oUr HolY CrUsaDe Of VengeAnce?
We HaVE pICked uP HyPerWavE traNsmiSSions FrOm OriOn SpaCe WhiCh CaN oNly be FrOm tHe InsiDiouS AnTarAns!
We MusT fiGht FoR ThE PresErVatioN oF OuR ReGion...
Or DIE trYing!!

Slaag



While we Psilons abhor war, we must agree with the Dark Lords and urge all species to join with us in a great crusade to Orion for the preservation of all.

We call upon out Trilarian cousins and our Ur-Quan allies to send ships to rendevous with out fleet..a last stand against the cold encroachment of the Antarans into this sector...before it is too late!

-- Ambassador Psirix viewed the transmission one last time before sending the hyperwaves into the cosmic night.
This sector once teemed with life, but many races, including the insidious Darloks had vanished without trace.
He half suspected that the Orz may have something to do with these strange happenings, but recent battles had shown them to be useful allies..at least for now.
No..Psirax was confident that the Antaran menace was real and that without swift action, all may be lost.--

Have you forgotten? We are self-sufficient. We do not need anything, except the destruction of all non-Ur-Quan species. The Ur-Quan do not align themselves with Filth. Filth is there for the cleansing. That is all we do for it.

There can be only one explanation. You are not Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah. You are not even Ur-Quan.

You are Filth.

(OOC: What, there's actually someone who hasn't played or at least heard of Master of Orion here? It's a game! A game! A very popular one at that, too. And in that game the sector we humans (and many alien species) live in is called the Orion sector. It doesn't mean that anyone there has to be in direct control of it or anything. They all strive to be the Master of Orion, but you don't even have to take control of the system to achieve that if you don't want to.

But I don't speak for these people so I wouldn't know how these people play this thing out, the "NS way" or no.)

(OOC: What, there's actually someone who hasn't played or at least heard of Master of Orion here? It's a game! A game! A very popular one at that, too. And in that game the sector we humans (and many alien species) live in is called the Orion sector. It doesn't mean that anyone there has to be in direct control of it or anything. They all strive to be the Master of Orion, but you don't even have to take control of the system to achieve that if you don't want to.

But I don't speak for these people so I wouldn't know how these people play this thing out, the "NS way" or no.)

[OOC: Nope...haven't. Is it a PC game or something like D&D? Anyhow, I'm not an asshole...so I'll let it fly. We're in completely different "universes" anyhow. No ones trying to be the master of my orion...lol]

Indeed there are a number of seperate universe trees here.
Steel butterfly has his Orion Sector universe, whereas this 'Orion' region is indeed based on the Moo/Moo2 games. Although there are a number of Star Control races (Death 390, an Ur-Quan) and of course there are the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah who inhabit the Horologii Constellation (not linked to Orion in any way)

Phew! I suppose it's only to be expected that in a game/forum as large as Nationstates it's only natural that a few people might have the same good idea!!

Ambassador Psirix
Mentar Prime


One final point, Steel Butterfly, I too don't wish to be an asshole, and I have no problem with you contributing to this forum if you wish to, but I would like to remind you that you were told to leave this thread several weeks ago by the moderators for offensive posts/spam. (this is the same thread it's just been quiet for a while!) Ta

Yes, Steel, we've been through this before. Please don't make me clean this thread again. Don't respond, just comply.

A big thank you to the moderators in their wisdom :-)
Again, I have no animosity towards Steel Butterfly, the multiverse is surely big enough for us all.

And so....


THAT IS EXCELLENT NEWS. WE UR-QUAN CANNOT SPEAK FOR ALL (IN THIS DIMENSION OR OTHERS ;-)
BUT WE WILL HONOR OUR ALLIANCES AND WILL PLEDGE OUR FLEET FOR THE DEFENSE OF ALL SENTIENT LIFE FORMS.
TO SHOW OUR GOOD FAITH, WE WILL PROVIDE THE PLANS FOR OUR CLASS V SHIELD TECHNOLOGY TO ALL ALLAINCE MEMBERS WHO REQUIRE IT.

DEATH 11
TACTICAL COMMAND



We thank the noble Ur-Quan for their aid in this coming struggle. Your new technology will be put to use on our latest defence ships. We are grateful for your assistance, without which I fear all may have been lost.

I can only hope that the Trilarians, in their enigmatic silence may too join with us on this great and noble crusade to rid the universe of tyranny.

--Admiral Menaxis examined the new Hunter Attack Ship schematics with pride. They were truly the finest ships that he had ever seen. Although devoted to science and to peace, he was awestruck with the way the whole of Mentar had commited itself to this campaign. If the Antarans wanted to conquer this region, then by the Lords of Mentar they would have a fight on their hands.

"Lieutenant!", he barked to the helmsman of the Psinax Sprey, "I have had enough of schematics, I want to see these ships up close!..Take us to the shipyards of Mentar III, best possible speed!"

The young Lieutenant nodded and began programming the navigation computer, supressing (as best he could) a wry grin from his face. "Yes sir!"--

OOC: Really great to see some young Space nations who can RP well. I really have no reason to meet with you ICly, for I'm stuck in a major war, but OOCly, I have to say this is really great.

Oh, and Moo Rules! Especially number two. :)

Edit: Perhaps later we can ICly meet. But not until the aforementioned war I am fighting comes to an end, one way or another.

Thank you very much! It would be great to see you once you've concluded your war! The region has been quiet for a few weeks but it looks like things are starting to heat up again!!

Our apologies for the long silence from the Depths. These trying times have led to many upsets in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and We fear that this has upset Our interstellar communication.

Trilar pledges itself fully to the Alliance, but fears that We may have few resources to add to the collective whole. Our technology lags behind Orion Sector standard and Our fleet is small compared to the Sakkrans or other powers. Currently, we must maintain a full eighty per cent of our interstellar capable fleet in the Sanara system whilst they construct proper defenses there.

However, what We have will be committed fully and willingly to the defense of the Sector as a whole.

By the Old One, We remain,

Eaalaril Taee
IMP TRILARIAN


((er, yes, sorry about being so enigmatic. Now that we all seem to be back, though, I'm ready to go for some more MoO RP! Even if I seem to be the only one who prefers III to II. ;)

Just need to remember all my character names, heh.

Oh, and thanks, CF! That means a lot to us!))

Death 17 examined the recent Psilon and Trilarian communciations and pledges of support. While the Ur-Quan were an older advanced species to be sure, total victory against the Antarans could not be assured unless all species in the sector contributed to the campaign.

Any division in ranks at this stage would likely prove the end of all and the continued silence of the Sakkrans was worrying. Should the militaristic Sakkrans choose this moment to launch an expansionist aggression into their neighbouring systems, the resultant conflict could simply pave the way for Antaran victory.

The Ur-Quan were not a patient race, especially in matters of war, and so drawing his mighty bulk up and over his trophy pit, Death 17 opened communications with the bridge.

"Ensign Death 998", he boomed, "send a signal to Admiral Death 145 of the 12th fleet...inform him that if he does not recieve any positive communication from the Sakkrans within the next cycle he is to adopt an orbital blockade of the Sakkran homeworld. We will not tolerate this mote in our eye any longer."

"At once sir!", came the reply.

"Lord... what of our allies the Trilarians and the Psilons?", rumbled Death 17's advisor, seated slightly behind the mighty Ur-Quan, "should we inform them at this stage?"

"Negative, subbordinate, it is in their own best interests if they remain unaware of this activity for now."

"Of course, Lord", replied the advisor, turning his three bulbous eyes to the viewer..confirmation of his masters orders were just coming through from Admiral Death 145 via secure channel.

"It has begun", rasped Death 17.




It looks like a lot of people had Rl stuff to contend with, and being Summer I've been away on holiday for a while :-) but I agree! I'm looking forward to some good Moo RPing too

I am not going to leave my region but would like to add that I find this a fine initiatiave.

Thanks to all who have shown their support for this RP thread, it is greatly appreciated. I hope that perhaps some of you may join our little band at some point!

The latest from Orion!!

Treska Kull, head of the department of Exterior Motivations glanced at the report...

"Excellent", she muttered, "those fools really believe that we Darloks vanished along with the other outlying races cycles ago...", she turned to Operative Seska, her most trusted pupil, "Perfect!", she whispered.

Operative Seska - being still in Human form after her recent spy mission - allowed herself a smile on hearing this remark...a curious expression she had never truly got used to.

"What should be my next assignment, mistress?", she asked.

"Go to Mentar, child, amd insinuate yourself into the beds of the military, learn what you can and sabotage what cannot be stolen. I do not want a single Psilon ship to launch when our masters attack!"

"At once mistress", hissed Seska, her face already reshaping..

The Ur-Quan fleet 'bounced' into the sector to see if any species were still around....

:confused:

((I'm still here, albeit on a very infrequent basis. :) ))

Ahhh

Where do you reside, noble Trilar? We Ur-Quan would appreciate resuming contact with you since the apocalypse nearly destroyed all sentience!

Death 119

(ooc)
I was Death 390 but let my nation slip....oops! (
(/ooc)

Warp Engines Activated........

*** BOUNCE ***

There, we've arrived!! ;)

After many months away, I've let my nations (and our home) slip!
Someone has recreated Orion ( :( ) but I've consoled myself with "Orion System"......

Anybody still around? Trilar? Psilons? Hellooo......echo...... :eek:

The Trilarians are about, but they've taken up a isolationist stance pending some national turbulence they are experiencing. Currently they reside in the Sslaa system.

Ah I see! perhaps a safe refuge in these turbulent times!!

"Activate gravity drive ensign Death 997!"