NationStates Jolt Archive

"Ok. Before I start pulling off heads, what is GOING ON!?" demanded Orion. He was NOT happy. Having 2 of a nation's 5 fleets getting vaporized normally puts a black mark on your day.
"I know I should I called you. But....you probably would have done the same thing" said Andromada.
"The same thing? The same thing?! How do you know I would have dclared war on a uber-tech spechies?"
"Because you declared war ont he Demons"
Orion was silent for a moment. "No matter. You SHOULD have called me first. I can't let any of you senators go anyware. Intar's a whiny ass-hole, and you think you know better." He turned to face Vega. "What did you do to piss off half of the APTO?"
"To be honest sir, I have no idea. One moment, the Neo Atlantians enter, capture a Drovan ship, and get out of there. Next thing I know, Atlantian season has been declared open" replied Vega.
"...Captured...? Oh crap.....Did I forget to tell you?" asked Andromada. Vega and Orion turned to look at her. Orion knew he was going to regret asking the following question. "What?"
"We weren't supposed to take Tec. On Roland's orders"
Orion slapped his face.
"But we didn't, the Neo's did" said Vega.
"But the others never met the Neo Atlantians before. They thought you where them, and they where you." said Orion.
"I see.....that would explain why LRR wasn't firing on us"
"Indeed"

Andromada put on a small smile. "So....what are we gonna do?" she asked.
"I neve thought I'd have to say this to one of my fellow senators.....but go to your room. Please. Let Vega and I handle this. Thank you" replied Orion.

"Alright. Lets see if we can correct some things. Get me Roland on the line. Hopefully he'll listen to one of his freinds...then agian....we havn't always been ferinds" said Orion.

Transmission Recieved: Opening Transmission:

Roland appears on a staticy transmission the ship shaking and sparks flying in the background. His face sprayed with Drovan blood.

"I do you a favor to not ignore this transmission traitor." "Come to make up a wild explanation?" "Or might I hear some truth out of lying dogs?"

The ship shakes violently again...

Orion tried to smile. this should be plesent he thought to himself.

"Roland....Emporer Roland....it has come to my attention that you opened fire on my ships. I know why.

I do not make up "wild excuses", I never have. I do, however, bring truth that may be more bizzare then "wild stories"."

He stopped for a moment, then, with a deep breath, continued.
"The beings that captured a Drovan vessel was not Atlantian. As you know, our engines are blue. They'res was Red and Purple, and they're ships where much bigger then ours. They are called Neo-Atlantians, and they are a power-hungry relative to us. Surly, you must listen to some sort of reason"

Roland's cold face did not change as he walked closer to the viewscreen.

"A relative of your people you say?" "Then why do you always boast that Atlantians are a unified race." "How am I to know that those ships were not a new Atlantian design or government ship?" "How am I to know that you are not creating this story just to make peace while you secretly develope the tech?"

Roland shakes his head negatively...

"And after I forgave your people..."

"Because we thought we where unified. When the Zoir destroyed Atlantis, we thought we where the only survivors. Guess there was bound to be other branches that survived....and where more powerful then us.

And the Ships are too big to be created by us. Too many resorces. As you already know, we are using most resorces to constuct just ONE big mothership. We can't afford 50, 100, or a thousend of them."

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Vega walked down one of the shipyard's galary hallway. The fleet was in bad condition. He didn't know if they could take an Elarian invasion.....

Roland snickered at Orion, his haunting ice blue eyes narrowing.

"Ever thought of being a writer Orion?" "Great story, though an experienced warrior can see worry and nervousness in his enemy." "Why would you need to be nervous if you consider Elarians your friends,...and if you are being honest with me?"

Roland's armor covered Elarian hand reached to his side grabbing the intricately designed handle and pulling out his bloodsoaked Elarian Sword.

"You see this blade, an Empire was built on this blade." "Ive defended that Empire with this blade, defended it from threats like the Drovan, by taking that ship youve become a threat." "Do not make me expand the Empire with this blade." "Alliance is over, consider us in a stage of Cold War, if you do not want intergalactic war you will return the ship."

Orion was starting to get annoyed. Surly Roland hadn't compleatly lost his senses? "We don't have the god damn ship. Kinda wish we did. Would make things easier for the both of us. But we don't."

Orion made a mental note to have Vega track down the wearabouts of the Neo-Atlantian fleet later.....after the Elarian fleet had been pushed back. Orion was fiarly certian by now that Roand wasn't going to think rashonally. War was coming for Atlantis, weather he liked it or not.

"Then you better find it, and before my patients runs out." "That ship must be destroyed...we will take care of that." "That tech must not be reproduced, it must be contained."

The ship shook violently again blowing apart a panel behind Roland the inside of the bridge was lit only by a dim blue light.

"Luckily for you I have larger issues that must be dealt with immediately." "But my patience is thin."

Transmission Ended

Orion sighed as the transmittion ended.
"What did you get us into Andromada?" Orion asked silently. He sat there for a minute.....then he remembered what he must do. He opened a line to Vega.
"Admiral Vega.....find the Neo-Atlantian ship that has the Drovan ship. The future of Atlantis depends on it."
"Gotya. The Olympia's in bad shape. But I think she can handle a mission"

Orion then sent an order to the rest of the senate and the military.

It was time to raise all defences, and get any ships and troops that could, ready for battle. The orbital turrets went on offencive status, and all planets where on high alert.

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The Olympia slowly limped out of spacedock. Only a few repares had been made. But.....duty wasn't a thing that could wait.