NationStates Jolt Archive

For those of you new Space Nations, life can be tough. If you're just emerging now all the good territory is taken, and there are lots of big people out there who can push you around. For the old guys there are lots of competitions, territory claimed by two nations, endless wars, and trade stifling. Well, we are here to propose an end to this. A Galactic Alliance, a governmental body that will help smooth out the inter-stellar pathways, and help the new guys along. Unlike the U.N. on Earth, the Galactic Alliance will not rely on the powers of it's member nations to get things done. it will have it's own army, and it will have it's own trade fleets, repair depots, and everything else. it is not here to rule you, but to help you. All nations are welcome, and we have a loose constitution to help smooth out the differences between member nations. If you have read, and accept the constitution, you're in.

Galactic Alliance

Article 1:
Each member must adhere to Alliance laws and mandates.

Article 2:
Each member maintains control over their territory, as long as it does not conflict with Article 1.

Article 3:
Any technological developments or creations from before joining the Alliance is strict property of its creator, shared only at his/her wishes.

Article 4:
Any technological developments or creations from after joining the Alliance are shared with all.

Article 5:
Any warship constructed using technology obtained from the Alliance is an Alliance ship, being under the command of all members. It shall be crewed by people from all members, and subject only to the orders of the Alliance.

Article 6:
All members must give all other members free passage and trade to their systems.

Article 7:
If a member is in trouble, not caused by his/her doing, all other members are required to pledge any support they can.

Article 8:
The Alliance may only embark on a course of action after it has been approved by all members.

Article 9:
No one in the Alliance may cause harm to another member, unless there is just cause, upon which they will be expelled from the Alliance.

Article 10:
Any member may propose a change to the Articles, and may propose a new law at any time. These shall come into effect immediately upon the ratification by all member nations.

The Duke sat at his desk and sobbed. Well, maybe not sobbed, but he was obviously unhappy. Memories can often cause more pain then the most powerful of enemy weapons. Specifically, the pain of losing a loved one.

But who, exactly, had the Duke lost? His family had been dead for centuries, slaughtering each other to extinction in a quest to become the next Grand Duke. He had no wife, and his parents went into a pair of cryo-pods just after he was born. Perhaps some close friend? No, ever since Jimathon had cracked and shot him in the head he'd always made sure not to get to attached to other people. Then who?

The Galactic Alliance, that's who. Born of the Duke's mind it was like a son to him, the very embodiment of his hopes and dreams. His grandest accomplishment and his worst failure. Today was the Anniversary of the GA's creation, and it still rocked him.

Yet the GA was rapidly being forgotten. It had been dead for centuries and the dead are often buried. The Duke did not want this. He could not just stand by and watch the GA fall into the realm of myth and legend, he wanted to keep the legend alive. He wanted to make sure that all who had felt the warm touch of the GA remembered the GA. He wanted the GA to live, and it damn well would!

"Page!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Find a list of the old GA's membership. Send out a transmission inviting all their leaders to a gathering in Deneb."

"Sir, a lot of them don't like us now."

"I don't care, damnit! Tell them their safety and care is guaranteed for their entire visit. We were allies once, and for this brief time we will be so again. They were in the Galactic Alliance, and we are going to bring back those days.............even if only for a few hours."

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OOC: Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty! Okay, any former GA members (if you're still even out there) feel free to send your leader (whoever or whatever he/she/it may be) to a party! This is just going to be a party between former allies, so try to have fun with it!

God Save the GA! Wait........to late.

Please, only join if you were a GA member

A Ping... Sasuke felt the ping and moved toward it.

An invitation to far nations dignitaries that made their place among the infoweb that was Starspace.

Sasuke reached inside himself and pulled free the codeblocks that were his own personal signature blcok and drew a lithe finger down opening a window in midair.

"Begin transmisison" he said in a disinterested voice "Recipiant all members of this Galactic Alliance"

The window populated iteself as the Infonaut's thought patterns shaped it.

"Greetings esteemed mebers oif the GA, we of the Commonwealth of the Last Patriot would like to extend our hand to your alliance of stars. We are a nation of information and excell in the trade and discovery thereof. We would like to request permission to send a dignitary of the CLP to your upcoming event. In the hopes of establishing future diplomatic relations with the GA. Please feel free to send any telegrams to our department of communications
at:

*begin locational codeset* A001121101020200010001010200202220202010101110100122020020211100202022020222011010201212120020202210 1000110100000000000000000000110202010101202000000000011102020100120202022010101010000000200001010102 0202020022010111010202021010120202102020202002020112020120120101001012010210220020001110202202222222 0101111111110202011021020110101102020202020110102201021012100202020102020220102120010102002200102201 012002020101020201022022122222201
*end locational codeset*

We thank the GA for its time and consideration,

*begin Signature 600 character signature block*
((a long string of comupter code))
*end Signature block*

-The Last Patriot

OOC: Uh.....dude.......the GA's been dead for months. This is a reunion.

((OOC: the invites signal is still recived and the message is still sent wether or not the reply is made))

OOC: How is the invite signal received? It wasn't sent to you.

OOC: Im assuming it was broadcast yes? if thats the case then the signal floats through space at some point in raw informational form. the CLP has infonauts that specifically sit out in space as coded information waiting for "pings" (any collection of patterned information signals). If it was never broadcast over any medium (aka a hand delivered invite) then please disregard the previous message.

It's a Sub-Space signal, it goes through SUb-Space (where you can't detect it) until it gets to the target where it pops out of SUb-Space and travels a bare few meters before being caught by the receiver. SO, if you were to hear this you'd need to literally be on a capital planet or Flagship of one of these nations.

*nods* can take a hint *checks out of this thread*

-Starbase 001-HQ, Orbiting Karasitha

"Sir, sub-space transmition coming in from Klonor regarding the GA."
President Marcus DeVito blinked twice. "Regarding what?"
"The GA, sir."
"Patch it through to my office."

-43 minutes later-

"Sir, being the General of Security for Vi2o, I must insist that you do not go- It could be a trap!"
"What the hell are you on today, Harris? A trap? Now you are saying anything to get me not to go. We have been dancing around this for three quarters of an hour. Get on the ship, We are leaving."

With that, the Sovrigen Class vessel, VSV HellsPride swept out of SB-001 at nearly full impulse then engaged at warp 4.5 to the Deneb Sector.

((OOC: Yes, I do have more then just the national leader on the vessel, but he will most likely be the only one transporting to...the...uh...party.))

OOC: Anybody else?

woot

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