NationStates Jolt Archive

The shuttle whizzed towards the space station, oblivious of the action around it. Ships buzzed around the four orbital stations surrounding the planet Feltia, finishing construction and delivering supplies to the newly constructed stations. President Belshia looked out the window into space as the Shuttle finished entering the docking bays of the Cairo.

"Mr President, we've arrived."

Belshia looked surprised. "Already? That was quick."

The Pilot smiled. "Time goes fast on your first visit to space."

Belshia nodded. "Indeed. It is truly marvellous. Whoever thought our people would ever complete such a task?"

"We have accomplished an amazing feat here Mr President. Come, I'll show you."

The President stepped off the landing bay, into the bustling dock of the Orbital Defense Station. Crewmen ran around frantically, repairing wires and fiddling with terminals. Passing through many alike corridors and hallways, up lifts, and finally into the bridge room of the Cairo. The Pilot stepped back and saluted, while the President stepped forward.

"Admiral Perez."

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Perez spun around, surprised to see the President.

"Mr President. I had no idea you were coming.. should I had, I would have arranged something"

"I'm sure you would Admiral." Belshia extended a hand, and was met by a warm handshake from Perez.

"Mr President, step up here a moment."

Belshia stepped forwards and up onto the Command Podium, where Ensigns were busy with controls.

"Here it is. The Feltian Battle Cluster."

Belshia was in awe. In front of him, three Stations similar to the one he was on, in a spread out cluster. Ships flew past, back and forth, and above his head in the skylight the Carrier Feltia flew over slowly, its escorts following like bees after pollen. Each station boasted a Super-MAC cannon, that could put a round straight through anything they had encountered.

"Truly amazing Admiral.."

"Isn't it" Perez agreed. "We are yet to test its effectiveness though."

"I'm sure your tests will prove conclusive. Our technology never fails to amaze me."

Perez nodded. "Indeed it does Mr President, indeed it does."

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Three Days Later

Belshia sat at his desk, typing up a report that would be broadcast throughout the universe. Risky as it was, he hoped that he could establish some trading routes and some alliances.

To Whoever Picks Up This Message
From: President Belshia, Feltian United Space Command

Hello! My name is President Belshia, and I am the Leader of a Planet called Feltia. I hope that this message reaches you in good health and that you will receive it with pleasure. Feltia is a rapidly arising Planet, and through this first contact we would like to testablish relations with yourself. The locations of our system are in this probe.
Yours Hopefully
President Belshia, Feltian Republic

At least 50 Drones were randomly shot through the galaxy, that would hopefully reach another state.

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Offical Name: Feltian Republic
Population: 5,000,000
Planets: Feltia Prime, Feltia Secondus[Moon]
Pop Distribution:
Feltia Prime: 4,700,000
Feltia Secondus: 300,000
Naval Capacity:
1 Carrier
1 Cruiser
2 Frigates
4 Destroyers
18 Corvettes
Political System: Democracy
Abbreviations:
FUSC: Feltian United Space Command
FDR: Feltian Democratic Republic
FCC: Feltian Civilian Craft
FMC: Feltian Merchantman Craft
FTI: Feltian Trade Incorporated
FWSI: Feltian Weapon Systems Inc
Feltian Military Capacity
18,000 Infantry Units
250 Vehicles
50 Aircraft
150,000 Logistics
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OOC: Is there any regions I can move Feltia to?

-OOC-
You get mercy because you have Gloval. ^_^

-IC-
-Deep Space, Boarder of Neo-Mekantan Dead Zone 75-GAMMA-3829-OMICRON
Star System "Xytheshka"

A Zircon Scoutship, a common sight in areas flagged with the warning of heavy Zircon Armada activity, drifted seemingly randomly through the system, going about its usual patrol.

It froze, however, when it picked up a broadcast. From... Humans...

The Zircon ship wasted no time in alerting its mistress and creator, simply disipating into loose nanites as she broke apart the pieces of her form that made up the ship.


This could be a bother... or a chance to learn more about these strange creatures called Humans that normally seemed so eager to cause her trouble.

Minagoroshi, the "Goddess" of Neo-Mekanta, smiled as she directed a Zircon Battleship to trace the broadcast, and have a Zircon Hive Lord greet these... Humans...


-Audio-Only Transmission from Xytheshka

Greetings, creatures of soft flesh.

I, Hive Lord Kalxashk of the Zircon Armada, servant of the Goddess Minagoroshi of Neo-Mekanta, greet you in the name of our glorious Hivemother.

OOC: I Dunno who he is. I searched Anime Admirals in Altavista : P

IC

Belshia scratched his head as he read the message for the sixth time.

"What the hell.... he murmured."

After deciding to be better safe than sorry, he patched a message through to Perez.

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I know you've been busy this week, but we just got contact from the probes. Maybe you've read it, maybe you haven't. I sent an encrypted copy through with this. I know we haven't had a chance to test the cluster, but put them on full alert. I want them to be able to fire on demand. Give an evac order to Secondus, and send some patrols around outlying planets. This could be good, or it could be bad. Make sure your crews aren't trigger happy, though. We gotta make this look good. Thanks-
Aran.
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Perez had already read the document, and as the orders came through he wasted no time in complying with the orders set by Belshia.

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Feltia Secondus
The child dragged his teddy bear across the ground, towards the noisy landing pit.

"Mummy, what's going on?" He asked for the eighth time.

"We have to go, quickly."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you later. Try and catch some sleep on the spaceship."

As the last ship left, the skeleton crew on the control station that controlled the atmospheric generator [it sends a bubble over the colony turning it into an atmosphere. Its not big, though] turned it into shield mode and activated the stationary defenses as per ordered.
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To: Hive Lord Kalxashk
From: President Belshia

It is a pleasure to meet with your race so soon. We enquire, are you sending any ships to our humble planet? We await your coming with anticipation.
Yours Hopefully
President Belshia, Feltian Republic.

-Transmission
Not at this time.

However, long range scans are showing a large amount of activity in the system your message originated from. Do you require assistance due to a hostile presence?

Belshia stopped. He bit his lip, and replied slowly.

To: Hive Lord Kalxashk
From: President Belshia

No, we thought we had picked up some signals but it was a false alarm. Thank you for your interest.

The Sharpened Tooth drifted lifelessly through the void. wires drifting out like entrails of a dead beast. Uref-Captain floated silently in the gutted depressurized bridge of his ship. His ship in all it's former glory was a mere shadow of what it once was, The computer beeped catching Uref-Captain's attention.

"urrrr, " he grumbled to himself as he reached out which his razor clawed hand and hit the console with his fist. The message imediately began playing.

To Whoever Picks Up This Message
From: President Belshia, Feltian United Space Command

Hello! My name is President Belshia, and I am the Leader of a Planet called Feltia. I hope that this message reaches you in good health and that you will receive it with pleasure. Feltia is a rapidly arising Planet, and through this first contact we would like to testablish relations with yourself. The locations of our system are in this probe.
Yours Hopefully
President Belshia, Feltian Republic


he opened his eyes slowly staring at the broken and burned view screen

"monkeys.." he said bitterly to the void, his fur bristling at the memories at his past engagements with the species that weren't under their control.

The Kzinti Captian pulled himself over to the navigation console and began plotting a trajectory the mesage came from.

The grav polarizer sputtered before whining to life as the ship's course changed towards the direction the message came from. he left the bridge into the makeshift living quaters he and the remainder of his crew used and stretched in the way only a feline could.

"Sensor Operator, watch for any monkeys should they come into range." His helmet whistled loudly as the air escaped his suit into the room, tossing the helmet to his side he continued " urr do not fire any weapons unless you wish never to have the chance for offspring.."

The Kzinti Sensor Operator stood up adn raked his clawed hand over his face in salute before qiuckly donning his pressurized suit adn heading towards the bridge.

A little info about the Battle Cluster.

Battle Clusters
The Four Orbital Defense Stations that make up the Battle Cluster are named after the four seasons – Winter, Summer, Autumn, and Spring. The Capital Station is Winter. The Orbital Stations are equipped with one Mega-MAC cannon that can harness amazing power. The FUSC is very confident in their Battle Cluster. Each station is armed with thousands of missile pods, CIWS systems, and Point Defense Systems. The Battle Clusters are packed with Marines. The full Crew Complement is 2,300.

FUSC Ships

FUSC Carrier – Feltia
FUSC Cruiser – Absolute
FUSC Frigate – Determined
FUSC Frigate - Resolute
FUSC Destroyer – Victory
FUSC Destroyer – Pillar of Autumn
FUSC Destroyer – Justice
FUSC Destroyer – Vengeance
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FUSC Corvette – God’s Speed
FUSC Corvette – Swift Justice
FUSC Corvette – In Amber Clad
FUSC Corvette – Style of Death
FUSC Corvette – Mother MAC
FUSC Corvette – The Felt Cat
FUSC Corvette – War Chant
FUSC Corvette – Intrepid
FUSC Corvette – Evasion
FUSC Corvette – Interdiction
FUSC Corvette – Morale
FUSC Corvette – Sky Bright
FUSC Corvette - Starbright
FUSC Corvette – Soar Above the Clouds
FUSC Corvette – Imperial Majesty
FUSC Corvette – Utter Victory
FUSC Corvette – Final Strike
FUSC Corvette – Death Blow

Onboard AI
Feltian technology has developed AI's. Most AI's are figured towards military use. They are essentially a talking computer that has digitalised calculators, etc etc that is geared towards military thought. It also controls point-defense autocannons. Most take the shape of a human.
Just so you know.

The Destroyer Victory and its two Corvettes , In Amber Clad and Style of Death rounded the Moon with speed, the three ships in a spearhead formation. The sun of the nearby planet glistened off the shiny armour of the Victory, the matt-black Corvettes swiftly swerving around the Destroyer.

Commander Matt Fullman sank back in his chair.
Bah... patrol missions.. he hated them. What was there to find in this patch of space? A rock? An Ensigns report awoke him from his thought.

"Sir, we've got something on scanners. Looks like a big moon"

He laughed to himself. A rock. Ha!

"Incoming message from the In Amber Clad..."

The voice of Lieutenant Hikowa came through on the comm channel.

"Commander, we've got something on visuals. Looks like a ship"

Fullman looked up.

"You sure Hikowa? Really?"

"Looks like it sir."

"Copy that. Ensign, open me a channel to it."

"This is the FUSC Destroyer Victory hailing unknown craft, repeat, hailing unknown craft. We request a reply, over. Repeat, if we do not receive a signal we will open fire."

Sensor Operator scrambled in the 0-G to make it over to his console which it unknowingly drifted away from. The Kzinti cursed and swore in hero's tongue when the console went unresponsive. eventually after much cursing and hitting the console played the message.

Sensor-Operator hastily wrote up a reply message althought it didn't say much.

hold (static) fire, This is (static) Sharpened Tooth (static)

the rest of the message was garballed beyond conprehension.

Pres. Marcus DiVito let out a short shigh after reading the general message sent by Feltia. "Well, we might as well..." He said, pointing to the cordinates sent along with the message.

"Yessir, I'll make preperations." Stated WarGen Harris in one breath

"Your launching an invasion!?" Yelled a tiny voice next to Marcus.

"No...NO....Were sending a diplomat, son. Its a peacefull nego- Oh, forget it" Marcuses voice trailed off and he thought of where his son had gotten this facination with war. The ASV has neevr launched an invasion, and hopefully never will.

Within 30 minutes a docking bay was cleared of a single vessel. This carried only one valuable thing, and it wasnt an uber weapon. Just a diplomat.

[OOC: So, this IS going to turn into something, correct? I am feeling sadistic.]

OOC: I am simply copying the message from II.

IC:Instead of a reply The Sliver Queen ordered the S.S. Warfare to open the Cargo bay doors. Riptide sat in stunned amazement as the Queen slithered in and decided to visit personally The ship took of and once out of the atmosphere, slipped into Transwarp and soon arrived at the coordinates. When they arrived a capitol sliver left the ship in diminished size, flew to a reletivly empty area, concentrated and began to glow a bright white, to the amazement of all except Sliver Queen, the Capitol Sliver grew to the size of the average Capitol ship. Waving a friendly talon at the Feltian ship, he indicated that the ship should lead the way.

OOC: and now, the reply.


IC: The Sliver Queen was Glad the ships had universal translaters, she ordered a signal opened and sent a reply.

"This is her magesty The Sliver Queen. We come in peace as we stated before. we simply wish for you to lead the way or allow us to proceed to the planet."

Copy that. Follow us.

The Victory and its escorts turned and left for Feltia at convoy speeds. The Sliverese were to follow them.

Satisfied everything was fine with the Feltians, the Zircon Battleship executed a Jump into the system, performing scanner sweeps as they always did when they entered a system...

Then the three kilometer long warship just sat there, absolutely still.

OOC: What are you intending to do?

OOC: For Refrence these are the slightly modified for NS Slivers from Magic:The Gathering. A single sliver is a sliver, a group, Slivers.

IC: The Sliver Ship easily kept pace, the Capitol sliver, had to really flap his wings to gain speed. he thought he should have at least been able to get practice at space flight before this. Following the ever continus call of The Sliver Queen, He was only slightly behind.

The Liberation class diplomat ship exited warp in Feltia territory and immediatly sent out a hail informing all ships in the area of its peacefull intentions in responce to Feltias general message.
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Liberation Class Escort Vessel

Length : 0.8 kilometers
Width : 0.4 kilometers
Height : 0.3 kilometers

Power : 1 Stage 4/5 M/AM Reactors
Propulsion : 2 Advanced Ion Impulse
Max Warp : 9.99
Atmospheric : Yes
Landing : Yes
Docking : Yes; 1 Docking Port

Weap. Array : 2 Ion Cannons
6 Anti-CS Rapid-Fire Photon Turrets
4 Rapid Fire Photon Torpedo Launchers

Def. Array : 1 Stage 4/5 Dampener/Deflector Cross Shield Generator
: 50 Point Defense Turrets
: EM Disrupter/Jammer

"Admiral, incoming message from the Pillar of Autumn!"

"Patch it through" Perez ordered. The stern face of Commander Jacobs appeared on the comm-screen.

"Admiral." He saluted.

"Commander" The Admiral saluted back.

"We have a hailing from a diplomatic vessel. Shall I escort it here?"

"Copy that Jacobs"

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This is the FUSC Pillar of Autumn to unclassified vessel. Follow us

A violent jolt sent the Sharpened Tooth into a lifeless drift once again as a portion of the ships power relays buckled under the stress it had been put under for teh past 3 months.

Uref-Captian screamed in anger as room shook tossing anything that wasn't nailed down across the room. "The One Fanged God mocks us!" Uref-Captain roared as he knocked away a piece of flying debries with his arm.

Ja'tok-Weapons Operator ran over to the makeshift command station and began reading the data as it strolled in. "Honoured one, weapon systems are now effectively inoperational, the engines are badly damaged. the engine core is down to 60% effectiveness, and communications is down".

This only infuriated Uref-Captain more, picking up a large piece of debries he threw it with all his strenght at the wall infront of him, Sensor-Operator had just entered the room in time to see the object connect with teh wall with a sickening thud half a meter from him leaving caught off guard for only a moment but his fear scent filled the room and mixed with Uref-Captain's anger scent.

After a few moments Uref-Captain regain control of his rage and extended and retracted his claws slowly his ears twitching in thought. when he did begin speaking it was slow and calculated like a predator hunting it's prey.

"Ja'tok-Weapons-Operator, give me all the engines can give I want you to get us as close to the monkey ships as possible."

"Dominate one, are we going to attack them?" Ja'tok-Weapons Operator inquired

"no, not unless it comes to that, Sensor operator fix the communications systems, make sure they know we are comming even if you must stand outside the ship yelling at them."

The two quickly scurried off to their tasks. Uref-Captain turned to the wall beside him running a clawed finger over a bulkhead with the words:

"Sharpened Tooth
may The One Fanged God help your hunt"

dirt and grime have covered the rest of the inscription preventing anything else from being read perhaps he would clean it later. With both hands Uref-Captain yanked the piece of metal with the inscription on it off the bulkhead and set it with his Pressured armor.

[OOC: Sorry for the lack of detailed posts...I was a bit busy...Ill start try'n more now.]

Operations looked up from his monitor "Sir, there is a Feltian ship on an intercept course."

The captain nodded "It's just an escort. Open a channel to the ship"

an audible tone rung throughout the bridge indicating a channel was open.

"Greetings, this is Captain William of the Vi2o Starship, VSV Greyson. We are here with a diplomat to establish a relation between our and your countries."

Official Allanean Government Announcement

We are glad to receive the nation of Feltia to the international community. As a gift of our friendship, please accept 100 of our AC-VI space fighters. We hope you find good use for them.

Further, the United States of Allanea would like to set up permanent relations with Feltia. We would like to send an envoy to Feltia for that purpose.

* * * * *

Back in Allanea

"Think the Feltians will agree?"

"We can but hope?"
OOOC: Sorry for the short post.

To: Allanea
From: President Belshia
We would be pleasured to house your envoy.

[OOC: Sorry for the lack of detailed posts...I was a bit busy...Ill start try'n more now.]

Operations looked up from his monitor "Sir, there is a Feltian ship on an intercept course."

The captain nodded "It's just an escort. Open a channel to the ship"

an audible tone rung throughout the bridge indicating a channel was open.

"Greetings, this is Captain William of the Vi2o Starship, VSV Greyson. We are here with a diplomat to establish a relation between our and your countries."
OOC: That previous "This is the FUSC Pillar of Autumn to unclassified vessel. Follow us" was to you, but meh.
IC:

[color=green]We would be most pleased to receive your diplomat. Follow our ships course to Feltia.[/color=green]

Somewhere in space

An Allanean luxury yacht appeared out of hyperdrive. It was carrying Harry Goldwater, Allanea's ambassador to Feltia. It quickly proceeded to follow the Feltian vessels.

OOC: Got an IM?

OOC: Yes. MSN, AIM, YIM.

The Queen was growing restless in her cramped Cargo bay and wondered silently when they'd get there.

The Victory and its escorts came round the moon of Feltia Secundus, the Sliverese following them, their great beast straining to keep up.

This the FUSC Victory to Sliverese vessel, we are approaching Feltia. Stay alert and follow us through security procedures

The Victory swept through the Battle Cluster.

"This is Defense Station Winter to FUSC Destroyer Victory, ID report"

"Captain Foreman to Defense Station Winter, ID Scan sent."

"Copy that, we are receiving... you are clear to go Captain Foreman"

The Sliverese ships trailing behind, the Victory docked into Defense Station Winter's Long Docking Bay 4.

"This is Defense Station Winter to Sliverese Vessels, please proceed to Docking Bay F. Admiral Perez will be waiting there for you. Do you need Neural Updates on a path to Dockign Bay F?"

The small Vi2oian vessel follows its (OOC: accidental) escort and transfers the diplomat.

(OOC2: Sorry for the short post...Im one of the few NS players with a RL life...no offence guys [and girls].)

bump

OOC: Sorry it took awhile. I left the internet for the holiday.

IC: The Capitol sliver seeing a chance to rest his wings, resumed normal size and reentered the ship.
The Slivers in the bridge breifly puzzled over what a docking bay F was until one of them signaled back for help. After recieving a Map they relized what and where Docking bay F was. They quickly proceeded. One sliver hit the ship colorization controls and turned the ship white, for peace. Not wanting to upset their host, the Slivers stayed on their ship until further notice.

Realizing that someone was waiting for them out there, the Queen sent out a Synapse Sliver to read his mind and get the language down.

Realizing the Queen would probably want out of the cargo Bay, the Synapse Sliver, speaking Fluently in Feltian, said "This, Docking bay, is quite large and roomy enought for The Queen, May Warfare protect her. Our only question is, what about inside? You know what a train is? The Queen is as large and as long as a twenty-car train. Our concern is that she might be "Stuck" out here.