NationStates Jolt Archive

O•ber•on (Ob e-r on) n.
1. The king of the fairies and husband of Titania in medieval folklore.
2. The satellite of Uranus that is 15th in distance from the planet.

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PDV-Anshar: Leviathan Class MKIII, Flagship of the Penguenian Sol Fleet
Lagrangian Point Three
8:26:39 AM, Day 27, Month 1, Imperial Standard Year 864
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“What? Could you say that again, m’Lord?" he questioned, "Did you say –”

“Oberon, Kael. I want it. Now,” the Emperor repeated. “You requested that the First Imperial Fleet for the Protection of Earth be given a permanent headquarters in-system, and I want Oberon. You are to go claim it.” Lord Admiral Mi-Kael Luminus, the highest ranking military officer, delegate, and commander of the Penguenian Sol fleet didn’t like his friend and emperor’s demand in the slightest.

“Now, Kael.”

Luminus sighed, “Right away, m’Lord. It will be yours within due time,” he paused, “one thing, m’Lord. Why Oberon? The construction of an artificial station or two would be much easier... and the politics involved would be considerably decreased.”

“Because I fancy it, Kael, you should know that is reason enough for anything, by now. We both know that there would be no less politics involved if I opted to create stations, those who think they control Sol will comment on whichever route we take. Besides, the three houses have already cleared the claim and our allies have been informed.” The Emperor knew Luminus hated politics, “Would you prefer I send Nick? Or perhaps Nachi?”

“Actually, I would greatly prefer that you send either of them,” Mi-kael shot obstinately, “Hell, send the brothers for all I care.”

“I bet you would,” the Emperor’s face suddenly became serious, his silvery eyes piercing Luminus’ being through the holoscreen, “However, it is your duty and you will carry it out immediately. The pertinent intelligence is indexed under OAI-173712919-Uranus-Oberon. I don’t want to see your face until it is done.”

“Yes, m’Lord.”

“... and if anyone disputes the claim, destroy them,” the Emperor finished, then ended the hololink.
Within two hours, fifteen Sabbat Class Destroyers split from the fleet and began the sublight journey towards Uranus. One way or another, Oberon would belong to the Dominion soon.

ooc: I now know (was about to claim the whole system) that Autonomous City-states has some presence in the Uranus System; however I can’t find any mentions of Oberon within his posts, or in any posts dealing with Sol. I will do almost anything to get ownership of Oberon if it is disputed, through peaceful actions or otherwise. If I could be told the status of moons within the Uranus System, it would be much appreciated.

OOC: Sol is a mean place.

IC: When news of Penguenia's intentions reaches Mirfak, Natasha spends an hour in conference with a foreign affairs officer as to the impact it will have on Mirfakan trade. Her answer: there won't be one. The Alphin then spends approximately twenty seconds enjoying that she doesn't have to deal with such petty disputes in the Mirfak System. It is all hers. Then she returns to work. There're too many political prisoners to order executed to waste time thinking on such trivial matters as Sol affairs. It is a Wonder of the Universe that those Terrans haven't all killed one another yet. Ah well, what's good for business is good for the country. And Sol is one hell of a trading hub.

If I could be told the status of moons within the Uranus System, it would be much appreciated.

OOC: The three moons, S/2003 U1, S/2003 U2, and S/2003 U3 (I wish whoever named them in first place would have picked something better), are held jointly by both Reploid Productions and Sneaky Bastards, and have been held since Nov. 2003. Thats about it for our moon claims in the Uranus area.

(ooc nothing else going on so ..)
Rob leaned back in his office chair signing he looked over to the screen and started typing up a message :

To Penguenia : from TFU capital terran prime subject :
Oberon

to whom it may concern .. we wish that you do not storm the planet we have a some what large prison camp on there ,if you would like to negate some deal for us to keep that camp there , we would be pleased . after he finished he sent it via sub space transmission to the Penguenia leader .

OOC: The three moons, S/2003 U1, S/2003 U2, and S/2003 U3 (I wish whoever named them in first place would have picked something better), are held jointly by both Reploid Productions and Sneaky Bastards, and have been held since Nov. 2003. Thats about it for our moon claims in the Uranus area.

ooc: Yeah, the moons that are named with codes are awaiting confirmation and naming, heh. Thanks a lot for the info.

TFU: Unless you have some RP documentation of having that prison on Oberon, please remove what you posted. Also, I haven't even attempted to send out a broadcast about intent thus far, the first post was mostly to see if there were any OOC objections.

OOC: Penguenia, if ya need some help, I'll be happy to oblige.

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Temporary Pioneer Group One
Approaching Oberon
5:44:11 PM, Day 28, Month 1, Imperial Standard Year 864
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The fifteen ships had traveled through realspace for hours. Even in this great age of technology and enlightenment of the human race, sublight travel was still relatively tedious. They traveled in three tight, five ship chevrons with the command squadron in the lead and the two others flanking, a horrible formation given their number.

The Hecto-Commander Jeaton Altiel had been named Commodore of the group. He was a respectable looking man in his three-hundreds of average Penguenian stature. Altiel was quite tactically incompetent, but nevertheless had risen through the ranks at a slow, though acceptable pace. He often wondered why he would be given undercommands or commodoreships, but, of course, didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Sir, we aren’t picking up much traffic in the area,” an Ensign at the tactical overview began, “looks like the mission’s going to go as planned.”

“Thankfully...” feigned Altiel, as nonchalantly as he could.

The crew of the Unbalance was calm and relaxed; the low murmur of conversation that always accompanied a non-combat mission was apparent throughout the pristine white halls of the ship, and the whole squadron as they drew ever closer to their destination.

“I think it’s time to broadcast the message, Ensign,” the Hecto-Commander said as he turned towards the bridge elevator, “I’ll be in my quarters, tell me in the highly unlikely chance there is an objection.”

“Aye, sir.”

ooc: Last chance to object before I take it, though I will take it regardless of objections unless there is a legitimate claim that was made before this thread started.