NationStates Jolt Archive

It is the Xanthalian year 332. It has been some time since the ESUS invasion of Mirfak. Xanthal, busied with reconstruction efforts, has had little to say to the universe beyond the borders of Galactic Federation influence. Despite the state's preoccupation, Xanthal's ever-pragmatic diplomatic corps has continued to recieve visits from entities that request audience. The Fedral Union has never been close to the Republic, and aside from a few indirect commercial and diplomatic contacts the Xanthalian government and people have remained naturally ambivalent to the existence of that state. To the Triumvirate, then, it was gratifying to hear that the Union wished to initiate contact; and its request was quickly granted.

The venue is to be Trasnia's megastation, in orbit of Freeland. The Trasnia System, despite being a center of international trade and the main reception area for immigrants, has only recently become a popular spot for formal diplomatic receptions, which were previously held almost exclusively in Mirfak, the seat of power for the Xanthalian government. However, with that system hit hard by the ESUS invasion and with cleanup and rebuilding underway, Trasnia is the natural choice when officials want to make a good impression on honored guests. And so the date is set, and preparations begin.


The United Federation is given specific guidelines: only one ship may be sent, and if armed is to enter Xanthalian space only with weapons offline; no blades, explosives, ballistic or energy weapons are to be carried by attending representatives; the size of the diplomatic team to be sent aboard the Xanthalian station is not to exceed three people, and a number of other requirements characteristic of a nation still insecure after war hit home.

At the time scheduled for the foreign delegation's arrival the system is busy as ever: literally tens of thousands of ships, Xanthalian and foreign, public and private, merchant and military go about their business with the kind of orderliness that can only be accomplished with an artificial intelligence in command. Freeland makes its way steadily around the sun at a speed deceptively fast, appearing to hardly move at all against the massive backdrop of Trasnia's five inner planets and the Sol-like star itself. Freeland is a diamond in the rough, a jewel appearing very much like Earth amongst the void and the cold, metal starships and space stations dotted about it. In high orbit above the Trasnian homeworld is YLZ-23; a giant among Freeland's many unnatural satellites, dwarfed only by Tart, its single moon. This hulk of a space station is the designated site of the upcoming conference. All is in readiness. Trasnia waits patiently to recieve its visitor.

Star date 10923-
Over ten years have passed since the mars conflict had gone awry, The United Federation of the Union has been stabilized and a new fleet had been slowly put in to place, the thirteen systems of the United Federation have grown and prospered.
It had come time for the United Federation to spread its wings once again, a new government, a new mentality and a new fleet would prove strength for its causes.

Torm:
Victor Jones sat in his office, his skinny slightly muscular body shimmering in the bright white and yellow light shining though the crystal clear holo glass the office over looked a prosperous plaza, it was the largest and most expensive place in Torm, Thousands of buildings lined the square well planted gardened plaza, the sun shined upon it brilliantly, tropical trees plants and flowers lined the center and the outer perimeters of the red, green and blue metal plating. Sky scrapers of all shapes and sizes, and hovering spheres went thousands of kilometers high, there glass like metal chrome plates shining and reflecting sun light down in to the city. Hover transports, shuttles and maglev tubes shoot through the sky every witch way re enforcing the prosperity of the city, Torm city was one of the largest and most Influential cities in the union even though it was by no means the capitol, Victor looked out of the window, his eyes panning and taking in the entire view, maglev tubes passing by his window, transports and shuttles flying above his building. His blue eyes focused on the sky and the sun, white and green clouds spurted over slightly blocking the binary stars. *Beeep* a sound suddenly arose from his holographic assistant and LCARS panel, he quickly looked over his head swiping and peering at the desk, his hands still behind him, they folded at his lower back, his shadow was wide and long, due to the hologram. The holographic assistant appeared in a sudden wave and whoosh of photons, the female gendered hologram looked over to victor and said “Good afternoon Victor, its good to see you again” She smiled as her voice gently and smoothly glided out.Victor raised an eyebrow and said “I’m fine, and it is indeed a good afternoon, what brings you about if you don’t mind me asking?”

--------The hologram rolled its eyes and said “always such formal proceedings well any ways, what brings me here is this, The Federation has reestablished contact with the distant interstellar state of Xanthal, they have ordered Star fleet command to send a disciplined diplomat, with good experience.” She chuckled a little speaking again “sounds like a want ad eh? Any way the Star fleet diplomatic corps have chosen you to lead a little party to Xanthal in order to successfully reestablish contact.”
Victor brushed his suit like apparel off with his hand and nodded responding “Thank you Norris, I shall take that down, who or what ship will be transporting me to the site of the meeting?”
The hologram spoke again in a friendly taken aback voice “OH! That’s what I forgot to mention, well the USS Endeavour will be taking you to the conference, you can have no more than three persons on staff and of course no fire arms- she was cut off suddenly as victor said “Of course, when do I leave?”

“Wait until I finish sheesh!” she exclaimed a hint of subtle irritation in her voice she continued even though victors reactions on his face where some what surprising and uncommon. “Well you will be leaving now.. Now that’s it, remember to brush daily and don’t charm too many Xanthal girls”
-------She was referring of course to victor’s natural charm on both sexes though no one knew to witch side he really subscribed to; he has a certain allure and confidence. He sighed as the hologram disappeared; his tall body shimmered in the light as he walked in the center of the grey carpeted chrome white walled room with odd light fixtures that looked like 50’s UFOS.
Suddenly Dimensional short beam came on to his communications device that was nestled in-between his over coat and shirt on his wrist. The message read “This is the Endeavour to Ambassador Jones, are you ready for us to beam you up sir?” Victor in a true primean way said “Indeed I am, I would like my prepared luggage beamed up as well from the depot several rooms away from here as well”
Suddenly a bright light engulfed Victor; particle streams shook off of him as he disappeared in to the fabric of space time, only to re appear of course moments later in a transporter pad aboard the ambassador class Endeavour, victor in a rather logically analytical way looked around, his body shimmering in the new bright lights of the transporter room, he raised an eyebrow as he saw his lugged beamed in the same flash of light right next to him, before he could even raise questions about it the captain walked in, the captain quickly offered his hand and said “nice to meet you” with his other hand he pointed towards the transporter chief after noticing the luggage and said “beam those to his room” victor took the captains hand and shook it, the captain pulled away and bowed slightly. Victor was almost at complete a loss for words as his brain struggled to compute the rather quick discontinuity that had just happened, he managed to scrounge a few scraps of words in his brain he responded to the captain “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, Now that my luggage is in my room I assume I will be escorted to it? I would also like to know when we are departing for this voyage I would like to get it over with as soon as possible” The captain said “Well, where departing now and commander tuckerson will escort you to the room”

Tuckerson nodded and held a hand out to victor, in witch victor promptly took and shook then pulled away walking off of the transporter pad, his feet shuffled suddenly on the carpet, while primeans had near perfect intellect and superior telepathic and verbal skills, they could not adjust to sudden changes of Artificial gravity or planetary gravity so quickly, he was escorted off by turkson and the captain went to the bridge, the bridge was bustling and busy officer walked around carrying and attending to there pads, LCARS panels blinked and beeped as doors whooshed open and closed. He looked over to his helms woman who had already imputed all the information and said in a brash voice “engage”
With that sudden word the five hundred plus meter beauty of a ship began moving out of planetary orbit via impulse, its warp nacelles where rather glowing in a dull blue, the impulse drives glowing bright red as the ship sped up, suddenly the large gleaming grayish metal body stopped its saucer section glowing in the binary star light, its star drive reflecting positively and enormously it was a beautiful ship, it was almost like a foot solider of a king, while a messenger and peace maker in situations it was also a deadly weapon. It strutted it stuff like it was, the stopped ship suddenly started energizing its warp engines, with a flash of bright blue light and a quick expulsion in to space twisting and turning, the ship suddenly disappeared in to the dark depths of space a small stream of blue particles being left behind.


Victor sat in the mess hall over looking the masses of stars quickly passing by, in streams upon streams of lights that streaked by his mind melted and relaxed, his brain pondering the universe, suddenly a young woman with red hair and brown eyes sat in front of him, victor was taken aback and jumped slightly he peered over to the woman with a stiff professional face, the woman smiled. He had not noticed the woman until he had sensed her it was embarrassing for a primean to be caught of guard like that and very rare, they where supposed to be in tune with pisonic wave lengths. The woman spoke “not much of a talker is you? My names Dina, its nice to meet you, I saw you sitting here alone” Victor quickly responded “well I was lost in the stars, I apologize for my tardy reply” No problem” the woman causality said, she was wearing almost a toga like apparel with a breezy over shirt.” So what brings you here?” Victor responded as he usually dose “I’m here for the current mission, I’m supposed to be the ambassador for the Federation for this nation we are reestablishing contact with.” The conversation continued they had hit it off some what or so the woman thought so, victor how ever was more pressed with the mission. The ship busted out of Transwarp two hours after leaving Torm, the ship floated in to the system gently its impulse engines pushing it along its weapons disarmed and its shields lowered; accept for a small deflector to push space dust out of the way.

A message was sent from the bridge to Xanthalin command.

This is the federation starship Endeavour, we have arrived with our team of diplomats to this conference, we request docking permissions or beaming permissions, witch ever you might prefer, it’s a pleasure to see you once again

"Welcome to Trasnia. This is automated system traffic control." a natural-sounding, yet still obviously computer generated voice is transmitted over the comm in English. "Federation starship, you have been granted diplomatic status and special direct clearance to Freeland. Please select and execute one of the approved flightpaths uploaded to your navigational computer. If you are unable to read or recieve this data, contact special control at frequency 197 megahertz. Good day." The transmission ends, and the Endeavour's helm recieves two plotted courses: one will lead the ship into a medium-altitude orbit of Freeland under the station that is their destination, the other is an approach path for docking with YLZ-23 itself. Both paths are completely clear of other traffic; it looks like Xanthal has really rolled out the red carpet for their guests from the Union.

Response from the USS Endeavour: thank you Xanthalin command for the orbital flight pattern, we look forward to conducting talks with you, we would also like to un officially start a cultural exchange program, some of your officers may be aboard our ships if you wish, we only ask that our crew be allowed to make use of your tourist and commercial spots, we think it would be a good way to build understanding between our people but if you refuse we understand why. Since neither of our two cultures have seen much of each other for the past few hundred years, it might be a difficult proposal to accept Human culture in the union has changed abundantly since we last met please consider

The ambassador class cruiser slowly floated towards the coordinates given by the Xanthalin command, its nacelles where shining dull blue. The engine noises of the ship reverberating thorough its sleek smooth chrome metal hull , its body floated gently to the beautiful planet ahead, its impulse engines pushing it along like an ominous ship of war and peace. Meanwhile on board the ship, the captain was sitting on his chair looking out of the view screen, the holographic view port faced towards the star and planet, the gleaming light of the star shown in cupping and emphasizing objects on the bridge. He looked to the con officer and nodded his head bobbin up and down in a swift fluid motion his hands grasped the two armrests on the chair gently feeling over the leather material. The con officer nodded back and quickly moved her smooth white hand over a few panels. Victor was sitting in the mess hall enjoying a fruity cocktail from his home planet of Torm; it had all sorts of sweet fruits with in it, it was frothy and orange. Suddenly his communicator beeped he looked down to his wrist and taped it gently with his smooth hand, a small blip was heard and the con officers voice was on the other end, it was rather commanding and non emotional, rather cold. The message from the con officer was rather simple and easy to follow. “Ambassador we are in position to beam you down to the station ” victor nodded and finished his drink, he quickly flicked the glass with the tip of his finger and got up, his body shimmered in the light, he stood tall quickly turning around walking out towards the door, his boots shuffled slightly on the ground. He sighed rushing through the door his mind clear of any negative thoughts and utterly focused on the goal at hand. His hands waved back and froth as he walked in to the transporter room the doors whooshing open as he walked in. sighing he looked to the transporter chief he gave a rather cold emotionless nod and stepped on the glossy well lit platform, his smooth tan skin blue eyes and black hair gleaming in the well lighten area.
With a deep commanding voice he uttered these words “Energize” In a sudden burst of bright particle light his boy shimmered in to the fabric of space and time only to suddenly appear in a huge burst of white and blue light at the reception area, his body was engulfed in white and blue light for a moment as he shimmered back in to normal space, his tan skin gleamed with the white light of the station, he looked around slightly awaiting for a split second before personnel from Xanthal arrived his body was shimmering in the light. His mind was engulfed in the goal, he was fairly focused attentive and alert, he maintained a professional stance, his hands where at his sides, it was time to see what the union diplomatic corps is made of. In his mind thoughts of offers and others came together in a split second, and in a rather quick time, a normal human would have taken several hours to do so.

"Ambassador, welcome to Xanthal." The Union delegate is greeted by a midsized dark-skinned xanthalian woman with blonde hair; a combination that would be strange, were she human. She bows gracefully, her tight jumpsuit folding lightly in on itself in the front and stretching out in the back to accomodate the maneuver. She straightens, then steps forward. Victor has beamed into a compact meeting room, furnished with a square table, two chairs, and a pitcher of water with a glass for each of them. A screen on the side wall is currently turned off; in front of him, past the table, is a decent-sized window looking down on the planet below, an ocean filling the view at the moment. Behind him is a sliding door. "My name is Chie Shiomi. I represent the Socialist Republic. Please, have a seat." She moves aside, pulling out the chair nearest to the door, the one with a window view, in invitation.

OOC: I am suspending this RP indefinitely for inactivity. TFU, if you wish to complete this RP at some point in the future, contact me via telegram.