NationStates Jolt Archive

Terran prime 1800 hours, Planetary standard time... Robert leaned back on his leather like chair over looking the massive capital city of new union city, his eyes panned the ever growing skyline of thousands of sky scrapers from his ornately decorated windows, he sighed as his body was struck with the ever fading light of the sun, the sky turning from bright blue to spectacular dark orange and yellow slowly. He swiveled his chair over with a smile peering back out in to the main officer, were ornately decorated wall lights and large pictures hung. an older man slowly walked in through the main oak like doors, his suit Grey his hair salt and pepper his eyes blue and his white skin rough, the older man looked down at the younger black suited smooth tan skinned president with a grin saying. "Sir, we have detected some readings in the sol system.... he was cut off before he could continue. the president asking with an interested but off setting voice. "What kind of signal they're s always signals coming from there, it never lets up.. whats new?" the older man rolled his eyes and sighed with another smile continuing in his confident voice.

"Well sir, apparently some of our old.. old... friends have discovered space flight and faster than light drives one of our probes while on a sensor sweep of sol and earth have discovered Dersconi signatures on star ships heading around..." The president sat up with surprise his eyes widened he looked around and said "what?! after all these damned years... well I'm not sure they know we still exist, I intend to change that, the whole reason we left earth is because of them.. all right I see why you came to me with this.. I dare say lets make it clear we're still around Iw ant you to set up an expiation, have maxwell lead it" the older man nodded rising an eye brow at the thought of old max leading it, he was British, and a good diplomat, but his luck is not always the top of the line he shrugged it off and walked out closing the doors behind him.

Federal first expatiation fleet, in orbit around Terran prime, after a few hours a fifty ship fleet was gathered, multiple capital ships along with smaller escorts shimmered in a Grey rough ominous way moving slowly out in to he darkness of space. Maxwell Odessa was on the bridge of the newly built UCS ranger, he stood on the magnificent bridge dotted with many holographic and well light panels and officer running around carrying personal access computers. The light of the rangers bridge was tinted slightly blue with white to make it more appealing than other federal ships. Its massive 2.5 km body shimmered with a rough ominous glow in to the darkness of space in front of the other ships in the fleet, before the fleet could be dispatched a message was sent via probe signals.

To Dersconi holdings, from the United colonial alliance of the federal union; dear old enemies, it seems you have discovered the joy of space flight, we congratulate you though you have had it for a while we did not notice until now, we will be wishing to establish relations with your nation, after our unfortunate misunderstanding hundreds of years ago, it is hoped we can move past that as mature human beings, our expatiation will number fifty ships , and will come to contact you shortly with a diplomat.

As the message was sent maxwell felt his heart drop he distasted having to go to sol again with every fiber of his being, it was a cesspool of back water barbaric nations and utter insane dictators. But alas he was chosen, he figured he would make the best of it, thank god for him he said in his head, he brought some brandy from his home. He looked around his shimmering black suit semi loose on his body, his sleek black hair and white skin emphasized by the soft white and blue lights, his tall form towering over some consoles. He looked to the captain who was sitting back in his chair looking out in to the silent cold darkness of space. Maxwell said in a British accent with a confident voice.

“well we better get along now?” he sighed again and said in another burst of words “ the message has been posted Capitan, i suggest we make haste , I want to get this done and over with as soon as bloody possible.”

The Capitan just gave max a grin wit ha small scoff as he looked at the helms officer who was already pushing the holographic buttons with her smooth hands, suddenly the ship jerked ahead a bit as it started powering up its new faster than light drives, max blinked and sighed saying under his breath “Bloody hell this machine shouldn't be flying like this“ ..

The large fleet began heading out, crackling white and blue portals opened up in front of them as the ships rushed in being converted in to white and blue orbs of energy contained in a field, the portals closed leaving dead silent space... the ships appeared several moments later at sol, coming out of hyper warp with ease, half the fleet save for the ranger and two escorts stopped at the asteroid belt close to some borders, they're IFF' were clearly federal, weapons on a defensive stance and shields up.


The ranger dropped out just out side earth space, its massive body shimmered in the light from the sun, the plating glimmering with roughness as the ship with internal engines guided to a stop, two Vesta class frigates at its sides they're hull lights blinking. A message from max was sent to Drescon

This is Representative Maxwell Odessa On bored the United colonial alliance ship Ranger we are here to meet with your diplomats to establish relations, please don't be alarmed we do not mean any harm.

Maxwell sighed and rolled his eyes as he sat down on a Grey leather like chair looking out of the holo console to the pearl that was earth, his mind swimming with jokes about solies he sat back gently saying in his mind ~bloody hell, watch some trigger happy bloke and sod try to ruin things~ his thoughts trailed off as he waited.. and waited gently and calmly.

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Above Earth's Atmosphere

Orbital Defence Grid 021

The General in charge of this ODG received the message without glee or disappointment. He wasn't old enough to be alive for the fallout (literally) between TFU and Derscon, so really didn't care. He ordered the message to be relayed to the Kremlin as the fleets around him formed a defensive posture around the ODGs and above Derscon.

A few minutes alter, a reply was sent from the Kremlin to 021.

Allow them to pass, and allow their diplomatic vessel to dock. We will send a shuttle. The general sighed and relayed the message to the Federal fleets.

Representative Maxwell Odessa
You are authorized to dock a diplomatic vessel onto this
Orbital Defence Grid. From there, you will board a Dersconi
Shuttle to the Kremlin.

Welcome to Derscon.

If Odessa was looking out the bridge, he would see the ordinate executive shuttle coming from Earth and docking onto ODG-021.

It wasn't the most cordial of greetings, but the man answering the door was a general, not a diplomat. The niceties could wait for the palace.

The Capitan on the ranger sat back with a sigh, the bluish white light of the bridge over his body. maxwell sat back in his chair with a sigh as the ranger began docking operations, the massive battle cruiser, the cruiser shimmered in the light of the sun as its rough body docked with the station, Maxwell stood up from the bridge and made is way to the docking bay, his black suit hanging semi loose/ semi tightly on his body as the white and blue light peered over his white smooth supple skin and black slick hair. He thought to him self as he made his way down to the air lock and stopped to await for the door and force field to open. Why he was chosen for this, some thing was bound to go wrong he just new it, he was always pessimistic type but did not always show it. the force fields deactivated and massive doors had open with equalizing pressure, noises of hissing air and mechanical noises could be heard as maxwell started to walk out in to the station, he peered around his head smoothly shifting from side to side and up and down gently looking over his surroundings. He put on a diplomatic smile over his face as he made his way down a hall.. Suddenly he spotted what looked like to be an official in black neon power armor and two mysterious figures with hidden faces and cloaks over them, he raised an eyebrow and thought to him self what the bloody hell did he get him self in to, But alas he walked up to them and held out a hand with a diplomatic cool smile saying in a friendly voice. "My name is Maxwell Odessa its a pleasure to meet you"... His eyes panned around him trying to find a sense of security.

Suddenly in the asteroid belt the rest of the fleet began maneuvers, launching fighters activating weapons and sheilds for a mock battle, it was pretty obvious what they were doing. they were very close to hostile borders but Did not really care as they were in International space. The captain on the leader cruiser in the belt sighed, his hands on the leather like chairs armrest, he moved a hand to his chin as he looked over to his helms officer saying to her "back us off to mark nine zero ten eight" the officer nodded and she raised an eyebrow knowing that would bring them in to Martian space , with that the ship and thus the rest of the fleet began to with draw in order not to threaten talks with they're old friends. the ships guided gently towards the coordinates just inside Martian space.

The captain on the lead ship of the fleet now floating in far orbit over mars, sat back in his chair, he smiled a bit with a chuckle his eyes panning the dark space before him, he taped on a console on his armrest, the mundane chrome light over his blue and Grey uniform shimmering gently he looked over to his tactical officer with a quick glance and a smile his hands put on his chin he said in a commanding voice to the officer. "I want you to launch a reconnaissance mission over this back water world, tell EW squadron alpha to escort two probes on a fly by, make it quick..."

The tactical officer nodded and started taping his holographic consoles in front of him, his hands moving smoothly along the projection of the console. His taps sent the message to a near by squadron waiting by one of the massive shimmering rough hulled cruisers, the behemoth dwarfing them in size. The leader of the squad sighed gently as he sat back in his modified thunder bolt four star fighter looking out in to the ominous darkness of space, he went over the comn after reading the message.

'~This is EW alpha dog to all fighters prepare for a recon fly over escorting a probe flight vector.. one niner bravo alpha.. gamma ten five~ .

~roger that alpha leader boys form up on me~

Suddenly the fighters bolted towards the read ominous planet two multiple meter projectiles flying from tubes on the larger cruiser behind them. the fighter rushed froward head to head with them doing erratic maneuvers as they banked left and right starting scans over the planet gathering information. the leader sat back in his cockpit chair again looking around paying attention to the scanners and gathering information.

In the crowded basement room of the NeoMetallian capital builiding that served as a makeshift diplomatic HQ; Minister of Foreign affairs James Hodgeman stared intently over an intern's shoulder as he read the news report of a Fedral envoy visiting earth.

"Interesting..." Hodgeman breathed, surprised that their friends in TFU were in the system voluntarily. He finished reading, straightened his back and coughed as he stirred up a cloud of dust. He wished with a sigh, that they were in their normal office, rather than being lost in the shuffle of a beauracratic restructuring. Ah well.

Hodgeman lit a cigar as he stared thoughtfully at the no smoking sign on the wall. Exhaling sharply he turned to one of his underlings, briefly tried to remember a name, and settled for saying... "You there!...send a message to The Fedral Union...see if we can get in touch with their ambassadors in the area....its common courtesy to offer them our hospitality while they're here..." Taking another drag on his cigar, Hodgeman began walking towards the door.

The General nodded, but did not take his hand. "This way, Mr. Odessa." The general and his guards led Odessa and his aides down a hallway that was so metallic and dark as to give the chills to anyone with a weak stomach.

Eventually, though, they came to the other docking bays, where in one of them the executive shuttle waited, a Foreign Ministry official standing at the entrance ramp. He was much warmer than the general.

"Greetings, Mr. Odessa. If you'll follow me onto the shuttle, we should be in Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City in just a few short minutes." He nodded to the general, who immediately disappeared with his guards to the bridge, as they boarded the shuttle, taking off for RAMC.

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Odessa was given a warm welcome within the walls of RAMC itself -- it was rare that the Grand Kremlin Palace was used for anything other than when meeting with the Tsar. However, in this case, as it's been so long, Derscon wanted to make a good first impression.

Walking through the golden doors to the Great Hall of the Tsars is always an experience, even for those who come on a semi-regular basis. Once you get past the strange alien honour guards in their bright red, black, and hold armour and energy staves on either side, and through the immensely thick gold, platinum, and obsidian doors, it just gets stranger.

Odessa was now standing in the Great Hall, on a floating platform. It wasn't energy-based, it was entirely solid, but no form of suspension could be seen. It just...floated.

Once his gaze got beyond the gold-lined shiny black platforms he would realize that the Great Hall was actually a sphere -- a perfect sphere, at that. The same type of platform he was standing on was all around, but none of them were connected. You couldn't get from one to the other.

Under them, what looked like an electrical storm was raging, and a white ball of energy floated in the centre of the Hall.

The Ministry official walked up to what looked like a crystal ball and put his hand on it, and a platform in all gold appeared before them.

"Come on, this way." They both stepped on the platform and it shot across the room to another platform like the one they were just on, and they got off the transport one, and went through the doors into a hallway.

Turning left in the hallway, and then right, they found themselves at a pair of two double doors made of a wood Odessa has never seen before, but before he could ask, they were opened, and he was escorted into the executive lounge.

There, Minister of Foreign Affairs Zheleztsolupp Kabanov was waiting for him on the comfortable furniture, drinks already poured.

"Welcome to Derscon, Representative Odessa. I hope your trip was a pleasant one?