NationStates Jolt Archive

*A fleet of ships exit out of hyperspace...*

"This is Commander Zeren Moviari of the Hiigarran Fleet. We've been searching for a suitable world to begin colonization. We extend our hands in friendship to all fair and just entities. :) "

*The ships fall silent and begin dispatching thousands of smaller transport ships which land onto an uninhabited island in the North Pacific. The transport ships drop around 5 million colonists and their machinery. The transport ships return to the fleet. All of the fleet enter hyperspace, except for one mother ship and five carrier class ships, which remain in high orbit. (If your country can detect them).*

((Out of character: BTW if any Homeworld 2 players put there can give me the Hiigaran symbol thats under 6kb and send it to zerenmoviari@yahoo.com I'd be very thankful))

The Xanthalian Earth colony responds to the hail.
"Greetings! We represent the Socialist Republic of Xanthal on Earth. We look forward to establishing positive relations with your people. Please contact the central government of Xanthal by telegram if you are interested in a relationship."

*Emperor Revan Mithrandir is standing on the patio of his manor when he sees many a vessel touch down in the North Pacific...*

"Consul!" barks the Emperor to an aged man with graying brown hair.

"Yes Emperor?" he replies...

"What is that in the horizon?" the Emperor points to the distant land of the North Pacific and at the vessels shooting towards the ground.

"I don't know... Perhaps a metor shower?"

"No... I don't think so.... Send forth the Blades, I want to know what is going on. Perhaps it is an alien race!! Think of the technology!! The trade!!" With those last few sentences the Emperor's face shone with jubilance, but when he stopped talking the grim and clouded look returned.

"Yes my liege." The Consul jots a few notes on his textpad and scuttles off to a black dome shaped building... Inside is a man sitting in the shadows, apparently fiddling with his datapad.

"Legatus Blade, the Emperor wishes you to assemble all Blades within 5 km of Volaeri and depart to the North Pacific. The Emperor wants to know what is going on. You have 12 hours to prepare before the transport helicopters arrive." The Consul turns to exit the dome building and quickly turns back again.

"And Legatus, if whatever is happening over in the North Pacific can be helpful in anyway to our Empire you are to return to Volaeri at once. We don't want another incident like we had with the Cyrodiilian envoy... Which your Blades mistook for rebels.... May the Gods be with you Legatus."

The Legatus Blade rises from his seat... "And with you too, Consul."

*The colonists raise several satellite dishes that relay a message from the mother ship. The message overrrides many if not all television and radio broadcasts*

"This is Fleet Commander Zeren Moviari of the Hiigaran Fleet. We come peace. We will not attack unless attacked ourselves. We wish only peace and prosperity. We are a democratic society and will not associate with anyone who isn't one themselves. If you'd like further contact with our colony please send us a...what do you people call it..."

*An officer hands the commander paper*

"A...telegram. I believe that's what it's called. Now furthermore. We will not hand over technology that will effect your race's natural evolution, but don't think we won't use it against you if we need to. Fleet Commander Zeren out..."

*The hailing frequencies fall silent and the dishes power down*

"Well folks all we can do now is wait. From our first sensor sweep we know this world isn't primitive at all."

*A tactical officer stands and says*

"Yes...not at all. They've discovered how to use nuclear energy as weapon, and it's a possibility that our ships aren't totally immune to their conventional weapons."

*Zeren interrupts*

"I've read the reports Sir. Don't repeat yourself a million times."

*A sensor officer speaks up*

"Sir...we are picking up alot signals from...what they call themselves...the Magus Volaer. They appear to be talking about our colony...with great interest"

*Zeren says*

"Keep a close eye on them..."

"Primier...I've recieved reports of a nation called 'the Hiigaran Fleet' establishing itself in the north pacific."
"So? They are far out of our region, why should we care?"
"Sir, apparently, they use technology very similar to the United Hiigarans."
"Intresting, send them a communication of greetings. Ask them if they are related to the United Hiigarans. And contact the United Hiigarans and inform them of this. It will surely be of intrest to them..."


A narrow communication laser is sent from a CF laser transmitter to the Hiigaran Fleet Mothership.

"Greetings, the nation of Central Facehuggeria wishes to welcome your nation to the Nationstates Metaverse. We are intrested in opening diplomatic channels with your nation. As we ourselves are just beginning to explore space with faster than light drives, we understand how hard it must be to establish a colony on another world. If you desire assistance of any kind, telegram us. (OOC: Warning: sometimes I don't check my TGs for a few days.) Also, we have a question to ask: Are you in any way related to the United Hiigaran nation?"

The Island States notices that there is a new nation in the North Pacific. They power up their communications equipment for a quick: "Greetings!"

DGNT sends formal greetings, as well as a nice fruit assortment.

DGNT sends formal greetings, as well as a nice fruit assortment.

[code:1:606dbd6792]
FROM: HER HIGHNESS QUEEN ROMALIA OF THE BURNSIAN DESERT
TO: THE HIIGARAN FLEET, UNIDENTIFIED ALIEN FORCE

Dearest Commander Moviari,
We send greetings in the Burnsian Desert's name. We hope you give us the honur of attending our state dinner next Saturday. All of the top Burnsian officials will be there, along with some Senators. Here is the Guest List:

Thadus Grungt
Minister of Intelligence

Georald Hieght
Finance Advisor

Rathit Al-Rashiib
***** General

Rachel Romalia
Queen of The Burnsian Desert

Geaorald Price
Minister of Records

Killahim Al-Rashib
Trade Minister

Sojurn Ugunda
Foreign Affairs Magistrate

Highfather Georld II
Father of Queen Romalia

Fleet Commander Zeren Moviari?
Fleet Commander of The Hiigaran Fleet?
[/code:1:606dbd6792]

*The communications begin pouring into the Hiigaran data port.*

"Commander...many nations are responding to our hails."

Zeren looks up from his command station, awakened suddenly, "Really! This is great news. Respond to all of them with...ah.", laughs. "I don't know what to say really. But this United Hiigaran nation. They must be our own kind."

"Sir...we have no record of any Hiigaran fleets passing through this sector before."

"Maybe the records are wrong or they could have crash landed here. What ever the matter is we need to look into this immeadiatly." looks over the many messages. "Send a message to the Burnian Desert and tell them I'd be delighted to join them for dinner, but no funny business.", reviews more of the messages, "Tell DGNT, thanks for the fruit basket. Um...tell The Island States a quick 'Hello, how are you?'. May this end well."

A 350 meter long matt black vessel tightbeams an audio-only analog signil to the Hiigarran Fleet mothership in orbit; it's transponder signil similar to that of no less than a dozen other similar military vessels near Earth.

"This is Captain Rose Martin of the Kanuckistani High Gaurd Vessel Napalm Enema to Hiigarran Fleet vessel; We would like to welcome to the Sol system. Just a friendly peice of advice, however; it's rude to hijack broadcast frequencies already in widespread use, even if well intentioned and only for a short time. A formal message from my government will follow shortly."








Several hours later, a Kanuckistani military satalite tightbeams the following text message to the mothership.



To: Hiigarran Fleet Leadership
From: Minister Bob McBob, Department of the Exterrior, Kanuckistan

Salutations, and welcome to this world; on behalf of the Kanuckistani government and it's people, we wish you the best in all peacful endevors, and hope for a fruitful relationship between our nations. Our own offworld settlment efforts have left us with a substantial surplus of colonization-related equipment and supplies, and we would be willing to provide such at no cost, should you find yourself in need on this new endevor.

In the mean time, we would like to address any concerns regaurding the state of our nation's democracy; while it is true that our God Emperor may be compared to a dictator, his position was granted by public refferendum after several centuries in the office of Prime Minister, the last two of which were entirly without oposition as a result of a growing religous movement amoung the people that, despite his own public objection, perscribed to the belife that he was a god; thusly, unable to properly function without a working oposition, he reluctantly accepted the refferendum results so that the government could adapt to function effectivly in it's service to the people. Nevertheless, mechanisims are in place to allow a return to parlimentary democracy should the people ever wish it, and all levels of civil government below federal remain a thriving example of democracy.


"May that which you wish upon others befall you."

Signed:

Bob McBob
Department of the Exterrior
Kanuckistan.

a 300 meter long ship sends a messege to the Hiigarran Fleet "this is captain Josh Shear of the Soviet Union Republics fleet, we openly acecpt your fraindship. We also wish to moiniter your forces"

a 300 meter long ship sends a messege to the Hiigarran Fleet "this is captain Josh Shear of the Soviet Union Republics fleet, we openly acecpt your fraindship. We also wish to moiniter your forces"

a 300 meter long ship sends a messege to the Hiigarran Fleet "this is captain Josh Shear of the Soviet Union Republics fleet, we openly acecpt your fraindship. We also wish to moiniter your forces"

a 300 meter long ship sends a messege to the Hiigarran Fleet "this is captain Josh Shear of the Soviet Union Republics fleet, we openly acecpt your fraindship. We also wish to moiniter your forces"

The mothership sends a message to the Kanuckistan ship.

"We are sorry for any inconvenince..."

I was watching "Full House". ;)

The mothership sends a message to the Kanuckistan ship.

"We are sorry for any inconvenince..."

OOC:
Going to reply to the message from my nation's government?

Radio Message to Hiigran Fleet - we offer you 500 ,000 USD as a peace offering , also could i please study your technology as our spaceships are relativly advanced in terms of speed and manourvering , but are very weak in the ares of hyperspace travel ,weapons , shields ,targeting systems and armor

als o as a precation , 2 ERTA class BattleCruisers and 25 INGA class fighters go out (with weapons/shields off) to survey the space fleet

a shuttle carrying 200 , 000 USD goes towars the (presumed)mother ship to deliver its funds

(I made refference to what ships I have in orbit earlier; one of the big boys recently came home in another thread, so I think I 'ought to post mention here)

Another vessel bearing a Kanuckistani military transponder arrives in near-Earth space; apearing, literily, out of nowhere, it dwarfs it's already present bretheren at thirteen kilometers long, no less than a dozen heavily armoured kilometer-across turrets upon it's hull housing now-dormant planet-rending monstrosities. As it takes up a powered geostationary position over it's homeland, it's name can be seen stenciled upon it's battleship grey hull; KHGV Jagged Razor of Methodical Dismemberment

The mothership sends a message to the Kanuckistani ship, "We are sorry for your government's problems at the moment, but we will not help you. I'm sure your problem will be easily resolved over time."

Another message is sent to one of the battlecrusiers (Hyperspatial Travel's), "We welcome your funds and your friendship. We can not however help you with some of your ships problems. As we ourselves haven't invented shields."

A few hours later, a large ship that is about twice the size of the mothership leaves hyperspace near the Hiigaran Fleet. Any one with adavanced sensors can tell it is a large aeronautical manufacturing ship. (It's a shipyard :wink: )

ScanOp:"Sir,we're...picking up something strange.Hyperspace signatures.Many of them."

Commodore Delveci:"Whats so starnge about that?"

ScanOp:"Their ours.But,no recognition signals or Kiith markings that we recognize."

Delveci:"Report to Hiigara!"

The Avatar HC does and about face and heads toward the signals.

Patrol DGNT SOL.
[Sent over Ship-to-Ship com to UH flagship]
"Greetings United Hiigarans, this is Captain Ahmed of the DGNS Wasp, we bring official greetings from the government of Dontgonearthere, as well as a 'Welcome to Sol' fruit assortment, it has some very nice looking oranges in it, if I say so myself, and a local navigation map, in case you havent got one. Shall we arrange a meeting point for the transfer of these? And perhaps a meeting of the seinor officers, as a start to international relations? DGNT will gladly offer you a small space in its Mars colony claims for you to settle in to Sol."

The mothership sends a message to the Kanuckistani ship, "We are sorry for your government's problems at the moment, but we will not help you. I'm sure your problem will be easily resolved over time."

"Please clarify," came the frigate captain's response to the Hiigaran Fleet, "I have a transcript of the message sent to you, and all it contains is an offer of assistance in helping you settle and a breif detailing of the state of Kanuckistan's political system, in responce to your declared refusal to associate with non-democratic societies; there was no request for assistance. Over."

The Mothership sends an audio message to the Kanuckistani ship

"We are sorry for this miscommunication on our part. Our translators have made this mistake. Sorry for any inconvenience or insults. They weren't on purpose."

The Mothership sends an audio message to the Kanuckistani ship

"We are sorry for this miscommunication on our part. Our translators have made this mistake. Sorry for any inconvenience or insults. They weren't on purpose."

"Affirm, Hiigaran Fleet," came the response, "No apology necessary; we know well the trials dependency on a translator can create."

"Interesting. An alien race." Says Administrator Nobar.

"Hmmm. They have just landed here, that leaves them very susseptible to attack. If they don't want to share that new technology.......other nations will be after it. But, since my kingdom doesn't have many diplomatic qualities like other democratic country, I might not be able to help them. Oh well"

*Turns away from window*

"Admiral Werdna, prepare to your battle tanks, I don't want any 'alien' forces to attack my people. Position your ships halfway between them and us. Shoot down any 'flyng saucers' or ships that come your way."

"Yes sir!" Admiral Werdana says as he walks out.


"Prepare to leave port! Prepare to leave port! All ships prepare to leave!" Shouts Admiral Werdna.

*All 3 Heavy scout patrol ships leave port along with the 1 main Battleship*

"Sir four ships incoming!"

"Scan them immeadiatly."

"They are three scouts and a battleship."

"Tell the shipyard immeadiatly about this, since they are the ones closest to them."

*The shipyard receives the message and thinks about their next move.*

Shipyard Commander: "Well, they don't appear to be hostile. So continue landing our colony ships!"

*Some small ships leave space dock and head towards the Earth.*