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The great mother ship glides into the new solar system with ten planets.

Navigator Henson: Commander, we are approaching this star systems third planet.

"On screen" ordered Commander Tokaity.

Ships comms had detected signals from the strange blue world orbiting this star.
It had been 20,000 years since they had left the home world, looking for a new home to colonize. They had passed by several ghost worlds where the natives had gone extinct but there machines had continue to transmit.
The first transmission, that had attracted their attention to this system was a video of an odd man with a strange mustache speaking in an unintelligible tongue. He held his arms outstretched and masses of his species responded likewise. He had an unusual name. Spelled with the characters "HITLER" but no the staff archeological team had not been able to decipher the primitive languague of these sentient beings yet.
The natives of this had a strange custom, in one film, it showed a member of the world's intelligent species, with dark skin, apparently running in a circle for some reason then the first guy grabbing the other people's hands and making up and down motions, but refusing to do the same to dark one's hand. There was a look of as if they were enemies or something.
They had picked up other stuff too. Airial vehicles destroying entire population centers, torture chambers. Wars in the name of ideologies and religions. They had seen videos of one the great tribes of this system collapse into anarchy and dozens of smaller tribes with wierd names like Kazahkstan, Armenia.
They had picked up other programs. It tooks three days to realize that some of the signals were more like the dramas and romances back home rather than actual documentaries.
For example, they had tried to contact the one named "Kirk". But no luck. It was only a day later they realized Star Trek was just a tv show.
The crew felt sad at the images of all the wars and the famines. Many sentient creatures on the third planet dying for unkown reasons while others were profiting off their suffering. One such group being "World Children's Fund". There were other profiting off the suffering of other species of the world like the "World Wildlife Fund".
Now they had realized the planets sapients were not extinct but they were headed that way. The Supreme Command stated that if a planet was inhabited by sapients, the ship was to move on to another star system, hopefully a deserted one. But the archeologists insisted on studying these creatures close up and the ship, after passing up 5,000 star systems was not stocked with enough resources or fuel to make it to the next star system. They might have just enough to make it to the third world.

"On screen" responded the navigator.

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The day before the Master Archeologist using the latest computational technologies finally decoded the native language and discovered the natives had not one language but thousands.
Having seen the species programs regarding alien lifeforms, the Commander knew he would have to announce their presence or face a hostile response.

In 5 hours he would send a message to the people of this blue world and hopefully, they would respond positively. But in case they did not, he ordered the ships primary weapons array to be ready to fire at a moments notice.

Silently only a few kilometers away form the ship a small lone VBR-2 had it's ecm generator on overdrive hidding it form the scaners/sensors. The fihgter had been fallowing the ship for only a few hours now and had only started to scan it trying not to risk its cover being blown.

The ship's systems were easily able to seize control the primitive's communications systems.
The Commander sat in his seat and began speaking, the ship's linguistic computers translating as he spoke.

"Greetings to the people of the Planet Earth. Do not be alarmed. We Come in Peace."
A burst of light shot forth from one of the ships arrays and obliterated a primitive space vehicle traveling from the blue planet to its orbiting sat, called by the locals "the moon".

Commander Tokaity hoped the message would be enough.

OCC:Your post just confused me but did you just shoot down my VBR-2?

The natives had many peices of trash orbiting their planet they would have to wipe some out but avoid the ones the natives were apparently using. But distinguishing between the types of artificial sats some being inhabited others being junk.
It was inevitable there would be some collateral damage but they would try to avoid as much as possible.
They had already attracted notice with several of the natives primitive spacecraft moving close too and tailing the ship apparently due to curiosity. Several apparently trying to conceal themselves. As long as they were no threat, which they weren't, the ships defense systems were programmed to ignore them.
The ship's independent orbital cam sent a digital photo signal from below the mother ship to the ship's Helm.
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OCC:Your post just confused me but did you just shoot down my VBR-2?
No. It was a space shuttle. Shot down by accident by the ships automated systems.

"There it is again professor," the youthful man said as he raised his head from the telescope eyepiece. "This is the third time it's shown up, and there's no question, it IS moving. That's no star, nor any registered satellite."

"Grab another digital shot," the older professor noted, "transfer it to my computer. Let's take a closer look...."

The young man did as he was instructed, while the professor moved toward a desk area full of computer equipment at the far side of the room. A quizical look filled his wrinkled face as he moved toward computer. Maybe he would pull a late night this evening afterall.

The Tessen Conservatory was a small facility, but none the less technologically state-of-the-art. An orbital find like this could create a buzz among the scientific community, and might even put the small conservatory onto the map.

...Especially if this was indeed an intelligent unidentified spacial object.

The VBR-2 finished it's scan and suddenly sent out a massive signal burst on all Phalanix chanels. Only a few minutes later a single X-101 dreadnaught unfolded in a sphere of green sickly light. At that point the VBR-2 gunned it's engens sending it off towards the X-101 almsot at top speed (mach 1.2.)

OCC:Ah jsut had to be sure Cause if you had then this RP would go towards the road a pure chaos

The VBR-2 finished it's scan and suddenly sent out a massive signal burst on all Phalanix chanels. Only a few minutes later a single X-101 dreadnaught unfolded in a sphere of green sickly light. At that point the VBR-2 gunned it's engens sending it off towards the X-101 almsot at top speed (mach 1.2.)

OCC:Ah jsut had to be sure Cause if you had then this RP would go towards the road a pure chaos
OOC: Ah, no worries. This thread isn't going in that direction. It's a what if type of thread.

OOC: Vitally important question. Is this modern-tech (present day), near-future (up to A.D.2100) or future-tech (Advanced interstellar travel and such)? Obviously, your mothership is future-tech, but what level is Earth at?

OCC:I know. I'm jsut saying had you shot down my fighter it would have gone that way. Besides I need a break form the war threads.

OOC: Vitally important question. Is this modern-tech (present day), near-future (up to A.D.2100) or future-tech (Advanced interstellar travel and such)? Obviously, your mothership is future-tech, but what level is Earth at?
OOC: Modern tech. This is based on the premise of the arrival of alien lifeforms in say, our lifetimes, and how the world would react to it.
Figure the year on earth is 2005.

OCC:I know. I'm jsut saying had you shot down my fighter it would have gone that way. Besides I need a break form the war threads.
OOC: understood. Should be interesting.

OOC: Oh, sadly, my nation won't come into being until the early 2100's. I'll just watch. Happy posting.

Small manned probe entered the planets atmosphere and took stationary orbit over one of the populated locations for observational purposes.
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The ship's crew began making preparations to enter the small planet's atmosphere using the primitive's own sattalites as a timer.
They would begin the entry in 48 hours.
Meantime, the probe ship was picking up samples of the primitives for dissection and scientific experimentation. It was found that none of the natives liked having needles jabbed into their eyeballs and telepathic anesthetics did not work for them for some reason.

A single ship dropped from T-Space in front of the alien vessel. The ship was 200 meter in length and it had no major weapon systems. A message is broadcast upon all frequencies along with a language key designed for computer decryption.

"Welcome to Sol System. This is the Balrogga Imperial Harbor Control. You are invited to dock at the Imperial Space Tower if you wish. Please refrain from destroying anything. We don't want any hostilities with anyone. Here are the coordinants of the Space Tower. (Eastern Pacific Equator area) Please let us know if you need any exotic breathing mixes or environments so we may attempt to create an enviroment comfortable to you.

Observatory 6

"Professor, could you come here for a seond?" asked a student sitting at a computer terminal. The Professor, a grey haired man of about 50 walked over. "Yes, what is it?"

The student pointed to an object on his computer screen. "I have no idea what this is, I've run it through our database and nothing comes up."

The Professor raised his eyebrows, "Well, I... don't know... I need to make a phone call"

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Aleksandrov Military Base: 50 miles north of Haton

The object was now being tracked by several satellites and observatories. "Bloody hell, I wonder what it is..." mumbled People's General Aleksandrov...


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Several medium sized spacecraft soared through the atmosphere, a few minutes later, they were in the cold vaccum of space. These were by no means, primitive. Far ahead of their time they were, as a matter of fact.

They approached the unknown craft, the several turrets on each swiveled restlessly. They cut their boosters and stopped nearby in front of the ship.

Onboard the ship, the Captain sent out a radio message...


Greetings and welcome to Earth. I am Captain Zhukov of
the Soviet Socialist Republic of Hattia. I request to know the reason of your
arrival over our planet.

Thank you


If they turned out to have an intent which displeased the Hattians, the battleship Indefatiguable was not far off...

A single message was sent from the imperial harbor patrol ship to the Hattian ship:

Hello Captain Zhukov.
Apparently we are also awaiting a response. I complement your pilot's skill.
He seems to have excelent control of your vessel. I will make sure our two
ships do not get in each others way.

The Imperial Vessel moved a little bit away from the Hattian ship where he awaited answer from the alien vessel.

Hiigara began insertion procedures from Langrange point four, gargantuan thrusters pushing its huge bulk out of stable orbit. Quickly following, like calves after their mother, came the twin Battlecruisers, Nehdim and Fal'corum, Heavy EP Turrets sliding into their cradles, idle, unneeded, yet.

Next came the swarm of ever present support vessels and fighter wings, all hurriedly docking, awaiting the activation of the NSpace Engine.

None of the ships were disappointed. A horizontal rift tore open space, widening and spewing glowing chaos. Directly into this rift dove the massive Cityship, and its Battlecruisers. Once inside the tear, the opening exhausted itself, collapsing, potential energy turning into wild light shows.

Closer to Earth, another rift opened, belching out the trio of ships, Void specific energy rippling along the hull, boiling away into space.
Now that they were closer, the leviathan Cityship and its escorts hung back, going into controlled orbit, several million kilometres behind the Mothership.

The trio hung there, awaiting a reaction. Sensor logs noted the other fleets in orbit, all seemingly watching over this newcomer.

'Any ideas what it is?' Was the encrypted request to the other, more familiar fleets.

....::winces::...........

OOC: Whoever created this thread, you should've kept it closed to other future-tech nations. Damn near every nation, future-tech or otherwise, has an interest in Earth.

IC: The Solarais routine patrol near earth noticed the strange ship. However, the Jihan presence aboard the ship decided it was not worth the time to observe it. They silently dropped about 500 tiny probes, used a small blast to scatter them, and bent into nothingness.

OOC: Wait...isn't this thread started by a Future-tech? Are you like trying to be aliens and land on earth and see people's reactions? If so...it will be damn interesting....alien invasion*drools*

OOC: Wait...isn't this thread started by a Future-tech? Are you like trying to be aliens and land on earth and see people's reactions? If so...it will be damn interesting....alien invasion*drools*
OOC: That was the point. Only if people would read through the whole thread. Again, not supposed to be a war thread.

"What.. The hell.. Is that.."

A small group- Well, large group. Actually, a mob. Yes, a mob had gathered by now out in the city streets. And the allys. And the- Okay, so the city was in a bit of an uproar. People were planning today as a vacation day, packing beach bags and taking the whole family down to the taller buildings downtown. 'Twas crowded in the tower lobbies, everyone trying to catch an elevator up to the roof. Bussiness men and women were gathered on the top of their offices already, peering up to 'The hell is that,' sipping their coffee. They had beaten the rush, but were already pondering if they should leave early to beat the traffic.

Thompson, the generic office worker, was staring up to the disk strung above the city from the window across from his cubicle. In curiousity-

"Is it a bird?"

A co-worker-

"Is it a plane?"

Milkman pete-

"No, it's-"

But that man was shot by the supervisor before he was allowed to finish.

"It's an invasion. Twit."

Ya

The Emperor sat in his throne calmly deliberating.
The Science, Technololgy and Military Advisors all arguing among themselves on the proper response.
Science Advisor Hilda Sorenson: This proves we are not alone. We can take this opportunity to see how evolution developed life on other worlds different from our own. The last thing we want to do is make them think we are attacking them.
Technology Advisor Greg House: I would concur with Dr. Sorenson, besides they might have useful technology we could use.
Military Advisor Tony Bradshaw: You're all nuts. They'er invading. They're different and they're more advanced. That makes them evil. We must destroy now or we'll regret it later. I request permission to attack the aliens with our best fighters.
Sorenson: But they haven't attacked us and they haven't done anything provocative.
Bradshaw: Provocative? What the hell do you call hovering over our planet.
The Emperor spoke: The point is they haven't entered the atmosphere except for a smaller vessel that appeared over LA yesterday.
Space Command Sam Smith Jr. walked in on the meeting:
Sorry your highness, thought you'd better see this. According to our telemetries, the craft is almost 1/4 the size of our moon. We have also noticed our own sattelites doing weird stuff..."
House: Yes we noticed that too. Very odd, our own sattelites seem to be counting down.
Bradshaw: What more proof do you need? Let's kill them all.
Sorenson: I would point out the aliens haven't attacked anyone. For all we know, their intentions might be peaceful.
Emperor: How can you know?
Smith interjected an answer: We'll know in 5 hours.
All eyes turned to look at him quizically.
Smith: That's the time left on this countdown and there are several smaller vessels leaving the main body heading straight for our planet.
Interior Affairs Advisor Havenhawk: I think it would be a good bet that there might be some panicky people in the streets.
Emperor: I will not authorize any evacuations at this time. I want everyone to remain in their homes. Make preparations. I will make an announcement in 1 hour.
The Religious Advisor stoodby as the others debated. He had no quarrel with the idea of ET's existing. In fact, the Bible itself pointed to this as point of fact and so it was standard church teaching. But no one had seen an ET until now. He did however have reservations about the Defense Advisor's proposal. How could they attack one of God's creatures' without just cause. Besides, attacking the aliens might end up harming the Empire's interests. They had just recently gotten Whittier to agree to pull out its troops.

Hour later:
Greetings fellow Canalians. This week, the question of whether other intelligent life could develop in the universe has been answered. Last week we captured photos of strange objects over several of our facilities and at least one other nation did likewise.
Yesterday, our scientist spotted a huge quarter moon size object in orbit around our planet. The object appears to be interfering with our sattelites.
We have not acertained the aliens intentions. But we do know they are using our sattelites to count down to something.
One hour ago, in a meeting with my advisors I was notified that there were several smaller vessels leaving the main ship and heading toward our planet. I was further informed that they would entering the earth's atmosphere in the next 3 hours.
I have formally ordered all exits from the cities to be closed off. An evacuation is not authorized. However, if you do feel you must leave, then you must pick up an exemption card. This card will allow you to leave the city. You can get a card at the nearest Government Affairs building. All foriegners will be allowed to leave once they have shown their passports and VISAs. I urge everyone to remain calm and to stay in their homes until this is sorted out. I further urge you not to try to shoot in the direction of the ships or shine flashlights at them as they might misinterpret and think you are attacking them, whereby starting an interstellar war. End message.

One squadron of Mig 29s began taking off from a nearby airbase.
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Depite the Emperor's assurances, there was massive panick on the streets of the Empire.
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In some places riots broke out:
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The Royal Police were dispatched to calm the situation:
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Right on schedule, the Pilot Craft began entering the planet's atmosphere, with full complements of crew.
The Commander was on Pilot Craft one, entering the airspace over one such city.
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Commander: Place us directly over their capital. I wish to make another broadcast when the timer is up. How much time is left?
Communications Officer: 15 hours left Commander.
Archelogist Denton: I suggest we broadcast the countdown in the primitive's languages until then Commander. Then they will know we mean know harm.
Commander: Let's hope you're right. Begin broadcasts.

All over the planet television and radio stations began picking up the broadcasts. The broadcast appeared to sound like the aliens were counting backwards.

"Timmy You need sunscreen! Come over here!"

A toddler came waddling over to his mother, whom had the beach blanket sprawled out next to the giant air conditioning unit. He was in a bathing trunks and wearing a ducky floaty aruond his waist, snorkle and goggles afixed tightly over his face.

"But mommy, I was gonna build a tar castle!"

"Not untill after you have some suncreen on young man."

A tub of thick cream was then dumped over his head. The boys father sitting in a lawn chair reading the paper, chuckled at this.

"Martha, leave the boy alone. Let him go play in his tar."

"Awright frank. If you insist."

So Timmy took his pal and shovel, and went waddling off to go make a tar castle. Martha reclined onto a lawn chair next to her husbands, took up a cheap paper-back romance novel she purchased from the concession stand, and began flicking to her dog eared page. Frank spared a glance up to the saucer still floating overhead, and took a look after his son to make sure he wasn't playing too close to the edge of the roof. They were forty stories up after all.

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"No, you tell him."

"No, you tell him."

"No, you tell him."

"Well I didn't do it!"

"It's not my fault!"

"I'm not telling him!"

And this was the arguement taking place outside the door of the Minister of Defence, between two aides, over the petty little 'Alien Invasion' issue. Been going on for twenty minutes. Doubtfull it would end anytime soon.

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Next time on Fodian 90210, will Martha ever reveal to Frank her tragic past? Will Timmy be saved by Lassie if he falls off the roof? Will the Minister of Defence ever get his message!? Will the Yankess win the World Series?! Was it Lee Harvey Oswald!?! Find out next time on, Fodian 90210.

Right on schedule, the Pilot Craft began entering the planet's atmosphere, with full complements of crew.
The Commander was on Pilot Craft one, entering the airspace over one such city.
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Commander: Place us directly over their capital. I wish to make another broadcast when the timer is up. How much time is left?
Communications Officer: 15 hours left Commander.
Archelogist Denton: I suggest we broadcast the countdown in the primitive's languages until then Commander. Then they will know we mean know harm.
Commander: Let's hope you're right. Begin broadcasts.

All over the planet television and radio stations began picking up the broadcasts. The broadcast appeared to sound like the aliens were counting backwards.

That's no landing craft, exclaimed Officer Moore, that's the freaking mother ship.
Fuck that shit, said Officer Gallahan.
Some of the Royal Police lost their discipline and began fleeing with the rest of the city's inhabitants.

A small click as the door unlocked, and was opened a small bit. Just enough for Ludvic to poke his head out to the two aides.

"Is that what I think it is hovering above us right now?"

'Yes sir.'

"And is this not the Capital?"

'Yes sir.'

"And there was another one reported in Zimovy, yes?"

'Yes sir.'

"It's your fault. You're grounded."

'But sir!'

"No buts. Straight to your room."

Click as the door was closed again.

'Bah. Let's go to Central Park. We'll get a good view from there.'

When the countdown had ended, the Commander said: Open all frequencies.
Communications Officer: All Frequencies are open.
The Commander began:
Greetings people of the Planet Earth. Do not be alarmed. We have come in peace from far far far away. We wish to meet with your planet's national leaders on subjects of common interest. Have them meet us in Central Park tommorrow at 1 pm.

Navigation Officer: Commander, we have detected another craft entering the atmosphere.
Commander Tokaito: On Screen.

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Navigation Officer: It's Ravackian.
Commander: I see. Broadcast that we are upping to the meeting time to 6pm tonight.

Lake Erie

Ah, beautiful Lake Erie. Rocky shores, washed-up debris, and that oh-so-wonderful iridescent display of rotting fish. The wind was picking up, meaning a consistent rhythm of polluted waves lapping the coastline. An older gentleman, around 50, sat behind the shore on his cabin's porch, fidgeting with his circa 20-year-old radio's broken antennae. The radio, while spitting static and an occasional spark, was able to pick up some signals.

"And Minister Renemi has called the new invasion a state of extreme emergency. Residents are asked to please stay inside, and if available, move to the nearest underground facility. All transportation is down, any coastal
and aerial flights are postponed. Delegates of the Eridani Star System will be grounded until further information can be announced. Delegates Alberto Caroccia of the Ministry of Defense and Delegate Humberto Aprigliano of the Ministry of Security are asked to-"

At this time, the announcement was cut short to a rousing chorus of "Everytime", Britney Spear's new hit single.

The man, utterly stunned, ran a hand through his thin, grey hair and flung himself inside his cabin, causing his make-shift roof to tremble.

"Crap. Did they just say they're landing here? In Noo Yawk? Damn! The tourists are going to ruin Central Park.. Contact Nokona! I want tourist traps surrounding the entire park, concession stand scattered within, and kiosks that sell those 'Worlds Greatest Grandpa' mugs lining the streets!"

A moment of thought.

"And get some "I Heart Alien Invader" Tee-shirts as well!"

Nav Officer: Commander, the other ship is powering up its primary weapons array. It appears to be targeting the primary residence of this tribe's leader.

Commander Tokaito: Shit. Fire at that ship.
Weapons Officer: Aye.

The huge craft spun itself on its side, the primary cannon opened and a flash of blue green light shot out toward the other alien craft causing it to explode.
The explosion lit up the night sky like the fourth of July.

The Ship then resumed its previous posture with the primary weapons array on the bottom of the ship.

Tokaito: Let's just hope there aren't anymore of those. Hopefully they didn't have time to signal their HQ about this place.

Comm Officer: Commander, I think they already did. I detected a signal from the ship to a mother ship just now entering this system.

Tokaito: Well, I hope this planet's leaders accept my invitation. This is starting to look not good at all.

"Mommy, pretty fireworks!"

"Those aren't fireworks you silly boy you!"

"Then what are they?"

"That's Death! Silly!"

"Mommy Death is pretty! Can I have some Death when we get home?"

"If you're good, Timmy."

Central Park, NY, NY

"Just have my brother represent them."

"But, ma'am, in all respect, it is not proper to neglect your guests!"

"IT IS PROPER WHEN I'M FREAKING LIGHT YEARS AWAY AND ALL AERIAL FLIGHTS ARE BANNED GOODNESS ANNE I THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE MORE SENSE THAN THIS COSÌ ASSOLUTAMENTE SONO DELUSO CON VOI APPENA FACCIO Al MIO RIEMPIRE FRATELLO PER ME!"

Anne DeLucche went pale, her velvet hair fraying and pale cobalt eyes dimming. As animated as Lucille Renemi was in a good mood, she was not one to cross in a bad mood. Now, her anger was obvious even to the most dull and stupid twit that ran the bettings at a Crsyindian park game. Her copius copper orbs were lined with fire, red hair wrestled from its usual neat bun. This new news of aliens landing near on of her dominions was taking its toll.

"Yes, Minister."

She turned away from Lucille and propped herself in front of a computer screen. With a few clicks and unintelligible grunts, she signaled a thumbs-up to Lucille.

"Minister, Alberto Caroccia has been informed and is currently in Central Park. He was already stationed there, as it turns out. Must've figured we'd need him there anyway. Will you want to appear there, via satellite?"

A pause.

"Tell you what, Anne. Alberto's got a monitor somewhere on his personnel, have him set one up for me. I'll just supervise the whole situation, you know, make sure everything's alright."

"Two-way communication?"

"Yes."

Anne grinned and sauntered off, pressing a hand to her ear as her orders to Alberto melted into the sounds of Crysindom's Ministry Capital.

The Emperor stepped into the royal plane.
He had made the decision to attend the meeting with the aliens.
Three Mig 29 escorts took off from the runaway followed by Canales 1.

The Emperor had a lot on his mind. Including many questions. He was taking a 9 mm just in case.
Formost on his mind was to find out the aliens intentions.

Commander Tokaito stepped from the landing craft.

"Greetings leaders of the planet earth. You have certain resources we are in need of. We need your water, your uranium, and your land.
In return we will allow you to live, and give you technology.
Further, we wish to propose an alliance. Due to the fact that we are low on fuel, water, food, and other supplies, we were forced to come to your world as it was the nearest one.
We come from billions of light year from here from a planet we call Tremakia.
I present to a map of our galaxy:
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Tremakia was located in the Norma Arm of our galaxy, which we call Hetu. Your name for it is Milky Way I do believe.
That is, of course, until it was rendered inhospitable to life by the Ravakians, an evil race we are at war with. There are other sentient civilizations on other world's also caught up in this galaxy wide war. The first war of its kind in our galaxy. Sort of a 1st intragalactic war, comparable to your planets first world war but on much bigger scale. We had hoped we would not have been followed here. Unfortunately I regret that I and my crew may have inadvertantly dragged your planet into its first Galaxy Wide War, a war involving over 1,000 civilized species.
That ship we destroyed, was a Ravakian scout ship. And we are certain they signaled their home world which may have ships on their way to take control of this planet and enslave your people as we speak.
As I stated, our supplies are low and that includes our ammo. We have noted that your primitive race has managed to harness the power of the atom. Though quite primitive, are prepared to trade you for some of these uranium bombs.
We also wish to have the planet Sedna for colonization purposes. In return we will give you the technology to travel across the galaxy and to cure your most contagious, drug resistant diseases.
The commander's speech was interrupted by the beeping of his comm device.
Tokaito: Tokaito, what is it?
Nav Officer: Commander we have detected ship movement in Sector 99, 12 (Alpha Centauri area)
Tokaito: Friend or Foe
Nav Officer: Looks like Foe, its Hopache.
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And its headed this way.
Tokaito: Damn. Leaders of the Planet Earth, you have my proposal, I suggest you give it careful consideration.
He then stepped back into the landing craft to return to Ship One.

OCC: Hello.... I was wondering if a future tech nation could RP themselves
as a modern tech here. There was a time in my countries history that we
had only modern tech. Let me know what you think


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OCC: Heeeelllllllllooooo.........

IS THERE ANYBODY ..... OUT THERE?!!!! ( Pink Floyd Quote )