NationStates Jolt Archive

Of course, in opening our borders, it helped a lot finding a stable wormhole leading us to a more populated region. Especially being that our republic is a few hundred light years away from most of you. We are composed of three planets, and three intelligent races. There are, of course, the Cyrians; we have blue or green, or sometimes yellow fur over white skin, we stand two metres tall on average, and we have six digits per hand, three along each side of the palm. We live on a jungle covered planet. Then there are the Sedenta, a race of leviathanlike reptiles from a carbon-desert planet. They have vestigial wings. The best way to win a Sedenta's friendship is to give him some water. And the best way to get on his bad side is to waste water in any way.
And then their are the Adrits. The Adrits are enigmatic even to us. They have redish, ruddy skin, finned tails instead of legs, and are aquatic. They live on the Ice Planet of Larhave. They tend to be rather tied up in their strange religion. However, they are astute scientists, and it is through their efforts that the tunnel drive we have today is a viable mode of interstellar travel.
We welcome all offers of friendship and trade. We are currently in the process of building a space station just outside of the wormhole leading into this system, and help with this would also be appreciated.

The Council of the Young Kings, the majoraty of power within the Allied states, where reading over the outgoing messages when they found one that sparked intrest. A new system had been found. There was a flurry of activaty as the info was given to a messenger who ran down the hall to the High Queens office.

"My Lady," He said breathlessly, "A new nation has been found, more then one hundred thousand light years from here." He gave the paper to the High Queen, whe gestured he could go. THe young man scampered out, before she asked himto send a new message.

"Hmm," The Queen thought to herself. She considered it, before smiling. "Yes, it would be a good idea, more gas Giants could be found." She smiled, befoe making a message.

-To the people of Cyria,
We wish to make relations with you. Our nation is a race of different beings, the least of which being human. We wish to open trade with you, and wonder if there are any Gas Planets in your system. Our ships will arrive through your wormhole, and will then set up our own starbase. Apon the compleation of the Starbase, one year from the time we start, we will be able to trade with your fare nation, and mine the gases we so need for our own ship.
From the High Queen of the Allied Worlds Reotha-

The Union is very interested in this , we will help you with your space station if you want. We also wish to open relations with you.

There are many gas giants within the borders of our worlds. However, we would need the specifics of this Starbase, and of course the exact numbers of any military forces you plan to bring along with them. We are reluctant to open our doors to a possible invasion force. A modest payment could be made for mining rights in a few select gas giants. Tell us what gasses you need, and we will determined what planets we can allow you access to, as some we have our own needs for. The Mining rights would cost you 4,000,000 usd per year per planet. If you have a product or service to offer in exchange, we can negotiate a better deal.

OOC We would help with the station, bu that would mean we would have to give out our building technology, and we love our building technology. We have Sublight engines if you want to experiment with those.

-Message to the Cyrian Space
The Starbase is large, and able to move, via its sublight engines, but it is almost compleatly unarmed. As for millatary personell, their would be the Corsairs to Prtect the station, and thats it. Ships would come and go, but mainly we would have two Woe Bringer Battle ships. Anything else you would be able to apporve at the other end. As for what gases we need, Meathane, Hydrogen, Helium, static flares, ((Generated by Storms similar to jupiter)) Volcanic Fumes, Carbon Manoxide, Carbon Dioxide and Sulfuric Cloud. This will be done by the private sector, and as such we can only impose a maximume number of warships they can take, which will be no more then three each, and only thirty at a time, and the two Woe Bringer battle ships will assist if they attack. I put it on my honour that we will not betray you, please. We will accept that price, it is fair, considering what favor you do for us.
The High Queen of the Allied Worlds, Reotha.-

She sent the message, only hoping they would accept. She wanted more allies, her old ones had faded fast, and she was now by herself, her own nation the only friends they had. As such they had gone into isolation, studied their tech and so on, but they had run out of Gas Giants, the Systems three worlds had been extingushed. Now they where relinging on Solar winds and Solar FLares for power, they needed more, so they had ended their seclusion, and comeback into the world.

There are three suitable giants near the opening of the wormhole which we will sell mining rights to you for. Between the three of them, there is a great abundance of all the gasses you have named. Also, the planet Molten has great deposits of carbon monoxide and dioxide frozen at it's caps. If you would wish to trade for these materials, I would have to arrange a meeting with the Sedenta Chief of trade. Since you have only sub-lightspeed engines, your trip time would be greatly decreased were your ships to follow in "the wake" Of one of our larger cruiser and transport ships. These ships use what is called a tunnel drive, which opens a wormhole directly in front of the ship and then flies through it. The wormhole only extends a few metres, and then the ship creates another. The ship does this several hundred times per second, while travelling at 15/16ths the speed of light. The wormholes exist for several seconds after the ship passes, so it is possible to "Tag along."
We do not yet possess the capability to open long distance wormholes.

Also, if at all possible, we would very much like to know more about your system and your people.

OOC My Fact-book is Here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=385012) If you really want to know.

The High queen looked at the seven ships standing before her. There where the five outer platforms of the station, then the inner section, as well as the large colonial transport, capable of carring ten million personell. The transport had seven million citizens within it, as well as the building metirials for the rest of the space station. They seven ships initiated their sub-light drives, the enite fighting force able to be docked within one of the outer rings. They arrived at the set destination, and moved to get into cotact with the Cyrian ships.

-This is The Orian Station, requesting assistance to get to the system we have been given permission to mine in. I am the govener Kanti Marillius. We await our instructions-

The nation of Monocanjh will send a diplomat to the newest colony of the Cyrians to start diplomatic relations.

Three cyrian Delvers fly at fairly amazing speeds, arriving in front of the corsair ships. A message goes out on the communication channel.
"We're here to pick you up. We've got the tunnel drives at maximum, so the wormholes should last thirty seven seconds after we pass through. Don't get that far behind us, or you'll risk getting caught in one as it collapses. We'll be watching you and we'll slow down if you lag behind, but still be careful, Alright? It'd hate to tell my insurance carrier about any accident we have with these things."
The delver ships listen to the corsair reply, and then fly off, leaving the trail of wormholes behind for the corsairs.

The Sub light drives kicked it, and they easily kept up with the Smaller ships. The Main section moved with incradble speed for a ship of its size, and the rest of the ships followed in its wake. By the time they where there however, the stations had run ourt of fuel. They where there though, so construction could beging.

Following review by the Ziad Committee on Xeno Affairs, the Sternreich of Skeelzania has taken the following posititon concerning the Cyrian Republic:

"You are little more than an upstart nation of degenerate xenos who seek only to pollute the stars with your presence. We find your races both morally and physically repulsive, and are barely worth the effort it would require to exterminate you. However, the Sternreich does not go looking for fights (unless the actions of said-Xenos falls under Section 1.2-4567.9 of the Skeelzanian Foreign Affairs Doctrine) and will not move against you at this time. We warn you however that any attempt to colonize human space, or wage war against a human nationstate, will result in a state of war between the Skeelzanian Sternreich and your peoples. Have a nice day.

On a related note, we are disappointed in the actions by the Black Corsairs. While we may be allied to you through the Extra Solar Union of Systems, we are not wholly limited to diplomatic means for showing our displeasure. Also, welcome to the Union."

-End of Official Skeelzanian Response

OOC: Don't take it personally, my people are rather xenophobic and don't take kindly to aliens, obviously. If I may give you a tip though, don't assume everyone lives in the Solar System; most of us don't. The Fedral Union is spread out over a good 20 systems or so, and Skeelzania lays claim to almost a fourth of the Milky Way Galaxy (not that we actually control that much). Welcome to the NS Future-Tech community BTW.

(ooc: Thanks. Yeah, I figured they wern't all in one system, but my system is really, really far away. As in it would take years and years to get there even at 50, 60 times lightspeed.)

We are somewhat insulted by these sentiments, but we will take no action.

When the Black Corsair station arrives and sets up next to the gas giant it will be harvesting from, efforts are made to make the people aboard feel welcome in the system. There are two space stations easily within a half hours drive using the Black Corsair's sublight engines. All Corsairs are free to visit the planets and stations of Cyrian space at their liesure. Just make sure that if your going to Molten, you bring a lot of water. For yourself and to make friends.

OOC Hehe, If you hate Xeno's, you must despise the empire, 50% of my pop is not human, I think. And My humans are not full humans either. They have a devilish apperance, I should warn you about that. Their Rather drawn out a pale, and their hands are slightly clawed. Their eyes are also slits instead of round. Watch them, their clever, they adapt, and they steal technology and change it lots. They find it easier then having to create their own from scratch, they never tell people that though :P

IC Construction began straight away, the six pieces of the station going into the star with the largest in the center. Then began the long task of constructing the Ring thatseperated the inner and outer sections. The prosses of lineing the ships up, then attaching them would be hard, since they where forced to constuct the connection tunnles on site. In one year mining operations would beging in ernest, but for now only light mining would be happening. The delicate ship engnes would also be build on the great space station.

OOC You edited that when I was posting. Also, we prefere to be called the Renor, as it is our own name for ourselves, Black Corsairs is the name we call our "Human" part. In case you did not see it, the Fact book it here http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=385012

IC The civilians not intending to stay on the ship left for different planets. With hundreds of Orca transports taking their loads. With the Orca Sub light engines, they made it to their planet of choice rather quickly. On the Planet of Molten, hundreds of Fenris left their transports, which stayed in port, unloading the creats of water. The Empire where adapters, and they never missed a chance to make friends.

The planet of Molten is at first glance barren and lifeless. as you land you begin to suspect that perhaps someone is pulling a prank on you. As you reach the black, powdery carbon surface, a slight, black wind picks up, blowing the dust about. You open a door and look around a bit. A head pokes up out of the carbon dust. it is a blueish scaled reptillian head. It digs it's way out and approaches you. "You must be the Renor we were told about." It-no, he says matter-of-factly.
"Do you have any water?" he asks, his eyes belying his eagerness.
After you begin handing out water, these creatures, the Sedenta, come out of the carbon dust, everywhere. Soon, when the wind picks up a little, you are invited to a Sedenta cave for a great celebration in your honor.

(ooc: By the way, the sedenta are the lizard things on the left side of my flag.)

The Humans seemed to deflat whe they arrived, but the fenris started to purr. This planet was almost as good as home, a difficulty to surrivive, but every day you where greatful for the little things. A hndred thousand man sized creatured burred as they walked after the Lizards.

The Humans pulled out a type of gel. Before they left the ships they flattened their horns, making a face sheild against the wind. WHen they exited the ship their hair blew in the wind, and they walked without difficulty, their faces protected by a thin layer of bone.

The sedenta are impressed by your movable horns, and come very quicly to respect the Fenris for their liking of the landscape. They lead you after a short while to a place where there are a series of holes, which carbon dust continually sifts down into. A few of the sedenta crawl into these holes, sliding instantly out of sight. the ground just seems to devour them.
After a short time, a bulge appears in the dust. it raises, and then the dust falls away, revealing a gleaming elevator car. It can easily hold fourty at a time. Several more of these appear.
One of the sedenta, an old, graying one whom you have come to know as their leader, gestures to the elevators. "We understand many other species do not like the carbon sands, and find falling uncomfortable. We have been provided with these to meet their needs."
The Sedendta are flinging themselves into the earth, as the doors on the elevators open.

The people enter, once again reshaping their horns with the white gel. The Fenris seemed unhappy about going into the elovators, but complied. Soon they where loaded up, ready to be taken where they where ment to.

Kanti watched as the stations main components manuvered to live up. While he understoof the need he chafted at the delay. The technology behind the stations was difficult, since it was a mix of three different cultures absorbed into one. The one unquie thing about it was the fact it would double as a colony for more then seven million citizens. The Size was huge, and if the Cyrians betrayed their honour, gods forbid, the thing would be able to defend itself until the ships could unload. The Mamoth MK II on board was not something to laugh at either, since it had the abiliay to make an attacking fleets day hell. But these where off chances, the High Queen would not make a mistake like that. WOuld she?

(ooc: Wow, your station could support my entire species right now.)

The elevators lead you to a very large cave. It is a strange mix of the primitive, the ritualistic, and the technological. a good deal (but by no means most) of the water you had given out is being poured into a large container, with one side glass. They have collected a great deal of water here.

The party is soon under way, as holographic lightshows are turned on, displaying scenes involving sedenta which are likely entirely incomprehensible to anyone who isn't one. Sweet-smelling food is passed around, and three Sedenta mount a large platform, from which extend a multitude of horns. The horns have been affixed with sound amplifiers to increase the volume. And as they play their tune into the various pitches, the strangest, most chaotic dance any of you have ever seen begins. There is no up or down, no left or right. The cieling is as good a ground as the floor for these creatures.

OOC I have to say that BC has asked me to tell you, ((He is my best friend)) that he can't continue this RP since his other nations are swamped with RP's. He asked me to tell you to assume that he is going to continue construction of the Space Colony ect. He will help protect your nation if it is attacked, and.....yea. I would get involved, but my nation is not a nation at the moment so........

Krais stepped backwards as the junior officer flung his arm outwards, trying to use dead weight to temporarily disable him. Surprising the young warrior, Krais stepped towards it and grabbed his arm, twisting it around his back. Krais yanked the officer's arm and forced him to stand up, then proceeded to ram him up against a bare metal bulkhead.

"As I said, Ensign, I don't believe you are worthy of the position you ask for," Krais said quietly, placing his mouth very close to the small hole that constituted his ear. With one final jerk, he snapped the officer's arm. The resulting craking sound was accompanied by a roar of pain, and as Krais let go and walked away calmly the officer dropped to the floor, tucking his broken limb in close to his chest and growling at his Captain.

He roared and ran at Krais, who simply stepped out of the way at the last minute and grabbed the back of his metal armour. He used his own momentum against him and swung him into a wall head-first. While dazed, Krais grabbed the end of his snout and yanked it sideways, snapping his neck.

He dusted himself down and reached for a nearby communications panel.

"Maintenance, there is a corpse in utility corridor 27, deck 71," he said. "Remove it quickly."

"Yes, Captain," a voice replied. Krais was about to walk away when the ship lurched to one side. It lurched in the opposite direction, forcing Krais to brace his arms across the corridor to stop himself from falling.

"Command Deck, I told you not to move this ship until repairs were completed!" he roared.

"Natural singularity detected, sir," a voice called back through the speakers. "The Pentak is being drawn to it by our own artificial singularity generators."

"A wormhole?" Krais asked.

"Yes sir," the voice replied.

"We're only a few hundred lightyears from Earth colony, aren't we?" Krais asked, bracing himself again as the ship lurched forwards.

"Yes sir," the voice said. "This is an uncharted area of space for the Imperium, hence the patrol. Maintenance reports that they won't be able to power down the generator in time, sir, we're going in."

"Turn the ship into it," Krais said. "Adjust the forward energy barrier. I'll be up there shortly, if I can stay on my feet."

"Aye sir, coming about," the voice said, and the channel clicked off.



On the other end of the wormhole, an average-sized (1km) battleship was suddenly spewed out, its hull sparking as the energy barrier discharged and shut down. Its engines glowed red and roared as it started pushing away from the event horizon as fast as it could, and sensor readings would register a massive power drop as its primary FTL system was subjected to an emergency shut-down.

A transmission was broadcast from the vessel after it scanned the area a few times. In various languages, some obscure ones from civilisations that no longer exist, some from civilisations unable to travel space, some from civilisations just not known to anyone, and some known ones such as English, it was a broadband transmission on multiple frequencies.

"This is Captain Krais of the GMS Pentak," the translated message said, in a growling but unemotional voice. "We have come in peace -- and frankly, by accident. Weapons fire in our direction will later be met with the full force of the Ghargant Imperium. Repeat, we have come in peace. Requesting a datalink with a navigational computer to determine our current location."

The battleship is immediately surrounded by a few hundred fighters. They are flying evasively and keeping their weapons trained on you. Behind you is the wormhole, kept open by a silver and gold ring built around it, which is stabilizing it. Similer contstructions appear on the front ends of the three large, somewhat bulky ships which now have all their guns aimed at you. The ships respond to your call, somewhat surprisingly, in english. While there is obviously a living voice on the other end, some parts of it are synthetic, obviously meaning it has been run through a translator.
"Stand down your weapons. You have entered Cyrian Space. Tell us your intentions, your destination and where you have come from."

"Our weapons are not armed, as we are in emergency power mode," Krais said. "Our intention is to complete a Kree patrol, our destination is our next patrol waypoint, which is a long way from here, and we come from the Ghargant Imperium."

There is a brief scan of the ship to confirm that there arn't any weapons armed. A message comes over the com. "You are a long way from home, friend." And a face appears on a screen. It is blue-furred, and rather ovoid. It also has no vislible nose. He speaks. "I'm the prime gate guardian force commander. We can send you navigation charts of the planets, but first I need a firm oath from you that you will never sell this data. Also, if you need fuel or supplies, there is a nearby station where you can trade for them.

The Ghargonian commander activated visual on his end too. He stood up, putting his arms behind his back. His eight-foot muscular figure was topped by a large, reptile head with a large snout, green skin and yellow eyes on the sides of his head. When his long snout opened to speak, rows of razor-sharp, curved white teeth were revealed.
His black uniform, apparently solid, elongated his already broad shoulders, and was broken only by a brown leather belt across his waist.

"Even if we wanted to sell such nav charts, we know of no-one who would purchase them," Krais shook his head. He slammed his arm across his chest. "Though you have my word as an officer that no such attempts will be made, regardless."

He looked away from the screen and said something to one of his officers, who then said something back to him before moving off camera.

"Re-supply will be unnecessary for the time being, thank you anyway," Krais said finally. "We re-supplied not long ago after completing one third of our scheduled patrol. Our damage is mostly internal, will some minor structural damage on our dorsal section. If we could dock with this station you mentioned somewhere, these repairs could be expedited; our artificial singularity generation system, our primary source of faster-than-light travel, has been adversely effected by this wormhole of yours. However, assistance will not be required."

"If you'll land on the station for repairs, I'll personally deliver a viewer with our navmaps on it to you. You might change your mind on refueling, depending on how far you've been pulled off course. Of course, we have to ask how you came to be pulled into our wormhole. By the way, only small arms are allowed on the station."

The fighters back off, but a few remain. one of the capital ships makes it's way towards the station.

"I'm afraid I have no idea what happened," Krais shook his head. "Our artificial singularity generators do not typically react with natural singularities. Although in this instance, we were recharging it at the time. Our analysts will figure something out, if there is anything to figure out. Our sensors didn't even detect it until we were within 30 kelaks of it, which suggests that I should have the sensors recalibrated while repairs are effected. In the meantime, I thank you for your hospitality. If you would direct my nav officer to a dock, we will proceed now. If you require currency for 'rental fees' or anything, I'm afraid the only currency we have available to us are gonars. If you don't accept these, I'm sure we can negotiate a material payment to be sent as soon as possible. I... exuse me, one moment."

He muted the transmission and turned around.

"I have issues," Commander Logherty growled.

"I know," Krais snorted. "Please work them out when we return to Ghargonia Prime."

"I have issues about this, sir," Logherty snapped. "You do not simply dock with an alien species' station. And why haven't we launched Talon wings one and two to counter the fighters they have flying around us?"

"Launching fighters would be seen as an aggressive move, because fighters by their very name mean that you intend to fight someone," Krais sighed. "And they are taking the greater risk in allowing us to dock, and granting us nav-charts. We are one ship, in their territory, if they wished to destroy our ship they could have done so by now."

"Perhaps they need to capture a ranking officer?" Logherty suggested. "Perhaps they wish to gather intelligence about our security procedures, or access our secured datafiles?"

"We are Ghargonians!" Krais roared. "No-one on this ship would allow themselves to be captured alive! Even if they were, they would not give information willingly. The fact that you even pondered the idea leads me to question your loyalties. Are you saying that you would talk to live?"

"No... I merely was just suggesting that their intentions may not be pure, sir," Logherty said nervously. "If anyone leaves the ship, they should be escorted by Gerash. If you leave the ship, many Gerash should go with you."

"Your recommendation is noted," Krais said. "Now back down. Attend to your duties." Logherty nodded and moved off, beginning to co-ordinate the repair efforts. Krais reached down and pushed a button on the side of his large, metal chair, turning sound back on the transmission.

"Sorry about that," Krais said. "As I said, if you can direct our ship to a docking pylon or hangar, if you have any large enough, our nav officer will chart a course. Do you have any speed limitations I should be aware of? And when you say 'small arms', I assume you mean things like sidearms or knives, yes?"

"Basically refrain from bringing anything capable of blowing a hole in the hull of the station, or anything with a refire rate of more than once per second. We have no relationship with your government, so you can trade materials for anything you need, and the station won't charge rent unless your planning on leaving your ship there for about ten cycles (ooc: Days, more or less)"
"Now I'm going to contact the station, and have them open one of their docking bay doors for you. Their large, so you can just fly your ship inside. The comodity dealer will trade any materials you have for our currency in credits, and if you have any credits left when you leave, you can buy some of the materials back. supposing that your metabolism can process our food, you can eat here as well.
As far as speed, don't prank the doc officials and run up to the docking bay like your going to crash. It really pisses them off. Beyond that, there arn't any problems. So long as your crew conducts themselves diplomatically, everything should be fine."
By the commanders tone of voice, it seems like he's gone through this drill a few times lately. Talking with aliens apparently is an everyday thing for him.

"I will assume you mean planetary rotations rather than a full orbit of a star when you say 'cycles'," Krais said. If you could call pulling up your lips to reveal your teeth a 'smile', that's what he did. "We refer to cycles as a full orbit of our star; you see, it is cultural oddities such as these that make these peaceful encounters so worthwhile.
"The duration of our stay will be played by ear, I'm afraid," Krais said, looking at something to the left of the screen. "Do not switch that thing on whilst I am communicating! Do not! I..."

The sound of Krais' voice was temporarily overrun with a tremendously loud buzzing noise, and Krais walked off screen, his jaws moving but nothing coming out. The buzzing stopped after a few seconds and Krais appeared back on the screen, leading a junior officer off the command deck by his uniform's collar. He shoved him into the lift then returned to the centre of the command room.

"Apologies," he said. "We will limit our sidearms to low-level plasma pistols, then. Thank you for your hospitality, we shall be arriving shortly. Pentak out."

He cut the transmission, and walked over to the large set of consoles at the front of the command deck.

"Nav officer, proceed to the hangar they have directed us to," Krais said. "Half-speed, and slow to 5 kelaks per micron when within docking range."

"Aye sir," the nav officer called. "Engaging course kar-kar-kar-pek-tal-three, half-speed."

"Maintenance," Krais called, holding down a button on his command chair. "We will be docking in one thousand microns. Ready the umbilicals."

"Aye sir," a voice responded.

"Sir," the nav officer said. "Can we not accelerate just before we reach the dock?"

"Negative," Krais said. "Amusing as that would be, with our systems gone to Krak and their dislike of the joke, now isn't the best time."

"Understood sir," the officer nodded, turning back to his console. "Slowing to five kelaks per micron."



The Pentak started to slow down on approach to the large station. At low speeds, the vessel gently entered the hangar, coming to a stop once it was fully inside. Various ports opened and some sort flexible docking struts extended to meet with whatever clamps or plugs the hangar used.

The engines started to dim, their red glow subsiding, and all the weapons turrets rotated to a forward position and lowered into small ruts in the hull. This was to protect them whilst the ship was inside a structure, in case there was an accident and the ship collided with something; they wouldn't be sheared off.



"Stand-by mode initiated," the maintenance officer said through the intercom. "Umbilicals extended. Engine power-down... completed. All weapons turrets have been retracted and stowed. Docking sequence completed."

"All repair teams, this is Captain Krais," Krais said. "Initiate your repairs. I expect this ship to be fully space-worthy within five rotations, or demotions may be possible. Also, five Gerash Guardians are to report to the main starboard airlock and await my arrival; GIP11s and battleblades only."

He clicked off the intercom and looked around. "Commander Logherty, Lieutenant Jerek; with me." He turned and walked towards the elevator.

After a short trip, Krais stepped out of the elevator closely followed by Logherty and Jerek. This corridor was much wider and taller than the usual corridors on this ship; high roof, and it was illuminated not only from beneath the floor mesh-plates, but also from light strips in the walls. A large door was embedded into the wall. It was open, and revealed a square room with another, closed door on the other side.
Five Gerash, taller and bulkier than but otherwise similar to Ghargonians, stood beside the open door, snapping at each other. They wore silver armour, with a brown leather belt. The only weapons they carried were pistols in clip-holsters attached to the side of their leg armour plates, and large swords hanging in sheaths on their backs. They immediately stood to attention when Krais walked up to them. Jerek moved to a large, wall-mounted console and tapped some buttons.

"Positive atmosphere confirmed," Jerek said. "Thin, and quite cold, but G-type life supportable."

"Good," Krais said. He turned the temperature of his uniform up a little though -- Ghargonian armour had built-in thermal regulation systems, just in case.
He walked into the airlock followed by the Gerash and the two Ghargonian officers, and the door shut and hissed behind them. The white lights shut off, briefly plunging the room into darkness until red lights started flashing rapidly and a klaxon sounded. After some wind-like sounds, the klaxons stopped and the exterior door opened slowly. Krais stepped out, almost shoved aside as two Gerash rushed to get in front of him. Jerek and Logherty followed, staying behind.

The station is somewhat crowded, mostly with the blue furred Cyrians, but you also see some Large, serpentlike reptiles with leathery wings obviously too small to do more than glide a little in any atmosphere, and occaisionally a species from another planet, some of which you recognise. There is also a small group of humans in one area. Stores, restaurants, and lounges line the halls.

Shortly after you leave the dock, you are approached by a Cyrian. You recognise him as the commander who you talked to in space. He seems to be holding a briefcase sized metal unit, with a gray viewscreen on one side. He raises his hand to you in greeting, all six fingers splayed out.
"Hello. I suppose we skipped the proper introductions in all the excitement. I am Commander Briage of the Delver Latriat, which is guarding our end of the wormhole."
At first you are surprised to find him unguarded, but you quickly realize he has several bodyguards behind him, mingling in the crowds but never moving far away.

Krais looked the Commander over for a few moments. Eventually, he clenched his fist and slammed it against his chest in salute.

"Greetings, Commander Briage, I am Captain Krais," he said. He gestured at the two Ghargonians. "This is Lieutenant Jerek, my tactical officer, and this is Commander Logherty, Second-in-Command. These other creatures are merely Gerash; you need only concern yourself with them if you give them any reason to think they need to defend us."

"I believe you have offered us some navigational charts," Logherty said impatiently. He clearly wasn't comfortable, and even seemed a little cold. "I assume you will want something in exchange."

"Do not mind him," Krais said, glaring at Logherty. "He has concerns, and it is his duty to worry about alternative possibilities. But, if we are to get out of your scales any time soon, we will need to interface our ships systems with local starcharts so we know where we are. Otherwise, it would take weeks of scanning before we could get back."

"that's why i've brought this, actually. And no, we don't require compensation for it." The commander holds up the shining metal unit. He holds it between himself and krais, the screen facing upwards, and presses a button on the side. The screen flashes to life, and a few lights spiral outwards, shortly afterwards, a three dimensional hologram of the system and surrounding area appears.
"You see, we are here." Briage says, and points to a dot in the hologram. The dot immediately grows, becoming a detailed scale model of the spaceship you are now in.
"The wormhole's other end, which is more than likely the closest to your own system, is here." Briage taps twice on the hologram of the wormhole and the stars around it instantly change. Now there is one half built station, a red dwarf, and a small planet. Briage places his hand in a fist over the station and then opens it, and the map retracts. A large expanse of space is pictured.
(ooc: This would be closer to where most of nationstates futuretech is. Cyrian space is in another galaxy.)

"Interesting..." Krais said, whilst Logherty turned around and began speaking in Ghargonian into his communicator. "How long has this wormhole been here?"

Logherty turned around. "Sir, estimates suggest that it would take 81 cycles to return to Imperium territory from our present location," he growled. "If we cannot repair the artificial singularity generator, it will take over 700 cycles using the photonic jump drive."

"Can the Maintenance Officer adjust the generator to compensate for the natural singularity?" Krais asked.

"That is a task that our ship designers have been trying to solve for the better part of seven thousand years, sir," Logherty snapped. "It will not be solved in a matter of days, or even cycles."

"Then we don't repair the generator," Krais said.

"But then we will..."

"...be able to travel through the singularity without it overloading again," Krais finished. "If we repair the generator, it will overload, and cause just as much damage as the first time. And there is no stationary installation on the other side with which to dock and make repairs. And after all, why go to the trouble of generating a singularity when there is a better one already here?"

"We will still suffer gravimetric stresses to the entire hull," Logherty grumbled. "And all the power relays have overloaded and will need to be repaired or replaced. And we will suffer similar damage with or without the generator."

"Commander, is the long range communication system operational?" Krais asked.

"Yes, sir," Logherty nodded. "That was undamaged."

"And... the photonic jump drive?"

"That is operational sir," Logherty said. "But it is useless this far from..."

"If we suffer similar damage," Krais interrupted. "We will not be left stranded and unable to call for help when we return, will we?"

"I suppose not, sir," Logherty sighed.

"Then return to the ship and assist the repair teams," Krais nodded. "And instruct the Maintenance Officer to cease repairs on the generator, and initate total shutdown."

"Sir, total shutdown will require a shipyard to reactivate!" Logherty exclaimed. He calmed again as he saw the look on his captain's face. "Very well, I will attend to it, sir."

"Good," Krais said as Logherty turned and walked back into the airlock. He turned back to Briage. "I apologise for my Commander's outburst. He can be very excitable at times. As you may have heard, our ship may not be able to return home in an acceptable amount of time under its own power, and it may not be able to return through your wormhole undamaged. I may be asking too much, but I wonder if you could let me and my officer here access any scientific data you have on the wormhole, to see if we cannot devise a way to make travelling through it less hazardous for our ship?"

"I can show you a terminal where all of the public scientific data is stored, but if that isn't enough, I can talk with someone to try and declassify it for you. I honestly don't know why you think the wormhole will damage your ship. I've traveled through it a number of times, and never felt so much as a bit of turbulence. I can assure you it's quite stable. But if you think there's something to worry about, I'll take you to a console" The Commander motioned to hand the starmap device off to Krais.

"I think it will damage my ship because it did damage my ship," Krais snapped. "It is something to do with the inner-workings of our artificial singularity generator. Even when inactive, it has mildly adverse reactions to natural singularities; almost like it's a magnet, and the wormhole is metal. Our scientist have been working on finding out how to correct this problem since the technology was first employed, but so far they have had no success.
"Unfortunately, artificial singularities are nowhere near as efficient as natural singularities, so it takes longer to get places. Hence, I would very much appreciate it if you would show me that information, yes, thank you. Even public data would be quicker than scanning and analysing the wormhole on our own."

He looked down at the starmap and took it, bowing his head in thanks.

"Thank you for this, also," Krais nodded. "It will help stop the navigational computer from shouting at my officers."

A message Buoy jetted out of the wormhole, and a small array folded out, and began transmitting.

Pope Pious XXVIII would like to establish an embassy in your territory. This would be of great benefit to you. We will be sending 2 'Sepulchre' class Cruisers into the system to give you a formal welcome.The Pope himself shall be on board, with a Squad of his 'Angels of Mercy' Marines Legion.This will consist of 4 men, in power-armour with a chainsword each.No other weapons shall be carried.

A Battlecruiser, 2km long slid out of the Wormhole, swiftly followed by another.the ships were gleaming white vessels, resembling a kind of Cathedral, with statues of angels and saints adorning the surface. A gold strip runs across the side of one of the gothic Battlecruisers, signifying it's status as the Papal transport. Immediately, three squadrons of 'Seraphim' class space superiority fighters spew from the sides of each ship, from what appear t be the mouths of massive angel statues.A sensor array scans the area around it.
Secret I.C:

The 'Litany' A.I. that ran the ship stated it's reccomendations:

Tech level:30 Y.O., Threat Level:level 3, capable of heavy damage to individual ships. Clear numerical superiority.Overall:Gain trust, establish papal embassy.Do not consider invasion, especially at this time when many representatives of other empires are present.Wait at least a year.

"Good.It was so kind of the vatcan Imperium to lend us these ships.Ankhmeti cruisers are not really pure enough for a Pope such as myself.Very posessed."

(OOC: WTF? You got two battlecruisers with three squadrons of fighters on the other side of my wormhole without so much as a security check? I don't think so! In case you were unaware, this is how the wormhole works: There is a space station and two delver class battlecruisers on one end, and a space station and two cruisers on the other. Except in Gargonia's extreme case, you would arrive at one end before appearing in the other. BTW, if your in our space, your weapons are to remain powered down unless you are obviously threatened. for now, let's just assume you were granted permission and checked to not have any "Doomsday device" type weapons. Meaning no planet killers. We ain't lettin the frikken death star into our space.)

A trio of delver class cruisers fly into the area. two break off and fly within a short distance of the Papal battlecruisers. A message goes over the comm frequency. A yellowing Cyrian appears on the screen. "This is commander Alnet. Please keep your fighters docked while in our space. Now, would you like to visit the homeworld of Cyria, or do you need to stop off at the station to resupply first? If your coming to Cyria, you'll need to leave one of your battlecruisers here. I hope that won't be a problem. We'll be escorting you to the homeworld."


Briage held a hand up in a placating gesture at Krais's snap. "Sorry. I didn't know. I'll take you to a science terminal, and while your looking over that, I'll go talk with the information directorate to find out what we can tell you. They'll probably declassify everything you need, but it wouldn't be a beurocracy if it wasn't a pain in the joints." Briage leads you to a set of terminals, which after a short scan, are able to provide you with information in a language you can interpret. There are virtual three dimensional renderings of the wormhole, tons of scientific data and mathematical formulae. Briage leaves his science officer to explain anything you don't understand. He then goes off.

In other news, work has finally been completed on the space station outside of the wormhole. The newly dubbed Space Station Galnika has a great deal of space available for venders, and is actively seeking out shopkeepers with consumer goods and seuveneer type items for sale.

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