NationStates Jolt Archive

Beyond Jupiter's orbit, a rip in space appears, a small mobile space station sliding through the riff, followed quickly by two Krowemohian Light Cruisers. The riff closes quickly. The station and Cruisers remains motionless for a long moment, before both begin to power up, bringing weapons and comms systems online.

Lighting up like a Christmas Tree, the three vessals fire their Sublight engines, manouvering for an as yet unclaimed plot of space within the Sol System...

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Krowemohian Light Cruiser "Bright Dawn"

The bridge of the Cruiser was deserted, the ship's AI along with it's compliment of Observation Realians running the show.

"No contacts on sensors." One Realian announced from it's Observation seat.

"All systems are running at 93% efficiency or greater." Another reported.

"Weapons systems are warm and prepped."

"Proceeding with mission specified Protocols. Crew shall remain in Cyro-Stasis until contact is established, or the station completes it's specified objectives. Whichever occurs first." The Onboard AI announced, more for it's own sake then for the Realians.


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((OOC: This is just so I can set myself up in the Sol System with my nation. I doubt anyone will reply, or even care to read this, but it's here so I can fall back on it if need be.))

"Sir, we just detected a ship beyond Jupiter. It's headed this way," Leutent Marla said.

"Let me handle this," Captain Garneth said.

~Electronic Communication to alien vessel~
This is the Paramor of the DemonLordEnigma Empire. While we would normally welcome ships to this system, we are currently in a state of war and must identify whether you are a combatant or not. And if you are, which side you are on. If nonresponsive, we are forced to assume hostility and open fire.
-Captain Garneth
~End Communication~

OOC: Krowemoh, how do you want to go about this? The NS Earth technically has infinite space, but at the same time you have to choose it carefully.

Oh, ignore the troll.

((OOC: Well, Hmmm... Pretty much, the station is supposed to act as a communication Relay between the Sol System and my nation's planet back in the Nameless Star System. Well, here we go.))

((OOC: Pic to be uploaded later.))
Krowemohian Comm Relay Space Station, "Cori's Gift"

The Mobile space station recieved the message from the vessal, the AI Matrix responding with an automated message...

"This is the Krowemohian Deep Space Mobile Communication Relay Station, Cori's Gift. This AI Matrix, manafactured by Vector Industries, doesn't recognize your transmission and has no prerecorded reactions which fit the specified Protocols. Please stand by for Crew Defrostation..."

Klaxon begun to blare through the massive station, as the Cyro-Chambers were brought online. Row by row, the three hundred some Krowemohians were brougth out of Cyro Stasis, injected with a wake up stim to help quicken their wake up process...


Enter Captain Brightclaw
The inky blackness of Cyro-Sleep ebbed away, giving way to conscioussness. There came a pain in his right arm, and suddenly his system was given a boost, like instant caffiene.

It was like waking up from a big dream, a very long dream. At first, confusion set in. Where in the Goddess' name am I? Followed by realization, Oh... We must be here already. Better get dressed. Like the other Nekos abound this station, he wore only simple, Cyro-Sleep undergarments. The locker and shower rooms were fortunately, right next to the Cyro-Chambers. Fresh uniforms waited all in their assigned lockers...


Fifteen minutes later, the bridge of the space station was filled with Nekos, the Captain taking his seat. "Mother, give me a report."

"Captain, we have recieved one message. Replaying transmission..." The AI Matrix replied, replaying the last transmisson...


This is the Paramor of the DemonLordEnigma Empire. While we would normally welcome ships to this system, we are currently in a state of war and must identify whether you are a combatant or not. And if you are, which side you are on. If nonresponsive, we are forced to assume hostility and open fire.
-Captain Garneth


Captain Brightclaw pondered the message briefly, then cleared his throat, speaking. "Mother, relay this message to the orgin of the transmission. Also, send a HyperPulse Message back to Krowemoh containing a copy of the transmission, our reply, and all future transmissions."

~~Reply to DemonLordEngima Vessal.~~
I am Captain Jun Brightclaw, of the Corporate Empire of Krowemoh, reporting directly to the CEOs of Vector Industries, Gowa Industries, and the Ultor Corporation. Currently, we are unaware of any such war, and shall remain unsided, as this is a Communication relay station, not a war vessal. Our presence here to only to re-establish diplomatic communication with the nations of Earth. Over.
~~End Communication.~~

"They know nothing of it, and we have no records of their technology. Looks like they are telling the truth," Marla said.

"In that case, let's welcome them. Glad to know I don't have to fight already," Garneth replied.

~Electronic Reply~
In that case, welcome to this system. We must be careful with ships from unknown peoples anymore.
Good luck with the diplomacy. My own nation has tried it and found space nations to be less of a headache. Earth has wars over things that are surprisingly trivial, even considering the worst of space wars.
Like you, we don't come from Earth. We just happen to own territory there due to a past problem on the planet. Besides, it's one of our nearest neighbors and we enjoy the trade.
Oh, watch out for the space junk. This planet has multiple rings of it, resulting from multiple wars and space exploration efforts. The mine fields don't make it any better, but those you learn to dodge.
-Captain Garneth
~End~

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Krowemohian Comm Relay Space Station, "Cori's Gift"

Captain Brightclaw smirked to himself as Mother, the Station's AI Matrix, played the message for him. "I do believe I like this captain Garneth. Mother, send this message."

~Reply Message...
Technically, our ancestors came from Earth, long long ago. But, all that is water under the bridge at any rate. Planet Krowemoh is our home now.

Say, I understand you are currently involved in a war? We have with our Cruisers a stock of Vector Inductries' A.G.W.S. and Realians. I'm sure that if I acted on the behalf of the Vector Industries representative who should be arriving later this month, I could rent out perhaps... One Third of our current Stock, which is approximitally... 200 units, with the accompaning Realians and support teams, with an addtional... Oh... Two thousand or so units delivered once a month every month, to use as your governing body sees fit.
-Captain Brightclaw
~~Transmission Ended

The Neko smiled and leaned back. "Well, if that falls through, should net me a nice raise in my paycheck, eh?"

One of the other Nekos on the bridge chuckled, her tail flicking back and forth playfully. "Which, by the way, will disappear with the current Income Tax rate."

"Shot down... You're so cruel Rebecca..." Jun said, resting his chin on his folded hands to await the reply.