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It came with a blast of light and energy. It came with a sound like thunder (at least, if you were inside the ship you could hear it). It's 1200 ton massive frame, gray but for pictures of red lighting decorating its hull (http://jager.evula.net/evnsite/cruiser.jpg), moved through the void that was space.

The Va Gjencha Class Auroran Cruiser, the Heraan Pride had performed a successful jump.

They had arived.

On board the Heraan Pride, Master Kuran stood tall, looking out over the newly-explored system. He was an alarmingly fierce looking man. He wore no cloths, save for a loin cloth. He had no need for clothes, for every inch of his body was covered with tatooes. Greatly elaborate tatooes, small and simple tatooes, tatooes of honor, and tatooes of shame. A purple tatooe above his heart showed he was a vetteran of the Polaris Campaign, one of the few who made it back. His tatooes showed but one thing: he was a great warrior and a great leader. To a normal human, such a look might be terrifying, but for an Auroran this was not uncommon, as all Aurorans looked as he did, though never with the same honor that he presided over.

Kuran laughed as he gazed outwards onto the horizon, his extermely muscular chest heaving greatly as he did so. Had it not been four years ago that the Great Master Bazara said there was nothing beyond the Great Wasteland!? And here he was, Kuran, standing beyond the veil that had covered Aurora for the last 200 years!

It had taken several days, several jumps, and he had almost lost hope a number of times, but there he was: on the other side.

The only question was...what else was out there?

OOC: Hiya', folks! This is my new nation, the Aurorans. I just wanted this RP to be FT nations coming out and interacting with a new, and interesting, race of people.

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I'm not a n00b here, I'm an experienced rp'er!

The three destroyers were startled by the closing of a rift in space nearby. They scanned the region, coming across a strong pulse from a large ship. They sent a message to the ship.

"This is the Concordiat Recon Group 11-2 to Large Carrier, respond please. Repeating..."

OCC: Welcome to NationStates!

"Master Kuran!" said an Auroran man manning the communications, his various tatooes and fair features showing his youth, "Our long-range communications have detected three ships at coordinates...uh...sir..."

The Auroran man paused, not sure where the coordinates should start. Every Auroran-encountered system had an origin set up at some key point. Whether that point be a battle, or a planet, or even a place where an explorer had a really good lunch, thats where the coordinate system started at (0,0), always pointing to the nearest sun.

"Make the origin at the point where we jumped in," Kuran said, his deep voice filled with excitement, yet restrained. He knew what this meant: three ships could be trouble. They outnumbered them three to one, and if their technology was anything like the Polaris...

Kuran was hesitent, waiting for any news.

The Auroran man began again, his pale, sparsely-tatooed body looking much smaller next to the muscular, fully tatooed Kuran.

"They are at coordinates 8-402-29, Master."

"What did their message say?" Kuran said, his eyes trying to spot the ships through his window.

"Their dialect was...human, sir! Like the Polaris! They spoke our language!"

"And, what did they say, Young-One?" Kuran said, leaning forewards and squinting his eyes: trying to see the ships against the backdrop.

"They simply said to respond." the Young-One said, and adding quickly, "They didn't seem to want to fight us! Perhaps we should go out and meet them!"

Kuran looked down upon the Young-One sadly, and said, "You would dare dishonor me with such poor judgment?"

Kuran stood up after he said this, reaching for a small device next to his chair.

"If we went out to meet them, as you so foolishly put it, they might interperet it as an attack. You not only thought of putting this ship in jepordy, but you dishonored my wisdom and experience and instead decided to voice an inexperienced and foolhearty descision."

He held up the device and turned it on. It hummed slightly.

"Give me your arm." Kuran said.

Young-One knew what was happening, but he knew he had to save face for his mistake. He must take the mark with dignity and shame, rather than with argument and cowardess. He held out his arm and looked down at Kuran's feet. It only took a few seconds, a few quick brushes of the device against his skin, a few quick flashes of laser, and soon there was a black bar tatooe, about 20 cm long and 5 cm wide, along the Young-One's arm.

"You took that well, Young-One" Kuran said, turning off the laser tatooer and sitting down in his chair, "I am confident you will remember this lesson."

Kuran stood up quickly, striking a powerful pose.

"Young-One, patch this message through," he said, "and get a video feed."

Young-One turned on the video feed device and sent a transmission out.

Kuran began to speak:

"To the Unknown Alien Vessels! I, Kuran, Representative of House Heraan of the Auroran Empire, Master of the Heraan Pride greet you! If your intentions are peaceful, then we welcome you with open arms of a friend. If you seek a fight, then be warned! We Aurorans do not die easily."

The transmission was cut off, and Kuran sat down, knowing full well that if these people were like the Polaris, the sight of a tatooed Auroran would frighten them...or at least intimidate them.

He could only wait and see...

OOC: Just a quick question - I'm afraid I don't have enough FTL assets to contact you, really - but why is he just wearing a loincloth? That's equivalent to a captain wearing full parade uniform during normal operations.

Not to mention that Auroran, Polaran, and Federation are all seperate languages - the Polaran string specifically states that the Polaris speak a completely different language.

I'll stop nitpicking now.

~ Tsar the Nova fanatic.

OOC: Tee-hee!! Another EV fan. Well, I decided to have the Auroran governments (yes...I have a nation for ALL FIVE HOUSES), but I decided to alter them so they would be more unique to NS as well as be better able to interact with them.

Oh, BTW: Get prepared for an Auroran Military store opening soon...

A small Cyrian scavenger group was in the area when the one ship burst through the viel. There were five small mining ships, one burrower (the ship which uses the wormhole drive to go at speeds faster than light) and a pair of fighters. Deposits of iron, silver, and a few trace elements needed in the creation of optic equipment had been found. They had been mining the asteroids for weeks. currently they were between mines and about two thirds up to load. One large ship was spotted clearing the sheath of nebulous material. The three ONI Concordiat Destroyers in the system for Nedri knew what reasons had responded. And Larito, the pilot of one of the fighters, was curious. He always was. It got him in the damndest situations.

"A ship just came out of the mist there, she doesn't match with any configurations or identifying marks of anything the computer system's encountered."
"Lemme guess, you wanna dart in there and say 'hello'" The group leader, Alkut, said.
"Well... Yeah! It's a race that we've never seen before! New things, new ideas. new-"
"You arn't going over there, Laruto."
"What about the reward? We could make some more money." Laruto asked, his passion flagging.

"Wait, what reward?" Alkut asked.
Laruto's eagerness returned. "The reward the government's offering to anyone who finds a space fairing race they haven't heard of yet. it's a twenty-thousand credit reward. We could split it among the group!"
Alkut sounded tempted. "Twenty thousand credits..."
"And I've also heard that the last guys who stumbled upon another race got tax breaks!"
"Damn! Tax breaks! Alright, I'll allow you to make contact. But wait! Lets see how the new ship reacts to the ONI ships. If they start firing at each other, Ore, reward, or tax breaks, we're getting the hell out of here. you got that?"
"Yeah, i'll wait." Said Laruto, electric with anticipation.
"Besides, I know you'll never let me forget about it if I don't let you."
"Thanks, boss! I won't screw up!" Laruto said.
"You better not, or I'll eat your joints, got that?"

(Btw, Cyrian space has a 53% tax rate which is enforced with draconian efficiency. Tax breaks are usually regarded as a myth, and such breaks are often only awarded for the most progressive actions.)

(Extra info about my race: Cyrians are blue furred, double jointed bipeds about two meters tall with three fingers on each side of their palm, for a total of twelve. Also, on the burrower is one sedenta, which are about 8 meters in length, are reptilian, are quadropeds, and have whiplike tails and vetigial wings. The burrower is the same size as the mining ships, which are about twice the size of the fighters. The Burrower has four curved prongs pointed outward at it's tip.)

As the source of the huge anomaly created a noticable shape in the gamma ray radars of the communications cruisers sprinkled across space, a small contingent of research vessels and a small comms frigate set off from a nearby research lab, arriving after jumping through hyperspace.

~~TRANSMISSION BEGINS~~
This is Captain NK-MZ9876 of the Research vessel Endeavour

We have detected a spatial anomaly in this system and- Scan complete. Our greatest apologies. In that case we seek to establish friendly relationships with the nations of the unidentified vessels and Cyrian space.
~~TRANSMISSION ENDS~~

OOC: First contact was during the "Tragedy strikes the Plutonian Empire" Thread with the Cyrian space.

OOC: Err....I don't think I can really respond yet...at least until ONI responds.

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At almost twenty million kilometers distant - just over 66 lightseconds away - the two kilometer long, multi-million ton bulk of the heavily modified Reliant-class Modular Conveyer would likly be little more than a blip on gravitational sensors, particularly in the wake of the rouge, 75 kilometer across planetoid she shadowed; all but powerless down while waiting for her geoprobes to report back, haf-hidden by chance behind the massive worldlette, she was all but invisible...

But passive sensors - especially those on a well-funded prospecting vessel - could descern alot; the fact that those being watched were not hiding or making aparent use of EW, and that the vessel's fairly impressive computer assets were otherwise unoccupied almost in their entirity, boosed that by a remarkible degree.

And so for the moment, whom ever sat watch upon her was content to do just that.

Vast and great are the resources of the Chronosian Imperium; for their sensors had detcted something; an anomoly out in the deep black. Something new that they had not yet encountered; somethign ripe for its first taste of true Chaos.

Through the void they came; ripping through the warp, towards the strange new signature, before birthing, clawing its way back into the material universe. The small fleet stood ready; its hull marred by battle, and bloodlust; covered in ornate gothic configurations and strange runes swearing allegience to whatever dark gods they worshipped.

"Unidentified vessel..." The hiss cut through space. "We are the Imperium; identify yourselves...Or know the wrath of the Dark Gods"

OOC: I join in this Rp, if you claim a border with me on this thread

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390582

OOC: W00t EVN, great game, not FT so... but Polaris roxxor Aurorans (that of Vellos)

Vast and great are the resources of the Chronosian Imperium; for their sensors had detcted something; an anomoly out in the deep black. Something new that they had not yet encountered; somethign ripe for its first taste of true Chaos.

Through the void they came; ripping through the warp, towards the strange new signature, before birthing, clawing its way back into the material universe. The small fleet stood ready; its hull marred by battle, and bloodlust; covered in ornate gothic configurations and strange runes swearing allegience to whatever dark gods they worshipped.

"Unidentified vessel..." The hiss cut through space. "We are the Imperium; identify yourselves...Or know the wrath of the Dark Gods"

OOC:
Could you specify your fleet's composition, distance, and bearing from my vessel?

The response you'd recive could change depending on those details.

Oh, and I should mention that the ship has an ASPEW feild; supernatural, temporal, or reality-altering devices or abilities won't affect the ship, amoung other things - they're physicly impossibly within it's small radius of effect - and entering that radius from a non-3-space vector is also impossible, and it doesn't exist from those contexts.

OOC: Hm; its a small fleet; so I'd say around 4 Corrupted ISD's; 2 Cruisers and a Destroyer. They'd be about 10 million hm away from you north easternly.
They use turbo lazers; Ion Cannons; Lancer fire and Warp Cannons.

The vessel's power emmissions grew quickly over the seconds that followed the alien demand, as the ship's systems awoke from near-stasis; disturbingly powerful sensor emmissions trained upon the Chronosian task force and most likly skewing it's ability to get a good read on the extensivly modified freighter, which was now clearly wraped in a hundred-plus-meter-thick blanket of half-refined slag laced with reinforcing alloy.

No aparent weapons systems were being fed power yet - atleast not directly - but her barrier feilds were flickering to life when the reply transmission came, scarcly fifteen seconds seconds after the demand.

"This is the prospector UCCV Daggerfall," the male voice was smooth and without emotion, "Please identify yourselves and your intentions."

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Somewhere within the near-deserted hull of the Daggerfall, the energetic stirring of silken sheets slowed; an exasperated, feminine sigh sounding in the suddenly quiet room.

"We've got company," the same voice as in the transmission now spoke, different only in it's lack of emotionless qualities.

"So invite them over," his companion teased, one furred hand patting the side of the bed they now shared, even as she pulled up the records he'd just made avalible to her neural lace.

The male sighed, drawing the sheets back from over their heads, and chuckled; "Not even you are kinky enough for what I suspect they've got in mind," he retorted, befor frowning, "And if I'm right, it's not your ship-self they'll be shooting up, either."

The vixen regaurding the man who both was, and was more than, the UCCV Daggerfall, and sighed, head falling back upon the pillow, "Oh re-lax; with the new 'cracker we're feild testing, I'm sure you'll put in a plenty good showing, and your insurance will cover anything the Company won't, even if we're reduced to mono-atomic dust. So your insurance rates might go up a little; it's not like they can kill us. Just enjoy the fireworks you'll probally end up trading."

And the Daggerfall's organic avatar just shook his head; 'Women', he mused internally, 'No doubt she'd feel differently if it was one of her spit-and-polish yatchs, rather than the "ugly" bastard freighter that was his flagship'.

But, no need fretting about it for now, and so he focused on the likly conflict ahead.



OOC:
The prefix UCCV stands for Uniphase Contracted Civilian Vessel; it is actually quite rare, and thus not easily recognised.

Young-One stood before Kuran, his eyes still fixed at his feet.

"Master," he said, with a bleak...almost emotionless voice, "We have word from another ship."

"What do they say?" Kuran said, sitting in his chair, his piercing charcoal eyes gazing at Young-One's head.

"They say to identify ourselves...or know the wrath of their dark gods!" Young-One said, his voice showing a little emotion as he said "Dark Gods."

Kuran closed his eyes, thinking back at all of his previous experiences. He had been a Master in the Heraan House for well over 30 years, yet he had never heard of any Dark Gods before. These people sounded warlike...and dangerous.

"Young-One," Kuran said, his tatooed eyes still closed, "Transmit the same message I gave the first vessles."

Young-One transmitted the message:

"To the Unknown Alien Vessels! I, Kuran, Representative of House Heraan of the Auroran Empire, Master of the Heraan Pride greet you! If your intentions are peaceful, then we welcome you with open arms of a friend. If you seek a fight, then be warned! We Aurorans do not die easily."

A hissing crackle of a voice shattered the silence.

"We are the Chronosian Imperium; we are investigating an unusual sensor reading and thus are on a peaceful mission" Scratching screeching sounds echoed somewhere in the background; mixed with an ominous chant. "We shall not engage you, if you do not engage in hostle action. We are here....at the bequest of the great Emperor. We are sworn to peace; at this moment."

The ships let loose their sensors; examining the ships that were contacting them; drawing in wealths of data.

"What is this UCCV of which you speak? Who do you represent?"

The ship paused as it recieved the message from the others.

"We are the Chronosian Imperium; we shall remain peaceful; what, are your intentions Aurorans?"

The vessel's power emmissions grew quickly over the seconds that followed the alien demand, as the ship's systems awoke from near-stasis; disturbingly powerful sensor emmissions trained upon the Chronosian task force and most likly skewing it's ability to get a good read on the extensivly modified freighter, which was now clearly wraped in a hundred-plus-meter-thick blanket of half-refined slag laced with reinforcing alloy.

No aparent weapons systems were being fed power yet - atleast not directly - but her barrier feilds were flickering to life when the reply transmission came, scarcly fifteen seconds seconds after the demand.

"This is the prospector UCCV Daggerfall," the male voice was smooth and without emotion, "Please identify yourselves and your intentions."

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Somewhere within the near-deserted hull of the Daggerfall, the energetic stirring of silken sheets slowed; an exasperated, feminine sigh sounding in the suddenly quiet room.

"We've got company," the same voice as in the transmission now spoke, different only in it's lack of emotionless qualities.

"So invite them over," his companion teased, one furred hand patting the side of the bed they now shared, even as she pulled up the records he'd just made avalible to her neural lace.

The male sighed, drawing the sheets back from over their heads, and chuckled; "Not even you are kinky enough for what I suspect they've got in mind," he retorted, befor frowning, "And if I'm right, it's not your ship-self they'll be shooting up, either."

The vixen regaurding the man who both was, and was more than, the UCCV Daggerfall, and sighed, head falling back upon the pillow, "Oh re-lax; with the new 'cracker we're feild testing, I'm sure you'll put in a plenty good showing, and your insurance will cover anything the Company won't, even if we're reduced to mono-atomic dust. So your insurance rates might go up a little; it's not like they can kill us. Just enjoy the fireworks you'll probally end up trading."

And the Daggerfall's organic avatar just shook his head; 'Women', he mused internally, 'No doubt she'd feel differently if it was one of her spit-and-polish yatchs, rather than the "ugly" bastard freighter that was his flagship'.

But, no need fretting about it for now, and so he focused on the likly conflict ahead.



OOC:
The prefix UCCV stands for Uniphase Contracted Civilian Vessel; it is actually quite rare, and thus not easily recognised.

OOC: Let's just say...I transmitted the same thing to you too...

A hissing crackle of a voice shattered the silence.

"We are the Chronosian Imperium; we are investigating an unusual sensor reading and thus are on a peaceful mission" Scratching screeching sounds echoed somewhere in the background; mixed with an ominous chant. "We shall not engage you, if you do not engage in hostle action. We are here....at the bequest of the great Emperor. We are sworn to peace; at this moment."

The ships let loose their sensors; examining the ships that were contacting them; drawing in wealths of data.

"What is this UCCV of which you speak? Who do you represent?"

The ship paused as it recieved the message from the others.

"We are the Chronosian Imperium; we shall remain peaceful; what, are your intentions Aurorans?"

Kuran stood up, and signalled to Young-One to begin transmitting.

"We are explorers, Chronosa. Nothing more. We represent the Heraan House, one of the Five Houses of the Auroran Empire. We do not wish to fight you at this time."

Kuran signalled for the transmission to end, and sat down, his face contorted in thought.

They're hiding something... he thought but what...I'm not sure.

Kuran turned to another Auroran behind him and said, "Far-Thrower, prepare the Railguns and FPCs. Turn on the Jammers. Don't fire, and don't turn anything on. Just get ready...I don't think our...hosts have good intentions."

Kuran then turned to another Auroran to his right "Young-Bear," he said, actually walking over to Young-Bear as he said so, "Release a probe. We've placed transmitters along the way...they should be able to relay a signal to Heraan. Tell them we might need to have a fleet here...soon."

The Commander stood; watching and waiting; before reopening communications with the Aurorans.
"We are the Servants of the Dark Gods of Chaos; we are also explorers; and great conquerers. We would have parley with your leader; and perhaps peace between our nations; for there are few who we can claim as friends."

The commander chuckled, "You have our words, our oath as servants of the Dark Emperor; that we shall not harm you." He sent forth the sensors over the Aurorans. "Tell us more of you; your culture; your technology..."

Kuran stood and said, "But of course, Friends of Chronosia! I shall love to have parley! We are eager to find out about your people as well. Tell us, where shall we meet?"

Kuran signaled for the transmission to end. Young-One looked at him and said, "Sir, should we recall the transmission?"

"No," Kuran said, looking out of the window, the Chronosian ships visible from here, "We don't know what's going to happen. Just tell them to prepare for a jump soon. We might need to use that...borrowed...piece of Polaris technology."

"You mean-" Young one started, his eyes growing wide.

"Yes." Kuran said, cutting him off, "Also, add another order. Tell them we might need...a Thunderforge."

"Yes, Master Kuran" Young-One said, a smile covering his face.

"I am sure we could arrange something; shall we come to your ship; or you to us. I warn you; the interior is not what you would call....civilised" He glanced about at the walls which ran and dripped with foul ichors.

"We thus suggest that I be allowed to enter your ship; alone, unguarded...And speak, on behalf of my Emperor and Gods." He smiled wryly; stepping forward; fingers spasming in his power armor. "There is much we could learn of each other...Tell me; do you know of the Warp?"

"What is this UCCV of which you speak? Who do you represent?"



"We are a privatly held vessel under contract to a privatly held entity," the reply came as befor; something dedn't feel right, and for that reason he didn't feel like elaborating on acronyms just now. And meanwhile, he had allowed his ship-self to drift behind 75 kilometers of rock - a trio of mil-spec recon drones maintaining a visual contact with the assembled aliens.

You'd think someone had sent out invitations.

Regaurdless, any attacker would have to manuever quite obviously to get a bead on his vessel, and Daggerfall was glad they'd had bothered to recalibrate the 'cracker after the last use, even tho it had still been well within spec - had they not had suffered that slight delay, the over-sized pebbel now interposed between himself and the unknowns would be so much gravel - of course, doing so now would no doubt be quite intimidating, but he'd no doubt lose his bonus if he violated operational security that blaintently, and the gamer in him wanted to hold onto any suprises he could, should this turn into a firefight.

But that ment he had to wait for the others to go away befor continuing with the objectives. Or until he could work through UAI's red tape and have his objectives tweaked, but his Avatars back home weren't exactly making stunning headway.



OOC: Let's just say...I transmitted the same thing to you too...

OOC: And I, you. Or, to be precise;

"This is the prospector UCCV Daggerfall," the male voice was smooth and without emotion, "Please identify yourselves and your intentions."

(OOC: I need to know, does Chronisia do a lot of space privateering? If they do, it would affect their relations with these guys a lot.)

"man, everyone's getting there before me. Will those ONI destroyers give us a sign anytime soon?" Lacuto asked aloud.
"Don't get your hopes up, kid" Jarrod said. Jarrod was the sedenta in the burrower. Him an Lacuto had been fast freinds since Lacuto had become a scavenger.
"Ah, dang. Oh, here's some more ships coming in... oh. shit. Those are Chronisian ships!" The Chronisians were known for being warlike at their best.
"Shit. Okay, Jarrod, get the wormhole drive ready. There's a good chance we need to get out of here real soon."

(ooc: As I said, I can't do anything until ONI makes their move. By the way, chances are you can't see these guys, as they're in the middle of a field of asteroids, and all the ships are quite small. It would take a very sharp eye or a pretty specific scan to detect them.)

OOC: Well, we're an evil expansionist empire dedicated to the Dark Gods of Chaos :P
But on the side; we could be starting trade agreements. War is costly afterall ;)

"I am sure we could arrange something; shall we come to your ship; or you to us. I warn you; the interior is not what you would call....civilised" He glanced about at the walls which ran and dripped with foul ichors.

"We thus suggest that I be allowed to enter your ship; alone, unguarded...And speak, on behalf of my Emperor and Gods." He smiled wryly; stepping forward; fingers spasming in his power armor. "There is much we could learn of each other...Tell me; do you know of the Warp?"

"We know little, Chronosia." Kuran said, his charcoal eyes alight with false jubilation.

"But, if you would wish, one of you may gladly come down and begin negotiations with us. Shall we say, in 2 hours?" Kuran added, exteding his great tatooed arms as he did so.

He signalled for Young-One to send a transmission to the Daggerfall, the same he had given all of the other ships:

"To the Unknown Alien Vessel! I, Kuran, Representative of House Heraan of the Auroran Empire, Master of the Heraan Pride greet you! If your intentions are peaceful, then we welcome you with open arms of a friend. If you seek a fight, then be warned! We Aurorans do not die easily."

"Indeed; two hours from now we shall arrive; and we shall enlighten you to the power and potential of the Warp. We will open this galaxy to you; friends....This ripe waiitng Galaxy" He chuckled slightly; then caught himself. "We have much that we can teach you; and much that we hope you will benefit us; the Imperium, and the Ruinous Powers." He closed the channel.

"Excellent; make ready my shuttle...I depart in two hours"

"Aye Lord."

It came with a blast of light and energy. It came with a sound like thunder (at least, if you were inside the ship you could hear it). Its 1200 ton massive frame, gray but for pictures of red lighting decorating its hull (http://jager.evula.net/evnsite/cruiser.jpg), moved through the void that was space.

The Va Gjencha Class Auroran Cruiser, the Heraan Pride had performed a successful jump.

They had arrived.

On board the Heraan Pride, Master Koran stood tall, looking out over the newly-explored system. He was an alarmingly fierce looking man. He wore no cloths, save for a loin cloth. He had no need for clothes, for every inch of his body was covered with tattoos. Greatly elaborate tattoos, small and simple tattoos, tattoos of honor, and tattoos of shame. A purple tattooed above his heart showed he was a veteran of the Polaris Campaign, one of the few who made it back. His tattoos showed but one thing: he was a great warrior and a great leader. To a normal human, such a look might be terrifying, but for an Auroran this was not uncommon, as all Aurorans looked as he did, though never with the same honor that he presided over.

Koran laughed as he gazed outwards onto the horizon, his extremely muscular chest heaving greatly as he did so. Had it not been four years ago that the Great Master Bazaar said there was nothing beyond the Great Wasteland!? And here he was, Koran, standing beyond the veil that had covered Aurora for the last 200 years!

It had taken several days, several jumps, and he had almost lost hope a number of times, but there he was: on the other side.

The only question was...what else was out there?

OOC: Hay', folks! This is my new nation, the Aurorans. I just wanted this RP to be FT nations coming out and interacting with a new, and interesting, race of people.


OOC: I'm uber busy, so I just want to make contact. So I will make it short, when you respond I will make a nice big fat post. And I don’t have time to read the whole RP, but I hope this is ok.

I love talking to new FT nations, Contact me at AIM East Federation MSN noonelikeshippos@hotmailc.om
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The Titan Decloaked near the new ship. The blue light and bright running lights looked fendrily and pleasing. But this ship was no peace ship http://aia.wu-wien.ac.at/Startrek/gifs/intrepid.gif ( I know I am a major trekkie, but IT HAS NO ST WEAPONS! )

The Captain Stood up and gave the Order, He was pleased to find something out in this wasteland.

Several Known ships were nearby. And the New ship was about to be Hailed.

" This is Captain Wells of the Heavy Cruiser Titan, We welcome you to space. We are the East Coast federation. Don’t worry, we won’t fire on you. And we wonder what you’re doing in this great void, called space. I propose we make a 1st contact, either aboard my ship or your ship. Whichever you prefer. Titan out Waiting for Response! "

(note, this occurs after ECF has it's little exchange.)

"Wow, everyone's showing up. Now it's the ECF! Boss, these guys are going to be on computers all over if we don't make contact first! And that means no reward." Lacuto said.
"Shit. Okay boy, you go out there and do your thing. Just you be careful of those Chronisian bastards. I don't want to be the one to send what's left of you home to mother, you got that?"
Lacuto sighed in relief. "Thanks boss." then he said to himself "Okay, lets do this."
he guided his single fighter in communications range, and within sight of the other ships. he kept his guns trained on the chronisian force, and he sent a comm over to the unidentified ship.
"This is an employee of a chartered resource collection group of Cyrian space. I'm acting as a representative of the Cyrian people. Please respond."

"My Lord; ECF vessel has just entered the system!"

"The Old Enemy..." He hissed "Long ago was the hour when they joined the Fedral Union against the Old Imperium."

"Should we open fire?"

"No; I am ready now. We shall begin our talks." The Commander rose from his chair and moved towards the hanger bay, scowling and seething.

He stepped aboard his pirvate shuttle and sat; paused, waiting to move as his mind whirred with the possibilities; and then there was a shudder, and the ship moved on; towards this new race...

OOC: Last time I checked, My entire fleet left him during that battle, I never fired a shoot, because I was sick and tired of GZ's wanking.

OOC: Still backed him up with huge numbers; so you were still a threat ;)

OOC: Heh, I was only about 300 ships. And most of them were beaten up from another war I was fighting at the time!

If you wanna chat, AIM East Federation

MSN noonelikeshippos@hotmail.com

I just like talking to people. Weather it be over IM or in RL

((OOC: I'm actually a very OLD Space nation. But, I just barely recently made the move to the new forums. So, I'm going to re-establish contact. Look forward to meeting with y'all. Umh... Hmmm... My MSN is Beta_Verison_X@Hotmail.com, but I'm rarely on the Messenger. So TG me if you want me to hop on the Messenger.))

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Krowemohian Comm Relay Station "Cori's Gift"

"Sir. We're pickng up some weird readings on the sensors. Looks like a large congregation of ships. Hmmm... All different types, with a few the AI Matrix can't identify." The Neko in charge of Communications and Sensors announced.

Captain Brightclaw, commander of Cori's Gift, sighed, weighing the options of establishing first contact against simply waiting and watching from a safe distance. We only have the two Light Cruisers for protection, along with 400 or so A.G.W.S., so if these 'aliens' proved hostile, we'd be up the proverbal creek without a paddle... But then again, if they're friendly... "Mother..."

"Yes, Captain." The Station's AI replied.

"Crunch the numbers for me. If these aliens are hostile, what are our chances for survival?"

The AI responded without a second's hestiation. "Less then 11.8739%."

"Ugh... Mother... Next time, lie to me..." The Captain shook his head, running a hand through his jet black hair. A few of the other catpeople on the bridge giggled at his words.

"But Captain. You know I am incapable of lying..." It replied oh so seriously.

"That's besides the point. Relay this message to the whole congregation of ships..."

~~Electronic Message...
Greetings. I am Captain Jun Brightclaw, commander of the Krowemohian Deep Space Mobile Communication Relay Station, Cori's Gift. We are a peaceful, merchant nation, seeking to establish market for our products within other cultures and worlds. We are interested in meeting with new nations and possible future Trade Pact holders...
~~Transmission End...

"Well, thank the Goddess for that. Now let's see how they respond..." The Captain sighed, tapping his fingers on the armrest...

The reply came forth; ominous from teh vast tomb ships that held plague and death.

"We are the Chronosian Imperium; great warriors and conquerers. We would know more of you, and engage you in trade. Tell us more of your nation; and we shall share in kind. Our technology is great, our resources vast; truly wonderous are the Servants of the Dark Gods of Chaos! We await your response....traders"

The three AI controlled ships were patient, but even a computer would become bored after a while... Their processors were caught up processing and identifying, and classifiying their ships...

OOC: They're just processing all this new information, and classifying it before any hostilities ensue.

~~Reply Message to Chronosia...
The Corporate Empire of Krowemoh is governed by three giant corporations. Vector Industires, Gowa Industries, and the Ultor Corporation. Our homeplanet is situated in a far away system orbiting a Nameless Star. This station reports directly to all three Corporations. Our nation produces and distributes mechas, bio-androids of all types, space ships, and orbital weapons platforms. Currently we have in stock a small selectin of Vector Industries' Anit-Gravity Weapons Systems, or A.G.W.S., as well as the Realians who pilot them. Realians are bio-androids, and there is a specifc breed for almost any conceivable purpose. Once the Vector Industries Representative arrives later this month, I am more then sure he would be glad to fill in any other details concerning their products you may have.
-Captain Brightclaw
~~Transmission Ended.

"Out of all the people in the universe, we had to run into the ones who worship chaos and destruction..." The captain groaned, rubbing his temples, his feline ears laying back flat against his head. "Goddess Cori, see us through this day..."

Lacuto sent a transmission to the second ship. This was getting to be almost too exciting. Two unheard of civilizations, in one day!

"Uh... This is an employee of a resource gathering operation contracted by the government of Cyrian space. I am a Cyrian. We would be... honored to be able to learn more about you."

"To the Unknown Alien Vessel! I, Kuran, Representative of House Heraan of the Auroran Empire, Master of the Heraan Pride greet you! If your intentions are peaceful, then we welcome you with open arms of a friend. If you seek a fight, then be warned! We Aurorans do not die easily."


"That is good to hear, Kuran, Representative of House Heraan of the Auroran Empire, Master of the Heraan Pride; I would hate to be forced to prove you wrong," the voice of the Daggerfall as respectful as it was tinged with ammusment, befor continuing, "Tho I am here but for a few drifting stones."


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~~Electronic Message...
Greetings. I am Captain Jun Brightclaw, commander of the Krowemohian Deep Space Mobile Communication Relay Station, Cori's Gift. We are a peaceful, merchant nation, seeking to establish market for our products within other cultures and worlds. We are interested in meeting with new nations and possible future Trade Pact holders...
~~Transmission End...


"This is the Uniphase Contracted Civilian Vessel, UCCV Daggerfall - a private vessel presently engaged in prospecting and mining operations. If you choose to transmit contact information, I will see it is relayed to the apropriate authorities within my government."


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Within the Daggerfall's entirly superfluous bridge - for what need did one have for such, when one was the very ship itself? - one of the collective's avatars female avatars reclined in her comfortible command chair; an ammused smile playing across her muzzel, that had little to do with the resumed activities of one of her male selves.

New orders had just come in, shortly after the geoprobe data had been relayed; the rock was almost suspiciously rich in silver, and there were even hints that mithiril might be present. That had gotten someone's attention, and they had saw no reason to wait; they would just have to resort the old fasion method.

And so, FTLi was ordered errected, as much for the safty of others as anything else, and support promased if someone started shooting.

She hesitated a monent - Kanuckistan did not export their Faster-Than-Light Inhibitor systems; but then, neither was it at war, so why was she uneasy? - befor manually keying a string of commands; the expanding sphere of a TrueSpace Barrier Effector, along with a suite of lesser FTLi, balloning outwards moments later at half the speed of light, towards the preset 9 MSK feild limit some 30 lightseconds away - a full million kilo short of the Chronosian vessels.

It was then that a passageway opened through the slag armour near the Daggerfall's stern; the drone that emerged clutching an angular, tens-of-meters-across object covered in 'danger' markings - the text MK 47-C Planet Cracker - Hawking-Type Conversion Bomb - Serial #1467845 oddly plain amoungst the bright yellow-black strips and warnings.

All concealed behind the planetoid, it was carefully maneuvered towards the lip of the geoprobe's enterence, hesitating only so that the 'probe might pass, befor vanishing into the depths of survey tunnels.

It would take several minutes to maneuver the bomb into optimal position, then adjust the yeild so as to acheive the needed fragmentation while vaporising as little as possible.

But in the mean time, the FTLi had finished expanding; no one, have the Daggerfall itself, was even remotly near the hazzard zone, but with a first contact party going on, well, the last thing she wanted to do was start a war by startling a nervous gunner, so they might as well have plenty of warning.


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"Warning," the all-channels broadcast began in the cool, female voice which felt automated, if not aparently artifical; the message relayed through the three Daggerfall recon drones peeking out from behind the rock, "This is your five minute warning. Be advised that this planetoid has been selected for demolition-mining; minimum safe distance of one million kilometers recomended."




OOC:

Krowemoh, rings a bell; we ever interact?

MSK = Million kilometers