NationStates Jolt Archive

"Hey man, listen, I don't give a damn how hard it was to steal, I'm not paying more than 50 gold strips for that piece of junk!" said a human man, pushing his chair away and getting to his feet. He had scars and dirt all over his skin, some fairly strong-looking muscles and a metal patch apparently riveted over one of his eyes. He wore a red, stained jacket and brown leather trousers, and an energy pistol hung from his belt loosely. He negotiated with a similarly battered Ghargonian, who sat on the opposite side of the large mahogany table. They were both seated in some sort of restaurant/bar, with various tables filled with other nefarious people.

"Woah, tough guy! Settle down, y'hear? I'm not hungry right now." the Ghargonian said, tapping his claws on the table. He seemed almost amused. "This thing is worth 100 strips, and you won't have it for less. And I know you need it."

"You drive a hard bargain, greeny," the human sighed, and sat down at the table. "80 strips, final offer."

"Make it 85 and you'll have yourself a deal, soft skin," the Ghargonian said, licking his sharp teeth slyly.

"Fine, fine, here," the human dumped a small pouch on the table. The Ghargonian reached over and picked it up, briefly counting the contents.

"A pleasure doing business with you," the Ghargonian said, attempting a smile. Their mouths weren't really designed for it, though. The human waved his hand in dismissal and picked up a large metal box off the floor and wandered off out of the bar. "Gullible f..."

An alarm went off. Pirates, mercenaries and bounty hunters alike jumped from their seats, grabbed their weapons and looked around.
"Alert," a gruff voice called through some speakers. "Warships approaching the planet. They haven't transmitted their ill-intentions yet, heheheheh, so I guess they could be official. Give 'em a few minutes, but get ready to scramble, folks."



Above the small, rocky planet, four holes slowly grew in space. They were black, completely black. They weren't even visible until they started blotting out a lot of stars. They grew to vast sizes, and it seemed almost as if they were going to grow so large that they would swallow up the planet. And then they stopped growing.

Four vast ships bristling with weapons turrets suddenly burst out of them in formation, and almost immediately hundreds of fighters began to stream out of several different hangar bays and arc through space towards the planet.



General Kelrod sat aboard the lead ship, the GMS Gargantua, eagerly watching through the viewing ports as the fighters flocked towards the planet.

"Destroy everything except for the specified building," Kelrod announced. "Instruct the GMS Liktarius to head to the other side of the planet and begin bombarding it. We will finish the rest."

"Aye, sir," an officer nodded loyally. He rubbed his snout in anticipation and started pressing buttons on the dull red console in front of him.



One of the large vessels turned slowly and headed to the opposite side of the planet. The turrets on the remaining vessels turned towards the planet, and began blasting dozens of huge balls of blue plasma at it.

The fighters were met with a variety of irregular, grubby ships. Although they appeared to be flying heaps of junk (and, in fact, they were just heaps of flying junk), they were still heavily armed and immediately started shooting at the sleek aggressors. The fighters moved like shoals of fish, elegantly dodging the blasts before closing in and pulverising the pirate ships. The orbital battle was over quickly. The Ghargonian fighters continued on towards the planet, leaving behind nothing but debris and floating corpses.

As they swooped down over the surface, dodging blasts from their motherships, they began blasting at the foundations of the buildings, ships that hadn't taken off yet, people who were running towards ships, sentry guns, supply centres... their onslaught was relentless, and wholly successful.



An hour later, all the buildings on the planet had been destroyed, save one. The smoking heavy guns of the Ghargonian ships slowly turned and lowered into their stowed positions as the ships calmly and silently orbited the planet as though nothing had happened. As the fighters swarmed around their motherships, taking turns to land, three troop transports burst out of the launch bays and swooped down towards the planet.

They landed beside the large building. The ground surrounding it had been flattened and blackened, with veritable mountains of rubble all around, but the building itself was remarkably undamaged. Fighters must have been the only ones to shoot in this area.
The troop transports opened their rear hatches and several Shock Troopers jumped out, cautiously aiming their plasma rifles in the general direction of the building. There were no Gerash amongst them; they wanted the building intact, not shot to pieces.

The soldiers spread out, taking flanking positions on either side of the large double-doors at the front of the building. General Kelrod stepped out of one of the transports. His armour was more bulky than the others; solid, black metal, with gold Ghargonian writing inscribed on some of the side panels. He also held a plasma rifle, though he chose not to wear the silly-looking helmet which protruded right down the snout.

"Troopers; exterminate!" he called. "Do not damage this building though!"

The Shock Troopers roared and pulled the metal door open, tearing the lock to pieces without even realising it was locked. They filed inside, their weapons up and ready, and began systematically working their way up the building.

They reached the bar, and were immediately met with heavy fire. Three of them too hits to vital areas and flew backwards, dying before hitting the ground. They jumped out of the way.

"Shock grenade!" Kelrod roared. A Trooper handed him a small round object, he set the timer, and tossed it around the doorway into the room. There was a deep, reverberating boom, and some screams, and then the Shock Troopers ran into the room, gunning everyone down whilst they were blind and deaf.

Kelrod smiled as he looked down at the last smoking corpse.

"Team 2 here sir," a voice said through the combat suit's built-in radio. "Upper floors secured."

"Good work," Kelrod snarled. "GMS Gargantua; send a message to Ghargonia Prime instructing them that they can signal the all-clear to those races who wish to meet with us. Team 2; continually sweep for any lifeforms hiding in sensor-resistant areas."
He clicked the radio off and looked over his shoulder. "And you lot, clear up these bodies. I want this place spotless." The Troopers slammed their arms over their chests in salute, and set about cleaning up the mess; propping up chairs, throwing bodies out of the windows and generally picking stuff up.

He looked around the restaurant. The walls were red, the floor was a dark wooden one, and the tables decorated with gold patterns. He knew the upper floors to have various luxury suites for particularly rich scum to stay in, so it would do for what they wanted it for.

"Gargantua; inform the Ghargon that it is clear to come down," Kelrod said finally.

A vast ship slid from the warp and glided through space; shimmering with arcane promise; a great vessel of Dark delights. It was the Ecstacy of Slaanesh, a great and terrible warship, The Flagship of the Emperor himself; and it was that dark figure who sat godlike on his basalt throne; looking out over the world.

"My Lord..." A tech-priest heretic scuttled and bowed before him, unwilling to meet the eyes of the great Omnissiah. "Your shuttle is prepared."

"Excellent; we launch immediately; inform our hosts that the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia is coming."

He stood to his full height and stretched; great black wings extending across his back; his arms like tree trunks, ending in great and terribler talons; one his daemonic being, the other a great Lightning Claw. He growled; and the sword chained to his side hummed with infernal hunger; Lifesbane, Daemon Blade, subservient weapon and cunning servant...

Soon the land below would know the footfalls of damnation...

"A vessel has just arrived and signalled, sir," the voice said through the radio. "Chronosian. They are sending a ship down to the surface now."

"Acknowledged and understood, Lieutenant," Kelrod said. He looked over at the Ghargon, who nodded.

"Activate the landing beacon so they know exactly where the safest place to land is," Gorbgan nodded, standing up to his full, imposing height. "I will meet them outside." He nodded at two Shock Troopers and headed out of the building to wait for their guests to arrive.

OOC: Chronosia, I didn't see a factbook in your sig, so I'm going on the assumption your ships are similar to Battefleet gothic statistics, which place capital ships at anything from 5kms - 30kms in size.

If you could give me a head up on ship size, much appreciated.

Aboard the Miak Class Destroyer "Blade"

Captain Hergiv had already ordered his crew to be wary of possible threats. Already, his fleet, on a diplomatic mission to the Ghargant Imperium, had been forced to undertake detours, frequently stopping at Xenonian Outposts to assess the situation on the expanding empire's borders. They battlegroup, his, Miak Class Destroyer, frigate escorts and strikecraft squardrons had even found a hostile foe in the guise of a large pirate fleet that dared to hide in this region. Those hostile forces now drifted aimlessly into space, their crew annihilated as they found their "prey" was far more than even they had expected ...

I sure hope this all goes well, Hergiv pondered. As a military officer well versed in diplomacy, he considered it his duty to speak with the commander of the Ghargonian forces, and if nessecary, their leader himself. Arkady was already desperately busy, the Tyraelia incident was fast coming to a resolution and the insane Psyker commander posed a threat to all who faced him. Therefore, this situation could do without the ten thousand year old primogenitor.

Hergiv would have to deal with the situation himself. From data he had reveiwed through his neurallink, emphasis was placed on strength of arms in Ghargonian society. While confident of his own abilities, he was still young, barely over 150 years old.

Let's be thankful I don't have to challenge anybody ... yet

Hergiv's own memories were jolted back into reality but a new signal from his link. The small group of ships had arrived at their destination, only to have what should have been a peaceful arrival interrupted.

Alarms blared from the ship's corridors. One massive vessel, dwarfing even the Ghargonian ships, was prescent in the area. The markings were clear to Hergiv- those of the Chaos aligned kingdom of Chronosia, an alliance of fell powers that would greedily seek out more land to claim as their own.

Their prescence here did not bode well. Hergiv took a mental note to warn the Ghargonians about this possible threat as negotiations begun, and to request the prescences of a much larger battlefleet, including several Valkrie Battlecruisers on standby. Judging by fleet strength, he could match the Chronosian Battleship, if he played his cards right, by using his frigates and strikecraft to hit their ships flanks, relying on speed and firepower, but his destroyer and frigate escorts, even with superior all round combat ability, couldn't match the sheer number of larger Ghargonian capital ships, and the superior amounts of firepower and armour they would invietnably carry. It symbolised how the Xenonians seem to exist, always having the best ships, but too few, and not enough capital ships to match up evenly with many of their enemies.

However, That could be useful for negotiations. Best to let Ghargonia feel safe and secure at home, rather than by being threatened by a large show of Xenonian Naval power. The two races would be equals, and considering their long distance from each other, perhaps they would find each other useful.

Who knew what would follow?

OOC: Miaks are 1.7Km long, Valkyries are 4.0Km. Frigates are 500 Metres.

OOC: Actually my ship is the flagship of my fleet; more similar to a Plant-Killer of Abbadon, a nice powerful warship capable of obliterating a world.
Sorry for the short post; kinda busy atm

IC:

The shuttle descended through the atmosphere; a flaming mark across the skies, headed for the beacon; tearing through cloud cover and the glimmering blue of the skies, towards its goal.

The ship dropped, landing, and the great Emperor stepped forth, standing like a great and terrible warlord as he gazed upon this new lands; and new potential alliances...

Gorbgan stepped forward, ignoring the cloud of dust that blew away from the recently-landed ship, and approached the figure that stepped out. He looked him over, and decided there and then that this was definitely one of the most unusual aliens he had met in his life. Perhaps with the exception of giant opelitius insects, and their tendency to become invisible when angry. He thought little more of it, and opened his long jaws to speak.

"I am Ghargon Gorbgan IV," he growled. He spoke English, although Ghargonian vocal systems weren't really designed for it, so it always had a snarling accent to it. "You must be the Emperor of Chronosia. It is an honour to meet you."

He held out his clawed hand as though about to copy the human 'shake hands' greeting. Instead, he clenched his fist and slammed his arm across his chest as hard as he could in salute.

"These two Shock Troopers will lead you inside this building," Gorbgan said, gesturing at two guards who stepped forward obediently. "There are sleeping quarters inside which are quite luxurious, by our standards at least. Take your time, and once you are ready order one of the guards to take you to the room we have designated as a conference room. We are still looking for supplies of food; however, if you have not brought your own sustenance I can arrange to have raw wildercat meat brought down from our ships."

The Shock Troopers stood to one side and shouldered their rifles, nodding in respect at the guest. An officer leaned out of the building, and roared something in Ghargonian towards Gorbgan.

"The Gargantua reports that a taskforce of capital ships has arrived near the planet, my lord," he called. "They have not yet signalled intentions and Captain Veltak is requesting permission to initiate a state of combat alert."

"Have you left your tactical senses behind, Lieutenant?" Gorbgan snapped. "Pirates do not frequently fly capital ships. That is more likely another guest! Shooting people we have invited rarely bodes well for future relations. Tell that trigger-happy fool to try and establish communications! Shoot if fired upon ONLY."



Captain Veltak snorted angrily. He'd finally gotten that frekking General off his ship, and now he was being restricted by the Ghargon instead. Sometimes he wondered why they bothered giving these ships commanders in the first place. Still, total annihilation was always fun, restricted or no. He didn't get to do that very often, so he should think himself lucky.

"Solider!" he roared. "Send a message to the unidentified ships ordering them to identify themselves immediately!"

"Yes sir," a Ghargonian shouted back, shoving a Gerash out of the way to get at another console. "Unidentified ships, this is a vessel of the Ghargant Imperium, identify yourselves at once. Repeat, unidentified ships, this is a vessel of the Ghargant Imperium, identify yourselves at once..."

As the action was winding down, a small, sleek ship that looked to be crewed by about 5 max came out of warp. It was 15 meters long, 8 meters tall, and 7 meters wide. It was all reflective silver with two grooves on the top of it's bow, and an obvious torpedo tube on the bottom. (the same type as the queen's starship from SW Episode 1). Inside was a lone figure clad in brownish gold Mandalorian armor. It was Jodo Kast, the most notorious bounty hunter in and around the Dominion Galaxy.

Kast: Heh, I came to drum a little business, but it looks like I can't go anywhere without facing a battle group. Ah, well. May as well hang back and record it for posterity.

With that, sensors would have detcted a small tachyon surge and ship activated its small cloaking device and began recording the event.

OOC: From the time it arrived to the surge when it cloaked you would have known the ship was there. It's still in the same spot if anyone wants to hail it or anything.

Hergiv already heard the call. Voice analysers pointed towards it being a Ghargonian, probably an agressive medium ranked officer. The voice lacked the commanding qualities of anything higher, unless the Ghargonian (As it identified itself) officer was very practical, or of the gruff, no-nonsense type.

I may have a Kindred Spirit here, Hergiv concluded with a inner smile.

Activating the link's inbuilt quantum channel, he sent identification of the Xenonian Fleet, to both the Ghargonian and the Chronosians. Nothing too complex, just a simple greeting and overveiw of his fleet, an explanation for Arkady's Absence, as well as a note they may be able to contact him for negoitations later, as well as the diplomatic hogwash that most took as courtesy. The Destroyer awaited for commands on where to dock, or what to do.

As the Destroyer and Frigate escorts waited for confirmation, a message from sensors bay came to the Captain's attention.

"Sir, we have another surge on our sensors. Indicators points towards a small vessel, strikecraft size. We are already anlaysing feedback surges. We'll get to analysing possible methods of deciphering this cloaking device right away. Do you weant us to hail it, or warn the Ghargonians of it's prescence"

"Wait and see if anybody else noticed that. If they did not, tell them" Hergiv responded.

"Yes sir", The Sensors officer responded.

"A landing beacon is active near the building where this un-Ghargonian farce is taking place," Veltak snorted through the communications channel. "Go down in a shuttle, or just jump out of your ship, whichever you prefer. Your fleet may reside in orbit." He reached down and cut the channel.

"Captain! Tachyon surge to starboard!" an officer shouted. "Similar to..."

"...a shift generator," Veltak smiled, his sharp teeth glistening. "Could it be the Bladeship?"

"Too small sir," the officer shook his head. "Probably a fighter -- surge strength similar to that of a Shadow."

"Pirates and scum," Veltak snorted. "Charge the energy barrier. Fire warning shots in its general direction. I don't particularly care enough about vermin to have a fighter wing chase it down. If they want something in particular, they will make it known soon afterwards... and if they want something which involves shooting – well, send them to see the Great Krak."

"Yes sir," the officer growled.



As the hull of the vast ship rippled with energy, several turrets rose from their stowed positions and turned to aim to starboard. They blasted some smaller anti-fighter bolts of blue energy in the general direction of the surge, and then lowered back into their little crevices.

The USS Kerigan, a diplomatic craft modelled similarly to the Raptor P3X 40 series of old, slid smoothly out of FTL. The First Fleet symbol proudly emblazoned on its sides. Signalling, it began its slow journey to the planet.
The three Siesatian Diplomats looked over the availiable information on the planet below, which was pretty much limited to atmospheric readings. It was common knowledge within the intergalactic community, that whenever you met with the Unified Worlds of Siesatia, you met with three diplomats instead of the usual one. There was one for each of the races. Burmecians (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v347/UthRptr2/Freya1.bmp), the proud warrior race, their daily lives so intertwined with the Honor and training. The Siesatian Raptors (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v347/UthRptr2/Raptorgun.bmp), the ressurected dinosaurs from Earths past, and finally, the human portion, who seemed to inhabit every corner of the universe. Many of whom had anscestors from the famous Cherry Ridge evacuations, almost 200 years prior. Whilst making up only a pitiful 5 % of the population, they kept an active role in the politics of the country.
The ship reached a stable orbit, and sent a message inquireing when to send down representatives.

Hergiv ordered the fleet to move close enough to teleport him within range, all the while moving slowly, so as to avoid showing aggresive intent.

Seconds later, Hergiv was standing at their co-ordinates, waiting for the invietnable welcome party. While he waited patiently for that to occur, he ran though his mind all the data he had on the Ghargonian Empire once more.

Kelrod clicked his wrist communicator as he walked outside, and held it up to his jaws. "Siesatian vessel, you may send people down to the planet any time you choose; there is a landing beacon in place marking out the safest place to land." He clicked it off again and walked up to Hergiv, slamming his arm across his chest armour in salute.

"I am General Kelrod," he growled. "Welcome to the land of scum and vermin, I hope you have a pleasant time here. Harhahaahar! Greetings, it is an honour to meet you. These two soldiers will take you inside; please, follow them."

He pointed at two Shock Troopers who were apparently on the verge of challenging each other for some reason, and clicked his claws together.

"You two! Take our guests to some nice quarters," he snapped. "If you must challenge each other, do it off duty please! MOVE!"

The two quickly turned to face him and saluted, then nodded at Hergiv in respect.

Hergiv returned the guesture, before turning to follow the soldiers.

The Two Ghargonian sldiers moved ahead, still looking daggers at each other, while Hergiv tagged along, wondering if, should they hapen to challenge each other, he would be able to observe their fighting style.

The Emperor chuckled as he bowed to the one who welcomed him. "I am in no need of sustenance; for I have no hunger outside of that of war...I have come for negotiations; and negotiations we shall have; as soon as..." he chuckled wryly. "inhumanly possible. I expect a summons within the hour; but I shall take advantage of your bounteous hospitality."

The Diplomatic shuttle began its slow descent to the surface. It reached the surface after 5 minuites of slow piloting and prescision scanning. Carying 3 diplomats at a time was unheard of, they were normally taken down seperately, but in this case, it was determined safer. It reached the building, and opened the doors, allowing the diplomats to meet with the escorts.

Kelrod looked over his shoulder as the shuttle touched down, and smacked his hand down on the snout of the Ghargonian he talked to, shouting something at him and them sending him away. He turned and walked to greet the three Siesatian diplomats.

"I am General Kelrod," he said, saluting in the traditional Ghargonian way. His chest was going to be aching in the morning at this rate. "It is an honour to meet you. I do not believe there are any others coming, so I will escort you to quarters personally. Please, follow me." He gestured towards the building and started walking.

***

The various diplomats had been summoned to the meeting place, which had been reorganised somewhat, although it remained a fairly unofficial restaurant. The rough wood and the poorly decorated surroundings might have seemed less-than-adequate to most, but the Ghargonians snuffed their noses up at even this much luxury, so it was probably better than anything they could have offered in their own territory.

The Ghargon strode into the room, tailed by four Elite Gerash and their gold-plated plasma rifles. Evey Ghargonian, including the General, stood to attention and saluted. He waved his hand in dismissal, and stood before the representatives of the three powers.

"I am Ghargon Gorbgan IV," he growled. "Leader of the Ghargant Imperium. The strongest Ghargonian alive. Each of your peoples sought contact with the Imperium, and even came into the filthy, scum-infested depths of the Forbidden Realms to achieve it. Well, I am here, and honoured to meet with you. I assume that you did not come to discuss your childhood, so, speak; what is it that you wish to gain from this?"

Marcus smiled. "I am the Emperor of Chronosia; sons of Chaos; servants of the great Chaos Gods. We come from our home systems to seek alliance with you; who are doubtlesdsly a strong power. We feel there is much we could gain, and much we could learn from each other; indeed we have much we could offer. Others here will look poorly on us for our devotion and the acts we commit in their name; but we can truly prove to be great and loyal allies. I leave it with you..."

Severspear, the Burmecian introduced himself and his assosiates. "I am Dragoon Fedrich Severspear, 2nd head of the Dragon Knights corps, Siesatia's premiere Elite Special Ops Unit. This, is Dr. Deadra, a specialist in alien cultures, and Diplomat to Earth." he said, pointing to the Raptor, "And this is Captain Frayt, leader of the UWS Space Naval Expiditionary Acess Korps (SNEAK)." he said, pointing to the human on his left. "SNEAK is basically an information gathering orginization, he's here to assess Technological interests. As trade is an important part of any stable treaty. We are here to attain a stable treaty, should our two governments feel it is within everyones interests."

OOC: Sorry, a bit strangely worded, Im at school and I'm a bit tied for time.

Hergiv stood to announce his case.

"I am Captain Hergiv, of the Xenonian Protectorate. My rank may seem somewhat unusual for this occupation, but that is merely because of our differing rank systems. Arkady Gregorovich extend's his sorrow at being unable to be here personally

The Xenonian people are expanding their protectorate, you are reclaiming the former boundaries of your old empire. We are in different galaxies, and territorial conflicts are therefore unlikely to occur. You could attempt to conquer us, although I doubt it. And with your superior population, we would fail to defeat you. Futhermore, both of us have enemies and conflicts we must work to resolve for the safety of each nation. It is because of one of these, that Arkady was Unable to join us.

Obviously, it is by these factors that any suggestion of infighting will get us nowhere. Therefore, it is logical that, as two powerful nations with similar, but not directly conflicting intrests, would seek lines such as the establishing ofdiplomatic treaties, such as a non-agression pact, right of passage, recegnition of national soverignity, and possible opening of trade routes. Both of our nations could benefit greatly from yet another secure border, at the very least."

"An alliance is a mixed thing," Gorbgan said to the Chronosian Emperor. "Whilst it is true one is made stronger by the support of another, you also inherit their weaknesses. At the same time, whilst one has more troops to fight one's enemies, one also inherits new enemies from their ally. For the Imperium to commit to such a thing would require a substantial reason, as well as details on all the enemies you currently have."

"I find it curious that you should choose to... live with humans," Gorbgan said to the Burmecian and the Raptor of Siesatia. "Very curious. The Imperium has no quarrel with you, I am certain amicable terms for a treaty could be drawn upon. Our rules regarding foreign species contact are quite simple; no sharing of technology, no crossing our borders without prior authorisation. Other than these unbreakable rules our terms are fairly flexible."

"I agree with your assessment of the situation," Gorbgan nodded to Captain Hergiv. "There is nothing of worth to be gained from fighting each other. We have more pressing enemies to deal with at the moment anyway. As with Siesatia, we would be willing to sign a non-aggression pact with amicable terms."

"As for trade, our primary requirement at the moment is terralium ore," he continued. "We continue to find new sources of terralium on abandoned Imperium worlds, however it is usually half-mined. Although we could technically find additional sources of terralium in unclaimed space, it is a highly volatile substance in its unprocessed form, and should a mine come under attack it would undoubtedly blast half the planet and anything nearby to pieces. Thus, it is more prudent to mine the substance within the boundaries of protected borders. It is highly rare, so any established mining operations would be few and far between. According to previous reports, the Imperium produces a surplus of aluminium, titanium, boron and beryllium, amongst a few other things."

"Our enemies are indeed many; but as are our allies. We are one of the founding members of the Catachan Chaos Alliance, and a high ranking member of the Galactic Empire. We command a mighty army and fleet; which keeps our numerous foes at bay; holding them back, maintaining our own territories, lands loyal to the Dark Gods. We have engineered an entirely new race, the Uruk-Hai, shock troops of the Imperium; and we stand truly loyal to all and any of our allies; you would be no different. Perhaps; you have heard of the Black Crusade? It is a great war that even now I drive forward; crushing and enslaving those who would oppose the forces of Chaos." He chuckled. "A truly magnificent sight to see a world of wretched zealous humans burn"

Silverspear looked over to his cultural advisor. He was able to explain it himself, but Dr. Deadra was able to go into more detail.
"Siesatia was, at one point, a 100% human nation, quite capable with the power of Genetics. Such power is never wielded properly by primative nations, and they decided to create a species of Slaves, from which to extort free labor. Said slaves could not be human, as they might infiltrate the Siesatian society, so they settled on ressurecting something long dead, it was Dr. Mendelson, a research scientist, who came up with the idea, what if, Dinosauria, rubbed up against sap in a tree. Said tree was sappy, and it left skin inside of said sap. The preservation of the sap would occur when it became amber, the hard Resin like substance many value as jewlery. The method worked, but there was a revolt only a few years later, said slaves, escaped. The country ignited into a civil war, and the slaves found themselves the victors. This is an underlying reason for the general love of freedoms..." Deadra was interupted,
"Dr., Please get to the point." Silverspear said,
"Many of the humans currently taking up residence in Siesatia are reffugees, almost 40% come from the Cherry Ridge evacuations. They were evacuated, when the government threatened to execute them for religious beliefs. Only 1% of the Human population is Origional Siesatian. I believe Captain Frayt is 4 generations Ridgian... The reason humans are welcome in Siesatia is because the general openness of its people and government. There are some who wish to end such unity, but they are held by non agression treaties and protectorates."
"Burmecia has it's own history concerning humans, but I shall not go into that now. As for Territory, it is advised that prior notice be given to Siesatian authorities before entering the Gaia System. Not because of any danger from Siesatian patrols, but of danger of the surrounding space. Temporal Rifts and Extremely dangerous nebulas shroud the area. Many ships are found drifting long dead in space, one was over 20,000 years old. Only the corridors are safe, and they are guarded by FTLi technology. Only cleared ships may pass. So, whilst we do not forbid acess, we reccomend contact prior, for the ships sake. It is not good to have missing ships in one's territory. And to the trade, we don't trade military technology, unless it is several stages out of date. Temporal Technology is never sold, under any circumstance." Silverlance finished

Hergiv nodded.

"Your terms are acceptable. Unless you have any questions or requests to make, then we can agree on such a deal"

"Our enemies are indeed many; but as are our allies. We are one of the founding members of the Catachan Chaos Alliance, and a high ranking member of the Galactic Empire. We command a mighty army and fleet; which keeps our numerous foes at bay; holding them back, maintaining our own territories, lands loyal to the Dark Gods. We have engineered an entirely new race, the Uruk-Hai, shock troops of the Imperium; and we stand truly loyal to all and any of our allies; you would be no different. Perhaps; you have heard of the Black Crusade? It is a great war that even now I drive forward; crushing and enslaving those who would oppose the forces of Chaos." He chuckled. "A truly magnificent sight to see a world of wretched zealous humans burn"

"I have not heard of such a war," Gorbgan growled. "And it is one you failed to mention when initially suggesting an alliance. I will require more information on this, as well as specifics on your 'many' enemies'."

Silverspear looked over to his cultural advisor. He was able to explain it himself, but Dr. Deadra was able to go into more detail.
"Siesatia was, at one point, a 100% human nation, quite capable with the power of Genetics. Such power is never wielded properly by primative nations, and they decided to create a species of Slaves, from which to extort free labor. Said slaves could not be human, as they might infiltrate the Siesatian society, so they settled on ressurecting something long dead, it was Dr. Mendelson, a research scientist, who came up with the idea, what if, Dinosauria, rubbed up against sap in a tree. Said tree was sappy, and it left skin inside of said sap. The preservation of the sap would occur when it became amber, the hard Resin like substance many value as jewlery. The method worked, but there was a revolt only a few years later, said slaves, escaped. The country ignited into a civil war, and the slaves found themselves the victors. This is an underlying reason for the general love of freedoms..." Deadra was interupted,
"Dr., Please get to the point." Silverspear said,
"Many of the humans currently taking up residence in Siesatia are reffugees, almost 40% come from the Cherry Ridge evacuations. They were evacuated, when the government threatened to execute them for religious beliefs. Only 1% of the Human population is Origional Siesatian. I believe Captain Frayt is 4 generations Ridgian... The reason humans are welcome in Siesatia is because the general openness of its people and government. There are some who wish to end such unity, but they are held by non agression treaties and protectorates."
"Burmecia has it's own history concerning humans, but I shall not go into that now. As for Territory, it is advised that prior notice be given to Siesatian authorities before entering the Gaia System. Not because of any danger from Siesatian patrols, but of danger of the surrounding space. Temporal Rifts and Extremely dangerous nebulas shroud the area. Many ships are found drifting long dead in space, one was over 20,000 years old. Only the corridors are safe, and they are guarded by FTLi technology. Only cleared ships may pass. So, whilst we do not forbid acess, we reccomend contact prior, for the ships sake. It is not good to have missing ships in one's territory. And to the trade, we don't trade military technology, unless it is several stages out of date. Temporal Technology is never sold, under any circumstance." Silverlance finished

"We have little interest in your military technology," Gorbgan said. "Only the materials our own technology requires for turther construction. If you have any requirements, please tell me what they are and I shall see if the Imperium can accomodate you with any of them in exchange for terralium mining permits."

Hergiv nodded.

"Your terms are acceptable. Unless you have any questions or requests to make, then we can agree on such a deal"

"If your acceptance is of the non-aggression pact, then so far as we were concerned the deal had already been made," Gorbgan said. "In regards to trade, I assume that you are requesting we pay for our mining rights with all of the materials that I just listed? If so, I have no quarrel with that."

"We have little interest in your military technology," Gorbgan said. "Only the materials our own technology requires for turther construction. If you have any requirements, please tell me what they are and I shall see if the Imperium can accomodate you with any of them in exchange for terralium mining permits."

The Unification can supply you with Viranium. A metel, availiable only from Siesatia. It is light, and strong, and does not conduct electricity. It is most useful in armours, and anti-conductors. We can make it extremely cheaply, it costs just a little more than Iron pound for pound.

Liquid viranium is also availiable, but is more expensive.

Terralium is availiable in limited quantities in the Gaia system, however, our fellow ESUS members may be contacted, to see if any can be aquired for trade.

A spore flew through space. Moving at a high speed, it sensed a planet with sentient life, even life with high psychic ability. It stopped, and used the psychic powers already at its command to create a shell.

Perhaps it could strike a deal for its life, as it knew the Xenonians had traced it here. It began to grow, creating layers of armor, heat-resistant plate, and claws, legs... Within a few hours, it was complete. It propelled itself using its psi towards the planet.

Perhaps this race would not object to its being. After all, although it required mindpower to feed, it was a potent ally, and must do as it must to survive.

As it entered the atmosphere, the mindpower of potentially millions of slaughtered beings pervaded its senses. Opening up its jaws, it began to ingest the power that was within the human neurons. As it hurtled towards the surface, it grew, creating landing feet, and a harder bottom shell.

It hit, creating a small crater, wounded, despite its shell. It sat there, quickly regenerating.

It got up,and began to lumber towards the area it had felt the sentience in.

OOC: This is a carry-on from my intro thread, as a mind parasite creature was reproduced, and thousands of spores were created. The spores have powerful psychic power, and the Tyraelians used one as a form of weapon.

"If your acceptance is of the non-aggression pact, then so far as we were concerned the deal had already been made," Gorbgan said. "In regards to trade, I assume that you are requesting we pay for our mining rights with all of the materials that I just listed? If so, I have no quarrel with that."

"I cannot honestly say what we have too trade - that would take a thourough comparison of material databases". Hergiv commented.

"Although we may not actually require resources from you, we are capable of mass production of useuable terralium. We ourselves do not use such material, as we have ventured into matter compression through nantechnology, but we can certainly provide huge amounts of it, as your request"

OOC: Tyraelia, have you run this over we Ghargonia?

"If your acceptance is of the non-aggression pact, then so far as we were concerned the deal had already been made," Gorbgan said. "In regards to trade, I assume that you are requesting we pay for our mining rights with all of the materials that I just listed? If so, I have no quarrel with that."

"I cannot honestly say what we have too trade - that would take a thourough comparison of material databases". Hergiv commented.

"Although we may not actually require resources from you, we are capable of mass production of useuable terralium. We ourselves do not use such material, as we have ventured into matter compression through nantechnology, but we can certainly provide huge amounts of it, as your request"

OOC: Tyraelia, have you run this over with Ghargonia?

OOC: Sorry I haven't responded. I've been busy.

IC: As Kast watched the blue bolts sizzle past his craft, he smiled to himself.

Hmm, these guys don't take any chances do they? Oh well, at least they took the liberty of noticing me. Better activate the transponder
A weak, almost unnoticable homing signal on a slightly out of phase subspace level emitted from the craft. Completely undetectable unless it was what you wre looking for. In the next solar system, the Dominion War Cruiser Reliant picked up the signal.
Com: Sir, just picked up Kast's beacon. Right on time.

Capt.: Wow, he really must want that pardon. Everyone stanby stations, go to medium alert status. Helm, set a course for that beacon and tell Kast recloak on different phase and fall back for now. Proceed at warp 5.

Ops: Underway and message sent sir.

Kast's ship proceeded to the point where the Reliant would come out of warp. Against orders, he didn't cloak and opened a channel to the Ghargonian vessel:

Kast: Attention vessel, I am a forward envoy for the Dminion patrol in this area. The War Cruiser Reliant is proceeding h to m coordinates. I'm guessing the captain would like to talk to you. All I know is I get to leave once he's arrived. Kast out.