NationStates Jolt Archive

The General Staff stirred, thier many feathered bodies looking around the complex. For every one of them, three seats where there, so that the room had enough space to keep them happy. Although right now, even squished they would be, the war had finally ended.

Kregar walked in, smashing his spear on the ground. The weapon was compleatly cermionial, the only one of its kind ever made. It signified the Speaker of the General Staff, The most successful general of the time. He looked around, his black feathers shinning.

"Fellow Prey Birds" He said in a toung no human could master. "We have won, the Searpent and its brood lay dead, no more shall they try and threaten our worlds, our ships, our PEOPLE! We are now free to move outside our home, outside this Planet Ring." He looked around, his beak stoped moving. "But, first, we must find ourselves friends. Already the Temple have sent orders not to send ships out, but the ships sent are beyond our range now. We are going to broden our horisens, no matter what the temple order." This was followed by an intake of breath, for while the Preyans where not as religious as the Perrokuns, they never openly went against the Temple, unless they held great political power. Many Never Expected the Young Crow to Surrvive, they would be wrong.

Meanwhile the AAS First Claw Made its own way through space. It was not sure who's space it went through, or if it belongs to anyone at all, the crew only knew they where to keep going, and going, and going.

Now, only Parroku's Desision would stop the ship...

the sephrioth flag ship the vengance droped out of trans warp
her captian vice comandant ace sephrioth said coms offcier tansmitit this message to the AAS First Claw Made this is the uws of sephrioth vessal the vengance slow down and be prapare to be boarded we want an allance.

OOC Sephrioth, I made a post saying they could be in someones space, and Capitals are not used to see diplomatic shuttles, you also would not know they are there, please keep it resonable.

occ we allwas do diplomatic missions in the vengance relax it our diplomatic flag ship no weapons
ic we say again please ready for boarding

The Border sensors of the Imperium let loose a shrill chirruping, that disturbed the Guardsman from his rest, forcing him to rise to view the console.
What was this? A ship of configuration never seen before? A new race perhaps? Perhaps a new enemy? Or a potential ally.
Immediate his fingers fell to the console, operating in a frantic fury; buttons clicking as he engaged communications from the small, but heavily armed asteroid base.
"Unidentified vessel; you have violated the domain of the Chronosian Imperium; state your origin and intent. I repeat; you have violated..."

The ship was suprised, its crew not expecting such things. Now their was a ship trying to say something to them, but they spoke in some barbaric toung.

"Their not civilised" Complained a Golden feathered hawk. "I am not here to try and understand their rabble."

"Actually, you are" The White Owl said softly. "So you may as well get started, I will send them a message.

((You can not understand this, don't say you can))

Hello you Uncivilised Cloths, we are the Preyans, the fighting Arm of the Avian Allience, Searvents of Oran-ku. We just here to find out what the universe is like beyond our world, and see the uglyness of you pathetic Barbarians. Thanks. It would come through sounding like an owl hooting, and a differnet bird talking at the same time. Quite Disterbing to a human.

OOC Chron, missed your post, Soz.

IC The Birds where suprised that, since they got a message right after the first.

Ah, more Uncivilised People, Tell me, do you end? I swear, I never knew their where two so fast. Now, let me see, are you the same as the Snakes? Cause then we will open your bodies and eat your insides, or are you different? I suppose it doesn't matter, your not ours.

The Guardsman hissed, stepping back from the garbled alien language that flooded the speaker system.
"By the Emperor! What heresy is this? These Xenos speak the roars of a Lord of Change, or other beings of the Master, Tzeentchs retinue..."
He flicked another switch.
"This is Imperial Monitoring Outpost XT:9; we request immediate assistance, unidentified Xenos are within our space!"

*OOC tag landhawk must see this*

Jenkarak rubbed his snout and sniffed. He put his feet up on the bulky metal console and growled quietly. He was bored. Really, really bored. Even warship captains were bored right now, so he was especially bored. Nothing ever happened these days. Even the Kree had gotten bored and stopped attacking them for the time being.

The relative peace of the station was disrupted by a young lieutenant stomping his way across the metal deck, walking through the almost-dead control room towards his commanding officer. He saluted with a thump across his chest, and held down a data pad. Jenkarak looked up slowly and grumbled snatching the pad from the subordinate.

"What is this?" Jenkarak asked. He didn't really care. He was getting sick of signing orders for more wildercat meat.

"Extreme-range scanners have picked it up sir," the lieutenant said.

"Inside our border, or ourside our border?" Jenkarark asked.

"Outside, sir," the lieutenant said. "Near Chronisian space it would seem. I cannot tell for certain. From the intercepted communications, which aren't very good quality at all this far away, I think they are some kind of bird speci..."

"I don't care," Jenkarak shrugged, slapping the pad against the officer's chest.

"But sir, this is a..."

"I don't care," Jenkarak snarled. "Our borders are 'sealed'. They will stay that way. This is no concern of ours. You can waste your time watching the outside world if you really want to, but I have no interest in it. Now get out of my face."

"Yes sir," the lieutenant nodded. He saluted, and wandered off, less enthusiastic than when he came.

"Damned amateurs," Jenkarak snorted. "They seem to think I want to TAG every species in the universe. I'll have to remember to remind everyone why we're here..."

The large reptile grunted, and leaned back in his chair. He started to play around with his pistol. He was so bored...

Mean while the USS Sovereign, was moving along in the darkness of space star light gleaming on its saucer section and secondary hulls , its sensors were detecting commotion over several light years away, on board captain Xavier was speaking to his ops officer.

Ops as he was sitting at his station exhaling sharply, he started to speak “Sir, my recommendation is we go investigate this our sensor scans reports a ship or several in the area, un known configuration”
Xavier looked out and said “this was supposed to be a routine Patrol mission, but what the hell we could use some excitement here and it might be nice to make a new first contact, helm set a course towards that commotion, warp 3”

With that the ship rumbled and charged up its magnificent engines, a blue flash of energy moments later and a stream of blue floating particles in the darkness of space reviled the ship was gone, in to the darkness.


As stars flew past the ship the captain looked out of the window, his crew tapping on there beeping blinking consoles working quietly, the helms officer about 15 minutes later swiveled his chair over and said, “captain we have reached our destination, dropping out of Hyper warp!”, in another blue magnificent flash the ship appeared from a point in the darkness of space moving rather quickly towards the unknown ship its impulse engines rumbling loudly.



Xavier stood up as the ops office tapped on his console to open a comm., he exhaled a bit and started to talk “This is the Federation (or federal) star ship USS Sovereign; we would like to know if you need assistance or your intentions, we also welcome you to the alpha quadrant”



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"Fedral Union vessels; you are in violation of Chronosian borders; in the name of the Daemon Emperor, we order you to retreat to beyond our domain. Should you continue to persist in maintaining your presence here, you will be escorted, forcibly if nessecary, by the Battle Barges and Despoiler Class battlecruiser, who are in bound to parley with these Xenos. You have five conventional Terran minutes..."

Xavier sighed and motioned for ops to open a comm. He then spoke “if we are our Apologies we might be a few CM’s over your borders, how ever you have no jurisdiction in interstellar space. The line cutes the ship begins to reverse slightly then stopping just out side the border

"Nor do you. However, the Xenos are our problem, and shall be dealt with accordingly. The speak in an alien language similar to that of Ancient Terran Avians; Birds, to you. Now; if you wish to initiate communications; go ahead, however, as long as they remain in Imperial territory they will remain under OUR jurisdiction" The Base Commander had been called by the Guardsman and now sent this message; his ornate sabre hanging by his side.
"Attempt to communicate pictorally; perhaps the Xenos will understand a shared idea..."

Listening sattelite 451-37B drifted serenely in a distant orbit of an average star, in an average empty star system. It spent its days listening to its passive TRADAR receiver and combing the universe for stray communication signals.

Today was no different. Every few seconds it picked up the rythmic radio signals of a distant pulsar, it combed through the haze of background radiation looking for anything out of the ordinary. It received a hundred pulses from the distant spinning ball of degenerate matter and reset its cycle to begin again. Thirty-six pulses, thirty-seven, thirty-eight... then activity. There a few dozen light-years away a series of FTL tranistions. The sattelite ran the TRADAR readings through its analysis computer, one marked itself as distinctly Chronosian, another as a vessel of TFU and one that defied any attempt to identify it. Flags went up in its processor, unidentified FTL signatures and Chronosian military presence, the sattelite activated its Tachband transmitter and sent warning back to Gateway. Then it received the hundredth pulse and the cycle began again.

***

"All right folks we've got ourselves a recon mission. It appears some sattelite of ours has picked up an unidentified FTL signature, we of course have been sent to investigate." Commander John "Spike" Steinbach said to his fighter squadron.

"Sir, if this is just a recon mission why did Command send the Courage along with the Heron?" Lieutenant Hailey "Phantom" Daae asked.

"Excellent question Phantom." Spike said, "The answer being that that sattelite also picked up a Chrony military signature. Now as you all know we've had past hostilities with them and well we can never be too carefull. Which is why the Courage is here, if it comes to blows the cruiser will cover our home, the ever wonderful Heron, as she recovers us fighter jocks and gets her ass outa there." Spike looked at his squdron mates, "Good now that that's settled we should get going. All our birds are equiped for standard recon, that means extra fuel tanks and sensor pods leaving us only our internal lasers if things get hairy so I want everyone to be careful. Dismissed."

Moments later squadron RF-21 "The Fighting Cobras", was flying from its launch tubes as the Pelican-class assault carrier XNV Heron dropped from FTL. The Cobras quickly grouped into standard groups of 3 and sent out for the unknown ship.

OOC Sorry, waiting for the other member. Shall post after him

Some five MSK from the Preyan ship - five million kilometers; just over sixteen point six lightseconds - seven small craft simply apeared without warning or energy release; the hallmark of a Kanuckistani Displacer drive.

Angling towards the avian craft, there speed low enough to make no notible impact on distance for some time, the flight of oddly shaped fighters were, clearly, heavily armed, their powerplants and sheilds remarkible; the raw power diverted to sensors more so, as they scoured space and all in it for lightdays with enough raw wattage to boil the paint off of nearby ships - of which there were none.

And thus they were unmarked, as they started into a elaborate 'random walk' evasion pattern, a precaution; one executed such as to speak of great skill and agility of pilot, of even greater maneuveribility, drive power, and precision response of machine, as they danced in aparent defiance of their own inertia.

Transponders, however, gave them away; Flight Three-Five out of the KAGV Suicidal Audacity, Kanuckistani Adventurers' Guild, and of some clan called The Graveyard Legion - the craft listed as modified KA-75 Pyrrhic Scalpel High-Agility Heavy Fighters.


Scarcly a minute passed betwen arrival and broadcast; their formation spread over a quarter million kilometers of space, the craft all broadcast as one, aparently to make the identification of their leader difficult.

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"Attemtion: This Commander Ivanova of the Kanuckistani Adventurers' Guild, Clan of The Graveyard Legion." A female voice began in lightly accented english, "We are here to observe first contact proceedings in accordance with General Order 2N3904-B..."

"You're making that up!"

"What?! Am not! It's on file; look it up."

"2N3904-B? Isn't that the abriviated serial number of UAI's new Mark One-One-Six Mod Three Compact Anti-Capital-Formation Torpedo?"

"Fine, I will. When we get back."

"I'm sure it's a coincidence..."

"As is the fact that you're carrying two of them? Where the hell did you get those things, anyway?"

"I'm just that good..."

"In bed!"

Laughter

"I can vouch for that!"

"I find it hard to belive she's that good..."

"Better."

"Pfft; well, there's one way to settle that.."

"Orgy at the 'mander's place!"

"Indeed!"

"Hell yeah!"

"God-Emperor's Sheath! We haven't been out that long, you horny rabbel; you suddenly too good for the Open Legs Club back on the boat?"

"Well you know what they say about forbidden fruit, ma'am..."

"Fine! But stop broadcasting on an open-fricken-channel!"

"Awww.."

"Gawds; I swear they threw the lot of you out of the afterlife.. uh, *ahem* Ah, where was I? Yeah, observing first contact; don't mind us..."





OOC:
Why? Because it's late and I'm feeling eccentric...

OOC WOOT, ECENTRIC!

IC The birds looked at the message blankly, before beging the chirps once again, this was a simple message, not directed at any one group.

You are all Uncivilised Fools, why, you can't even speak right. Who are you all anyway? And what are you doing to close to our own system?

sigh send this meeesaage we mean you no harm we wish to form an allance

IC The birds looked at the message blankly, before beging the chirps once again, this was a simple message, not directed at any one group.

You are all Uncivilised Fools, why, you can't even speak right. Who are you all anyway? And what are you doing to close to our own system?

"Spike I'm picking up a trasmission from the unknown." Phantom reported over the comm. "I can't make much out of it, it sounds like birds singing."

"Roger that Phantom. Send it back home for analysis, we won't be able to get a translation but we might be able to get some kind of mood indication." Spike sent back.

Phantom complied and re-transmitted the signal back to Heron. She lit her thrusters and accelerated closer to the unkwown ship. "I'm going in for a closer look. Cover me Striker." She called to her wingman, Lietenant J.G Robert "Striker" Jutland.

"Copy ma'am. I'll follow your lead." Striker replied as he pushed his throttole to match Phantom. Together they raced towards the unkown ship for an indepth scan.

The citizens of parroku rejoiced. Now that the war was over, a frivilous, fun-loving party age swept over the region in something almost identical to the 50s. The Elected Leader, Ikimiku, led them into an age of decadence. But the real leaders of the country lay in the temple of Oran-Ku, the Bird Lord. Jalimoko, the High Priest, commanded Ikimuki from the shadows. The temple ran things through their 'democratically elected' puppet and nobody knew it.

Jalimoko lay in his bed in his darkened chamber, his purple feathers already fading with age. His eyes slowly opened as he squinted at his assistant, Salakima. She was a beautiful young parrot. Her sleek, rich feathers were bright green and deep blue. "Are you sure, my lord?' she asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Jalimoko croaked. "Kregar will soon be in control of the Avian Alliance. If we want to remain in power, we must support him. You may leave me now. I grow weary."
Salakima bowed and left. Outside the door stood another priest, bearing the yellow-dyed head feathers of an Abbot.
"What did he say?' he whispered.
"Ikimiku will be assassinated soon. We will replace him with someone who will praise Kregar."
"Kregar?"
"Yes. Jalimoko is convinced that he will invade Parroku and gain control of the Alliance."
"Do you think that perhaps Jalimoko might be growing senile?"
"To question him is to question Oran-Ku. Do as he says."
"Yes, my mistress."

Kregar looked over his reports, looking at the reports. He was one of those who took risk, he had made a plan, it required this one last part. Kregar had always been a power hungry crow, he had rising fast through the General Staff, reaching a General by the age of 30. He had led the battle of the Searpent Ridge, which had banished the searpents from The Twin Planets, then he had led the attacks that had finally led to the searpent Extinction. He smiled, remembering when he had been given the Princes Very own Egg, the unborn heir to the Searpent crown had been the single greatest meal he had dinned apon, knowing that the thrill of victory had made it that much sweater.

"Master" Came the high voice of his Falcon Wing. "We have the forces ready, more then Ten thousand Crows at your command, as well as the Legions of Searpent Ridge, those loyal to you. We could have this planet in a week! And Parroku in a month! Sir, its all happening, we can have what you have been striving for so long! In an instant you will be able to bring the three planets under your own sway!" He barely containted his excitment, but Kregar held up his hand.

"Careful Manlin," He said softly. "The Temple is still the main power, and we are not in control yet!" He opened his beak slightly, the crows version of a smile. "Silence is a virtue here my student. Now, go see to the final plans, we need the outside contact first."

The Falcon nodded before running out of the room, Kregar smiled.

"Transmit pictoral symbols, ones with associations of peace; perhaps we can reach these Xenos somehow." The commander was cut off as more Chronosian vessels tore free from the Warp; Space Marines waited within, along with a Tech Priest and an Inquisitor; each ready to try their hand at negotiations....

Ivanova watched, amused, at the aliens' attempts to communicate with each other; a fragment of her expanded conciousness - what would have been a neural lace befor her death - maintaining her evasive with all the skill of an augmented ace; a simple task given her centuries of experiance, befor a friend - both of them stoned - had talked her into trying a 'orion-drive' street luge using actual nukes(conversion bombs, actually), rather than the chemical bombs the street sled was designed for.

Mind, the bombs weren't that big, having been striped from shoulder-fired Plasma Hammer rounds, and the luge did survive, until crashing - it was breaking the sound barrier that had shattered her lightly armoured body. Or was it the cliff she ran into just after that?

'There hadn't been enough left of me to tell,' she mused inwardly with a faint, ammused smile; the teleoperated 'avatar' body - technicly a drone - that sat in her fighter idly keying the comm system, archaic habbit over ruling the neural interface's expediance in the calm between combat.

"KAGV Suicidal Audacity speaking; how may I direct your call..."

"'eh Sam; don't supose you could punch up the InterLac and English zero-refference translation databases?"

The warship's vulpine avatar nodded in the comm screen; "Sure thing, 'Nova," she replied, sounding amused, "Already had 'em ready, watching your feed n' all."

"Thanks," Ivanova mused, wondering again, as she killed the entanglment-based comm, if that nickname was a play on her name or her death; mind absently wandering back to that little Guild Hall back on Kanata, on the hallowed grounds surrounding one of the many Shrines of the Dead, where her manifest, tangible spirit reclined in a Neural Interface Couch.

And laughed, suddenly wondering what the faithless would think of it all.


Shaking her head, she sighed, calling up the requested files, finding them on her flight's datanet. It was a simple measure to select the analog broadcast encodings, dispatch orders to her wingmates, and start her squadron transmitting; InterLac first, the language designed to easy to translate and learn, would be sent three times, the analog audio/visual universally decipherible, befor engligh was transmitted with the same method - the zero-refference translation databased including all an alien would need to know in order to learn the languages in question, starting from simple, 'universal' pictographs, and building from there.

The owl looked at the messages and nodded, before the message was returned, it would have been something that resembled follow, and as said the ship began to turn, its bird foot like body smoothly moving through space.

"Cobra Lead this is Control, repeat Cobra Lead this is Control. Do you copy?"

Spike responded instantly, "Control this is Cobra Lead, I read you five by five. Got any results for us?"

"Indeed we do Cobra Lead. From what the computer could figure out they sounded pissed."

Spike laughed, "Roger that Control. Any new orders?"

"Yes. We've picked up some Kanuckistani ships on our long range TRADAR. They're broadcasting what appears to be a translation algorithm, we can't get more than that from here so you're going to go and drop some sensor pods to intercept the signal."

"Roger Control, I'll get right on it. Cobra Lead over and out." Spike flicked to his sqaudron's frequency, "Hunter I want you to drop your sensor pods at the coordinates I'm sending you. Set them for broadrange signal pick-up."

"Roger lead." Came the reply of Cobra 7, call sign Hunter. He accelerated to the co-ordinates and brought his craft to a relative stop and released the pods. Hopefully they would pick up the unknown alien's translation.