NationStates Jolt Archive

Relative Liberty, eastern part of the Galaxy:

Two weeks ago, in the Council Hall on Liberty One:
... Our economy has never been worse. It is crucial that we find other nations and open trade agreements with them. The only resource we have plenty off is diamonds. As you know, diamonds are used for various reasons within the industry, not only to make jewelry. I am sure we can reach an agreement with any nation who has a somewhat developed industry, financial aid for diamonds, both raw and cut.
All for, raise your hands.
Ten hands were raised while three Councilmembers remained critical. The Chairman rose and spoke:
Very well, I shall speake with the Dictator later this evening.

Two weeks ago, in the Palace:
... Therefore, taking in consideration any and all possible outcomes, the Council has decided, with a ten to three majority, to ask you, Dictator of Relative Liberty, to approve our suggestion, that we, the people of Relative Liberty, may launch as many Exploration and Mapmaking Vehicles as deemed necessary.

The Council deals with foreign affairs on its own, honourable First Chairman. Why would you need my approval?

According to ancient law, whenever the Council cannot reach an agreement on foreign matters but still maintains a strong majority in favor of the proposal, said proposal needs the Dictator's approval.

Very well, I give my approval, on behalf of the people of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty. Two weeks from now a EMV shall be launched to explore the void for potential allies.

Present time, in the Relativity orbital station, Fleet compartement 12:
OK, launch in five... four.. three..

Sir, there's something wrong with the fusion reactor, it's leaking.

Seal the area! Get the ConTeam down there! I want this fixed yesterday!

Two hours later:
Sir, a new vessel has been made ready and the new crew is doing the last checks before they're ready.

Good. How's the situation in compartement 12?

It's still hot, the ConTeam says it might take 24 hours to cool but there were no permanent damage to the bay or equipment. Seems it was just the cooling system that malfunctioned again.

Remind me to ask the Head of Fleet if we can change back to the old Mk.V system. They never malfunctioned.

Yes sir.

Half an hour later:
The crew is now ready for launch sir. Do you want to start the countdown?
Yes, launch in five... four... three... two... one... launch!

The roar of the fusiondrift echoed throughout the bay as the EMV laucnhed from compartement 13 and into the endless void that lay ahead.

Zzt... This is Command. Status report, over.

Zzt... This is ESV 114. Everything is fine, over.

Zzt... Your mission is to find and contact any and all lifeforms you may encounter. Your ships AI is downloading the route as we speak. Upon contact with a lifeform we will shift control of the ships HailSys to the Council. Over and out.

The space bent as the hyperspace engines were started and EMV 114 jumped westwards. The ships AI would guide his ship in a huge expanding semi-cricle that would take far from his homeplanet. A total of 5 000 checkpoints would be reached using hyperspace, on every checkpoint would he switch to normal propulsion and search an area of a predetermined size. First checkpoint would be reached in ten seconds.

EMV 114 had reached the first checkpoint. To a human eye it would seem as if the ship had appeared out of nowhere, although most scanners would detect the ''tunnel'' formed by the sudden drop out of hyperspace.
The pilot, White-tail, readied the fusiondrive.
Computer, engage fusiondrive and follow the predetermined route, autoscan for any lifeforms and ships. Engage HailSys and play the standard greeting sequence on all frequencies.
The computer buzzed and the HailSys began playing the message.
We come from Relative Liberty. We mean no harm. We come from Relaative Liberty. We mean no harm. We come from Relative Liberty. We mean no harm.
The ship's fusiondrive kicked in and the ship began patrolling the area, hopefully another ship would show up.

*"Greetings Relative Liberty. This is Independent Merchant Vessel 'Hot to Trot', flagged out of the Tanaran Empire."*

The big merchant vessel was making an unplaned refuleing stop, circling an unnamed, but conviently located gas giant in an uninhabited stellar system of no particular interest. The ships automated refueling center was stripping photons and anti photons from the proto stars energy rich out atmosphere, and the crew bored senseless. When they had recieved the broadcast, Hawk, the youngest had sprinted for the comcenter while the ships AI, Maus, had started the automated IFF reply.

*"Greetings Relative Liberty, this is Hawk, cargomasters apprentice. We didn't think to run across any one this far out in the never never."

The HailSys stopped playing the standard greeting and shifted to manual audio.

This is White-tail on the Explore and Mapmaking Vehicle 114 of USSRL. If you wait a minute I'll shift control of my HailSys to the Council.
Five seconds later:
This is First Chairman Garithos of the Council speaking. May I ask that you transfer routes to your homeplanet or any other planet, moon, ship or station where we may speak with your nation's leader?

OOC: The Council has authorized this BUMP.

((OC- When the probe hits it's fifth jump point, it'll enter the Ascendancy, and I'll get hopping into this topic..

...tag in other words. =^^= ))

OOC: A welcome Godmod, a rare sight in these dark times. Happy to have you onboard.

((OC- 'godmod'? Am I 'that' bad. =oO=;;; ))

OOC: Well, you told me where the fift checkpoint was ;)

Hawks voice held a nervous quiver, he'd never spoken with some one as loftily placed as a First Chairman of the Council. He knew the proper answer to give, every Tanaran did.

*"First white hole to your right and straight on till dark"*

The first law you learned - never give a stranger your home coordinates, not unless you wanted to wake up to an invasion fleet one morning. However he also knew what to do next, and Captain Mazir nodded approvingly as he stepped on to the bridge and settled into his chair

*"Thats not meant to be rude sir. I'll happily patch you through to the nearest Imperial base...that would be Hathor base off Aklumar Point."* Hawk explained as Captain Mazir gave Maus a soft voiced okay to make the necessary linkages.

OOC: If your tech is set up to recieve holo transmissions- Hawk is about 15, thin, sandy blonde hair and very serious in appearance.

That would be fine, thank you. We understand the necessity to protect your homeplanet, and we wish to show our friendly intentions, therefore we shall not ask this of you again. the First Chairman replied.

OOC: Every Libertarian ship is fitted with the latest version of HailSys and is therefore capable of recieving holos.

OOC: Please do not post commercials in this thread.

OOC: When the ship reaches its 2nd checkpoint, I'll jump in. sry for the godmod lol

OOC: Welcome.

OOC: Bump

ooc: if you don't mind, I can take the 8th, if its cool with you, tg me before you put the post up.

OOC: Sure.

*"Thank you sir. Here is..."* Hawk looked over at the smaller display to his right *" Ensign Flandry, at Hathor base"*

Hawk signed off as the Ensign, a pert young lady in a crisp grey and white uniform picked up the transmission

*"Chairman Garithos, thank you for your patience, and Fleet Admiral Chase sends her welcome. Unfortuantely she is unable to speak with you personally at this moment. However I have been authorized to give you the coordinates to Hathor base. Please feel free to send a trade delegation when ever you'd like"*

Ensign Flandry then sent the bases coordinates in standard format.

I thank you madame, on behalf of the people of Relative Liberty. A trade delegation will be launched and arrive at Hathor shortly. Garithos replied. Things were going well, Relative Liberty might soon rise in economical power.

In Relativity station, in orbit over Liberty One.
Sir, the Council orders a convoy to be sent to these coordinates.

Then get on with it, corporal.

Yes, sir!

Twenty minutes later five Mk.V cargoships were launched and entered hyperspace, on route to Hathor.

OOC: Do you want me to start a new thread or should we take this here.

OOC: However is most comfortable for you. Honestly I've never quite decided where in space the Tanaran Empire lies - just that it's quite aways from Earth in an unexpected direction, and near one or more black holes.

OOC: However is most comfortable for you. Honestly I've never quite decided where in space the Tanaran Empire lies - just that it's quite aways from Earth in an unexpected direction, and near one or more black holes.

OOC: I'll make a new thread then so to keep this as ''clean'' as possible.

I'll continue on with my mission comrades. Fare well. White-tail said in the HailSys before he ordered the computer to activate the hyperdrift and set course for checkpoint number two. The trip wouldn't take long.
In five seconds he had arrived at the centre of the second ceckpoint. He sarted the scanner, the HailSys and the normal propulsion and turned on the auto-pilot.

General Borshkin was awoken by a bright red light...As he looked up he noticed a spacecrewman stand at the other end of his cabin.

"What is it crewman"

"Sir COL. Diggia requests your immediate presence on deck"

"Ill be right there inform the Col this better be frikkin important.

"yessir"

As the general arrived on the command deck he noticed there were many more people there than nesseceary.

"Diggia what is going on here?"

"Sir we have an unknown ship comming out of hyperspace entering federation space. It seems to be transmitting a broadcast"

"Send a reply.....This is the HMS Battlecruiser Uniden of The Planet Federation. Keep sending it until we recieve a response. Goto yellow alert and maintain general quarters. Until we know what this thing is we must maintain highest alert. Inform Commander of the Spacefleet that weve found a ship of unknown origion and are trying to communitcate with it."

"Yessir"
"Ok im going back to my cabin to change into uniform, get the Commander on the line asap"

"Yessir"

This is EMV 114 of Relative Liberty. I'm on a mission to explore space and to erect trade agreements with all nations that I encounter. White-tail answered in the HailSys.


OOC: You know you're in Khiraebanaan space?

The General returned from his cabin in class A uniform. "Any news on the craft Col. Diggia?"

The Col. Looks up from a piece of paper "sir we have recieved transmission (hands piece of paper with the transmission stating the crafts mission) ok........get on the line with the Home office we need a delegation team here 10 minutes ago"

Diggia picks up red phone "yessir 10 minutes ago"

Borshkin tapps senior crewman jones on the shoulder "Jonsey send my reply as states........Im an General Jack Borshkin of The Planet Federation SPACEFLEET we mean your craft no harm and request that you beam to our battlecruiser to discuss your intentions."

Jonsey looks up from typing "sent sir"

"ok.....letz" Instellar Carrier arrives out of hyperspace with commander of SPACEFLEET. "This is commander Riley of the Federation SPACEFLEET General Borshkin we are here to negoiate with the craft" The General looks at Riley "no need sir we have made contact they want to speak with our PM to discuss trade relations My insticts believe they are not hostile"

"ok jack" riley paused for a moment "Im going to comtact the Minister of Defense and arrange a meeting with the Pm to see if he wants to meet"

"Ok Commander permission to have them board our battlecruiser and be treatied like digintaries?"

"permission granted"

EMV 114 of Relative Liberty please stand by for a message from the Battlecruiser Uniden.

Delegates of Relative Liberty this is General Borshkin of the Planet Federation ive be authorized to let you board our battlecrusier to discuss trade with your nation. We are awaiting word on the Prime minister to board the battlecruiser to get initated in offical talks with your nation. Please Respond if you wished to be beamed to the Battlecruiser.

OOC: ummmm...federation? please explain your sudden military presence in, and apparant domination of, my territory?

IM in federation space on the Planet of Forall we are well inside federation space. Please explain why you think im in your space. Perhaps we border eachother and do not know it...

However this is Federation space.

OOC: eh hem, federation, the second checkpoint was me

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8839529#post8839529

OOC That thread explains my actions......i was aware who had the second....just tryin to spice it up a bit....



Also can i have the 9th checkpoint??

OOC: Please do not involve me in any rp I'm not involved in ( :rolleyes: ).
You can have the ninth point.

OOC: sry its taken me so long, my internet wouldnt cooperate

IC: A Khiraebanaa Battleship first class was patroling around the outer fringe of Khiraebanaa space searching for pirates or smuglers as usual. They had caught two smugglers and destroyed five pirate fighters and one pirate cruiser so far today. It was the norm to run into several pirates, but five and a cruiser? It was the ship's lucky day. And it appeared that the day was getting better. A small ship of unkown class had just jumped into the system, a mere 16 kilometers off of the Inevitable's bow.

"Excellent," said the captain, speaking to his aide. "It appears we will have another catch today. Hail them. I want to know who they are and what they are doing here. If they do not respond, fire a tacticle EMP missle."

The ships Hailsys began to play the message from the Khiraebanaa battleship.
Greetings fellow proletarians. My name is White-tail and I'm the captain of the EMV 114 of Relative Liberty. I'm on a mission to explore deep space and make contact with whoever I might come across. I assure you that we have no hostile intentions. If you could patch me through to any representative of your governement of some sort, the Council of Relative One will take over negotiations and I will continue on my mission as soon as possible.

White-tail shifted all power from the weapons to the forward shields, not that it would matter if the battleship fired.

After listening to the ships message, Hilard Draxz, the Inevitable's captain, walked over to the holo unit and activated it.

"Hopefully they have holo systems..." he thought, not expecting good results.

"White-tail, we will patch you through, but first we must conduct a thorough investigation of your cargo hold. We have been having pirate attacks as well as smugglers trying to break through our patrols. Sorry for the inconvinience. Hilard out."

As they holopicture of Hilard Draxz spoke White-tail began transmitting the ships slavecode to the battlship.
I understand sir, and I'm sending you my slavecodes right now. My ship doesn't have much in the way of a cargohold but you and your men are ree to search my ship.

OOC: Bump.