NationStates Jolt Archive

Five Mk.V Cargoships dropped out of hyperspace fifty kilometres from the Hathor station. Onboard was, a part from various loaders, crewmen and robots, a messenger from the Council on Liberty One.

This is caravan 223 from Realtive Liberty. Requesting permission to dock. the pilot said in the HailSys.

As the fleet consisting of thirty cargo ships, 2 imperial battle destroyers, and 200 battlle fighters flew on, captian Glock Fernazi noticed a few ships up ahead

captian- set cordinatees to the docking bay. Lets find out wat they are doing.

The ships flew on and came into radio distance. The captain desided to message the cargo ships.

captain- hello, i am captain Glock Fernazi. Who are you and what is your buissness in the airspace of Baridian?

OOC: This thread would be considered closed as it deals with affairs only important to me and Tanara.

{quite right, many nations would consider merely bringing a fleet of warships into their system uninvited an act of aggrression, let alone attempting to claim ownership of that space.}

OOC: Yes the Empire of Tanara might just consider the presence of unauthorized, unrecognised and therefore unwelcome military craft an act of war.

Not trying to be mean Baridian, but consider this a Ignore Cannon action...

and Relative Liberty. The coordinates you got would not have put you so deep with the system, for the following reasons:
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Hathor base was more than just a simple space station, or even an orbital fortress. Aklumar Point may have been nothing much in the way of a solar system, with not even a single planetary mass worth terraforming, but the rare minerals and even rarer isotopes that had been found in its once extensive asteroid belt and oort clouds were considerable ..or had once been before the empire's effeceint space mining systems had moved in and consumed every last fragment of both of those. A trio of gas giants, brown proto suns made handy refueling stations, and the dozen large moons they shared between them made good places to build. Five had been build on, covered over the centuries with more and more domes, and four had been build in, their spaces commercial and military dug deep into the crusts of those 'dead and airless' worlds. The other three were purely military, and no one but the military knew what went on on or in them. Forty six orbital fortresses gave the system coverage and there were multiple major ship yards of both civilian and military variety. And close to the stellar primary lay Aklumar Point itself, a titanic world ship that had lain derelict for untold time before an enterprizing explorer and scout had found it. Three centuries later the Tanarans were still 'mining' it for information and alien technology

*"Greeting Relative Liberty. We were advised to expect you and were asked to pass along the Admirals greetings and that she will glady meet you at Alpha moon's Harrington base hangers, if your vessels can handle .6 g. If they are purely nul g you are welcome to dock at Alpha moons Zeta station. We can slave your controls into the guidance system or send a pilot out if you'd like, or you can bring yourself in. IF you chose to do that please abide by the standard in- system piloting laws. Keep your notational cee down to .5 cee until with in 5 light minutes of the station then drop down to .2 cee, observe standard red/green passing protocals."*

Lieutenant Bovary greeted the vessels from Relative Liberty with a pleasant smile as he waited for their reply. He always looked forward to meeting new peoples. He was getting his masters in Diplomatic Relations soon, with a minor in Linguistics.

Elsewhere the honor guard and other's involved with meeting any new nation waited for the information as to which place they would be meeting the newcomers at- Harrington, or Zeta. They hoped it would be Harrington

My ship can handle .6 g. I'm sending you the slave code right now. the pilot answered.
In the ship's passanger deck the Council's emisary awoke. He was nearly two point three metres tall and had long golden fur with a white stripe on his tail. He was dressed in the normal embassadour uniform, gray with black collars and the white star that meant he had highest authority no matter where he was.

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