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On an icebound world, Imperial Guardsmen trudge through polar wastes that seperate isolated Outposts. Exploratory fleets comb the outskirts of Chronosian space, and beyond that, plunging far into unknown territory. On dead worlds, agents of the Mechanicus delve into technological secrets from eras long lost. To seek the secrets of a dead Imperium, and darker, older secrets.

Captain Crais Darikas trudged through the cold slush of this new world, which the Imperium had brought its dark glory to, bringing the light of Chaos. He paused staring out across the brow of the snow dune. Ice and frost stretched out as far as the eye could see, broken only by the grey metal and stone of the Imperial outpost. He smirked wryly, shoulder his lasgun as he moved on, flanked by shocktroopers.
There was work to be done.

Far across the galaxy, an Exploratory Vessel hovered in the void; its weary crew of Astartes and Mechanicus hungering for new worlds; new races to conquer and subjugate. New technologies to learn and exploit. Truly, this was the will of the Emperor. He had told them to go forth, hunt, expand, prosper in the name of the Imperium. And so they had. Now, in orbit of an ancient world, far beyond the Chronosian rim, they waited...

On the planet below, the explorers continued onwards. Sprawling architecture graced black cliffs of obsidian, black sands blew over ancient stone and metal; coating everything in an abyssal, monochrome dressing.
They moved onwards, knowing that each world held secrets; yet not knowing what they next would find. By the will of the Daemon Emperor; they would grow in power and influence.

This world would be no different.

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I'm going to do two things now.

#1: Request to know the specific purpose of this thread, if possible.

#2: Mark it with my own personal TAG.

~ Romandeos.

OOC: 1: To show how I'm trying to expand my Empire. If you want, you could have an Exploratory Fleet wander into your system or find a world of yours :)

OOC: 1: To show how I'm trying to expand my Empire. If you want, you could have an Exploratory Fleet wander into your system or find a world of yours :)

Romandeos is still an MT nation, friend, but thanks for the offer anyhow :)

I think I remember you from my first stint on NS. It's threads like this that make me wish I was up to making my little nation FT already. Alas, that takes levels of time, energy and coffee that I just do not have.:headbang:

OOC: *throws watches, batteries and coffee beans at him* :P

ooc: Hmm... I'll rp a colonisation of a planet and have it become a new forge world for my empire. That alright with you Chronosia?

I shouldn't have to explain what a forge world is to you, being another 40k player.

OOC: Sounds fun; of course the Explorers will interfere;)

An unmanned probe patrolling just outside the Harroun Cluser had picked up something a few days ago. It looked like nothing to Captian Duchov, but apparently it was something to his superiors, they having sent most of his patrol fleet after it. His orders were to find out if it was sentient, it so, helpful, if it filled these criteria he was authorized to negotiate borders and such, them having come so close to the Pudite Imperium. If it did not fill this criteria it was to be destroyed.

As the 16 ships moved closer to the planet being called P10 their long-ranger systems picked up the presence of a ship in orbit around the planet. A message was sent out, on every frequency, saying this:

"If you can hear this you are sentient, and if we are not fired upon soon you are friendly. These thigs marke you as worthy of negotiating with. You are encroahing on Pudite space. This requres immediate action, on either your part, or ours, depending on hos cooperative you are. Unless you object we will be sending a single craft to your ship within the hour, on board will be a negotiator and 3 Infantrymen. We will talk soon."

After the captain sent his message he moved his Sword class Frigates into long-range orbit of the planet. They were to scan the orb, looking for any life other than the men from the ship, assuming there were any. The Cruisers and Battlecruiser moved into orbit near the other vesasl, just a little farther out.

They waited for the return broadcast.

"We are the Imperium; Subject to the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia. He who reigns of the Materium and Immaterium. Who are you to command his true servants?" Voices hissed across communications frequencies.

"You may send your negotiators and we shall meet him in peace and diplomacy; but the Servants of the Emperor and the True Gods do not abandon the Worlds claimed in his name."

Hissed whispers, twisted near-bestial roars echoed across the open comms, the sounds of lament were in the air.

"We are the Servants of the Ruinous Powers; we are the Followers of the Four Winds. We shall meet you in peace and we shall make our agreements. Come forth, and be judged..."

OOC: This is my first time RPing FT, so I'm not going to be great at it. I'm Aust by the way.

IC: A lone vessal trudged through space, it was slow and ungainly. If you watched it from a distance, say, 5,000,000 miles the it would look like it was the size of a matchbox, it looked like it was crossing the vast deapths of space incredably slowly.

It was joined by other ships, a convoy of ships sent from the base of Solarus Plutonus to explor and colonise, there where med ships, convoys, warships, Fighters....

And there was the ships leader, the HMSS Dread it was huge, miles long studded with weapons turrents and fighterbays. It was sleak and white, owing its design to areodynamics that no longer applied in space. It looked like nothing more than a old F-15 fighter. The launching ports there sweapt back and extened to the sides while the bridge was in a see through bulb at the front, 180 levels to be seen under a layer of see through material.

It had reached a world. Which world it was it didn't know but the fleet had reached it, and it was inhabitable, according to sensor scans. Intiatal exporatory teams where to be sent out but then a message was detected coming from the far side of the world.

If you can hear this you are sentient, and if we are not fired upon soon you are friendly. These thigs marke you as worthy of negotiating with. You are encroahing on Pudite space. This requres immediate action, on either your part, or ours, depending on hos cooperative you are. Unless you object we will be sending a single craft to your ship within the hour, on board will be a negotiator and 3 Infantrymen. We will talk soon

The bridge was sent into hubbub as they tried to detect where the message came from and if any craft was being launched, none was until a sesor round the far side of the planet found somthing.

Somthing incredable.

somthing that proved the existance of other sedinte beings. Ships. of unknown type, not human or at least Austian.

Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine had a choice, he could sit here and watch or he could advance, the choice was made for him. He recived orders from Solarus Austi that he was to make contact with the ships.

He ordered the Dread around the planet, eclipsing the sun with it's size. And he sent a message on all frequencys out into the stars so that it would be picked up by the other ships. It was in Austian and read:

Isini! J'apell Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine, J'in'e HMSS Dread, It Aust Peoplis Solurous emporus sei em isini and hig fo e petigu reltish im de accord. J'ami'ol'in soi e Shipus Redemptus conist of fris 4 Austus Troopies de Comminus Jackson.

Roughly translated it was actually:

'greetings! I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust. Austs peoples sends it's greetings and the greetings of the Emporer Himself, and wish for peace and properity with you. I wish to send the Shuttle Redemptus with a party of 4 Austian Soildiers and the Commisinar Jackson to have peace talks with you.'

Of course at the moment they didn't know this.

Captian Duchov listened to the alien message over and over, not understanding why is translating systems did not fix it...We must never have encountered this race...

Mr. Gray, as he was known as, marched his three soldiers into the transport and ordered the pilot to take them to the other ship, he was to wait for three hours, and if he did not come back by them contact him on his personal com-link. If that was unseccessful he was to return to the Battlecruiser adn report his loss.

Duchov sent a return message to the Austian ship, it read:

"You too are encroaching on Pudite space, and you too need to be dealt with, The future of this meeting are in your hands, violence will be met with violence, and peace will be met with peace. A diplomat will be sent to your ship, unless you object. He will be guarded by three Imperial Infantrymen. we would like to learn more of your people, for you appear nowhere in our databanks. You will see us soon"

After this second message he sent 1 last transmission back to his sectory HQ telling them of the arrival of the second spaceship and the intentions of the first. Sector HQ put the 3rd and 5th battlefleet of alert, as well as the rest of Duchov's patrol. The Imperium was ready.

OOC: Sounds fun; of course the Explorers will interfere;)

OOC: SWEET!

IC:

The Sovereign Class Star Destroyer Nemesis dropped from hyperspace after the intense situations with the Neo Zeta Jedi. Lord Shelintiave, one of the 6 Lords of the Galactic Empire of Huntaer had been ordered by the emperor to begin to colonise another Forge World, this one will be solely used for the purpose of creating Hutnaer's own Star Destroyer line production as well as their own Tie Fighter Line Productions.

"Stand down from red alert ensign. We're out of Neo Zeta space. We're in Chronosian space for the moment, we're allies due to our membership of the Galactic Empire."

"Aye ma'am. Standing down from red aleart."

Several Consternation, Nova, Huntaer, Star Destroyers dropped from behind. "Send the following transmission to the Chronosian empire:
Greetings fellow member of the Galactic Empire. This message is from Lord Shelintiave, a representative of Huntaer. We request permission to start to colonise a planet and turn it into a Forge World for both our empire and the Glactic Empire's benefits."

"Transmission is being sent now, my lord."

OOC: TAG(comon chronosia, vaporize the diplomats...)

OOC: Sounds fun; of course the Explorers will interfere;)

OOC: SWEET!

IC:

The Sovereign Class Star Destroyer Nemesis dropped from hyperspace after the intense situations with the Neo Zeta Jedi. Lord Shelintiave, one of the 6 Lords of the Galactic Empire of Huntaer had been ordered by the emperor to begin to colonise another Forge World, this one will be solely used for the purpose of creating Hutnaer's own Star Destroyer line production as well as their own Tie Fighter Line Productions.

"Stand down from red alert ensign. We're out of Neo Zeta space. We're in Chronosian space for the moment, we're allies due to our membership of the Galactic Empire."

"Aye ma'am. Standing down from red aleart."

Several Consternation, Nova, Huntaer, Kirtir, and Goliath Star Destroyers dropped from behind. "Send the following transmission to the Chronosian empire:
Greetings fellow member of the Galactic Empire. This message is from Lord Shelintiave, a representative of Huntaer. We request permission to start to colonise a planet and turn it into a Forge World for both our empire and the Glactic Empire's benefits."

"Transmission is being sent now, my lord."

The Austian vessels message was analysed, painstakingly examined by Tech Priest Adepts, and by the vast computer systems of the Exploratory vessel. The transmission would reveal their intentions, but till it was translated, the Imperium would simply hail it in their own native tongue; the speech of High Gothic.

"Interlopers in the dominion of the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia; state your intentions before his servants; lest you burn in the fires of the Warp, knowing lamentation endless in the houses of the Four Gods."

To those of Huntaer, they sent forth this dark greeting.

"Greetings Huntaerian delegation. This world has been claimed in the name of the Imperium; Imperial Designation Bel'el'ric VI. We have plans for this world, to become a covetted outpost of the Imperium. In respect of our rule; you are henceforth DENIED."

And as the Captain waited upon the deck, eager to meet the diplomats of the Pudu Empire; Terminator Armored Bodyguards lined the room, and his advisor slunk from the shadows.
"Do not allow them to force us from this world, my friend...Do not allow the glory of the Emperor to fade and his light diminish. Let us meet these heretics, and discern their motives. We shall triumph by hook...or by crook"

Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine twisted in his seat as he listened to the strange alien languages that where played through his ships speakers. "What language is that?" He asked his aides, two diffrent messages had come in, presumally there where two diffrent fractions.

"We don't know sir." Came the responce, "Our translators have no records of it at all, some words seem similar to english but most are incredably diffrent." The admiral nodded and looked again out of the bridges see through hood.

"There launching a shuttle sir. Inital scans show 4 human shaped life forms on board." He nodded as he saw a flare of red as the shuttle punched it's way from the strange ship. "What do we do sir?" The captain asked.

"We escort them in." he repied, "We don't hshow them anything but a show of strength, send the co-ordiates for docking bay 12, and get a squad of troopers down there, make that a company." (1 company, 500 men)

"Sir."

"And send out a escort. 1 squadron, put the others on red alert. I will meet them myself."

He left the room to get changed into his dress uniform. He hated it but he had to look his best if he was going to make mankinds first contact with a alien race.

OOC: Member of Galactic Empire = Me too!

IC:
---Austian Ship---
The small shuttle made no response to the escort, moving into the docking bay of the alien ship. As the craft set down the double doors in the front of the black ship opened up and a short ramp slid out. First came two Imperial Shocktroopers, followed by Mr. Grey, in a long grey trenchcoat and large black boots. Following him was another Shocktrooper. After that the doors closed. The diplomat looked around, observing the company and its wepons before movine closer to what appeared to be the leader of the aliens. The three men were behind him now, in full dress uniform carrying standard Imperial rifles, the little eagle symbol of the butt of the gun shining in the light of the docking bay. Mr. Grey looked up and down at the man in front of him, and without thinking began speaking, "My name is Mr. Grey, I represent the interests of the Pudite Imperium in he matters at hand, what may I call you?" After saying his part he realised the other officer probably could not understand him. 'This will be fun' he thought.

---Chronosian Ship---
The smooth black craft glided into the landing bay, hardly makeing a noise as it touched down on the cold metal floor. As the doors at the front of the transport opened and the ramp slid out the step of Imperial Shocktroopers was heard, two of them in full dress uniforms carrying standard Imperial rifles, bayonets at their belts highly polished. Behind these two men was a Mr. Grey, in a long grey trenchcoat and polished black boots. he stepped out, followed by another Shocktrooper. After this the doors slid closed and Mr. Grey spoke, "My name is Mr. Grey, I represent the interests of the Pudite Imperium in he matters at hand, what may I call you?" The Shocktroopers took up a half-circle position about a half-meter behind him.

OOC: Mr. Grey is a designation given to the Imperial negotiators and advisors, their real identity is a secret, even to their superiors.

The man was speaking in a strange language that the Tine couldn't understand. He swore under his breath. "Great, fucking great." He muttered and then stepped forward outstreaching his hand. "I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine," he said to the man, "Of the Empire of Aust. My Empoer sends messages of peace with him."

---Austian Ship---
Mr. Grey had just downloaded the message sent to his ship by the one he was currently on, and combined with the recording he was playing back on his personal com-channel he was almost certian that he had the words for 'Hello, Emperor, Empire, Peace, and Talk worked out ok. He tried responding to their leader. "Hello, Peace, Pudite Empire talk Emperor" As he said Pudite he pointed to himself and as he said Emperor he pointed to Sir Richard. He hoped a breakthrough was made.

The Chronosian diplomat, heavily armored in his ornate and archaic power armor, stepepd forward. Thick, lustrous black hair crowned his head, pooling and flowing about his neck, as he lightly bowed his head.
"I am High Diplomat Varius." He smiled lightly. "I have been commisioned by the Chronosian Diplomatic Corps, to engage you in peaceful overture." He stepped forward.
"We are the Chronosian Imperium, Servants of the Four Gods."

---Austian Ship---
Mr. Grey had just downloaded the message sent to his ship by the one he was currently on, and combined with the recording he was playing back on his personal com-channel he was almost certian that he had the words for 'Hello, Emperor, Empire, Peace, and Talk worked out ok. He tried responding to their leader. "Hello, Peace, Pudite Empire talk Emperor" As he said Pudite he pointed to himself and as he said Emperor he pointed to Sir Richard. He hoped a breakthrough was made.
Tine smiled, a breakthrough, "Thank god for that. We," He jestured to the ship, "Would like to make peace talks, with Prdite Empire." He smiled and then pointed to himself, "Sir reichard Tine, not emporer."

---Austian Ship---
Mr. Grey looked about the ship for a miniute and said "We talk peace Sir Richard" Mr. Grey continued recording the conversation and sending it back to the ship, hoping for a vocabulary beyond 'peace' and 'empire'. He aslo ordered his guards to begin downloading the translations deciphered so far, so they would understand at least a little of the negotiations.

---Chronosian Ship---
"We are the Pudite Imerpium, we revere one god and his servant in this world, Emperor Pudu VI. Where shall we talk?" Mr. Grey looked around the bay at the heavily armoured soldiers. Mr. Gery recived a transmission from the ship, who had been listening and watching through Mr. Grey, 'Seems a bit heavy armoured to be a diplomat, watch yourself'. The three Shocktroopers were looking around at the armoured warriors surrounding them and their ship, wondering what it would be like if they did not want them here...

Varius gestured, leading them into an adjoining room. A great black table stretched across the room, surrounded by seats, at the head of the table there was a throne. Adorned in basalt and bone, topped with skulls and precious metals. Varius sat.

"We have claimed this world in the name of the Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, and as such it is subject to our laws. Our Imperial Guardsmen have established positions on the surface, and here on this ship we hold a warband of Space Marines, along with agents of the Adeptus Mechanicus, our tech priests." He smiled lightly, watching this alien diplomat.

"What do you wish to discuss?"

---Chronosian Ship---
Mr. Grey sat down at the other end of the large table with his guards behind him. He looked at the throne for a second, looking at the diplomat and his ornate seat. "You have encroached on Pudite space. If your nation continues this behavior you will have to be dealt with. Since, however, you have not yet entered the Imperiums territory we will think nothing of it if you decist this encroachment here. What say you?" Mr. Grey folded his hands in front of him on the large black table and awaited a response.

"The Emperor does not abandon worlds which his servants claim in his name." Varius turned, gesturing to the Terminator armored Bodyguards that lined the room.

"His servants claim in his light and the power of our Four Gods; and they mark worlds as being his. We build great edifices to the Gods, and great cities of men. But you would seek to displace us, that we cannot stand for."

---Chronosian Ship---
Mr. Grey sat, unintimidated, across the table. "I'm afraid you do not understand. You have not yet crossed the border and if you cease your expansion at this world you will be left alone. Do you agree?"

"The Imperium would ask that full star charts and maps of your Empire be gifted to us, that we know the entire extent of your realm, and details of the worlds closest to us. We shall not encroach upon your dominion, so long as we are granted full soverignty over this world and the surrounding space, in the name of our Emperor."

---Chonosia---
"These terms are acceptable. My Captian will send the information over as soon as we can compile it. Thank you fopr your cooperation." Mr. Grey stood up, gesturing to his guards to return to the shuttle. He turned, nodded to the diplomat, and followed them out.

OOC: I dont 'ave any sort a map drawn up, but I have a general idea of where you are. This planet Is on the edge of the Harroun cluster, the largest area of colonized planets, including the Core Worlds. The Pudite Empire is a generaly square shape. The Harroun cluster is the entire south-west section, to the north-east of that is Dead Space. north of dead space is another section of planets, as well as along the east edge of the dead space region. A small group of planets makes up the north-west section. An asteroid feild keeps the section between the Harroun cluster and this section closed. Everything else is hospitable.

---Austian Ship---
Mr. Grey looked about the ship for a miniute and said "We talk peace Sir Richard" Mr. Grey continued recording the conversation and sending it back to the ship, hoping for a vocabulary beyond 'peace' and 'empire'. He aslo ordered his guards to begin downloading the translations deciphered so far, so they would understand at least a little of the negotiations.


Sir richard bowed, and directed Mr Grey to the confrence room in his ship, he spoke little on the way there other than to tell him where he was going and that his ship and escprt would be looked after.

The conference room was over a mile from the Landing Bay and so they took a jeep.

---Austian Ship---
Mr. Grey sat back, watching the metalic veiw roll by. It would take only a few miniutes he suspected, so he did not bother to try to learn any more of the language through conversation. He was anxious to learn why these people showed up in the exact same sector as the Chronosian ship. This was strange, but was it on purpose...

Sir Richard also did not attempt to start converstation, and so they sat there in silence, each trying to preict the others moves.

OOC: I assume we are in the conference room now.

IC: Mr. Grey had just recived another transmission. This message stated that, due to the arrival of the Huntaerian and Austian ships, the rest of the patrol fleet would be sent out to join up with the half already monitoring the situation. The other half of the message stated that the men aboard the battlecruiser Redemption had deciphered even more of the Austian language. The words; I, am, of, Space Ship, wish, send, group (or party), you(r), Hello, Emperor, Empire, Peace, and Talk were now understandable. Mr. Grey took a seat at the table, hands folded in front of him, looking directly at Sir Richard. "I am Pudite Empire, your Space Ship" Mr. Grey paused, having no real word for the concept of 'in'. He tried to get the concept across any way he could before continuing, "Pudite Empire. send your Space Ship, Aust. Pudite Empire wish peace. You" again he had no word for 'in', which was a problem, but he tried, "Pudite Empire. Send Aust"

Sir Richard tried to decipher this strange form of Austian, "Aust want peace, we are freinds, we do not want war, is this your world?" He asked.

"This Chronosian world, near Pudite Imperium. Where your worlds?" With Mr. Grey recording and sending back the speaking in the negotiations to his ship, the men there were able to translate more and more of it as the meeting went on.

"We have one world, we call it earth, my people are dominant there." sir Richard replied, "Though we have a few small coloneys on nerby worlds."

"Pudite dominate many systems, my people dominant as well. We ask you not colony in this area. This Area Pudite."

"If this areas prudite then who are those other ships?"

Mr. grey stood up and backed away form the table. he turned to leave, and as he reached the door he turned around to Sir Richard and said in a quiet, threatening tone. "Intruders". Mr. Grey turned and left, rejoining his bodyguards and leaving the Austian ship for his own.

Sir Richard was left standing on his own, "All men to battle stations I think."