NationStates Jolt Archive

Space is infinite, a grand expanse of unclaimed and unexplored domain beyond the edge of our galaxy, beyond even the worlds upon which civilisation thrives. To plunge into the blackness, to embrace the unknown and to seek it, heart and soul; that is true bravery, true courage. That is the work of the Imperial Exploratory Forces; bringing Chronosian influence and the light of the Emperor far beyond the boundaries of their own systems. This is the job of countless; diplomats, scholars, tech priests and warriors; each focussed on their goal.

Dominion.

And so it is, that now the vessels tear through the warp, to further explore the untamed reaches of space; in search of new cultures and new technologies; to better bolster the Imperium in the dark times that seem to press in from each side...

"Status report"

"My Lord, we have passed beyond the Chronosian and Hydran Systems, bearing towards the galactic Rim. Permission to speak, Lord?"

"Granted; share with me your thoughts"

"My Lord; we are headed into unknown space; do we even know what he seek?"

How those dark eyes had glimmered, perhaps even blazed with righteous fury, that the crewman had stumbled back, alarmed at the grotesque mask of obscene delight that the Captain's face had become.

"We seek knowledge, as always, Knowledge most powerful, knowledge must foul. For with great power, comes great accomplishment. My Master shall reward me; the Imperium shall reward me..."

"My Lord, we are preparing to drop out of the warp"

"As it is willed, so it is done. For the Emperor..."

"FOR THE EMPEROR!"

Bump

OOC: So, what is your plan right now?

OOC: Explore, expand, gain that fuzzy feeling that comes with making new friends

"Josphe."
"Yes Ramule?"
"Would you have any objection to a live-fire excersise?"
"No, the men need the practice."

The T.S. Kel and it's escorts headed over to the nearby asteroid belt and began turning the massive hunks of debris to tiny space dust. The ships sent large gouts of plasma, streams of lasers, scads of missiles and swarms of KEW into the belt.

Bumpage

"Whirrr...Click...Click..."
*Various beeps and boops*

A small metal object floated through the endless void that was space, srifting amongst the stars and other celestial objects. Of course, this was no ordainary piece of metal, but a Scine Orbiter Probe (which, although they look slightly junkish, actually function excellently) sent to scout out the unexplored (By Gadget Corporation anyway) regions of the cosmos, to open new relations, trade agreements, and possibly discover semi-primitive life forms on other planets. Besides the Free-Flowing Hydrogen-Based life forms, as there were a lot of those.


...This was only one of the probes sent out by a certain cruiser, though, which was the main exploration vessel on this mission.

The Imperial ship paused, its sensors whirring as it detected something in the vicinity; a probe, sending out signals; and the Imperium sent forth its own sensors; its own signals.

"In the name of the glorious Daemon Emperor and the revered Cult Mechanicus; we address thee. We invoke thy communications engrams and implore thee to recieve our message. We are the Imperium; glorious children of the Dark Gods. We come to explore and expand beyond our space. Identify yourself; walkers of the void."

((Whoo, I just realized. This is an old thread.

Oh, and I should mention, if you've read my other Coming-Into-Contact-With-Other-Races posts, I've got a lot of clones named Frank))

"Hey Frank."

"Yeah Greeg?"

"Probe Number 142 is picking up a transmission."

In the name of the glorious Daemon Emperor and the revered Cult Mechanicus; we address thee. We invoke thy communications engrams and implore thee to recieve our message. We are the Imperium; glorious children of the Dark Gods. We come to explore and expand beyond our space. Identify yourself; walkers of the void.

"...Uh...Demons? Do we like demons?"

"No, Daemons Frank, Daemons."

"What's a Daemon?"

"Hm...let me check the database...Nope, we've go nothing."

"Should we send something back then? You know, we don't want any hostilities or anything."

"Sure, why not."

Incoming Transmission From: Gadget Corporation Cruiser 22-88-9127B
Authorization Code: ******-***-*****-***
Randomized Number Interval Feedback: 1992875937-983759
Subject: Hello!

When the relayed transmission reaches the Chronosian ship, the image of a lime-green octopoid (two arms, six tentacle-legs) appears on screen. From what can be seen of the ship interior, it can be assumed that the craft is of around cruiser-class. The being began to speak in a burbly voice.

Hello to you, whoever you are! This is Gadget Corporation Cruiser Number 22-88-9127B. We've been sent on a bit of an exploration mission, to scan the farhest reaches of the universe. From Andromeda, to Florgana, to-Well, you get my point.

"Indeed we do; we have travelled this universe extensively. We are guided by the Prescience of the Emperor and the gifts of the Four Gods. We have come this far, and have found you; as I'm sure you understand, it is interesting to encounter new cultures; and as such, we offer a hand of friendship. Permission to send a delegation to your vessel, when it reaches us?"

The Kaymirilian ship (outfitted both for exploration and for combat, as this was an experimental journey), Lanthla, dropped out of the place that defies understanding, a half-realm where ships could move faster than light, and exit at a different point, back into the realm they were accustomed to existing in.

Captain V'dara stood up, and shook her head. It was still odd, travelling through this realm, only recently discovered by the Silver Class...speaking of which...she looked at the two mages at their consoles, as the rest of the crew took a moment to recover from the harrowing experience of that awful place.

The mages had silver robes on, and they, as well as the five others on the ship, allowed it to safely make such journeys. They would probably require some moments to rest, and regain their fashka.

"Report. Where are we?"

The officer at the helm scanned the readings. "We are right where we are supposed to be...and we're reading other crafts roughly one hundred thousand kilometers off."

The captain looked at her crewman. "Who?"

"At this range, we cannot be certain. Shall we keep our distance?"

"For now, yes. Until then, carry on."

"Oh indeed, indeed. We'll just engage our Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold system and be right over...Though we may miss by a few lightseconds or so. Gadget Corporation Cruiser 22-88-9127B out."

"Frank, engage the Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold system!"

"Engaging the Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold system!"
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The cruiser turned a bit, to face the direction of the Chronosian ship. As Frank activated the system, the cruiser began to glow with a green-white light. The area around the ship turned a shade of ugly, and the craft suddenly exploded. Those pieces of the ship in turn exploded, and then those pieces exploded, until they were down to the size of particles, and simply disappeared.

The tiny atoms flew through space, until they reached a distance of about one lightsecond away from the Chronosian craft, at which point the area around them began to glow that same shade of ugly. In a matter too hard to decribe, the ship un-exploded, until it was all in one piece again.
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"Hey Frank, open up a transmission line with those Daemons."

"Opening a line with the demons!"

"Daemons!"

"Right, Daemons!"

A green tentacle poked a button, which was the equivalent of a redial button for a holophone.

"This is Gadget Corporation Cruiser 22-88-9127B, once again. We've just reassimilated and are heading towards your destination."