NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun rose over the Yth'varol mountains with the riot of color unique to them.

Queen Kaymiril VII was already up and out...she had been for a while now.

Today was a day that would be marked in history. Kaymiril would be sending their own craft into space for the first time in history. Before, the only ships that had gone to and from Kaymiril from distant planets had been members of the International Trade Hub...and before that, their closest friend and ally, the Snake Eaters, with the occasional Warhaven or Balroggan ship dropping by.

But now...Kaymiril was starting to venture out on its own. Never before had something so grand been attempted...and indeed, this project had only started within the past three years, as she had started coming into power.

Now, six months after her coronation, Queen Kaymiril VII, Annastrianna d' Maril, stood, looking at the ship before its historic launch.

The Maelthra (http://photobucket.com/albums/b56/Kaymiril/?action=view&current=MaelthraClass.jpg) stood on the launch pad, proud, if smaller than most other spacefaring nations' ships. It was a mere 200 meters long, with a cargo capacity of only a few thousand tons. This was to be a tradeship...Kaymiril's first. It would never come out of space, until, of course, it was too old to any longer be of use. There were already smaller ships...shuttles (http://photobucket.com/albums/b56/Kaymiril/?action=view&current=TradeShip.jpg), designed with the help of the Snake Eaters engineers, that were already waiting to launch. These would transport crew, supplies, and goods to the Maelthra.

Foreign ambassadors had been invited and welcomed into the nation for the event...and launch was only a mere dozen hours away.

OOC:
Okay, this is my FT intro...I'm starting off small, and don't really have a space navy yet, so I'd appreciate not being bombed.

If you want to send ambassadors or what not, feel free, but please be advised that the rules of diplomacy do apply, and trouble makers are liable to find themselves in very deep trouble, especially if on Kaymirilian soil. If in space...then...well, I'm lucky I have FT allies.

Prior to dawn, Colonel James Cougar had risen in his home among the Drow. As Snake Eaters' offical ambassador, he was representing his country at this historic event. He had taken his military dress uniform out of the wardrobe, and was finishing getting dressed by the time his wife woke up. She smiled at him,"Uncomfortable?"

C -- "Very. I hate this thing"

Rn -- "I know you do. But, it is a historic event... I cannot go though"

C -- "Shame... I'd have someone to talk to besides ambassadors... diplomacy*shudders*"

Rn -- "*Laughs*It was never your style, was it?"

C -- "I'll see you later*kisses her*

Rn -- "Have fun*kisses him back*"

He shook his head as he placed the peaked cap on his head, the cap badge of the Colonial Marines glistening silver on the black material...

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The Colonel marched smartly up to the Queen, stamping in with all the precision of the Snake Eater Army. His right hand came up in a sharp, crisp salute,"Colonel Cougar, Black Angels Company, Colonial Marines, representing The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters"

The Queen inclined her head to the Colonel.

"Dos ph' al'doer uchado, Colonel Cougar."

She guestures out toward the ship.

"This is small, no doubts, by your standards...yet most people that will be gathering today will have never seen anything so big."

He relaxed a touch,"It's not that small. Normal military ships in Snake Eater's are an average length of 700 metres... this is substantial for a first ship. In any case, Lord Barbarossa asks me to convey his regret at not being here in person, and also to inform you that, in the unlikely event anything untoward happens, three Snake Eater ships are in system, ready to render aid at a moments notice"

A smile touches the Queen's mouth. It was partially relief. If anything happened...there was no way one ship and a couple of shuttles were ever going to be able to fend off an attack.

"Lord Barbarossa's thoughtfulness and generosity are appreciated. It is a shame he cannot be here...but there are other matters to which a leader must often attend."

The Galactic Inferno No Endorse responded to the call for ambassadors from Kaymiril. The birth of a new space power was something of great importance to the Galactic Inferno. They didn't remember their beginning as an intergalactic nation, it had faded into the realm of the forgotten, thanks to great wars, tragedies, and the weight of time.

There were only two ships ready for such a mission, the fleet carrier Quantum Storm and the Strike class cruiser Harmony. Dispatched from the ancient slips at Haven, they powered to one of the system's hyperzones and longjumped to Kaymiril.

Emerging outside the primary Kaymiril star system, both craft proceeded to power down all offensive weaponry and raise low level shields.

A tightband transmission from the Harmony lanced out across the system.

This is Nikola Perez, Captain of the NES Harmony, requesting permission to enter the system. Our cargo is one representative from the Galactic Inferno to observe the launching of your newest space craft. Our escourt also has a representative. We would also like to discuss possible diplomatic relations and expanded trade between our nations.

A smile touches the Queen's mouth. It was partially relief. If anything happened...there was no way one ship and a couple of shuttles were ever going to be able to fend off an attack.

"Lord Barbarossa's thoughtfulness and generosity are appreciated. It is a shame he cannot be here...but there are other matters to which a leader must often attend."

"Often, that is the case. I have direct communication with the captain's of the vessels' concerned"

The Galactic Inferno No Endorse responded to the call for ambassadors from Kaymiril. The birth of a new space power was something of great importance to the Galactic Inferno. They didn't remember their beginning as an intergalactic nation, it had faded into the realm of the forgotten, thanks to great wars, tragedies, and the weight of time.

There were only two ships ready for such a mission, the fleet carrier Quantum Storm and the Strike class cruiser Harmony. Dispatched from the ancient slips at Haven, they powered to one of the system's hyperzones and longjumped to Kaymiril.

Emerging outside the primary Kaymiril star system, both craft proceeded to power down all offensive weaponry and raise low level shields.

A tightband transmission from the Harmony lanced out across the system.

This is Nikola Perez, Captain of the NES Harmony, requesting permission to enter the system. Our cargo is one representative from the Galactic Inferno to observe the launching of your newest space craft. Our escourt also has a representative. We would also like to discuss possible diplomatic relations and expanded trade between our nations.

The signal was received and relayed. The Queen looked down from the ship and the Kaymirilian citizens gathering to the message-stone in her hand.

The representatives of No endorse are welcome here, and I will be glad to discuss further diplomatic relations and expanded trade after the launch. We will be expecting you.

~ Valsharess Kaymiril VII

She then relayed her response to the intermediary station, which relayed it back to the No endorse ships.

"Often, that is the case. I have direct communication with the captain's of the vessels' concerned"
She turns back to Cougar and nods. "As effective and efficient as we have come to expect from the Snake Eaters."

This wasn't a usual first contact mission. Kazecistan had learned, 'through the grape vine' as it were, of a nation who was still limited in space travel. They wished to greet them and establish relations before a sticky encounter in open space occurred. Because this nation already had allies, large ones, a smaller ship than usual was sent. A Kazeci Torpedo Ship, not much more than a large frigate, soon appeared in the home system of this new people. This is the KNS SharNavar, of the Republic. We request relations with your peoples. May we enter orbit?

She turns back to Cougar and nods. "As effective and efficient as we have come to expect from the Snake Eaters."

He smiled slightly,"We strive for excellence in our goals, your Highness"

This is the KNS SharNavar, of the Republic. We request relations with your peoples. May we enter orbit?
You may enter orbit and send your representative(s). We will discuss relations after the launch.

OOC: Welcome to FT, I'll make an IC post after you launch.

"Captain Perez! Incoming signal!" yelled a young man hunched down over the communications suite.

"Throw it over the main audio," he responded thoughtfully, looking around at the bridge crew. They were all turned towards him, curious. "I'd like you all to hear this," he explained, "we're looking at history here."

"It's plaintext," called the communications officer, "I'll send a copy to your station and get the computer to read it out."

"Excellent."

The representatives of No endorse are welcome here, and I will be glad to discuss further diplomatic relations and expanded trade after the launch. We will be expecting you.

~ Valsharess Kaymiril VII

Nikola Perez decided there was no time like the present.
"Okay. Helm, bring us into a high parking orbit over Kaymiril, somewhere over their equator. Communications, tell the Quantum Storm what just transpired. Sandy will follow us in."

Suddenly, Nikola felt a familiar presence in his mind.

Sandy Farsee: Hey Niki. These guys got an orbital dock or something?

Nikola Perez: Heh, no San, looks like we get to ride one of those infernal shuttles through an atmosphere. Remember last time?

S: The Phantoms... those things still haunt me. Oh well, at least this'll be an easy diplomatic mission. That one was suicide.

N: Remember, be good down there. We don't need to get arrested like with that last diplomatic mission.

S: I gotcha Niki. Oh darn, that messed up panel is on the fritz again. If you'll excuse me.

N: Heh, I won't bug you. I've got to be captain here. Wonder how those silly terrans can't figure out we're not one of them?

And with that, the two starship captains returned their thoughts to their ships, slowly powering into a parking orbit.

The Snake Eater Navy had provided three ships to cover the launch, in the remote possibility that someone chose this day to launch an attack. The ship was defenceless, and these ships had enough firepower to level a medium city.

First up, leading the three ships, was the Galaxy-class S.E.N Hydra. Onboard was Lieutenant Haldros, the only Drow crewman onboard. He'd put in the request... he wanted to see his people, his nation, move into space. Over the past six months, he'd grown to love the freedom of space as opposed to flying in the Kaymirilian Airforce. He watched from the tactical position behind his captain, monitoring the flow of traffic in and out of the system.

Alongside the Hydra was the Akira-class S.E.N Tomcat, a ship designed to fight, and nothing else. It was designed to be the primary muscle, just in case. Better to be safe than sorry... this launch had been three years in the making. Accelerated vastly by the advent of Snake technology, along with the aid of Balroggan scientists, the Queendom of Kaymiril was achieving space flight much earlier than should have been possible.

Finally, the S.E.N Hornet, a Soverign-class vessel, almost four times as long as the ship being launched today, patrolled the far side of the planet. Together, these three ships watched all those who came in, communicating with Colonel Cougar on the ground, making sure that this launch went smoothly. Inside the Hornet, two flight's of Cobra fighters made ready to launch, to provide an honour guard for the Maelthra. In the lead plane, Blaze sat ready, Swordsmen on his right wing, Edge on his left. Together, they were three of the best pilots in the 2nd Fleet... they would lead the formation.

OOC: Basically, muck around and endanger Kaymiril, and these guys will get you... if the mages don't first

The Kazeci ship did as it was told, entering geosynchronous orbit moments after receiving approval. A small craft exited the lower bay and headed for the planet.
"Oh, it's going to be a long day." Kathleen groaned to herself while rubbing the back of her neck. She despised putting on her happy face and sucking up to these authority figures that she barely knew, but it was her job and she was good at it. So here she was, on a Bullet transport headed to the surface of yet another planet to make yet another people like her. She was about to pick up a book and read when she felt the craft slow in preparation for landing.

As the door opened, a well-dressed businesswoman stepped out saying, "Hello, my name is Kathleen and I'm here to represent both Kazecistan and the Republic." as if she lived for relations with these people and no other. There wasn't a trace of distaste in her face, though deep down she was simmering already.

-snip-
There was a native there, a Drow man on what would resemble (or possibly be?) a flying carpet.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, Kathleen d' Kazecistan*. We welcome you. If you will step on, I will take you to the Queen. Would you like something to drink?"

-snip-

As the two shuttles landed, the No endorse representatives were given a similar greeting, however, there was only one carpet for the both of them.

The offer of drinks was extended to them, as well.

She stared at the odd carpet and scowled. 'Weren’t there better means of transportation?' she thought to herself, reluctantly stepping on. "Drink? Yes, actually, water would be nice."

She stared at the odd carpet and scowled. 'Weren’t there better means of transportation?' she thought to herself, reluctantly stepping on. "Drink? Yes, actually, water would be nice."
The drink was handed to her, and the chauffeur looked at her, grinning somewhat.

"Not something you see every day, elsewhere, is it? The carpet, I mean."

It started to rise and move, hovering over everything as it made its way toward the platform where the highest of Kaymirilian nobility and foreign representatives were.

"We've used this as a mode of transportation for hundreds of years now...they are elegant, and comfortable."

He set down on the edge of the platform, letting the Kazecistan representative off.

OOC:
You can't really miss the Queen...she looks like a queen.

"Thanks." she said quickly over her shoulder, if only because it was programmed into her. Seeing the royal figure before her, she was filled with dislike. 'This stuck up snob cannot be trusted.' she thought to herself. Remembering her objectives, however, not a trace of it was allowed to show as she knelt, bowing her head. Once again, she introduced herself. "Your Majesty, my name is Kathleen and I'm here to represent both Kazecistan and the Republic."

"Thanks." she said quickly over her shoulder, if only because it was programmed into her. Seeing the royal figure before her, she was filled with dislike. 'This stuck up snob cannot be trusted.' she thought to herself. Remembering her objectives, however, not a trace of it was allowed to show as she knelt, bowing her head. Once again, she introduced herself. "Your Majesty, my name is Kathleen and I'm here to represent both Kazecistan and the Republic."
The Queen inclined her head to the representative in what looked like it might have been a slight bow ((this is a guesture I've only encountered in Kaymiril)).

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. It is an honor to us that your government would send someone to us this day."

The Drow woman had a warm smile and a friendly voice, but above all that, her sea-blue eyes sparkled with life and openness...sharp intelligence...but openness.

Nikola Perez and Sandy Farsee stepped down from their shuttle and approached the carpet. Nikola figured out the purpose of it first. "So I assume that we just step on and we ride on this? Ingenious..." The chaffeur only nodded at this inquiry. Both of them politely refused drinks, having drunk a pint each on the shuttle in case of long outdoor ceremonies, and stepped onboard the carpet. Both of them took positions near the rear, the better to observe happenings.

Sandy Farsee looked out to the side of the carpet, gazing at the people all around them. As she gazed off into the distance, Nikola could not help but notice how pretty she was in this light. Turning towards him, Sandy winked and smiled.

S: I felt that Niki. You're thoughts are so open.

N: Heh, nothing fools you Sand. I'll remember that next time.

S: We're about to launch, look sharp.

N: Yes mother. I wonder if these Kaymirilians have any psi abilities... guess we'll find out.

S: Hush. We'll find out soon enough.

~snip~
The chauffeur took them to the platform, and pointed out the Queen.

These did not seem like ordinary 'humans'...not that he'd seen many, granted. However, he took them, and pointed out the Queen to them.

"She will probably greet you much as she does all foreign ambassadors here for the first time."

Kathleen spoke in a voice that invited trust and with a face that gave the impression that she was humbled. "The honor is mine," She stood, turning to see the new comers.

Kathleen spoke in a voice that invited trust and with a face that gave the impression that she was humbled. "The honor is mine," She stood, turning to see the new comers.
Something in the eyes...and the tilt of the head...this one doesn't want to be here, I think.

"No need for formalities quite yet. That can wait until after the successful launch of the Maelthra. Until then...please, enjoy yourself. You are our guest."

Kathleen was gratuitous, but remained on her toes, doing her best to hide it. She could not relax until she was back on her ship, but she had to play the part, a thing which most disgusted her.
"Thank you," she said with a tilt of the head. She began to wander about the area, examining things between sips of water.

The day was a warm one, but on the platform it didn't seem unpleasantly so, and while the sun was bright above, it was not blindingly so.

It was an odd phenomenon...for before, the day had looked to get uncomfortably warm, and the sun had beat down merciliessly. The skies had not changed for this change in environment, and the breeze, while it whipped the flags around on the fields, did not so much as ruffle a garment on the open platform.

Warfare and his Wife Arianna walked around a corner of the Valshanth. How they had gotten there was unclear. They were long time friends of Kaymiril though, so their presence was not unwelcome. Warfare was in in a formal tuxedo, and Arianna was in a Black evening gown. A string of Black pearls hung around her neck. Both were smiling, and both went to find Kaymiril VII to make their presence known, though they had little doubt that She didn't already know they were there.

Messages can attract the most interesting of guests. The thrashing of a drowning man could draw the attention of those who would aid him; or a shark, to feast upon him. Thus so, is space. An endless ocean where the wrong signals can attract predators; or life changing encounters...

The great ship of the Imperium tore through the atmosphere, rending asunder the layers that shielded the world from its sun; plunging through towards Terra Firma.

Upon it, stood Lord Lucian, PlagueLord of Nurgle; he blessed of the Father of Disease; he the Emperor's right hand. He had come; his gargantuan frame wreathed in armor and encrusted with insects and fluid; to negotiate with this new power emerging.

As always; the Imperium sought to expand its influence; tighten its grasp; and invoke others into the fold. With Lucian, there came Severino Jeriacor; similarly a Primarch; but he a servant of Tzeentch, lord of the sorcerous arts; master of Alchemy, Necromancy and all the arts of the warlock and the sage. It was he who controlled the majority of magickal power and artificats in the Imperium; outside of the Emperor's own...collections.

Warfare and his Wife Arianna walked around a corner of the Valshanth. How they had gotten there was unclear. They were long time friends of Kaymiril though, so their presence was not unwelcome. Warfare was in in a formal tuxedo, and Arianna was in a Black evening gown. A string of Black pearls hung around her neck. Both were smiling, and both went to find Kaymiril VII to make their presence known, though they had little doubt that She didn't already know they were there.
The Queen smiled when she saw them ((and this is kinda distant from the Valshanth)).
"Arianna, Warfare, it's good to see you both here. How is Aldur?"

Messages can attract the most interesting of guests. The thrashing of a drowning man could draw the attention of those who would aid him; or a shark, to feast upon him. Thus so, is space. An endless ocean where the wrong signals can attract predators; or life changing encounters...

The great ship of the Imperium tore through the atmosphere, rending asunder the layers that shielded the world from its sun; plunging through towards Terra Firma.

Upon it, stood Lord Lucian, PlagueLord of Nurgle; he blessed of the Father of Disease; he the Emperor's right hand. He had come; his gargantuan frame wreathed in armor and encrusted with insects and fluid; to negotiate with this new power emerging.

As always; the Imperium sought to expand its influence; tighten its grasp; and invoke others into the fold. With Lucian, there came Severino Jeriacor; similarly a Primarch; but he a servant of Tzeentch, lord of the sorcerous arts; master of Alchemy, Necromancy and all the arts of the warlock and the sage. It was he who controlled the majority of magickal power and artificats in the Imperium; outside of the Emperor's own...collections.
T'puuli looked toward the sky, then went to the Queen. She was a Space mage, and had sensed the approach.

*Drow*
"I sense potential danger, my Queen."

K -- "Keep me informed."

Severino let a wry chuckle cross his lips. "They know of our approach dear brother. Their pitiful magicks cannot contend with the psyker will of a Sorceror; especially not a Primarch."

"Mark your words, Severino...We have diplomacy to attend to; I will not have you...Tainting the chalice."

"Ah, forgive me dear brother." He let his psychic gift encapsulate the craft; hiding his mind from all outside interference. "You have my loyalty and my aid; from here till Warpfires come. Though our patrons are enemies; we are brothers in blood, and our fathers will..."

"She will probably greet you much as she does all foreign ambassadors here for the first time."

"Yes." said Sandy, looking over her sholder as she disembarked the carpet. "Thank you"

She and Nikola both looked forewards to see the figure of Kaymiril VII.

"Greetings Your Highness." Said Nikola as both of them placed their fists over their left chest and bowed deeply. "We are the delegation from the Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Our leader, James Talon, deeply regrets that he cannot be present here with us today. He wishes you well in your endevour, and sends a small tribute as a gift."

Sandy presented a small climate-controlled box she had been holding to the queen. "This is an Avalon crystal," she explained, opening the box and holding it for the Queen to see. "Such crystal is incredibly rare and contains vast energies. The crystals are some of the First Creations of the Makers in many faiths across the Inferno. Keep it close to yourself Your Highness. Once it is mined, if it goes without body heat for too long, it will dissapear."

Severino let a wry chuckle cross his lips. "They know of our approach dear brother. Their pitiful magicks cannot contend with the psyker will of a Sorceror; especially not a Primarch."

"Mark your words, Severino...We have diplomacy to attend to; I will not have you...Tainting the chalice."

"Ah, forgive me dear brother." He let his psychic gift encapsulate the craft; hiding his mind from all outside interference. "You have my loyalty and my aid; from here till Warpfires come. Though our patrons are enemies; we are brothers in blood, and our fathers will..."
OOC: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. My mages aren't powerful. Which is why my Velkyn has the ability to cast the magickal equivalent of a nuke.
Second: I would like to say you do have a very nice way of sounding ominous.
Finally...send a message or something saying you'd like to come down. You'll be watched, but only attacked if you like...cause trouble.

IC:
T'puuli continued to be wary...and to watch.

~snip~
Queen Kaymiril VII picked up the crystal by its chain, holding it up briefly to give it an admiring gaze.

"It is beautiful. When you return, send my thanks to your Minister Talon."

She puts it around her neck, then smiles at her new guests.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro...and welcome to our country today."

OOC:
Now I feel bad...Most people that I rp with know what I mean by 'gre'as'anto lu' verve dro' but it just occurred to me that I don't rp with most of you guys regularly.

It's a traditional formal Kaymirilian greeting that translates to 'Peace and Long life.'

Warfare and his Wife Arianna walked around a corner of the Valshanth. How they had gotten there was unclear. They were long time friends of Kaymiril though, so their presence was not unwelcome. Warfare was in in a formal tuxedo, and Arianna was in a Black evening gown. A string of Black pearls hung around her neck. Both were smiling, and both went to find Kaymiril VII to make their presence known, though they had little doubt that She didn't already know they were there.

OOC: Chronosia, don't be a fool to try and stir things up. I have ships and men in system to defend this launch, a physker of my own is on the ground (a powerful one), and of course you have the mages of Kaymiril, who are very dangerous indeed.

IC: Cougar approached Warfare and Arianna,"It is good to see you again, both of you. How have you both been"

He'd remained stoically silent whilst the other ambassadors were arriving. The No endorse onces seemed nice enough, and he offered them his hand,"Colonel Cougar, Snake Eaters"

The other, however, was a very different story. It was obvious to him, from her posture and bearing, that she did not want to be here. He subconciouslly noted that for further reference, then jolted suddenly. A burst of Chaos energy... extremely powerful. He took his leave for a moment, and went away to communicate,"Eldrad, we have Chaos"

E -- "I felt it through the Warp... seems like Nurgle and Tzeentch have taken an interest"

C -- "If they make a move, I have no doubt the mages will wipe them out... still, this is ominious. With Nurgle still plaguing the nation from time to time..."

E -- "I know what you're thinking. Be careful, James. Chaos has been rising in Snake Eaters for some time now... the physkers are beginning to fear that Undivided is going to make an appearance"

Cougar shut off the commlink with Eldrad, and moved back to where the other ambassadors were located, making his apologies to all.

OOC: Chronosia, don't be a fool to try and stir things up.-snip rest of paragraph-

ooc: heh, looks like we're gonna have a smattering of trouble. Chronasia is AON, right? And this is kinda off-topic, but SE, is that the GE forum in your siggy? I've never seen one.

He'd remained stoically silent whilst the other ambassadors were arriving. The No endorse onces seemed nice enough, and he offered them his hand,"Colonel Cougar, Snake Eaters"

Nikola and Sandy turned towards the Colonel and shook his hand. "Nikola Perez, No Endorse." "Sandy Farsee, also from the Inferno."

As the Colonel excused himself, Sandy and Nikola began 'discussing' the situation, if you can call entwined consciousnesses capable of discussion.

N: A Snake Eater. Kaymiril has quite an ally there.

S: Yeah, I bet that with the weight of two GE nations here, most would think twice before pounding this place.

N: Unfortionatly we couldn't bring something like an ISD-two or an MC-cruiser. We have a decent presence though. If things get hairy, maybe we can call in the Midnight to give us a hand...

S: Look sharp, Cougar is coming back.

N: Next time, maybe we can not play diplomats. I prefer my toy soldiers and fighters. At least he's a military man like us, and not some cooped up politician back home.

S: Hush, he's a Snake Eater. He may have psi, so we'll need to be careful. I have a feeling that the Queen does, but that'll remain to be seen.

N: Like was said in a game the ancients played, 'Time will tell. Sooner or later, time will tell.'

"So, Colonel Cougar," began Sandy, "what news from the Shadowy State? We've been unable to attend many GE functions as of late, due to a few domestic problems, and we've not gotten many transmissions from many GE states. Have there been any large conflicts in the recent months?"

OOC: Yep, GE member, right here

IC: Cougar shook their hands,"News is sparse... we've had our fair share of troubles as well. However, the latest GE news is that Huntaer and the others are mobilising large forces against the Republic, despite protest from others within the alliance."

As he shook their hands, he couldn't help but feel something was very odd about these two. Quite what it was, he couldn't put a finger on, but something made the back of his neck prickle,"You look uncomfortable, having to play diplomat"

"Aldur is doing just fine, Gypsy is babysitting, along with Rahegalhoff." Arianna said.

Warfare glanced up at the sky.

"Ahh, I see the minions of the Chaos Pantheon have taken an intrest and come to play. They had best play nce, or things could get rather, ugly. Though I will maintain Decorum at all times." Warfare said.

OOC: For Chronosia: Warfare and Arianna are Law Gods, the anti-thesis to Chaos Gods. Warfare is a Wargod, with branches in Creation and destruction, and Arianna is a Knowledge Goddess witha branch in Nature. Please, for gods sakes play nice.

OOC: Chronosia, don't be a fool to try and stir things up. I have ships and men in system to defend this launch, a physker of my own is on the ground (a powerful one), and of course you have the mages of Kaymiril, who are very dangerous indeed.

OOC: wouldn't dream of it. Severino is a snake, machiavellian to the core; but Lucian is a more cunning and cautious leader. He won't let anything interfere with diplomacy. I don't see why I should be branded as stirring things up; just ask Gaian or others about my successful diplomacy and you'll find that I do have a certain amount of tact and honor about me.

OOC: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. My mages aren't powerful. Which is why my Velkyn has the ability to cast the magickal equivalent of a nuke.
Second: I would like to say you do have a very nice way of sounding ominous.
Finally...send a message or something saying you'd like to come down. You'll be watched, but only attacked if you like...cause trouble.


Obviously you aren't familiar with arrogance....Because I say it does it make it true? God; you'd think that people couldn't get overconfident on NS.

"Aldur is doing just fine, Gypsy is babysitting, along with Rahegalhoff." Arianna said.

Warfare glanced up at the sky.

"Ahh, I see the minions of the Chaos Pantheon have taken an intrest and come to play. They had best play nice, or things could get rather, ugly. Though I will maintain Decorum at all times." Warfare said.

OOC: For Chronosia: Warfare and Arianna are Law Gods, the anti-thesis to Chaos Gods. Warfare is a Wargod, with branches in Creation and destruction, and Arianna is a Knowledge Goddess witha branch in Nature. Please, for gods sakes play nice.
OOC: I don't trust anything Chaos on principle. Anyway, they play a major role in my next thread, so I can't really like them

IC: "I noticed that they seem to be arriving as well... and for your mother's sake, Warfare, take them away from here if anything does start... she's worked very hard to get this project going... against plently of opposition within her own nation"

OOC: wouldn't dream of it. Severino is a snake, machiavellian to the core; but Lucian is a more cunning and cautious leader. He won't let anything interfere with diplomacy. I don't see why I should be branded as stirring things up; just ask Gaian or others about my successful diplomacy and you'll find that I do have a certain amount of tact and honor about me.

Obviously you aren't familiar with arrogance....Because I say it does it make it true? God; you'd think that people couldn't get overconfident on NS.
OOC: Kaymiril has good reason to be confidant in her own abilities. Trust me, that magick nuke is a last resort thing only. And also, the reason you are branded, is because you didn't tell us these things when you entered

"We are agents of the Chronosian Imperium. We come in the name of the Daemon Emperor; to spread his word amongst the stars. We have heard your message and we respond in kind; we bring the message of peace across space to you; and come before you as benevolent bearers of tidings. We request permission to land."

The great black ship hovered in the skies; its hull crackling with signs and sigils; symbols of Chaos and the Gods; power surging through its gothic and ornate frame; this great and beautiful vessel.

"We are agents of the Chronosian Imperium. We come in the name of the Daemon Emperor; to spread his word amongst the stars. We have heard your message and we respond in kind; we bring the message of peace across space to you; and come before you as benevolent bearers of tidings. We request permission to land."

The great black ship hovered in the skies; its hull crackling with signs and sigils; symbols of Chaos and the Gods; power surging through its gothic and ornate frame; this great and beautiful vessel.

The Snake Eater ships watched this new arrival with caution. The taint of Chaos pentrated every part of it's hull... but they would stick to the rules. Do not fire until fired upon. Many of the men and women had fought Chaos at some stage, and wished it's destruction, especially considering the fact that Nurgle's Rot had tried to destroy their nation. Had it not been for the medical brilliance of Mith, Kaymiril's Grey-class master, they would not have survived. But they would not let their discipline and reputation as excellent soliders collapse now, for the sake of vengence on a power greater than any of them

OOC: Oh, and for the record, I'm GE, ESUS and a leader of my own alliance; The Lords of Chaos :D

OOC: GE, and Wizards Council.

"News is sparse... we've had our fair share of troubles as well. However, the latest GE news is that Huntaer and the others are mobilising large forces against the Republic, despite protest from others within the alliance."

The pair glanced at each other, and Sandy proceeded to ask what she knew was on both of their minds. "That is troubling. Huntaer is a close ally of ours, we aided them against the Phantoms. That's actually the last combat mission Nikola and I have been on. Everything since has been a tiny bit of therapy and a lot of patrols."

"You look uncomfortable, having to play diplomat"

Nikola laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm a military man through and through. Forever a Strike Cruiser captain. Once they tried to give me one of those lumbering Home-One class cruisers, but it didn't work. What about you?"



ooc:
Sorry Chronasia, that was my mistake. I get you, Coreworlds, and Gronde mixed up too much. How this is possible IDK.

"We are agents of the Chronosian Imperium. We come in the name of the Daemon Emperor; to spread his word amongst the stars. We have heard your message and we respond in kind; we bring the message of peace across space to you; and come before you as benevolent bearers of tidings. We request permission to land."

The great black ship hovered in the skies; its hull crackling with signs and sigils; symbols of Chaos and the Gods; power surging through its gothic and ornate frame; this great and beautiful vessel.
The message was recieved and relayed, and the response sent back to the Chronosian ship.

Your representatives are permitted to land

The pair glanced at each other, and Sandy proceeded to ask what she knew was on both of their minds. "That is troubling. Huntaer is a close ally of ours, we aided them against the Phantoms. That's actually the last combat mission Nikola and I have been on. Everything since has been a tiny bit of therapy and a lot of patrols."



Nikola laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm a military man through and through. Forever a Strike Cruiser captain. Once they tried to give me one of those lumbering Home-One class cruisers, but it didn't work. What about you?"



ooc:
Sorry Chronasia, that was my mistake. I get you, Coreworlds, and Gronde mixed up too much. How this is possible IDK.

Cougar knew he had to keep his real job secret from these people,"I don't see much combat as a colonel... it's a shame, I loved the job though. I'm a Colonial Marine... says it all really"

A large Subspace aperture appeared over the Kaymiril homeworld. The size of it was incredible, larger than what most vessels would hope to be. For a few moments, it shivered, before calming. It was at this point the Outer Heaven 1st Fleet Juggernaut, the Colossus MK II , shot out of the aperture, it’s Inertial Dampeners not enough to slow down the 22.5KM ship at first. After a few seconds, the ship slowed, and stopped over the North Pole of the planet.

Normally such a sight would have invoked mass fear or every weapon on the planet firing at the intruder. But thankfully, the Serpantians had warned the Kaymiril Government that the flagship of the Outer Heaven fleet would be taking their leader (Who was, ironically, also the Grand Admiral of the Fleet) to this historic event. Sadly, however, the Serpantians had neglected to mention the fact that the ship itself was larger than two of your average cities.

For a few moments, nothing happened, as if everyone was waiting for the ship to state its intentions. Then, a simple message went out to the Kaymiril government:

Fear not Kaymirilians, this is Grand Admiral Anton Slavik, Overlord of Outer Heaven MK II.
I bid you greetings and I’m happy to say I’ll be down shortly.
But don’t worry, I won’t be taking the Colossus down with me.
I’ll be taking my Private Gunship, which is only 500m long.
I look forward to today’s events.
Anton Slavik out.

A few minutes later, a Crimson ship shot out from beneath the Colossus. Shooting through space at ¼ the speed of light, the ship began it’s quick descent down to the surface…


Emerging from the Gunship, with two bodyguards behind him, Slavik strode smartly toward the Queen. Slavik was wearing his white Grand Admiral’s uniform, and his red eyes were less piercing than usual (A good sign, half-Chiss eyes are great at giving away what the person’s emotions are). The two bodyguards behind him were in Peacetime armour, a slightly lighter red than usual. At their hips they had their standard issue gold plated Navy Wesson 56, neatly tucked away in a duelling holster. In their hands, the guards carried two Katana’s each, pointing upward, the sharpened edges pointing towards the guards.

Waiting politely until the Queen had greeted her latest guests (Which seemed to be from the Imperium itself, the Admiral noticed), Slavik and his two bodyguards stepped forward.

“Queen Kaymiril VII, it is an honour to meet you.” Slavik said warmly.

Slavik and his two bodyguards bowed deeply, the bodyguards sweeping their curved Katana’s so they rested on their shoulders. Waiting until the Queen had said her own greeting, Slavik held out a long, and surprisingly light box.

“This is our gift to you. We give it to every Nation we’re allies with upon meeting them for the first time. However, yours is special, due to the nature of today.”

When the Queen would open the box, she would discover a 4ft Quantanium sword, covered in an added layer of solid quantum (which looks a lot like pure gold), resting on a velvet cushion. In the hilt of the sword (where the cross intersects), there is a large purple gem, which, when touched, is surprisingly warm, and has minor healing properties.

Slavik smiled widely, revealing two rows of perfectly formed teeth.

“We hope you will accept it with the pleasure it was given.”


OOC: Slavik looks human, but his eyes are red, and his hair is jet black. Those are the only traits of Chiss you will spot in him, aside from the intellect and charm.

EDIT: I apologise, I am OHMK II, but for some reason Jolt has me logged in as my puppet.

The Snake Eater ships paled in size compared to the gargantuan (read: verge of GM) ship in front of them. Still, their size was also an advantage... they were that much more difficult to target by this ship. None of them were impressed with the size, seeing it as pointless

~snip~
Emerging from the Gunship, with two bodyguards behind him, Slavik strode smartly toward the Queen. Slavik was wearing his white Grand Admiral’s uniform, and his red eyes were less piercing than usual (A good sign, half-Chiss eyes are great at giving away what the person’s emotions are). The two bodyguards behind him were in Peacetime armour, a slightly lighter red than usual. At their hips they had their standard issue gold plated Navy Wesson 56, neatly tucked away in a duelling holster. In their hands, the guards carried two Katana’s each, pointing upward, the sharpened edges pointing towards the guards.
They are greeted at their landing area (which is quite distant from the nobles' and delegates' platform, as Kaymiril is not best equipped to handle ships that were better than twice the size of the ship they would be launching that day.

The carpet ride was short, though, and they were dropped off at the platform.

Waiting politely until the Queen had greeted her latest guests, Slavik and his two bodyguards stepped forward.

“Queen Kaymiril VII, it is an honour to meet you.” Slavik said warmly.

Slavik and his two bodyguards bowed deeply, the bodyguards sweeping their curved Katana’s so they rested on their shoulders. Waiting until the Queen had said her own greeting, Slavik held out a long, and surprisingly light box.
OOC: Chronosia hasn't come yet, they just got permission to land.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. Your nation does us honor with your presence."

“This is our gift to you. We give it to every Nation we’re allies with upon meeting them for the first time. However, yours is special, due to the nature of today.”

When the Queen would open the box, she would discover a 4ft Quantanium sword, covered in an added layer of solid quantum (which looks a lot like pure gold), resting on a velvet cushion. In the hilt of the sword (where the cross intersects), there is a large purple gem, which, when touched, is surprisingly warm, and has minor healing properties.

Slavik smiled widely, revealing two rows of perfectly formed teeth.

“We hope you will accept it with the pleasure it was given.”

OOC: Slavik looks human, but his eyes are red, and his hair is jet black. Those are the only traits of Chiss you will spot in him, aside from the intellect and charm.

EDIT: I apologise, I am OHMK II, but for some reason Jolt has me logged in as my puppet.
What am I going to do with a sword that's almost as long as I am tall? ...Probably put it on display...somewhere...

Outwardly, though she smiled. "Your gift is accepted with at least as much pleasure as which it was given. This is a beautiful sword."

OOC: Well...red eyes aren't going to bother Drow too much...about 20% of the population has red eyes.

The ship landed; the great ramp sliding forth and the doors opening; silks and fineries billowing at the doors; as the two delegates stepped forth.
Lucian was a tyrannical figure; a great warrior garbed in terrible and corrupt armor; dripping with seething corruption and fluid. He was immense; but kept his helmet on, hiding his visage. Manreaper; his great Daemon scythe, remained chained to his back.

Severino came next, his armor less bulky; yet inlaid with beautiful and yet terrible runes and sigils. Allegience to Tzeentch, and Tzeentch alone was evident on his black armor; inlaid with so many symbols of the Gods. Talismans adorned his neck and belt; and he held a great staff; a coruscating pillar of Chaos energy....

They had arrived; and now they would have their parley.

"Greetings." His voice soft, slightly ominous, Lucian spoke, "I am Lucian, Plague Lord of Nurgle; and this is Severino, Sorceror of Tzeentch. We come in the name of our father; the Daemon Emperor; Marcus De Drakan."

"Severino Jeriacor." He bowed, his voice a serpents hiss of guile, seduction and charisma. "A pleasure to tread upon your world, I am sure." A slight smirk beneath his helmet. "I am the foremost scholar of magickal lore in all the Imperium; Lord of the school of magick, known as the Black Academy."

Cougar tensed up, and he almost went for his Gunblade. Chaos was hated in Snake Eaters, almost as much as Kaelis Ra. He didn't trust the new arrivals, and to ask him to was to invite scorn. He resisted the urge, and stood his ground. The sheer tone of the man's voice was enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck once more. The pulsating runious powers in the man's armour also caused him to be cautious... he did not trust these 'people'

The ship landed; the great ramp sliding forth and the doors opening; silks and fineries billowing at the doors; as the two delegates stepped forth.
Lucian was a tyrannical figure; a great warrior garbed in terrible and corrupt armor; dripping with seething corruption and fluid. He was immense; but kept his helmet on, hiding his visage. Manreaper; his great Daemon scythe, remained chained to his back.

Severino came next, his armor less bulky; yet inlaid with beautiful and yet terrible runes and sigils. Allegience to Tzeentch, and Tzeentch alone was evident on his black armor; inlaid with so many symbols of the Gods. Talismans adorned his neck and belt; and he held a great staff; a coruscating pillar of Chaos energy....

They had arrived; and now they would have their parley.

"Greetings." His voice soft, slightly ominous, Lucian spoke, "I am Lucian, Plague Lord of Nurgle; and this is Severino, Sorceror of Tzeentch. We come in the name of our father; the Daemon Emperor; Marcus De Drakan."

"Severino Jeriacor." He bowed, his voice a serpents hiss of guile, seduction and charisma. "A pleasure to tread upon your world, I am sure." A slight smirk beneath his helmet. "I am the foremost scholar of magickal lore in all the Imperium; Lord of the school of magick, known as the Black Academy."
They'd said they'd come in peace...but their armor...and arms...raised doubts, especially in the minds of the guards that were there...among them Rildorath and Haldosir...ancient and powerful figures. They, however, stood in the background.

The Queen gave a regal nod to the two Chronosian delegates.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. You are welcome here..." She gave a half smile. "So long as our Healer does not discover your alignment."

This was a joke, of course...Mith was already well aware of Lucian's alignment.

She then turned to Severino.

"I have heard of your school, but I know none that attend, so word of it has not gotten back to me. We send our students of magick to Hoeth, should they wish to study beyond our shores."

Kathleen had become almost lost in her thoughts. She suddenly realized that others had arrived. She moved away from the group, but listened to what they said carefully, waiting for the moment when negotiations would begin. For now, though, she kept her distance, wanting to avoid contact with the others, fearing the need to be jolly again.

"Our magicks are of a more....volatile nature than those that you would practice" Severino let a chuckle escape his wry lips. "We are a proud people; and a people who are not afraid to consult the darker paths to gain victory. You may know none who attend; but we have numbers. The allure of Chaos is truly great."

"Forgive my brother" Lucian shot Sevrino a look, and his Sorcerous sibling chucled softly, ceasing in his rants. "He tends to...babble about things of a magickal nature." Lucian bowed. "We thank you for your welcome; and are glad to have come. We wish only to extend our fathers hand in friendship; despite the more...colorful fables of our nations nature"

Kathleen had become almost lost in her thoughts. She suddenly realized that others had arrived. She moved away from the group, but listened to what they said carefully, waiting for the moment when negotiations would begin. For now, though, she kept her distance, wanting to avoid contact with the others, fearing the need to be jolly again.

Cougar half-listened to the Queen's words, but his eyes tracked the women from Kazecistan. She seemed not to want to socialise... not a good start for a diplomat. He shrugged nonchantly, and turned his attention back to the Chaos warriors.

Like the Drow guards, he was watching them very carefully. Super-imposed upon his left eye was a targetting system, providing tactical analysis of the warriors. It was something he only did when he suspected something, a by-product of his nanotechnology.

Rhenna would most likely agree with me... I wish she was here

OOC: We're really just waiting for the Balroggan representative to show up, then I'll get this started. IC post to come later...I have a room to clean... >.<

"This is the New Velkyan Cruiser Southport II, we have recieved word of this defining moment in Kaymirl history, and request to send a landing party to witness this."

Captain Anderson stepped from the camera postition, and waltzed to his control panel. A young man in a Velkyan Fighter Core uniform leaned against a console.

"Make us look good, eh, cap'n?"

"Actually, I was planning on letting, er, ordering you, to escort the delegation, if the Kaymirl accept"

"Damn it..."

"What?"

"Errr...nothing, i'll get ready..."

"Get to it, Tiger"

Cursing, Leon head to the fighter bay.

"Suspicious of our new guests are we?" Slavik asked in a low tone behind Cougar. When Cougar would turn to Slavik, he'd notice that he was grinning slightly, and that his guards had taken flanking posistions around the group, watching everyone, and Slavik.

"This is the New Velkyan Cruiser Southport II, we have recieved word of this defining moment in Kaymirl history, and request to send a landing party to witness this."

Captain Anderson stepped from the camera postition, and waltzed to his control panel. A young man in a Velkyan Fighter Core uniform leaned against a console.

"Make us look good, eh, cap'n?"

"Actually, I was planning on letting, er, ordering you, to escort the delegation, if the Kaymirl accept"

"Damn it..."

"What?"

"Errr...nothing, i'll get ready..."

"Get to it, Tiger"

Cursing, Leon head to the fighter bay.
Your representatives are more than welcome, Southport II

OOC: Kaymiril

OOC: I'm just going to use my normal nation as my FT one as well. A
(FT) or (MT) tag wil appear before each post to denote the time period of my nation I am referring to. Glad we sorted that out.

IC:

Leon opened the top hatch of his Valkyrie Space Superiority Fighter and climbed in. Shortly after, he recieved the go code.

"Stryker, clear for launch"

The landing door opened, and Leon shot out like a bullet, the Pelican dropship following him closely, carrying the "precious" delegates.

"This is Vulcan 1, requesting landing coordinates from Kaymiril"

"Suspicious of our new guests are we?" Slavik asked in a low tone behind Cougar. When Cougar would turn to Slavik, he'd notice that he was grinning slightly, and that his guards had taken flanking posistions around the group, watching everyone, and Slavik.

Cougar didn't turn around... he didn't need to. Instead, he closed his eyes and gazed around, using magick to see further. He saw the guards, and the way Slavik was grinning slightly. The way the guards were positioned was absurd... obviously this man had never been told of Haldosir, Ridolath and Nevrim,"More than somewhat... Chaos cannot be trusted"

OOC: That's just sad

OOC: Just passing time...

Slavik nodded.

"Too true, although I don't think they're here to stir up trouble. Well, hopefully not while we're here anyway, although the Chronosians aren't reknown for their thinking skills."

Slavik looked at both guards, and wished they'd go. He knew he could order them to do almost anything, but he knew he couldn't force them to leave his side.

Written words on some old piece of document hundreds of years old holds more sway over those two than anything I could ever say to them. But we must uphold our traditions, even if some are slightly silly...

Leon and the Pelican approached the launch site, and opened a channel with the Southport II.

"Leon?"

"Requesting a flyby, sir"

"Uh-oh, permision granted"

The Pelican pilot, listening in, groaned.

"Damn it Leon, you ass..."

"Shove it Jack, shove it. Let do this thing"

Leon entered the atmosphere, and began picking up speed, and soon punched through the hypersonic barrier. He approached the launch pad, and screamed by the gala windows, causing nearby guests to scream in fright.

"F**K YEAH!!!"

"This is Vulcan 1, requesting landing clearence!"

Slavik looked over at the ship that flew past, and stifled a laugh. The fly-by hadn't scared or impressed him one bit.

I sincerely hope I don't have to meet those idiots tonight...I have better things to do with my time than talk with hotshot pilots that can't even use a decent expression of joy...

Slavik nodded.

"Too true, although I don't think they're here to stir up trouble. Well, hopefully not while we're here anyway, although the Chronosians aren't reknown for their thinking skills."

Slavik looked at both guards, and wished they'd go. He knew he could order them to do almost anything, but he knew he couldn't force them to leave his side.

Written words on some old piece of document hundreds of years old holds more sway over those two than anything I could ever say to them. But we must uphold our traditions, even if some are slightly silly...
OOC: TVU... you broke so many rules with that post. First, you did a hypersonic flyby over a populated area. Do you know how stupid that is? Secondly, you didn't even bother asking the Kaymirilian's if you could perform a flyby of any kind, oh no, you merely asked your own ship for it. Thirdly... we have a little plan for you

IC: "I wouldn't know. All I care about is that fact that they represent the Chaos gods of Tzeentch and Nurgle, and as such are vermin. Cowards, who seek the easier route to power. I will not start a fight with them, out of professional constraint and respect for my hosts, for it is at the Queen's leisure that I am allowed to live in Kaymiril with my wife... but I will finish one if it begins"

OOC: Just passing time...

OOC: See above post for what I think

OOC: A little humorless, are we? He's not in the actual delgation, he's just flying escort for the Pelican, which is carrying the real delegation. I'll delete the post, if you want to, cause I forget the hazordous potential of hypersonic speed.

Also, who puts a launch pad in a populated area?

OOC: A little humorless, are we? He's not in the actual delgation, he's just flying escort for the Pelican, which is carrying the real delegation. I'll delete the post, if you want to, cause I forget the hazordous potential of hypersonic speed.

Also, who puts a launch pad in a populated area?

OOC: The launch pad is actually someway from the area, but at hypersonic speeds you'd never change your heading that quickly. And it's not that I'm humourless, but you should at least try to do something which seems credible, and also that fits with what is happening. The only fly-by that is happening in this thread is the slow fly-by performed by Snake Eater Cobra Interceptors when the ship lifts off, for you see they are flying honour guard, which was arranged by me and Kaymiril some time ago

OOC: A little humorless, are we? He's not in the actual delgation, he's just flying escort for the Pelican, which is carrying the real delegation. I'll delete the post, if you want to, cause I forget the hazordous potential of hypersonic speed.

Also, who puts a launch pad in a populated area?
OOC: This is a historical event, meaning crowds are gathered, some to say that this is an abomination and that Kaymiril VII should be hung, some out of curiosity, and some to support the Queen.

IC:
~flyby post~
As the ship neared the crowds, it found itself slowing.

There was a maximum allowable speed here, and the ship was attempting to break that. The harder the foreign ship's engines pushed against it, the slower it would go.

T'puuli looked at the ship flying by. Foolish. It had been she that had put up the obstruction...a simple manipulation of space and matter.

OOC: The launch pad is actually someway from the area, but at hypersonic speeds you'd never change your heading that quickly. And it's not that I'm humourless, but you should at least try to do something which seems credible, and also that fits with what is happening. The only fly-by that is happening in this thread is the slow fly-by performed by Snake Eater Cobra Interceptors when the ship lifts off, for you see they are flying honour guard, which was arranged by me and Kaymiril some time ago

OOC: I'll delete the fly-by post, but you see, the fighter entered from the atmosphere, so it did'nt have to change it's heading, plus, you are thinking of modern aircraft (and modern cities, as FT cities most likely are better protected and sound-proofed) which are bound by the laws of physics, but alas, this is FT. Again, the post is gone, and this little engagement never happened, ok?

"Our magicks are of a more....volatile nature than those that you would practice" Severino let a chuckle escape his wry lips. "We are a proud people; and a people who are not afraid to consult the darker paths to gain victory. You may know none who attend; but we have numbers. The allure of Chaos is truly great."

"Forgive my brother" Lucian shot Sevrino a look, and his Sorcerous sibling chucled softly, ceasing in his rants. "He tends to...babble about things of a magickal nature." Lucian bowed. "We thank you for your welcome; and are glad to have come. We wish only to extend our fathers hand in friendship; despite the more...colorful fables of our nations nature"
K -- "Friendship is the best we can hope for...from any nation."

"Kaymiril, we have been loitering for over 20 minutes, are we getting landning coordinates or not?"

OOC: Fly-By never happened, ok?

"Kaymiril, we have been loitering for over 20 minutes, are we getting landning coordinates or not?"

OOC: Fly-By never happened, ok?
"If you were watching, there is a place that has been marked out for you. Should be to your west-south-west."

OOC: TVU... you broke so many rules with that post. First, you did a hypersonic flyby over a populated area. Do you know how stupid that is? Secondly, you didn't even bother asking the Kaymirilian's if you could perform a flyby of any kind, oh no, you merely asked your own ship for it. Thirdly... we have a little plan for you

IC: "I wouldn't know. All I care about is that fact that they represent the Chaos gods of Tzeentch and Nurgle, and as such are vermin. Cowards, who seek the easier route to power. I will not start a fight with them, out of professional constraint and respect for my hosts, for it is at the Queen's leisure that I am allowed to live in Kaymiril with my wife... but I will finish one if it begins"

Slavik just nodded. Obviously it would not be wise to tell him that he had helped the Chaos out once or twice. Not for the wrong reasons, mainly because they were in the same Alliance, but still. Slavik lapsed into thought for a few moments, before saying,

"Oh, by the way, I'm Grand Admiral Slavik, Head of Outer Heaven MK II and it's Fleets."

"Right, got it on my IFF, proceeding"

The Pelican pilot spoke up.

"How will we be transported to the pad?"

The Valkyrie turned to the landing site, followed closly by the dropship.

A few minutes later, the two craft were on the ground, and were being towed into hanger-like structures, as the pilots and delegates exited their respective craft.

"Colonel James Cougar, Black Angels Company, Snake Eater Colonial Marines. I'm here representing Lord Barbarossa at this launch... we have helped the Kaymirilian's to jump the gap into space at their own request"

Cougar said this all without turning round. He knew his cover as a Marine Colonel had to hold. He was well versed in using it, partially because it was based on fact. He had indeed served with the Colonial Marines as a younger man... which wasn't all that long ago, considering he was just twenty nine years of age. That was before he had dissapeared into the dark underbelly of the military

OOC: Full bio: - http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9236617&postcount=71

OOC: Damn, with Chron here I have to show up earlier than planned, oh well...

IC:

Emerging fom cloak at the edge of the system was one of the Dominions newest ships, the Master of Puppets, a massive Metal Militia II class ship, it was to bring their representative in after launch, but the presence of Imperium vessels precluded that plan, now they would have to play their hand to preserve the balance of power. The ship burned in system, and upon entering a reasonable range broadcasted their intention to land a GS\transport with their delegate on board.

OOC: Chron, try not to start trouble heh, this is the Darchon again... You remember him right?

The three SEN ships on watch had since requested additional aid be supplied, due to the sheer size and number of ships entering the system. Codes from all over the galaxy, many languages... it was a miracle the Universal Translators were working as well as they were. The help came in the form of a Leviathan-class cruiser, on routinue shore leave nearby. However, it's crew had eagerly lent their hand. The ship now hung in space, helping to monitor all the comings and goings of others.

"Sir, unidenitfied ship, bearing 0257 niner, sector 2!"

"Jesus, it's massive..."

"Shall we fi-"

"Negative, it's a delegate ship"

"Damn..."

The captain turned.

"What's Vulcans status?"

On the surface of Kaymiril, a few Kaymiril soldiers escorted the Velkyan group to a transport vehicle, and they speed off in the direction of the landing pad. Most of the team was quiet, only modeate conversation. There were 4 Marines, Leon, 2 delegates (the first mate and a 1st LT), and the dropship pilot, "Mackey".

The Honor guard assembled within the courtyard of the Imperial Embassy. They stood at extreme attention as if they were expecting someone important.

An aperture opened in the middle of the embassy courtyard. The angry red lightning flashed from the depths of the gateway as red clouds obscured the darkness of the background. Within, everything was black and red. A shapeless shadow appeared which slowly convalesced into a humanoid shape without details. Slowly features began to take form as it neared the opening. Suddenly the surface of the portal rippled and a man stepped out.

The elderly man was dressed in white robes trimmed with gold. He walked supporting his weight with a simple staff that looked like it was cut from just about any tree. His grey beard poked out of the hood covering the head.

Six guards immediately exited the Portal behind him and took position around him. The White and Gold of the Emperor shone brilliantly in the sunlight peering over the walls of the courtyard. The Ambassador approached the robed figure and bowed low, really low in fact.

“Welcome, your eminence. We have made the preparations you have requested. The rooms are in order.”

A quiet voice, but still filled with power replied back.

“I trust the rooms are as I asked them to be. I will see to them later. We must proceed to the Platform. The others are gathering already.”

“Yes Sire.”

The Emperor stepped upon the Hoverboard and after it lifted a few inches off the ground, the 6 Honorguard escorted him to the Platform where everyone was waiting.

"Sir, unidenitfied ship, bearing 0257 niner, sector 2!"

"Jesus, it's massive..."

"Shall we fi-"

"Negative, it's a delegate ship"

"Damn..."

The captain turned.

"What's Vulcans status?"

On the surface of Kaymiril, a few Kaymiril soldiers escorted the Velkyan group to a transport vehicle, and they speed off in the direction of the landing pad. Most of the team was quiet, only modeate conversation. There were 4 Marines, Leon, 2 delegates (the first mate and a 1st LT), and the dropship pilot, "Mackey".
OOC: This is a note to all peoples here. Anyone opening fire on anyone else, both parties will be asked once by the Snake Eater ships to cease and desist. If this warning is ignored, both of the parties will have a warning shot fired across their bows. If this is not heeded, they will both be fired upon. This is to ensure that the launch goes ahead, as Kaymiril has no space defence force, and Snake Eaters offered to do it, along with any Balroggan ships that join us.

OOC: This is a note to all peoples here. Anyone opening fire on anyone else, both parties will be asked once by the Snake Eater ships to cease and desist. If this warning is ignored, both of the parties will be fired upon. This is to ensure that the launch goes ahead, as Kaymiril has no space defence force, and Snake Eaters offered to do it, along with any Balroggan ships that join us.
OOC: Thanks SE, I appreciate that, but I would request thatr I not be killed for self defense... Not that I'm likely to need it in this company, but you never know...

OOC: CLARIFICATION: - If both ships refuse to cease fire following a single warning shot, then they will be fired on to disable only. The targets will be, in this order: weapons, shields, engines.

OOC: This is a note to all peoples here. Anyone opening fire on anyone else, both parties will be asked once by the Snake Eater ships to cease and desist. If this warning is ignored, both of the parties will be fired upon. This is to ensure that the launch goes ahead, as Kaymiril has no space defence force, and Snake Eaters offered to do it, along with any Balroggan ships that join us.

OOC: Not going to fire, and I know you're just making a point. Also, do you mind if the Velkyan ship aids you in your C&C, as all Insurrection class vessel have ECM and C&C abilites.

IC:

The Vulcan 1 team arrived at the launch complex, and were escorted inside the main hall by Kaymiril soldiers. The delegates began to mix into the crowd, and soon Leon, Mack, and the Marines were all alone. They began to talk amongest themselves.

OOC: CLARIFICATION: - If both ships refuse to cease fire following a single warning shot, then they will be fired on to disable only. The targets will be, in this order: weapons, shields, engines.

OOC:Just wondering; in a civilization you have never met, with ships you have never seen, how will you know where the weapons or engines are. Plus, they might put up shield to block your warning shot.

Just a question from a prospective joinee.

OOC:just wondering; in a civilization you have never met, with ships you have never seen, how will you know where the weapons or engines are. Plus, they might put up shield to block your warning shot.

Just a question from a prospective joinee.

OOC: You don't have to know. You can just say: 'They targetted the weapons and engines.'. Also, that is why I target the shield generators as well. Secondly, I know most of these people, so I would know the locations. TVU, thanks for the offer, but it's fine. I've got enough ships to cover it

OOC:just wondering; in a civilization you have never met, with ships you have never seen, how will you know where the weapons or engines are. Plus, they might put up shield to block your warning shot.

Just a question from a prospective joinee.

OOC: If you prefer I can just glass all the agressors with Yamato Cannon, wqould that make you feel better? :D

OOC: If you prefer I can just glass all the agressors with Yamato Cannon, wqould that make you feel better? :D

OOC: Effective, but not exacty pretty. Does your work like the one from SC?

IC:

"Roger that, Snake Eaters, we shall still mointer the area for hostiles, however, to protect our own selves."

OOC: ENOUGH OOC'ing PEOPLE! GET BACK TO RP'ING

IC: Cougar looked around as the new delegates stepped onto the pad. He sighed... so many people. He hated diplomatic functions for a number of reasons. Firstly, diplomacy wasn't his thing. He was more the 'shoot first, ask questions never' kind of man... it came with the job. Secondly, he was alone... only because he had married a Velkyn, which was, on reflection, one of the best things he ever did, but it made these things maddingly lonely. Especially when he had the sneaking suspicion she was here anyway, but he wasn't allowed to know. That was something that gnawed at him from time to time, but he nudged it away. Most of the time.

OOC: Effective, but not exacty pretty. Does your work like the one from SC?

IC:

"Roger that, Snake Eaters, we shall still mointer the area for hostiles, however, to protect our own selves."

OOC: Similar, but much bigger, SC had the Yamato Gun, I have Yamato Cannon. :D

IC:

The GS\transport detatched itself from the Master and headed down foir the surface bearing the Dominion representative to meet with the Queen.

OOC: ENOUGH OOC'ing PEOPLE! GET BACK TO RP'ING

IC: Cougar looked around as the new delegates stepped onto the pad. He sighed... so many people. He hated diplomatic functions for a number of reasons. Firstly, diplomacy wasn't his thing. He was more the 'shoot first, ask questions never' kind of man... it came with the job. Secondly, he was alone... only because he had married a Velkyn, which was, on reflection, one of the best things he ever did, but it made these things maddingly lonely. Especially when he had the sneaking suspicion she was here anyway, but he wasn't allowed to know. That was something that knawed at him from time to time, but he nudged it away.

OOC:Excuse me? Married a who?! Heh, I don't mind, just took me by suprise. Also, the correct name is Velkyan, just for reference.

IC: Leon gradually excused himself for the coversation, and walked to the window. He viewed the ship.

'Damn, that's a good looking ship' he thought to himself.

He turned and viewed the delegates. He saw quite a few military officers, and most of them did not look too happy to be here. He eyed one in particular (Couger). He walked over.

"Hey, you look pretty down, whats up? Don't like this kind of thing?"

The Honor guard assembled within the courtyard of the Imperial Embassy. They stood at extreme attention as if they were expecting someone important.

An aperture opened in the middle of the embassy courtyard. The angry red lightning flashed from the depths of the gateway as red clouds obscured the darkness of the background. Within, everything was black and red. A shapeless shadow appeared which slowly convalesced into a humanoid shape without details. Slowly features began to take form as it neared the opening. Suddenly the surface of the portal rippled and a man stepped out.

The elderly man was dressed in white robes trimmed with gold. He walked supporting his weight with a simple staff that looked like it was cut from just about any tree. His grey beard poked out of the hood covering the head.

Six guards immediately exited the Portal behind him and took position around him. The White and Gold of the Emperor shone brilliantly in the sunlight peering over the walls of the courtyard. The Ambassador approached the robed figure and bowed low, really low in fact.

“Welcome, your eminence. We have made the preparations you have requested. The rooms are in order.”

A quiet voice, but still filled with power replied back.

“I trust the rooms are as I asked them to be. I will see to them later. We must proceed to the Platform. The others are gathering already.”

“Yes Sire.”

The Emperor stepped upon the Hoverboard and after it lifted a few inches off the ground, the 6 Honorguard escorted him to the Platform where everyone was waiting.
There were many ships there already...more nations had sent representatives than had been expected, but that was a good thing.

The Balroggan delegation would notice a smallish ship in the center, though --red, with some black patterning. This was the Maelthra, and a little distance away from it were smaller ships...shuttles, in the same colors as the 200 m ship.

They were brought to the platform where everyone stood, the representatives from Snake Eaters, Outer Heaven, Chronosia, The Velkyan Union, No Endorse, Warhaven, Kazecistan, and, of course, Kaymiril, with more expected.

The Balroggan Emperor stepped up to Queen Kaymiril VII. He had heard of her and her nation from Galvenor Elvarryin, a Ta'Nar who had had the most frequent dealings with this particular race.

She made the slight bow customary to her race. "Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, Nhur-Galladu. It is an honor to finally meet you."

OOC: Velkyn is a Drow word, not meaning what you think it means. Trust me, there is no relation between the Drow and the Velkyan you are referring to. And he doesn't look down

IC: "Can't stand them... can't stand diplomatic functions... I'm only here because my boss asked me to, as a favour"

"Colonel James Cougar, Black Angels Company, Snake Eater Colonial Marines. I'm here representing Lord Barbarossa at this launch... we have helped the Kaymirilian's to jump the gap into space at their own request"

Cougar said this all without turning round. He knew his cover as a Marine Colonel had to hold. He was well versed in using it, partially because it was based on fact. He had indeed served with the Colonial Marines as a younger man... which wasn't all that long ago, considering he was just twenty nine years of age. That was before he had dissapeared into the dark underbelly of the military

OOC: Full bio: - http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9236617&postcount=71

Slavik rose an eyebrow.

"Really? That was very generous of your people. I've heard of a few of your exploits Colonel, I even believe you were a Fighter Ace at one point?"

OOC: Velkyn is a Drow word, not meaning what you think it means. Trust me, there is no relation between the Drow and the Velkyan you are referring to. And he doesn't look down

IC: "Can't stand them... can't stand diplomatic functions... I'm only here because my boss asked me to, as a favour"

OOC: That's a one in a million coinceidence...

IC: "Ah..same here...what particular planet do you represent?"

Slavik rose an eyebrow.

"Really? That was very generous of your people. I've heard of a few of your exploits Colonel, I even believe you were a Fighter Ace at one point?"

"Not so much a fighter ace... I can fly them fairly well... I've had a lot of teachers in many different subjects over the years"

OOC: That's a one in a million coinceidence...

IC: "Ah..same here...what particular planet do you represent?"

OOC: Live with it. Ask Kaymiril if you don't believe me

IC: "Not a planet, an empire. The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters"

Slavik nodded.

"So I've heard, but Colonel, may I ask you a favour?"

Slavik nodded.

"So I've heard, but Colonel, may I ask you a favour?"

"That depends on what the favour is"

Lucian and Severino waited and watched. The PlagueLord sighed within the confines of his helmet; determined to prove wrong the views that his race only excelled at being warriors and barbarians. Many did not appreciate the poetic and skilled souls that lay within. Many would not know how such power as they had, bought at such prices, made them all the more....decadant and sophisticated in their customs.

Severino shifted from foot to foot; diplomacy bored him; he was more at home in the schools and laboratories of home; becoming a beacon of shimmering knowledge to all who sought it. He brought power to those who wanted it with enough zeal to burn asunder all they once held; and with the foresight to take it from those unworthy of it. He silently contemplated this place. This royal; this entire world. He let a soft smirk cross his lips. A thousand blessings upon his father for giving him the chance to study other cultures and races; a thousand blessings of the gods upon this world; that tasted so...pleasing in its auras.

OOC: I was'nt being sarcastic, that IS weird. I wanted Velka, but it was taken so I altered the name. Anyhow, back to the RP...

IC:

" Shadowy States, pretty nice title. I come from the Allied States of the Velkyan Union back on Earth, have you heard of us?"

Meanwhile, in space...

Captain Losette was bored. Not just bored, but agitated. Here he was, at last, in charge of the Colossus! And what was he doing? Being a chaffeur. Losette kicked the floor (his feet don't touch the ground because the seat is raised slightly), and groaned.

"Status?" He asked. A crewman piped up.

"All systems 100%. We detect nothing interesting on sensors."

Losette nodded.

"Right. People, I'm bored. This is the COLOSSUS, the greatest ship ever made in our history. And all it's doing is sitting over this planet being pelted by micrometeors! Therefore, I wish to assist the Snake Eater vessels with their duties. Anyone against this?"

No-one chimed in.

"Excellent. Comms., send a message to the nearest Snake Eater ship..."

_________________________________________________________________

A few moments later, a Snake Eater ship recieved this message:

Snake Eater vessel, this is the Colossus MK II. We humbly request permission to assist you with your guard of the planet. The Colossus MK II is more advanced than it's predecessor, and would make a decent addition to your already good defence plan.

Please respond ASAP.

Regards,
Captain Jarvus Losette

"That depends on what the favour is"

Slavik smiled.

"Can I stand in front of you? While I'm finding this conversation much more exciting than the political rubbish some of these people are talking about, talking to your back is a bit odd for me..."

The Gs landed on the pad and disgorged pair of ACS guards, followed by a massive being, one so old he had no name, just a title, The Darchon, he was to be their enbvoy to view the Kaymirilian movement into space, this is an important event, and they would not ignore this for a dozen woirlds.

IC:

" Shadowy States, pretty nice title. I come from the Allied States of the Velkyan Union back on Earth, have you heard of us?"

"I have now"

Meanwhile, in space...

Captain Losette was bored. Not just bored, but agitated. Here he was, at last, in charge of the Colossus! And what was he doing? Being a chaffeur. Losette kicked the floor (his feet don't touch the ground because the seat is raised slightly), and groaned.

"Status?" He asked. A crewman piped up.

"All systems 100%. We detect nothing interesting on sensors."

Losette nodded.

"Right. People, I'm bored. This is the COLOSSUS, the greatest ship ever made in our history. And all it's doing is sitting over this planet being pelted by micrometeors! Therefore, I wish to assist the Snake Eater vessels with their duties. Anyone against this?"

No-one chimed in.

"Excellent. Comms., send a message to the nearest Snake Eater ship..."

_________________________________________________________________

A few moments later, a Snake Eater ship recieved this message:



Snake Eater vessel, this is the Colossus MK II. We humbly request permission to assist you with your guard of the planet. The Colossus MK II is more advanced than it's predecessor, and would make a decent addition to your already good defence plan.

Please respond ASAP.

Regards,
Captain Jarvus Losette

The Leviathan-class crusier picked up the message. Onboard, Group Captain Andrew Robertson read it, then re-read it,"Looks like these people are bored"

"Can you blame them, Sir?"

"Not really... still, this is better than all the Tiravano rain. Send back this message:"


++++++++++++++++++++Message Begins+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TO: Colossus MK II
FROM: Guiding Hope

Your assistance is welcome. However, your ship appears to be much larger than ours, so please limit your speed in order to avoid collisions

Slavik smiled.

"Can I stand in front of you? While I'm finding this conversation much more exciting than the political rubbish some of these people are talking about, talking to your back is a bit odd for me..."

"I can see you plain as day, regardless of whether you stand in front or behind me"

"I guessed so, thing is, I can't." Slavik said flatly. And so, Slavik stepped in front of Cougar, his red eyes sharpening. Slavik was looking over Cougar, trying to read what kind of man he is...

OOC: It's not magic, Chiss are just perceptive, as well as half Chiss.

The Gs landed on the pad and disgorged pair of ACS guards, followed by a massive being, one so old he had no name, just a title, The Darchon, he was to be their enbvoy to view the Kaymirilian movement into space, this is an important event, and they would not ignore this for a dozen worlds.
For them, like all others, there was a guide standing on a carpet, which was levitating a few inches off the ground.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro." The wind had picked up so that the flags crackled and snapped, and a chill was starting to spread through the air.

"If you will step on, we will be there in a few minutes."

Leon turned to see the source of the voice.

"Ahh, another one who can't quite stand these stuffy parties..."

"I guessed so, thing is, I can't." Slavik said flatly. And so, Slavik stepped in front of Cougar, his red eyes sharpening. Slavik was looking over Cougar, trying to read what kind of man he is...

OOC: It's not magic, Chiss are just perceptive, as well as half Chiss.

Cougar opened his eyes. They glowed with an odd white power, but if people looked beyond that, he had the eyes of someone much older. Someone who had seen too much death too early in life. However, there was also a spark in there, a spark of someone who was joyful and lived life to the full. His posture was that of a noble birth, also that of an officer... but his stance belied his true nature. He was a solider, through and through

Leon turned to see the source of the voice.

"Ahh, another one who can't quite stand these stuffy parties..."

OOC: Which voice are you referring to now?

The Darchon replies "Thank you, I appreciate the ride." He gets on the carpet and waits out the ride in silence.

"I have now"



The Leviathan-class crusier picked up the message. Onboard, Group Captain Andrew Robertson read it, then re-read it,"Looks like these people are bored"

"Can you blame them, Sir?"

"Not really... still, this is better than all the Tiravano rain. Send back this message:"


++++++++++++++++++++Message Begins+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TO: Colossus MK II
FROM: Guiding Hope

Your assistance is welcome. However, your ship appears to be much larger than ours, so please limit your speed in order to avoid collisions



Acknowledged. We will be using an Alpha patrol pattern, and our speed will be at 20%.
In case you don't know, an Alpha patrol pattern is essentially a box.
Thanks again,
Captain Jarvus Losette

The Colossus MK II's engines came to life, and the ship began to glide through space at a near leisurely pace. The patrol pattern took about four minutes to one cycle, and the ship continued it.

The Colossus' weaponry also activated, as well as it's shields. A large bubble exploded outward until the entire ship was covered, and then froze and vanished, while all over the ship cannons pointed towards space, and Beam Arrays began to glow as the Quantum energy flowed through them, making the ship look eeriely as if it were on fire in places.

OOC: Which voice are you referring to now?

OOC: Slavik's.

The Darchon replies "Thank you, I appreciate the ride." He gets on the carpet and waits out the ride in silence.
They are set on the platform in short order. The wind isn't severe there at all, though it is open, and the flags still crack around it, and the temperature is pleasantly warm.

The Queen is over with a group of other delegates.

Slavik smiled.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only soldier here. I was actually dreading this party, I don't tend to do much in the way of actual politics. The whole thing is just so...dull compared to commanding a ship of your own and exploring space."

Acknowledged. We will be using an Alpha patrol pattern, and our speed will be at 20%.
In case you don't know, an Alpha patrol pattern is essentially a box.
Thanks again,
Captain Jarvus Losette

The Colossus MK II's engines came to life, and the ship began to glide through space at a near leisurely pace. The patrol pattern took about four minutes to one cycle, and the ship continued it.

The Colossus' weaponry also activated, as well as it's shields. A large bubble exploded outward until the entire ship was covered, and then froze and vanished, while all over the ship cannons pointed towards space, and Beam Arrays began to glow as the Quantum energy flowed through them, making the ship look eeriely as if it were on fire in places.

"Y'know, for a ship that size, it's fairly graceful"

"Yeah, but it's still one big fat target when push comes to shove"

"Do ya' think it has that new subspace shielding technology we've heard about?"

"What? Like the Shivans? I doubt it somehow... the 2nd Fleet is getting ready to face them"

"Ah, with Fleet Admiral Rommel leading them, they can't lose"

Slavik smiled.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only soldier here. I was actually dreading this party, I don't tend to do much in the way of actual politics. The whole thing is just so...dull compared to commanding a ship of your own and exploring space."

"I don't command ships, I command men. It's a whole different ball-game... and it's not that I dislike this, it's an honour to be here. Our President is an ex-solider, served with my unit... it's strange, but being a solider prepares you for it. You get used to having to keep secrets and such"

Slavik smiled.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only soldier here. I was actually dreading this party, I don't tend to do much in the way of actual politics. The whole thing is just so...dull compared to commanding a ship of your own and exploring space."

"Damn, the three of us are fish out of water..."

"At any rate, when does the Kaymiril ship launch (NS time)?"

Slavik nodded.

"Of course it's an honour to be here. I'm grateful to see the event. It's just the party itself," He said, "Although space isn't that far removed from Ground Combat sometimes. I order my ship and my fighters what to do at the same time. I like it, it's like a game of Chess, and you're the King."

They are set on the platform in short order. The wind isn't severe there at all, though it is open, and the flags still crack around it, and the temperature is pleasantly warm.

The Queen is over with a group of other delegates.


The Darchon approaches the tiny queen and bows low in obiesence(sp?, tired) "Greetings from the Terran Dominion your highness, I am the Darchon, I have come to welcome you into space on behalf of my people.", At over 8 feet tall the Darchon is still barely on the level of the queen when he bows.

Slavik nodded.

"Of course it's an honour to be here. I'm grateful to see the event. It's just the party itself," He said, "Although space isn't that far removed from Ground Combat sometimes. I order my ship and my fighters what to do at the same time. I like it, it's like a game of Chess, and you're the King."

"And the men under your command are your pawns?"

The Darchon approaches the tiny queen and bows low in obiesence(sp?, tired) "Greetings from the Terran Dominion your highness, I am the Darchon, I have come to welcome you into space on behalf of my people.", At over 8 feet tall the Darchon is still barely on the level of the queen when he bows.
"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, l' Darchon. I am Kaymiril VII, Queen of my people. On behalf of us all...we thank you for your welcome into space, and your presence here today."

Slavik nodded.

"Of course it's an honour to be here. I'm grateful to see the event. It's just the party itself," He said, "Although space isn't that far removed from Ground Combat sometimes. I order my ship and my fighters what to do at the same time. I like it, it's like a game of Chess, and you're the King."

"I never was a big chess player... in any case, we should enjoy the launch. It promises to be spectactular... no one deserves for this to go well more than the Queen. She's worked real hard to get this project started, then again to keep it going, then again to make sure it's finished"

Slavik pulled a face.

"Not in the sense that they are expendable sir. I respect each and every man I command, and I value their lives. I take risks, granted, but I do my best to make sure I get as many of my men home as I can."

OOC: I've gotta go, but I'm launching this thing as soon as I get back.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, l' Darchon. I am Kaymiril VII, Queen of my people. On behalf of us all...we thank you for your welcome into space, and your presence here today."

"You are gracious majesty, but I believe I recognise Colonel Cougar, and must take my leave of you for a time." He then goes to see the first person he recognisaes even by descriptioon here, the man training their operative, Sergei.

Nhur-Galladu greeted the queen.

“Your city welcomes me with both honor and grace beyond any that was expected. Your people give you great honor this day.”

The old man slowly bowed to the Queen, using his gnarled staff for support.

“I am finally glad to meet you and your people. I have heard so much about you from Galvenor. Where would you like this old man to be so I won’t be in the way?”

Within her mind, Queen Kaymiril VII heard a soft voice whispering.

“My Honor Guard Fleet is waiting out of sight if they are needed. You are safe.”

Nhur-Galladu turned to look at the others assembled while his guards stayed off the platform. He then slowly moved aside to the spot he was indicated.

"I never was a big chess player... in any case, we should enjoy the launch. It promises to be spectactular... no one deserves for this to go well more than the Queen. She's worked real hard to get this project started, then again to keep it going, then again to make sure it's finished"

Slavik nodded at Cougar.

"Indeed, this is a big leap for Kaymiril, she certainly deserves it. We never did this kind of thing sadly. Our nation started off when the remains of a prison colony banded together and built a society."

Then Slavik listened to the Queen briefly.

"You are gracious majesty, but I believe I recognise Colonel Cougar, and must take my leave of you for a time." He then goes to see the first person he recognisaes even by descriptioon here, the man training their operative, Sergei.

The sight of an eight foot tale man is scary enough to anyone... but to someone who doesn't hit the six foot mark, it's frankly terrifying. Well... to anyone except Cougar of course. He'd been training an MM student for sometime now, and he had taken the liberty to do his research. This guy meant buisness

OOC: And I've got to go too, so good night to you all from *looks outside* meh, it's Britain, what can I say?

The sight of an eight foot tale man is scary enough to anyone... but to someone who doesn't hit the six foot mark, it's frankly terrifying. Well... to anyone except Cougar of course. He'd been training an MM student for sometime now, and he had taken the liberty to do his research. This guy meant buisness

OOC: He's SC Protoss, not human.

"Entaro Adun Colonel, I believe you know our man Sergei, yes?" The Massive Darchon tried to avoid invading the Colonels space, but at his size that was rather difficult.

Nikola Perez and Sandy Farsee maneuvered to the edge of the crowd, the better to observe the happenings. All of a sudden, a great host of delegates had arrived from all over the universe. From the frightening delegation of Chronasia to the mysterious delegation from Balrogga, quite a few major alliances and groups were represented.

Nikola looked over at Sandy and began to talk to her over their entwined consciousnesses.

N: Hmm, looks like this party is heating up. We must be cautious, a conflict here would spell doom for our hosts.

S: Aye... do you get an uneasy feeling that there people here capable of reading our minds?

N: Yes. Especially those Chaos and the Kaymirils. I believe the delegate from Snake Eaters suspects something, but can't put his finger on it. On the metaphysical plane, our entwined consciousness must stick out like a beacon. Let's be cautious in using it from now on.

S: Indeed. Well, shall we enter into a conversation? Or wait?

N: Wait. Fight the battle on our own terms. Going up to someone allows them to choose. We can move closer to the group though.

As the pair advanced, Nikola flagged down a Kaymirilian aide moving through the throng. "Excuse me sir, but can you get me and my companion something to drink? Something non-alcoholic if you can, neither of us can really hold our liqour."

Ic: Kathleen felt it best to wait until the end of negotiations to make her move, when she could have and give undivided attention.

Nikola looked over at Sandy and began to talk to her over their entwined consciousnesses.

N: Hmm, looks like this party is heating up. We must be cautious, a conflict here would spell doom for our hosts.

S: Aye... do you get an uneasy feeling that there people here capable of reading our minds?

N: Yes. Especially those Chaos and the Kaymirils. I believe the delegate from Snake Eaters suspects something, but can't put his finger on it. On the metaphysical plane, our entwined consciousness must stick out like a beacon. Let's be cautious in using it from now on.

S: Indeed. Well, shall we enter into a conversation? Or wait?

N: Wait. Fight the battle on our own terms. Going up to someone allows them to choose. We can move closer to the group though.

As the pair advanced, Nikola flagged down a Kaymirilian aide moving through the throng. "Excuse me sir, but can you get me and my companion something to drink? Something non-alcoholic if you can, neither of us can really hold our liqour."


Nhur-Galladu chuckled at the two who were acting like nobody could "hear" them. He was aware of their chatter as soon as he stepped through the Portal. He thought he would make himself apparent to them but decided to remain unknown.

He continued to listen passively to what every mind broadcast. His Honorguard would be doing the same searching for any who might be foolish enough to attempt anything against their Emperor.

He carefully hid his Power behind a false "virtual" mind.

Slavik pulled a face.

"Not in the sense that they are expendable sir. I respect each and every man I command, and I value their lives. I take risks, granted, but I do my best to make sure I get as many of my men home as I can."

Leon nodded.

"I view you with respect then, sir. Not all commanders treat their soldiers with respect, but you appear to be different. Sorry I misjudged you."

"Hey, I wonder how Mack is doing..."

ooc: Under my current circumstances, this thread is moving way to fast for me to keep up, there fore, I am withdrawing.

Ic: Kathleen felt the transporter activate around her body without explanation. She was helpless to apologize for her disappearance. Once she was safely aboard, the ship left the sector, headed at maximum speed for home.

OOC: Actually, nothing really important has happened yet, just the arrival of dignatries, the launch isn't for another RL day or so.

Bump
:confused:

A hush fell across the area as the appointed hour drew on.

Within the Maelthra, the crew was running the last minute checks. Everything seemed to be functioning as it should.

Still, there were seven silver-class mages aboard as a failsafe, in case something did go wrong.

Outside, there was all but absolute still.

K -- "For so long, we were complete in our own borders...but as all things...this too must end."

The drinks the No Endorse reps had requested were brought to them...it was a native drink, slightly sweet, but not unbearably so, with a full texture to it. Non alchoholic, as requested.

From the ship, an audio message came.

"Everything set here. Do we have your permission to launch, Valsharess?"

Kaymiril VII nodded from where she was standing.

"Permission granted...and good luck."

She hadn't raised her voice, but by some trick or spell, it carried so that all could hear...even in the ship.

The great engines started up for the first time, as the ship prepared to lift.

The sound crescendoed...and abruptly died as the engines stalled.

*Inside the ship*

"Come on, come on..."

The crew were all working frantically to find and fix the error.

An industrious engineer found a couple of wires that had fused during earlier testing. Replacements were quickly brought in, and they restarted.

All in all, the ship was stalled for about a minute, before the engines roared back to life.

A cheer went up as it cleared the ground, and it sped from the earth into the sky...and further on, beyond the atmosphere, where it joined the other ships in space.

Nhur-Galladu turned his head towards the Queen. Within her mind she heard a whisper barely above the din of the crowd.

"Welcome to space, my dear. If you ever need assistance we will help you."

The Emperor leaned back in his chair, scanning the crowd and the other delegates.

Leon turned back and nodded at the queen, smiling.

Onboard the Southport II

"Sir, liftoff confirmed!"

A cheer went up in the control room.

"Ok, mointer that ship, I want to get a picture of this!"

"Roger that sir!"

"Also, break out the vodka, time for a celebration!"

"Hoorah!"

As the great ship roared to life, Nikola and Sandy turned towards the Queen, lifting their glasses high. "Welcome to the void Your Highness." spoke Nikola, smiling. "To the Queen and Space!" Both downed their glasses in a traditional toast.

After they were done, they turned to watch the ship leap into space, like a lance of fire tearing through the sky.

S: This is something to write home about... beautiful, simply beautiful.

N: Yes indeed. They deserve every flame in the salute they'll get.

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Far above the surface of the planet, the two No Endorse ships began to launch small pods about them and to get close together. As soon as the graceful Maelthra was within visual range, a signal was given to the net of probes. Great jets of flame shot out of the probes, engulfing the two ships in a massive fireball, slowly moving outwards and dimming into nothingness, a dim red halo for the two behemoth craft.

As it subsided, the crackle of shielding could be seen around the two craft, huge bolts of energy shooting between them in a pyrotechnic show that was as awesome as it was huge. A signal was sent from the carrier to the Maelthra and any listening craft.

Welcome to the void. Up to this point, you have lived restricted to your planet. Now the possibilities are as endless as the star-lit blackness about you.

However, the void is as cold as it is infinite. Therefore, you shall always have a slip at the immortal docks of Haven.

Leon moved to the window. The craft was now out of view.
He squinted, and then saw a small ball of fire, the exhaust of the ship.

He smilied.

"Guess my job is done..."

OOC: Actually, nothing really important has happened yet, just the arrival of dignitaries, the launch isn't for another RL day or so.

If the thread keeps up at this pace, I cannot. You see RL is at the moment prohibiting me from that level of activity. Perhaps I can edit my last post so that Kathleen just sits in the shadows and waits her turn to negotiate (last)? Thus I would be able to RP it at my pace without holding others up. Let me know, will you?

If the thread keeps up at this pace, I cannot. You see RL is at the moment prohibiting me from that level of activity. Perhaps I can edit my last post so that Kathleen just sits in the shadows and waits her turn to negotiate (last)? Thus I would be able to RP it at my pace without holding others up. Let me know, will you?
OOC: Hey, don't worry about it. I understand how RL can be. That would be fine, to just kinda wait and wait to negotiate...or you could even TG me and we could work it out that way...nice and easy, at your pace.

ooc: Thanks, I'd like to do it here, mainly for the post count. I'll edit the post now...

A hush fell across the area as the appointed hour drew on.

Within the Maelthra, the crew was running the last minute checks. Everything seemed to be functioning as it should.

Still, there were seven silver-class mages aboard as a failsafe, in case something did go wrong.

Outside, there was all but absolute still.

K -- "For so long, we were complete in our own borders...but as all things...this too must end."

The drinks the No Endorse reps had requested were brought to them...it was a native drink, slightly sweet, but not unbearably so, with a full texture to it. Non alchoholic, as requested.

From the ship, an audio message came.

"Everything set here. Do we have your permission to launch, Valsharess?"

Kaymiril VII nodded from where she was standing.

"Permission granted...and good luck."

She hadn't raised her voice, but by some trick or spell, it carried so that all could hear...even in the ship.

The great engines started up for the first time, as the ship prepared to lift.

The sound crescendoed...and abruptly died as the engines stalled.

*Inside the ship*

"Come on, come on..."

The crew were all working frantically to find and fix the error.

An industrious engineer found a couple of wires that had fused during earlier testing. Replacements were quickly brought in, and they restarted.

All in all, the ship was stalled for about a minute, before the engines roared back to life.

A cheer went up as it cleared the ground, and it sped from the earth into the sky...and further on, beyond the atmosphere, where it joined the other ships in space.

As the ship was lifting off, the engines roaring, another, lesser sound could be heard. As the ship streaked skywards, it was joined by four other craft - SE Cobra's. They overflew the landing pad at a slow speed, rolling their wings in salute of Queen Kaymiril VII, before each one broke away and engaged their afterburners, climbing steadily after the ship, coming into a flanking position.

Aboard the Hydra, Lt. Haldros watched the ship take off with a huge feeling of pride in his heart. His people had finally broken away from terra firma, and were now members of the galaxy at large. He could remember no greater feeling

Guiding Hope fired a salvo of torpedoes, which detonated in spectactular lightshow some way from the craft, but still visible from the planet's surface due to intensity of the explosions. There was also a message, broadcast to all:

No-one has worked harder than you to make this possible. You are an inspiration to those who worked with you to make this momentous occasion possible. Welcome Kaymiril, welcome to the beauty of space

"Congratulations Mother. I wish you nothing but peace as you explore Creation from space, but rea;ize undoubtedly that trouble will come knocking. Remember, I'll always be here, if not in body, then in spirit." Warfare said.

Arianna nodded thoughtfully.
"A couple of wires fused during earlier testing. Thus the Delay." She said. Her concousnes was on the new Kaymirilian ship, tracking it on its maiden voyage. It was in every part of the ship, not interfering, not helping, merely watching.

OOC: Thus, if something happens, simply assume she's saying what's happening inside the ship.

As the ship was lifting off, the engines roaring, another, lesser sound could be heard. As the ship streaked skywards, it was joined by four other craft - SE Cobra's. They overflew the landing pad at a slow speed, rolling their wings in salute of Queen Kaymiril VII, before each one broke away and engaged their afterburners, climbing steadily after the ship, coming into a flanking position.

Aboard the Hydra, Lt. Haldros watched the ship take off with a huge feeling of pride in his heart. His people had finally broken away from terra firma, and were now members of the galaxy at large. He could remember no greater feeling

Guiding Hope fired a salvo of torpedoes, which detonated in spectactular lightshow some way from the craft, but still visible from the planet's surface due to intensity of the explosions. There was also a message, broadcast to all:

Slavik watched the Maelthra launch, a wide grin on his face. It was a fantastic sight, one he'd likely to never forget.

Joining in with the celebration cheers, Slavik moved over to Nhur and greeted him.

"Nhur, it's great to see you again!"

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The moment the Maelthra broke the atmosphere, the Bridge crew of the Colossus MK II cheered. The Captain spoke up over the wild 'Whoops' and 'Yee-haws'.

"Everyone, please, quieten down! Tactical, fire four minor flares in the Flight Path of the Maelthra, but far enough not to blind them! And also fire six salvo's of low-grade Cruiser Missiles into the atmosphere! We're going to make a nice display! Comms! Send them this message!"

A few moments later, this was sent:

Congratulations, crew of the Maelthra, on your first true voyage into space.
This is a momentus achievement, and we salute you. We wish you good travels.
Sincerely,
Crew of the Colossus MK II

A picture of the Bridge then came up, showing all the crew doing a half salute. It was at that point that the flares exploded in the distance, creating a lovely purple display for the Maelthra.

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During this, the Colossus MK II fired off sixty low-grade missiles in groups of ten at a time. They streaked through space, and just barely penetrated the atmosphere when they exploded.

The sky filled up with large flashes, and then large blossoming explosions could be seen, small fireball streaking from them. Thankfully, due to careful detonation, the fireballs went out long before they hit the ground, and no damage was done to the atmosphere. Slavik grinned.

"Jarvus, you devil you..." He muttered.

OOC: He's SC Protoss, not human.

"Entaro Adun Colonel, I believe you know our man Sergei, yes?" The Massive Darchon tried to avoid invading the Colonels space, but at his size that was rather difficult.

Cougar looked up at the massive figure towering over him. He knew he wasn't being intimidated... still, it was quite scary, even to him,"I know Sergei, yes"

Kaymiril VII accepted the congratulations and well wishes with a kind of automatic grace.

She would barely remember them later.

After all this time...and all this work...from so many people...we've finally made it.



As the light from the 'fireworks' faded, different sigils of fire flared in the sky. They were large enough to be seen from space...a grand show.

An enlargened image of the Maelthra flared up, and worked its way across the sky. Maelthra, being the Drow word for 'Dragon', would thus make a fitting metamorphasis. The 'ship' blazed across the sky. The wings lengthened, and moved forward, and the body and head grew shifted positions, until a firey dragon swooped down over the crowd. as it pulled, up, the flames started to peel back and disappear, revealing a silver-ish (and solid) tint beneath. As the last of the flames vanished, the metal-wrought dragon headed straight up. The winds at its level beat with an almost unmatched force, but the skies were clear.

As it got enough altitude, the dragon suddenly exploded, creating little sparkling 'stars' which faded away.

Cougar looked up at the massive figure towering over him. He knew he wasn't being intimidated... still, it was quite scary, even to him,"I know Sergei, yes"

"How is he doing, his reports are very... brief."

One of the Guards expressed a desire to return to the shurttle, on the basis that he had forgotten an important document, which he truly had, he had forgotten the Treaty Proposal under his seat.

"How is he doing, his reports are very... brief."

One of the Guards expressed a desire to return to the shurttle, on the basis that he had forgotten an important document, which he truly had, he had forgotten the Treaty Proposal under his seat.

Cougar considered this briefly,"His performance has been... erratic. Whilst he is undoubtly skilled, he has shown a streak of racism that is shown at times with our Drow candidate... it hampers him"

Cougar considered this briefly,"His performance has been... erratic. Whilst he is undoubtly skilled, he has shown a streak of racism that is shown at times with our Drow candidate... it hampers him"

"That is disappopinting, I thought we had gotten him over that. He will never tell you what the problem is, and I am not so foolish as to tell you either, that would betray his trust, and no matter my motives I will not betray that mans trust. I can tell you that he does not hate Drow so much as distrust them, he has had difficulties with Rogues in the past, and he does not forget easily. And I am not foolish enough to forbid him making trouble, that would only make him try harder to not get caufght, not stop him, he is rather immature in some things."

The Guard reached the Shuttle and recovered the Document, before heading back to the "party".

"That is disappopinting, I thought we had gotten him over that. He will never tell you what the problem is, and I am not so foolish as to tell you either, that would betray his trust, and no matter my motives I will not betray that mans trust. I can tell you that he does not hate Drow so much as distrust them, he has had difficulties with Rogues in the past, and he does not forget easily. And I am not foolish enough to forbid him making trouble, that would only make him try harder to not get caufght, not stop him, he is rather immature in some things."

The Guard reached the Shuttle and recovered the Document, before heading back to the "party".

You're telling me

"He must learn to respect authority, or he will fail the course. I will have to erase his memories"

Slavik, deciding that he might as well do what he was here to do, stepped down, away from Nhur, and approached the Queen.

"Queen Kaymiril, may I talk to you a moment?"

Slavik, deciding that he might as well do what he was here to do, stepped down, away from Nhur, and approached the Queen.

"Queen Kaymiril, may I talk to you a moment?"
"Of course."

She motioned to a slightly less crowded area, and moved there.

"So, what can I do for you?"

Slavik smiled.

"Now that you have entered a whole new realm, you'll going to discover alot of things. But to quickly get to the point, there are some nasty organisations and people out there.

"What we want to do is strengthen ties with you. We have a treaty called BETAC, it's one of the founding constitutions in our Empire. Basically, it enables you to enjoy all the privelages any High Class Serpantian would have. We would be at liberty to protect you, give you the means to defend yourself, and go further. We're even willing to show you how to tap into Subspace, one of the best ways to travel long distances in space."

Slavik pulled out a pad and a stylus.

"Please, feel free to read it. Sign it if you want to, believe me, you'll be making a great choice if you do. I won't take much more of your time your Highness, others are anxious to meet you."

Slavik inclined his head.

"If there's nothing else Queen Kaymiril?"

You're telling me

"He must learn to respect authority, or he will fail the course. I will have to erase his memories"

"We tried that, it didn't work..." There was ironic amusement in the Darchons voice as he related how they had tried to help him get over his depression after his wife died, the best they could do was repress the memories for a time.

The Guard returned and approached the Darchon before Clearing his throat softly, enough to get his attention but not interrupt immediately.

The Darchon glanced at the Guard, who was gesturing at the queen wirth a document... Oh, right, the Treaty Proposal, he needed to present that ASAP, so he needed to get out of this quickly.

"I'm sorry Colonel, my Guard has reminded me of my duties, I need to deal with this, then I'll see if we can figure out what's wrong with Sergei."

~snip~
Kaymiril read over the treaty swiftly, her eyes missing no detail. She asked a few questions, and found the answers satisfactory.

She took the pad and signed it, then handed it back to Slavik.

"And I think that's settled, then."

Slavik smiled.

"Welcome to space m'lady. In a few days we'll send some of our military over to finalise some things. I'm sure you find our Defense Platforms and Gunships quite to your liking."

Taking the pad, Slavik saved the document, then put it in a concelaed pocket.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I must rid you of your drinks."

And with that, Slavik went down the steps two at a time, and picked up a glass.

Slavik smiled.

"Welcome to space m'lady. In a few days we'll send some of our military over to finalise some things. I'm sure you find our Defense Platforms and Gunships quite to your liking."

Taking the pad, Slavik saved the document, then put it in a concelaed pocket.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I must rid you of your drinks."

And with that, Slavik went down the steps two at a time, and picked up a glass.

The Darchon approached the Queen again, accompanied by the guard holding the Document that proposed a treaty between their nations, it was hoped that Kaymiril would become staunch allies of the Dominion.

The Darchon approached the Queen again, accompanied by the guard holding the Document that proposed a treaty between their nations, it was hoped that Kaymiril would become staunch allies of the Dominion.

Slavik shot a look at the MM representitive.

"So, the M 'n M's strike back..."

Slavik watched the scene, leaning on a table, sipping the sweet drink.

Slavik smiled.

"Welcome to space m'lady. In a few days we'll send some of our military over to finalise some things. I'm sure you find our Defense Platforms and Gunships quite to your liking."

Taking the pad, Slavik saved the document, then put it in a concelaed pocket.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I must rid you of your drinks."

And with that, Slavik went down the steps two at a time, and picked up a glass.
There was a celebration going on...elegant and sophisticated in the Drow style...but most definitely a celebration.

The Darchon approached the Queen again, accompanied by the guard holding the Document that proposed a treaty between their nations, it was hoped that Kaymiril would become staunch allies of the Dominion.
As Treaty Proposal was far from being an actual treaty, Kaymiril ordered chairs and a table for herself and the Darchon.

Basic points that Kaymiril insists on:

Kaymiril is in no way dependent upon your nation. We are allies and friends, and even trading partners, but never a dependency or a protectorate.

Kaymiril is not bound to fight in any war in which your nation was the aggressor, and we disagree with the premise.

Any act of war of one upon another makes the treaty null and void.

In a war between allies, Kaymiril cannot aide either/any side.

There was a celebration going on...elegant and sophisticated in the Drow style...but most definitely a celebration.


As Treaty Proposal was far from being an actual treaty, Kaymiril ordered chairs and a table for herself and the Darchon.

Basic points that Kaymiril insists on:

Kaymiril is in no way dependent upon your nation. We are allies and friends, and even trading partners, but never a dependency or a protectorate.

Kaymiril is not bound to fight in any war in which your nation was the aggressor, and we disagree with the premise.

Any act of war of one upon another makes the treaty null and void.

In a war between allies, Kaymiril cannot aide either/any side.


All of those were points that they had intended on including, they were just good ideas, and it was reassuring to see that the Queen knew her stuff.

Now for points that had not been included nby the Queen, but were negotiable:

Trade agreements, specfically, mutual discounts on international commerce between MM and Kaymiril.

Stationing and Pass rights, as long as they do not contradict any other provision requested by the Queen.

There were myriad other points, but they were rather minor, those two were the big ones, and deserved the most notice.

~snip~
Kaymiril VII agreed to the two major points, but tweaked several of the minor points more to her satisfaction.

Kaymiril VII agreed to the two major points, but tweaked several of the minor points more to her satisfaction.

Since the tweaking was of little impact to their intentions, and had no negative impact on them, it was quite alright, the Darchon was quite ready to sign the treaty as it was.

Kaymiril read over the treaty once more, to be certain of everything, then signed it, and gave it to the Darchon to sign.

A servant would make a copy as soon as it was signed.

Kathleen, noticing the festivities, decided to trade in her water for a strange, deep purple, drink. She also took a small pill just before her first sip. Ugh, this is going to take a while. she thought to herself. She decided it best to go put on her happy face and mingle with the others, though she wasn't much for conversation.

Nikola stood up from the table he and Sandy had been sitting at, and pulled a roll of parchment out of his coat. This sheet was invaluable. On it was a complete peace treaty, military alliance, right of passage treaty, trade treaty, and embassy exchange treaty. It was like a jack of trades, but it was thorough on every point.

"Here Sandy, why don't you go over to the party while I deal with this." Lowering his voice and leaning closer to her, he added, "Look for patterns. Unlikely alliances and things that look off. This is a perfect opportunity to see people's motives and alliegences.

Be extra cautious for mind-readers. If you feel an active mind probe, don't hesitate to sever ties. They can be reforged."


Abruptly, the two seperated, Sandy heading towards the throng of people milling about, Nikola heading for the queen. After waiting patiently for the Darchon to finish up formalities, Nikola approached Queen Kaymiril.

"Your highness. In light of your entry onto a new realm, the Inferno would like to open ties with your country." He unrolled the parchment and placed it before her. "It may appear that we are moving fast in this treaty, but we have been bretheren in the ITH, and Minister Talon believes this is enough to prove your worth. However, feel free to strike what you feel is too much this early. The hasty can oft be upset by the slow and clever."

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In the milling throng, Sandy was one of the only people hanging out with no one to talk to. Sipping her drink, she wandered slowly through the groups, looking for power players and for paired delegates. She noted that the delegates from Snake Eaters, Mini Miehm, and Outer Heaven conversing over to one side. Something that was surprising, but could have been expected due to their ITH relations. Satisfied that she'd observed most of the happenings that could be seen currently, she wandered among the throng, looking interested in striking up a conversation.

Abruptly, the two seperated, Sandy heading towards the throng of people milling about, Nikola heading for the queen. After waiting patiently for the Darchon to finish up formalities, Nikola approached Queen Kaymiril.

"Your highness. In light of your entry onto a new realm, the Inferno would like to open ties with your country." He unrolled the parchment and placed it before her. "It may appear that we are moving fast in this treaty, but we have been bretheren in the ITH, and Minister Talon believes this is enough to prove your worth. However, feel free to strike what you feel is too much this early. The hasty can oft be upset by the slow and clever."

"Yes, often." Kaymiril (having finished with the Darchon (sorry, MM, we can finish that when you get back on)), took the treaty and read over it.

A well made treaty, this one. Everything. Right down to the exchange of ambassadors.

"This was a well thought-out treaty. Indeed...I can find no flaws with it."

She signed it and had it copied.

Kathleen bumped into Sandy, not realizing who she was. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry." she apologized. You've done it now. Better get to talking so I don't come across as rude. she thought. "My name is Kathleen, I'm from the Kazeci foreign trade bureau." She had a very positive and happy voice. It sounded as though she was into the conversation and what her new best friend had to say.

"Yes, often." Kaymiril (having finished with the Darchon (sorry, MM, we can finish that when you get back on)), took the treaty and read over it.

A well made treaty, this one. Everything. Right down to the exchange of ambassadors.

"This was a well thought-out treaty. Indeed...I can find no flaws with it."

She signed it and had it copied.


The Darchon signed the Treaty, it was well done, now he could relax and enjoy the party.

And it's quite a party, as the Kaymirilians are more relaxed at this sort of event than most other humanoid races.

And it's quite a party, as the Kaymirilians are more relaxed at this sort of event than most other humanoid races.


The Drow may have been RELAXED partiers, but they were nothing to the Tayledras clans of the Protoss, they took their fun almost as seriously as they took their work, and they were the ultimate masters of celebration, and this was favorably comparable to one of their celebrations, a very good thing, else the Darchon might have gotten bored.

Cougar was not a party man. He was watching the speck of light that was the ship move across the sky

Haldosir approached Cougar.

"A grand day...and a grand responsibility."

"For yourself, yes. You have the Queen to guard. I have no real purpose here, other than to represent Lord Barbarossa"

"For yourself, yes. You have the Queen to guard. I have no real purpose here, other than to represent Lord Barbarossa"

The Darchon had good hearing, and he returned to Cougar upon hearing that, "Of course you have something to do, you and I can figure out what the hell is wrong with Sergei, and maybe we can avoid killing him if we do."

The Darchon had good hearing, and he returned to Cougar upon hearing that, "Of course you have something to do, you and I can figure out what the hell is wrong with Sergei, and maybe we can avoid killing him if we do."

"That can be done anytime... I am prepared to give him one more chance"

"For yourself, yes. You have the Queen to guard. I have no real purpose here, other than to represent Lord Barbarossa"
"I meant for Kaymiril. Space is new. Dangerous...an opportunity, for construction or death..."

"I meant for Kaymiril. Space is new. Dangerous...an opportunity, for construction or death..."

"You'll be fine... I have no doubts"

"You'll be fine... I have no doubts"
"Not if this Queen Kaymiril is like the one I knew."

"I meant for Kaymiril. Space is new. Dangerous...an opportunity, for construction or death..."

"Feeling morbid are we?" He grinned to show he was kidding, and then reinforced it with his next comment, "No, I jest, in truth Space is dangerous, but I feel that the wonders more than make up for the dangers, there s mofre beauty than threat in space for us, and with allies like the Colonel and his lord, you are certainly safe from any agressors."

Slavik walked over to the little group.

"Maybe, maybe not. What I do know however is that we'll be sending over some Military Architects in a few days, to begin drawing up plans for Kaymiril's Defense Network."

Slavik walked over to the little group.

"Maybe, maybe not. What I do know however is that we'll be sending over some Military Architects in a few days, to begin drawing up plans for Kaymiril's Defense Network."

"You make my point for me, just by being here and saying that you make my point."

"Not if this Queen Kaymiril is like the one I knew."
"She is not, the fact that you have expanded to space travel should be enough for you"

Cougar looked at Slavik with an odd look in his eye. He didn't like this new treaty, using Outer Heavn products to defend a place. It was entirely possible that, sjhould the alliance break down, that these systems could be turned against Kaymiril... and he wouldn't hesitate to jump to it's defence. Regardless, it was better to give them the means to create their own constructs, and aid them in doing so, than simply building them for them

Slavik nodded.

"Space is wonderous and dangerous. It's important to have a good defence in place before you go out exploring."

Slavik nodded.

"Space is wonderous and dangerous. It's important to have a good defence in place before you go out exploring."

The Darchon was uneasy about this newcomer to their neck of the woods, what was their agenda? For all his polirte speech he distrusted them like Sergei distrusted Drow.

Slavik swigged his drink.

"Everyone's gone quiet, did I say something offensive?"

Slavik swigged his drink.

"Everyone's gone quiet, did I say something offensive?"

"Your words make people uneasy, you might want to consider rephrasing them"

Slavik swigged his drink.

"Everyone's gone quiet, did I say something offensive?"

"No, nothing, just thinking."

And indeed, he had been thinking, and he decided it was worth the risk, he was not sure if the Colonel was Receptive, but it was time to find out.

:Colonel, can you hear me, if so, show nothng, do not jump, do not nod, simply blink and I will know, anything you wish me to hear you have merely to think and I will know.: He was a powerful Mindspeaker, no one but a Tayledras trained Adept could hear him if he did not wantthem to, and he did not want this new man to hear him.

"She is not, the fact that you have expanded to space travel should be enough for you"

Cougar looked at Slavik with an odd look in his eye. He didn't like this new treaty, using Outer Heavn products to defend a place. It was entirely possible that, sjhould the alliance break down, that these systems could be turned against Kaymiril... and he wouldn't hesitate to jump to it's defence. Regardless, it was better to give them the means to create their own constructs, and aid them in doing so, than simply building them for them
"Founding a country was a big enough challenge for her ancestor. This one merely feels the need to expand. If she takes after that ancestor, she'll be fine."

"Your words make people uneasy, you might want to consider rephrasing them"

Slavik raised an eyebrow.

"How so Colonel? An example would be useful."

"No, nothing, just thinking."

And indeed, he had been thinking, and he decided it was worth the risk, he was not sure if the Colonel was Receptive, but it was time to find out.

:Colonel, can you hear me, if so, show nothng, do not jump, do not nod, simply blink and I will know, anything you wish me to hear you have merely to think and I will know.: He was a powerful Mindspeaker, no one but a Tayledras trained Adept could hear him if he did not wantthem to, and he did not want this new man to hear him.
I can hear you, talk to you, and whatever else. What is it?

Slavik raised an eyebrow.

"How so Colonel? An example would be useful."

"Your emphasis and attempted pushing of defence on others may make them uneasy. You must be careful to head others feelings and motions"

I can hear you, talk to you, and whatever else. What is it?

I do not trust this man, there is something about him that makes me uneasy, I guess that you feel it too. In any case, I think he is a danger, he thinks too much of battle and speaks too much of his good intentions for my taste, I think we must work together to watch this snake in our midst.

Slavik grinned.

"Colonel, we aren't pushing this on Kaymiril. I merely asked the Queen, and she gave me the thumbs up. We're allies now under BETAC, so I'm obligated to help Kaymiril should she want it."

Slavik grinned.

"Colonel, we aren't pushing this on Kaymiril. I merely asked the Queen, and she gave me the thumbs up. We're allies now under BETAC, so I'm obligated to help Kaymiril should she want it."

This is case-in-point of why I mistrust him, he is too eager to seem trustworthy, as though he has something to hide.

I do not trust this man, there is something about him that makes me uneasy, I guess that you feel it too. In any case, I think he is a danger, he thinks too much of battle and speaks too much of his good intentions for my taste, I think we must work together to watch this snake in our midst.

I have been watching all at this party, and I believe that he is too sure of himself... he seems to believe everyone should believe as he believes. It is not a question of trust, for Outer Heaven are... well, the term allies could be applied loosely, of Snake Eaters.

Slavik grinned.

"Colonel, we aren't pushing this on Kaymiril. I merely asked the Queen, and she gave me the thumbs up. We're allies now under BETAC, so I'm obligated to help Kaymiril should she want it."

"You speak of nothing but good intentions... that makes many suspicious. There is always something wanted in return for an agreement... Kaymiril and Snake Eaters are like that. They teach us magick and things we had forgotten, we teach them technology and other things like that... thus far, you have spoke of nothing but what you can do for Kaymiril.. tell me, what do you ask in return? I ask only because I live in this great nation, and see it as my home"

Slavik nodded.

"We aren't trying to rip Kaymiril or anyone off, let me say that now. Outer Heaven has many enemies at the moment where it dwells, and it doesn't need anymore. The only thing we really ask for in return is assistance if we go to war. However, due to the nature of BETAC, assistance is a very wide term. Kaymiril could merely send us a loaf of bread and that'd count as their 'assistance'. We're also trying to strengthen ties with other Nations here, and we believe that Kaymiril will do well to help us achieve that goal."

I have been watching all at this party, and I believe that he is too sure of himself... he seems to believe everyone should believe as he believes. It is not a question of trust, for Outer Heaven are... well, the term allies could be applied loosely, of Snake Eaters.



"You speak of nothing but good intentions... that makes many suspicious. There is always something wanted in return for an agreement... Kaymiril and Snake Eaters are like that. They teach us magick and things we had forgotten, we teach them technology and other things like that... thus far, you have spoke of nothing but what you can do for Kaymiril.. tell me, what do you ask in return? I ask only because I live in this great nation, and see it as my home"

You are members of a multi-national alliance if I remember correctly, but remember, better a true enemy than a false friend, and whatever his masters intentions may be, I cannot shake my mistrust of him. He is like an old foe of our people, long defeated, known as the Imperial Order, you either agreed with them, or died, perhaps there would be no death here, but the principle is the same.

Kathleen bumped into Sandy, not realizing who she was. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry." she apologized. You've done it now. Better get to talking so I don't come across as rude. she thought. "My name is Kathleen, I'm from the Kazeci foreign trade bureau." She had a very positive and happy voice. It sounded as though she was into the conversation and what her new best friend had to say.

"I er... it's perfectly alright" she stuttered, wiping a small ammount of spilled juice off her wrist. "I'm Sandy Farsee, Galactic Inferno Navy. So I guess you're here about a trade treaty, and probably some right of passage stuff, am I correct? My companion Nikola and I were here to establish diplomatic relations with Kaymiril. Trade was a part of our treaty too,I believe."

Hmm, this one makes me nervous. Too cheerful... and I hate cheerful.

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Nikola ceremonially bowed to the Queen, right fist over his left chest.
"Thank you Your Highness. This is a breakthrough for both of our nations. However, I do not wish to detain you any longer than necessary, it would appear that you have other buisness to attend to."

"More than I was expecting. Feel free to stay as long as you like, though."

"I er... it's perfectly alright" she stuttered, wiping a small amount of spilled juice off her wrist. "I'm Sandy Farsee, Galactic Inferno Navy. So I guess you're here about a trade treaty, and probably some right of passage stuff, am I correct? My companion Nikola and I were here to establish diplomatic relations with Kaymiril. Trade was a part of our treaty too, I believe."
"It's nice to meet you. I, too, am here to set up diplomatic relations. Normally we would have sent a diplomat trained for these occasions to establish relations, but they are spread thin right now, so they decided to fast track the process and send me to do someone else’s job. You see, normally I meet with nations we already know to further trade relations, now I'm doing both. This is far beyond my area of work." She took another sip of her drink, which turned into a gulp as she finished off the glass. "I'm off to get another, care to join me?"

After replenishing her drink, Kathleen casually walks over to an area near the queen. Seeing her time to strike, she moved in directly, with speed and power. With a slight bow of the head, she waits for the queen to start the conversation.

After replenishing her drink, Kathleen casually walks over to an area near the queen. Seeing her time to strike, she moved in directly, with speed and power. With a slight bow of the head, she waits for the queen to start the conversation.
Queen Kaymiril VII smiles at Kathleen, and guestures out.

"This all no doubt seems very primitive to you...maybe even occult, in some parts. However, it is my hope that neither you nor your nation will judge us harshly by our differences. But I ramble. You came here for diplomatic reasons."

She guestures Kathleen to a chair, before taking one herself.

Her few years in training for diplomacy kicked in as she replied without thinking. "Oh, no, not at all. We embrace differences. We, too, choose to hide our technology from everyday life." Taking another drink and seating herself, she continued. "Yes, the diplomacy. I'm sure the concepts involved in a treaty between us aren't new to you, but I will review them before putting a draft on the table. The first is a non-aggression pact, simple as it sounds. I don't see a need for anything stronger like a defense pact or alliance, but if you wish, you will have it.

Then, free trade. Each nation may have as many lightly armed within the other's boarders as it likes (unless there is a crisis situation in that boarders are restricted). These ships may be scanned and illegal goods confiscated at the digression of each nation. Taxes on traded goods will be equal, weather they are nonexistent is your choice.

Now, for the disclaimer, all terms and agreements may be renegotiated at any date with the consent of both parties. By agreeing to the above terms and conditions, you agree to practice them with not only the nation of Kazecistan, but all of the nations within The Republic. Yada yada.

I'd like to hear your thoughts."

Slavik nodded.

"We aren't trying to rip Kaymiril or anyone off, let me say that now. Outer Heaven has many enemies at the moment where it dwells, and it doesn't need anymore. The only thing we really ask for in return is assistance if we go to war. However, due to the nature of BETAC, assistance is a very wide term. Kaymiril could merely send us a loaf of bread and that'd count as their 'assistance'. We're also trying to strengthen ties with other Nations here, and we believe that Kaymiril will do well to help us achieve that goal."

Cougar nodded at these words, thinking carefully about his response,"I hope that this will be the case then, for all our sakes"

Her few years in training for diplomacy kicked in as she replied without thinking. "Oh, no, not at all. We embrace differences. We, too, choose to hide our technology from everyday life." Taking another drink and seating herself, she continued. "Yes, the diplomacy. I'm sure the concepts involved in a treaty between us aren't new to you, but I will review them before putting a draft on the table. The first is a non-aggression pact, simple as it sounds. I don't see a need for anything stronger like a defense pact or alliance, but if you wish, you will have it.

Then, free trade. Each nation may have as many lightly armed within the other's boarders as it likes (unless there is a crisis situation in that boarders are restricted). These ships may be scanned and illegal goods confiscated at the digression of each nation. Taxes on traded goods will be equal, weather they are nonexistent is your choice.

Now, for the disclaimer, all terms and agreements may be renegotiated at any date with the consent of both parties. By agreeing to the above terms and conditions, you agree to practice them with not only the nation of Kazecistan, but all of the nations within The Republic. Yada yada.

I'd like to hear your thoughts."
"How many nations are in The Republic, and how do I know that all of them are as well intentioned as Kazescistan?"

Provided that Kazecistan has no malevolent intentions.

"There are about 14 nations in the Republic. Any of whom may choose not to honor the trade part of the treaty, none of whom may break the nonaggression portion. I assure you that we have no ill will towards your nation and would go to great lengths in the senate of the republic, of which we are a large part, to ensure peace between our peoples." Taking another drink, she continues. "I hope I have assuaged you of your worries? You were right to ask, of course, but there is no need to fear us."