NationStates Jolt Archive

"She's a beauty, Sir."

Captain Orick stood on the deck of the space station, looking out the window at his new ship, the Protectorate. It was the first of it's kind, a new vessel designed and created to replace the meager starships used by the old Confederacy.

Tho magnificent, the craft was small by Republic standards, as nations like Taledonia and Kazecistan had vessels fifty even sixty times bigger, but that mattered little. The silver cylandrical vessel with its twin engines on the back made it look great anyways.

Admiral Cordel was standing next to Orick, "Yes she is, the first of many. You know your mission right Captain?"

"Yes, Sir, test the Protectorate by going on an exploration mission. In the event of finding new alien races, then engage in diplomatic affairs." Orick replied humorisly.


Walking into the bridge of the ship, Orick looked around the room. First at his command crew of four, then out the window to view the beautiful planet below, taking a mental image of his home.

The navigations officer turned, "Captain, we are ready to depart."

Walking over and sitting in his chair, Captain Orick waited a moment before replying with a sense of pride, "Take us out Jensen."

Sliding elegantly through space, the 50 meter long ship slowly made it's way out of space dock. Making it's way further and further away from both the station and the blue planet below, the Protectorate prepared to make it's jump.

In a ray of light, the ship kicked in it's warp drives and sped out of view. Traveling such distances took time, even for FTL drives, but the ships destination was reached after a day of travel. Emerging from warp, the ship once again started moving on impulse drives and slid through space again; not knowing what they would find.

OOC: I've never really made an intro post, and haven't RPed much either, so I thought I'd do so now to give myself a chance to meet new nations and hopefully open up relations between them, myself and the whole of the Republic. If you want to jump in, just post something.

"Unknown ship, you have entered Military Installation 493-432-401. This is confidential space held by the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille. Please leave heading 033 towards Sucello for information. If you do not leave this space heading 033, we will trace you and destroy all information regarding this Installation." The comm op flicked off his microphone and awaited a response.

Unknown ship, you have entered Military Installation 493-432-401. This is confidential space held by the Sucellan Governance of Tannenmille. Please leave heading 033 towards Sucello for information. If you do not leave this space heading 033, we will trace you and destroy all information regarding this Installation.

The message from the "Sucellan Government of Tannenmille" as they called themselves, rang throught the communications link of the bridge.

"Harris" Orick called to the communications officer, "Open up a channel with them."

"This is Captain Orick of the Nirsian fleet. We appologise for our intrusion, and will gladly proceed to the area indicated."

The ship turned and calculated it's trajectory. It began moving in the direction, but did not use warp drives just yet, as they awaited any further reponses before doing so.

The message from the "Sucellan Government of Tannenmille" as they called themselves, rang throught the communications link of the bridge.

"Harris" Orick called to the communications officer, "Open up a channel with them."

"This is Captain Orick of the Nirsian fleet. We appologise for our intrusion, and will gladly proceed to the area indicated."

The ship turned and calculated it's trajectory. It began moving in the direction, but did not use warp drives just yet, as they awaited any further reponses before doing so.

"Acknowledged. You are approximately 3.9 kiloparsecs away from Sucello. Once you arrive to Sucello, you will be accompanied to the surface where you will be met by someone high in Government, likely Großkanzler Wolfgang Rosenthal. He will inform you of the borders of each system in the Governance and of the borders of this Installation. I have cleared you through diplomatically to a hotel in Porell City, the capital of Tannenmille. MIBorder Guard 0443, disconnecting."

OOC: Not trying to be rude, just the Installation is the most secretive part of Tannenmille.

OOC: No biggy.

IC:

After recieving the message, Orick ordered the jump. The warp engines engaged again, and the ship sped through space towards it's destination. Half an hour later, the ship slowed down to impulse once again.

This time the view of a planet was seen from the windows of the bridge. Orick walked over to them to get a better look, and marvelled at how much land there was on this planet; after all, Nirs was just water with one island on it.

"Nirsian vessel, this is Sucello Sector 443 Space Command. You are cleared to the surface, landing pad 1173 at the Palace. Please either deactivate all weapons or keep them within your ship after landing."

Four TIE Interceptors swooped from the shadows and placed themselves at each corner of the craft, guiding it down towards the burnt silver planet.

"Stand down all weapons, and keep shields down." ordered Orick as he watched the planet below get bigger and bigger as the ship moved forward.

Landing at the designated spot, the command crew exited the vessel and stood by it waiting for an escort.

The odd ship touched down on the landing pad. Peffe Tannen could see this through a window near the door of the palace, leading out onto the landing pad. Looking down, he could see the "street" below, almost four hundred feet down. The light above the door winked green, and two, then six, then ten Stormtroopers walked out of the doors, carbines lazily held in their grasp. "Go now," said one of the Stormtroopers behind Peffe. Immediately Peffe exited the palace, red cape swinging magestically behind him in the sharp Sucellan wind. His red Tannenmillian uniform was adorned with awards and ribbons; things he had won during various conflicts in the Governance.

Now is not the time to be extremely open, Peffe thought to himself. I must keep an air of professionalism, while also seeming strong. The ten Stormtroopers in front of him walked up the short walkway towards the landing pad, and then turned to face inwards. Peffe walked in the middle of this escort, with four more Stormtroopers walking behind him. "Welcome to Tannenmille," he announced over the stinging winds that caused the great red flag in the Palace Courtyard behind them to furl and unfurl, and then furl again. "I am Peffe Tannen, Fourth Reichsführer of the Sucellan Governance. As I understand it, you are from the system Nirs? If I'm wrong, please correct me, but not now. Now, I will escort you to the Library where I will be able to talk to you about the Installation and we can begin any diplomatic arrangements." Peffe paused for a second, then turned and walked towards the door, the escort forming behind the Nirsian people as they neared the entry to the palace.


OOC: Reichsführer in this sense has no connections to the Third Reich or National Socialism, just to let you know. It's just his title.

Walking next to the Reichsführer, Orick thought himself a little underdressed next to the man. His navy blue linen suit and silk tie on the white cotton shirt, his hat sitting orderly on his head and hiding the top part of his black kept hair. His sidearm sitting in the leather holster at his side.

"It's referred to as the Nirsian system actually. Nirs is our humble planet. I am Captain Theodore Orick, and this is my command crew; my navigations officer Lieutenant Jensen; my communications officer Lieutenant Harris; my tech officer Commander Morris; and my weapons and defenses operator, Alex Guvly."

OOC: Stormtroopers and TIE fighters, do you use SW tech?

OOC: Stormtroopers and TIE fighters, do you use SW tech?

OOC: I use a mix of Star Wars tech and my own. Stormtroopers are armed also with lightsabres.

The Reichsführer stepped into the palace and looked over towards the captain. "Again, welcome to you and your crew." The halls of the palace were wide; ten Stormtroopers could stand elbow to elbow in the room and still have extra space. Peffe drew and redrew the palace's floorplan in his mind -- He had memorized the layout of the entire facility since he was but nine years old. He took the Nirsian group down toward the second floor of the palace, and then walked around the long walls toward the Central Library.

Orick replied with a polite tone, "We thank you again for your hospitality and would again like to appologise for trespassing in your restricted territory."

He looked back at his crew briefly, and then at the escort of white soldiers which were called Stormtroopers. He knew that these people were currently neutral with the Protectorate, and they would know killing him and his crew would mean war, he still was a bit unnerved about how many guards they had, and how little weapons that him and his crew brought with them.

"And here we are," announced Peffe, swinging open two very large doors that opened up into a sprawling library. According to the floorplans, the size of the library was such that it could hold three Lamda-class shuttles in its walls. (OOC: Not that we'd ever use it for that, just a demonstration of the size) The guards walked into the library and then spread out along the walls, facing the lines of old books and the large seating space in the front of the library. "The Central Library. This is easily the largest room in the palace, excepting the Inner Courtyard and my room complex in the tower. Please, come and sit with me, and we will discuss more in detail this business in regards to my Installation."

Peffe walked briskly over to a magnificent chair, his light red cape flowing behind him like a brilliant cascade. He motioned towards the two large sofas to either side of the chair, in which the crew of the Nirsian ship sat.

"Now," Peffe began, looking at Captain Orick, "I am the Fourth King Reichsführer of the Triune Systems of the Sucellan Governance and Her Seventy-Five Planets Peffe Tannen, more commonly known in the Governance as either 'the Reichsführer', 'Reichsführer Peffe', 'Reichsführer Tannen', or just 'Peffe Tannen'. Call me what you like, but I would prefer you not use my full title except in the most formal of occasions." Peffe paused to let that sink in briefly, and then continued.

"I have been told you warped into my most secret Military Installation. As we have never had contact before this time, I can only assume that you had no maps of the Sucellan Governance. Since you had no way of knowing that the space you were going to warp in was sovereign territory of Tannenmille, your crew will not be punished. I would appreciate it likely as much as you if no additional Nirsian vessels entered that region of my space, Captain. One of my aides will be able to provide you with coordinates to warp to each major planet in the Governance. You and your nation's people are permitted to enter the open parts of Tannenmille, but not even our staunchest allies have access to the Installation. I'm not allowed to divulge to you the information regarding any of it, which I apologize for. On the datapad that contains the coordinates of each populated planet in the Governance will also be the four coordinates marking the borders of the Installation. Probes will be destroyed if they breach that border, but every manned ship will have one opportunity to return.

However, now I am interested in hearing about the Nirsian system and your home planet of Nirs. We are currently open to forming allegiances with foreign powers, and I'm sure our two nations will grow to be fast allies. However, at this time I am more interested in the history of Nirs. Have your people always lived on the planet, or was the discovery of the Nirsian system an accident, as the Sucellan discovery was?" Peffe leaned back in his chair and looked over each crewman, opening the floor for any of them to speak.