NationStates Jolt Archive

In a far off corner of the milky way, there sits a place; a place long forgotten by many maps; yet essentially the most important place in the Universe. Bearing in mind that importance is relative; and those in question, were the Nietzcheans. Enga's Redoubt stood; former homeworld of the Drago-Kasov Pride and now claimed as Throne World of Archduke Charlamagne Bolivar, Sabra-Jaguar Pride. Smirking, softly running a hand through blond hair, relaxing as he observed the remains of Drago Museveni, the Nietzchean progenitor, lain out before him; rising slowly, to caress the ancient corpse that held so much value to his people; fingers idly dancing across the shroud; used by the Nietzcheans in lieu of a crown amongst their leaders; a position he now held.

Before him, were, on their knees, William Ataturk, fleet Marshall of the Drago-Kasov, and Tyr Anasazi, only known survivor of Kodiak Pride. He let a smile flit across his lips as he stepped forth.

"Gentlemen" His voice was smooth, seductive, tinged with an almost predatory air of malice. "Can't we talk sensibly now. I have brought you both here to witness a monumental day. We need no longer be divided states, at war with each other. Especially given the benefits of a united Nietzchean Empire. Peace; rather than war; can make us strong, strong enough to endure to a time when war becomes feasible. All I ask now; is your allegience."

And both bowed their heads, as Charlamagne spun on his heel, turning from them. "Excellent; now if you will excuse me, I have a message to send forth."

People of the Galaxy, I am Archduke Charlamagne Bolivar of the Sabra-Jaguar pride, a Nietzchean. What, you may ask is a Nietzchean. We are, a sub-species of humanity; albeit an advanced one. We are Homo Sapiens Invictus, The Unconquerable man; created by Paul Museveni, propogated by the Progenitor; Drago Museveni. And now, after years of infighting and war; we are one. On that note; I welcome any diplomats who seek contact with our Empire, and open the doors of Enga's Redoubt to those who see themselves as worthy of knowing us; that is, if you have what it takes; the right....characteristics.

Queen Sabrina Elise Rinidade Virgil sat upon the throne, in solitude, contemplating the most resent United Nations' resolution - how could such a small country like Marax defend themselves when these peaceful, secure nations all around were continuously preventing unestablished countries from surviving. Many of her people were already calling for withdrawal from the UN - Sabrina Virgil could not afford such a daring move when the economy was at such a critical point. They were flourishing, at the very peak of perfect economic stability. They could only go down an it was not the time to make drastic changes.

Hearing a quiet, hesitant knock on the oak doors leading to the throne room, Queen Virgil straightened up from her original, hunched over position of deep thought and nodded to the guards to allow the messanger admitance. Her forest green eyes were alert and ready to recieve any news that might divert her attention from her current predicament. After all, she was one of the youngest queens ever to take the throne, after her father of course.

With great finece, the double doors swung open gracefully, and a man clad in red and yellow baring a neatly typed letter stepped foward. Once he reached within twenty paces of Her Majesty, he proceeded to read from the letter. Queen Virgil took little notice of the droll introduction, but become enraptured shortly thereafter.

"The incoming message had been recieved by multiple countries as thus: 'People of the Galaxy, I am Archduke Charlamagne Bolivar of the Sabra-Jaguar pride, a Nietzchean. What, you may ask is a Nietzchean. We are, a sub-species of humanity; albeit an advanced one. We are Homo Sapiens Invictus, The Unconquerable man; created by Paul Museveni, propogated by the Progenitor; Drago Museveni. And now, after years of infighting and war; we are one. On that note; I welcome any diplomats who seek contact with our Empire, and open the doors of Enga's Redoubt to those who see themselves as worthy of knowing us; that is, if you have what it takes; the right....characteristics.' "

"The right characteristics?" Queen Virgil's voice was much more intense than she had planned it to be, causing her advisers (who had been summoned to attend the reading only moments before) to flinch in her general direction.

[[Is this alright?]]

OOC: Well, we're an FT Nation; so do you have some way of travelling through space? Also, if you want contact a reply to the transmission would be nice :)

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OOC: My people hate Nietzscheans we were orginally oppressed by them.

IC: The Hornet a scout for the Imperial Space Navy picked up the message. The Captains response, "Nietzscheans, I thought we got rid of them in the first war seems we need to deal with this Empire before it threatens to enslave us all again." The Hornet sends it message to the Antaran Central Command for orders. The Offically orders from the Central Command leave them alone and make no contact. The Captain responds, "Yes sir marking this sector of space as hostile."

Shroud draped over his shoulders; Charlamagne stands before a mirror; a hand teasing at his hair, before pausing; spinning about.
He smirks softly.

A shadow stands, leanign against a wall; watching him; its dreadlocked hair flowing down its back, as lips contort in a slight sigh.

"And so this is how we come together; treachery, cunning and proper table manners, hm, Charlamagne?"

"Tyr; my friend. You underestimate me; the Drago-Kasov are laid low; we hold the body of our hallowed progenitor; we even hold Enga's Redoubt. Do you still worry that we shall lack our victory?"

"I think of what is best for the Nietzschean people."

"As we should, Kodiak"

"And what of you, Jaguar?" Tyr laughs, slowly stepping forward into proper light. "You deemed as ruler of our Empire, uniting us through war and now in peace; yet you are not his reincarnation."

"Sometimes the hand of fate, my friend, has to be forced; prophecy serves its place, but it cannot protect us against the tides of enemies just beyond our borders. Do you remember Brandenburg Tor"

Tyr was silent; 3 billion dead in less than 5 days; Humans, Perseids, and most importantly Nietzscheans. All dead at the hands of the Magog; who were then bound in paper chains of peace.

"I remember...."

"Then you know that we cannot be seen to be weak; we must gather our strength, and a united Nietzschean Empire is the only way to accomplish this." He smiled softly. "I have a job for you; call it a mission, if you will. As of this moment, we are the three main Prides; Sabra-Jaguar, Drago-Kasov and now Kodiak. I give you the colony of Zarathustra, and entreat you; go, rebuild what has been lost."

"And I'm supposed to thank you?"

"Call it a gesture of faith, Kodiak. And Tyr?"

Tyr turned, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Charlamagne.

"What?"

"Remember to try and seek outwith physical perfection; remember that other things matter more than health, strength and...Imaginiative hairstyles."

"Treachery, cunning and table manners?"

"Of course; go in peace brother; an idealist and a hopeless dreamer; a true Nietzschean."

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Bump; come on people; respond, engage in diplomatic exchanges; we will continually remind you of your genetic inferiority, but hey :P

"There are at least three good reasons why you shouldn't let the Sabra-Jaguar pride join your new Commonwealth: we are renowned for our treachery, we are at war with Drago-Kazov pride, and we will constantly remind you of your genetic inferiority. Now, here's the up-side: we are renowned for our treachery, we are at war with the Drago-Kazov pride, and did I mention we command the third largest fleet in the known worlds?"
-Archduke Charlamagne Bolivar

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OOC: Is that an 'I'd like to RP' Xanthal? Or do you just enjoy showing off your Andromeda quote knowledge? :-P

The Cataclysm-class warship Tzaan-Hammer was en route to a nearby system when it recieved the message. The Warmaster in command saw an opportunity, whether to subjugate or to form an alliance would be decided upon arrival. Thus, the Tzaan-Hammer set a course for this "Enga's Redoubt."

OOC: Sorry for somewhat crappy post, its late and this is my first first-contact RP.

OOC: Is that an 'I'd like to RP' Xanthal? Or do you just enjoy showing off your Andromeda quote knowledge? :-PYes.

*Is watching*

"Sir; we are picking up an energy signature headed for us, a vessel of some kind."

"Well then, open communications"

"Aye, Sire"

The Nietzschean communications systems flashed into operation; and Charlamagne stepped forward to speak; smiling lightly as he brushed a hand through his tousled hair.

"Unknown vessel; you are currently within space designated as being that of the Nietzschean Empire. I, Charlamagne Bolivar, will be more than happy to meet with you, should you be responding to our message; however, if your intentions are less than noble; I'll have no choice than to regard you as hostile. I'm sure you understand..."

OOC: A good intro post deserves a wacky post from me.

"This is wing alpha, we have target aquired. "

"Roger alpha, fire away."

"Target splintered, my sensors tell me his plasma reactor's all gone. "

"Heh. Any second boys, girls and the genderless."

Even as these messages wormed their way into her candlestine mind, Kaptain Jevena Anortis was preoccupied, her legs moving in deliberate ryhtmic motions, dragging across the smooth floor of what could be called her "Room". Wearing the "Shacket" and "Jeanz" that had become her trademark, she continued to go over her calisthentics routine.

"HAHA! YOU LIKE THE TWO QUANTUM TORPS UP YOUR ARSE?!"

"Stupid rookie. Cmon birdy, say heylo to my pwnage-projectors"

"Damn you alpha-beta wing, you sons of a tentacle monster threesome! That's thirty-six kills. Damn you! My guys twenty-five can't compare"

"Allright you weaklings, lets head on home"

With a mere wave of her furred hand Jevena (Common name, Jen) summoned up the images relayed across the Xenonian particle entanglement neuralink and assessed her crews combat performance. As the Kaptain of the 2nd Xenonian Fleet, numbering one Miak Class Line-vessell, it was her duty.

Smooth, flawless destruction. The burning hulls of another wraith fleet littered the system. Seven blazing hiveships, and at least two hundred darts had been annihilated peicemeal by the firepower of her vessell, and it's strikecraft. Not even the slightest bit of a challenge. Even the strikecraft barely suffered a scartch before wiping the fleet to the tiniest pieces of space dust.

Even as she ran over the battlefield sucess, evaluating the performance of her crew as they docked, another thought entered her consciousness.

People of the Galaxy, I am Archduke Charlamagne Bolivar of the Sabra-Jaguar pride, a Nietzchean. What, you may ask is a Nietzchean. We are, a sub-species of humanity; albeit an advanced one. We are Homo Sapiens Invictus, The Unconquerable man; created by Paul Museveni, propogated by the Progenitor; Drago Museveni. And now, after years of infighting and war; we are one. On that note; I welcome any diplomats who seek contact with our Empire, and open the doors of Enga's Redoubt to those who see themselves as worthy of knowing us; that is, if you have what it takes; the right....characteristics.

Jen smiled. The usual arrogant tapers of humanity. It was cute though, she thought.

They could have even been an experiment of the remanants of our own protectors. Ah well, no matter. May as well check them out. Perhaps I'll even find one or two of them as decent sparring partners. Yet to actually find anyone who isn't Xenonian who fufills that challenge.

"Have I my dear foolish wraithikins boarder of my own vessell?" The Anthromorph asked aloud, before grasping the severed Wraith head that lay nearby.

The ship instantly dissapeared with a thought, appearing exactly where it was asked.

"And another; interesting." Bolivar regarded the vessel that had just materialised with cold Nietzschean cunning; letting the beginnings of a smile play across his elegant features. He turned to a communications officer "Well, invite them down"

The communications boomed; an offer of docking, a chance to be escorted to Charlamagne's throne room; to meet the Emperor of this new star rising.

Charlamagne reclined in the great throne; shroud draped over his shoulders; as a great cloak, symbolising his dominance of the Nietzschean people. They were to be living gods, warriors and poets; cultured men, bringing civilisation to every dark corner of the Universe. The Unconquerable Man; taking his first steps towards greatness.

"Let them come" He thought, idle in his musings, "Let us see what these new beings bring"

Even as the Miak complied with the ever-so-brusque request, Jan was preparing for the quite possible onset of war. Her Neuralink was monitoring nerve systems, brain patterns and just about everything one can measure. The entire crew had done the same. If even one died, 3rd fleet would know.

And all hell would break loose

Snapping her mental fingers, She ordered the Xenonian marines, her crew to stand at the ready. As the Miak landed, they waited inside for her signal should everything be turned on it's head.

Even as the acess ramp hit the ground, she prepared to exit for the mission. Clad in but her own clothes, wearing no obvious armour, weapons or threatening firepower, she looked every bit the diplomat. With teeth.

OOC: You know what an anthromorph is right? Of

Processing Data.

Message Type: Voice Video Tranmission

Message Content: Introduction on Galatic Scale

Nation in Question: Inhabitants of the Shlee Star.

Standing Orders: Send to Ranking Biological

Kirana read through the message, his body shaking with the amount of effort it was taking to stand. He made a mental note to gain a new Kin Suit, otherwise he might have to engage embarrising questions as to why a God was collapsing for no reason in the streets. As he read the message, he nodded, activating a Special Cell of Driods to handle the Situation.

The Narlar had returned, and now they had a compleatly submissive Searvent.

Nietzschean System

The Ship that exited Hyperspace. It was a Valley Class Destroyer, wide and thiner then a conventional ship, it was suited to combat. However, inside its treated hull, where not the Warriors that once would reside within it. Now, existed the Embassr Driods, One of the designs that did not have personallity Resricters. The Driod sent out a message, quite appropriatly.

-Hail-

-We come in peace, although we travel with a Warship, it is not our intention to cause war with you. Please do not engage hostilities.-

-End Hail-

Deatharon Prime..........
The Imperial City

"Emperor, We should make contact with these Nietzscheans before they find us and try to enslave us like last time." Said Supreme General Marius the Emperor Akarth Von Antheron replies, " We have fought Nietzscheans before lets just leave them alone and hope they do not see it as a weakness." The Supreme General replies, "My Emperor they would see that as a weakness lets send an diplomat to deal with them." The Emperor nods and saids, "Very well, send the Evon Kartesh he will deal with the Nietzscheans. If were lucky they will not try to fight us. If not we can always just attack them and hope there constant infighting overwhelms them like last time." The Supreme General bows and gives the orders to the diplomatic department of the Empire.


Five hours later.........
heading towards Nietzschean space.

The Hornet was with a small force of four ships heading toward Nietzschean space. The ships were in single file with the Hornet in the front and the transport in the rear. the other two ships were mere Attack Ships meant to play esscort to the transport. on board the transport was Diplomat Kartesh hopeing to start peaceful realtions with the Nietzscheans which as history has shown time and agian can be unpredictable.

"All vessels you are granted docking privileges and invited to join Archduke Bolivar in his throne room; we welcome you to Enga's Redoubt."

Garuda class fighters soared in daring and dazzling acrobatics from the rough atmosphere of Enga's Redoubt, as the diplomats approached; and Archduke Bolivar mused silently in his throneroom, a chuckle echoing those silent halls; where humans slaved away to further Nietzschean glory.
A message went forth.

"Greetings, noble and gallant races who come to our homeworld, bearing good intentions I hope; not the kind that lead to hell, but those of which greatness are born. I ask nothing more than friendship, alliance and prosperity for the Nietzschean people, and of course, yourselves."

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Round and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel ...

The tune had becoem ingrained in Jans head. Still humming the blasted thing, she continued to move through the passages of "Enga's Redoubt". Moving with teg catlike grace possessed of an anhtromorph, she carried on slowly, sensing the prescence of what could only be the good ol ruthless creature that stood for an "leader equivalent" on this world.

The Deatharon Ship heads to dock. The Marines onboard were nervious they were not the same generation that fought the orginal Nietzschean prides that had orginally enslaved the Antaries Galaxy. The Marines were ordered to show no fear or any sign of weakness the Nietzscheans would pounce on easy prey. The Marines were all gentically Engineered to be about 7ft tall and they were all bred for loyality to the high command this made them ideal super soldiers on the field. The United Galactic Empire of Deatharon hoped they would show that the Empire had more than enough muscle to handle any Nietzschean invasion.

The Ship smoothly moved into the docks, its form looking serine. A part of the smooth surface seemed to crack open, and a ramp decended. From the Ship came the ambassator driod, no security detail, no followers, just one driod.

"I bring greetings, I hope they are not rejected" It said quite simply.

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"Greetings one an dall, in the name of the Nietzschean Empire. I am Arch-Duke Charlamage Bolivar; currently the Emperor of our proud nation. Tell me; are you familiar with the Nietzschean race? With our customs? It matters not; you are welcome all the same and will doubtless learn much of us"