NationStates Jolt Archive

"Did you expect to control such a vast amount, with your bureacracy? It was designed to fail. Technocracy is not bureacracy, you know this, yet you can lie. Lie to yourself. You know there is only one solution. Relinquish your power. Reorganize the Technate. If you do not, it shall fall." The old man turned in his chair, looking at the middle-aged woman, who simply stared, the blood draining from her face. His grin was marked with his age as well, and only served to press her further into the corner.

"Power, corrupts. It is hard to relinquish. Yet you understand as well as I, that it is necessary. I gave up my life, I willingly severed my tie. That itself took great will, but I decided for it, because I knew that my imperfection would make me complete, and thus perfect. Do you not also address the Dictum as we all? Perfection lies with rejection, and transcendence." He began to stand, and continued to smile.

"Tatyana... You knew my vision, and you understood why the Diplomat had to be eliminated. Yet, you also understood the ultimate truth. The Omar are greater than you or I. We must continue with the doctrine that GEHIRN gave. We must centralize, rather than bureacrize. And its possible, you know this, and you rejected the proposal long ago, in favor of giving yourself more power. Now I demand it from you."

The woman crossed her arms, facing away. She knew the truth. But did she have to listen. She knew that the power would be hard to give up, yet she also knew that it would fail, and not far off, but quite soon. The Technate was in complete disarray. She sighed, and nodded. "Very well."
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Tatyana's face was behind her on the projection screen, as she stood in the center of a great Amphitheatre. The Omar stood at perfect attention, the minorities of the progenitus, humans, and other species mixed in. She was greatly troubled, and this reflected not upon the emotionless crowd, which was only there for show as the sene was recorded and televised. Those who could not attend in the Technate were transmitted directly into their neural uplink what was occuring. The Grand Technocrat sighed, before she began to speak.

"There is always a reasons for things. Our society was created on the principe of purpose. There was always a purpose, even in outdated, defunct technology. This is why I am brought here today. We have realized, that we have eliminated a vital part of our society, or technocracy in favor of the more outdated. It was a mistake, that we will now rectify. I am here to announce that we are going to reorganize Omar society, upon the principle of purpose, rather than individuality as before. We have seen the folly of this mistake.

We will centralize our society upon the central processing nexus, which will remain classified in its location. All data from all of our observations of the members of this society shall be recorded and processed ehre by the Coordinators. To take up the task, we have created a new caste of Omar, the Controllers, to serve as an extension of the Coordinators and become the centralized unit on which we will organize. These Omar will number one to a planet, and shall be the ruling committee of each guild system of planets. These commitees shall create the assembly of which wil created the center, the apex of our new government. They will plan and organize our society, so that we shall finally run efficiently for Adaptation, Conquest, and Survival.

However, we shall be also continuing the federalized goverment of the former Technate, in a different form. The gathering of Controllers shall determine the Omar Guild's needed representative to serve both an internal and external function to give this entity a face of which to negotiate with. THere will be no needed delegation of powers to this position, which I inform ylou I will be filling. This Praefectus will simply be a representative, internal and external.

The current hierarchy of the Kehaoti which is integrated within the Technate will remain absolutely the same, and will be controlled by the two Pontifexuses. However, the Praefectus will be delegated the authority to appoint this in an informal matter, to the discrestion of the Kehaoti organization. They shall remain a sovereign entity of the Technate.

After this reorganization, the Omar Technate's Controllers shall form a comprehensive archive and information database on this new Technate, which shall present a clear picture of our reorganized sovereign commonwealth's form. We are entering a new age of Omar Adaptation, of Omar Evolution. We must change to the conditions we find ourselves in. We, as a society, evolve as any biomechanical or organic lifeform. It is necessary for Omar Survival." Ending with a great inflection, yet there was no great response from the crowd, which simply processed the information, but recognized the change. A much welcomed change.
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Official Announcement from the Sovereign Technate of Omar Guilds

[i]Our nation has evolved. We have evolved from a broken down commonwealth controlled by a defunct program. We have evolved from a bureacratic technocracy with utterl chaos in its wake. We have become the true Sovereign Technate that we had envisioned, a society built upon purpose.

In light of this, the Omar Guilds requests all interstellar nations to prepare for a conference to be held at Fabiigri, in which the Omar Guilds will finally open itself fully to the Galazy as a sovereign entity with the intent to participate in interstellar affairs, and especially open diplomatic and economic opportunities with all interstellar entities.

We await your response.

Praefectus Tatyana
The Sovereign Technate of Omar Guilds
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Attending Nations:
Snake Eaters
Setian-Sebeceans

The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters welcomes you to the wonders of the galaxy, and would like to send a single representative to your nation in order to attend this conference.

The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters welcomes you to the wonders of the galaxy, and would like to send a single representative to your nation in order to attend this conference.

FTL Reply to Previous Request

We have processed your request, and accomodations will be made for your
representative for this conference. We advise you to invite fellow nations who
would like to involve themselvs in longterm relations with the Technate. We
also would like more information on this representative, so that we may better
accomodate for the specific needs of this representative.

And we show our endless gratitude for you reply. Forgive our ways of
etiquette, we do not find such things necessary in our society, which we must
warn you of. We also would like to say that we are not such a naive to the
galaxy as you might have first thought, we barely managed to survive a war
with the Setian-Sebecean Imperium, which was the aggressor of that conflict.
However, you are correct in knowing that we are unfamiliar with the politics of
the interstellar community, thus, we would greatly appreciate your advice.

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Encrypted Transmittion to the Omar Guilds
The Second Sebecean Democratic Imperium would like to attend, due to our history together. You may trust that the events that occured many years ago, will not occur again. We will dispatch a Vultura Command and Control Carrier with our represenative onboard.

FTL Reply to Previous Transmission

We are humbled by your nation's request, though we have a few concerns. We
are curious as to why you desire such a large craft to escort a single
representative. We cannot allow such a strong presence in Omar system, even if
I as Praefectus would allow it, the Controllers would deny such a threat to Omar
Survival. Thus, we request that you instead decrease the amount of firepower
used in the protection of your emissary. We have absolutely no motive or
intention of harming this emissary, and we will provide adequate
protection.

Sebecean Response
The presence of the ship serves no other purpose but to remind you and others of how powerful we are.

Reply

Is that so? I will not waste my time then. We gave you a request. We cannot
risk having such a powerful ship within our territory, especially of military grade.
There is absolutely no reason, and your apparent arrogance only serves to
aggravate relations with us and other nations. If you continue like this, we must
deny your request.

Response
We will submit to your requests this time, and only this time. We will instead send a Pherion class Modular Assault Destroyer. It is underway now, and should arrive in about a minute.

Very well. Since you have given us such short notice, we will be forced to
accept this offer. The Fabii Guild will be preapring for the arrival of your ship. As
soon as you are in the system, we shall direct you to where the conference will
be held. As you shall be the first here, the Praefectus, and in her role as official
diplomat, the Pontifexus Dexter shall meet with you for a personal reception of
the Setian-Sebecean emissaries. If you have any personal business to discuss
before the larger conference, then prepare your words, as you will have a limited
window of time with the Praefectus and the Pontifexus.

Response
The Destroyer, SIS Kyra, acknowledges coordinates and is heading there now. Ambassador Karal Menet awaits the meeting with your officials, and has a agreement to discuss. He will be staying aboard the destroyer throughout the conference only landing to attend the meetings.

The shorter, older woman with the strip-like hair watied at the reception bay, staring out of the window. Her cold blue eyes were greyed with her age, as she sighed deeply. These were quite the frustrating entities. Yet she was not a diplomat, she was a scientist. That is why she was Praefectus. Nor was the Pontifexus any better for such a delicate matter. Folding her arms, she was soon notified by the Omar Runner attendant that the Destroyer was coming into view, and was in the Fabii system. She nodded, and turned to the taller, lithe woman whom was the Pontifexus Dexter. She was quite unusal, with blueish-white skin and blue hair that was stringhy and unnatural looking. Then again, she was progenitus, and they often look unnatural to wombborn. The Praefectus nodded.

"Alarael, I hope you are ready. This is going to be a delicate situation. The Setian-Sebeceans are extremely arrogant, and easily offended. We have preliminarily prepared a quick-strike force to respond if the Destroyer turns hostile." Rah'Alarael, the Pontiexus, simply grinned, turning to face the Destroyer behind Tatyana. Tatyana turned to look at it as well. "We don't have much time to talk." She tapped into her link, sending the orders for the Coordinators to hail the destroyer, and order it to prepare to meet Tatyana and the Pontifexus in the reception lounge.

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The Destroyer closed in, the bridge picking up many target locks. It began to passively target enemy ships and gun placements. The Destroyer began to flare and roll reveiling its belly where a docking port extended to connect with the stations docking ring. The Ambassador and his party were ready to enter the station as soon as the pathway was locked and safe.

FTL Reply to Previous Request

We have processed your request, and accomodations will be made for your
representative for this conference. We advise you to invite fellow nations who
would like to involve themselvs in longterm relations with the Technate. We
also would like more information on this representative, so that we may better
accomodate for the specific needs of this representative.

And we show our endless gratitude for you reply. Forgive our ways of
etiquette, we do not find such things necessary in our society, which we must
warn you of. We also would like to say that we are not such a naive to the
galaxy as you might have first thought, we barely managed to survive a war
with the Setian-Sebecean Imperium, which was the aggressor of that conflict.
However, you are correct in knowing that we are unfamiliar with the politics of
the interstellar community, thus, we would greatly appreciate your advice.

Lord President Jacius Barbarossa shook his head, reading the response,"We advise... why not just tell me to, you might be a little less forthcoming then..."

His Vice President, Norman Soth, a long time ally, motioned slightly with his left hand, his real hand,"Calm down, Jacius. All they want is some details"

B -- "Oh yes, so I see"

S -- "Alright, we'll send the standard file for this"

Lord President Jacius Barbarossa will be attending the conference on behalf of Snake Eaters. He is a human male of 55 years old. Ex-military, will be attending without personal aides or bodyguards.

There was almost a hiss as the pathway was pressurized and the greenlight given. A contingent of Omar Protectors lined up down the corridor, directly towards the reception room in which the ambassador was to meet with the Omar's diplomatic representatives.

[OOC: Forgive the brevity, there is not much else to say.]

Lord President Jacius Barbarossa will be attending the conference on behalf of Snake Eaters. He is a human male of 55 years old. Ex-military, will be attending without personal aides or bodyguards.

Thank your for your cooperation, we will be preparing accomodations
for Lord President Barbarossa. If you have any special requests, we shall give
so. While the delegates are allowed to arrive at any time, we will not begin
the conference until a substantial number of sovereign states have made the
decision to attend.

The Ambassador stood in the Transfer Room, as it rotated to match the gravitational focus of the station. A hiss went out as the hatch openned reveiling many Omar soldiers. The Ambassador scanned them, analysing their armor and weapons with the new ACS(Advanced Combat Suit) System on. It was not bulky or uncomfortable in anyway, and provided a soldier with more data systems and being connected to the nervous system at several points, gave the user many benificial combat abilities. He walked up to the group of representatives and spoke, "I am Karal Menet, Second Sebecean Democratic Imperium, I am here to participate in this meeting. I also have a treaty to discuss with you."

*ACS Armor is a mix of features and appearance of the Stargate Anubis Super-Soldiers and the Predator's Armor.

Surprisingly, the two who received him were two, human-like beings. One was a middle-aged woman with a clean-cut hair that seem to grow in strips rather than strands. She wore a conservative, well-to-do outfit, much to contrast with the woman with her. The other woman was certainly more unusual, with a bluish-hue to her pale white skin. Her eyes were quickening to gaze at, and a messy clump of *gasp* blue hair was on her head. her figure was quite slim and lithe, and was fully shown off by the fitting, black leotard like outfit she wore. The older one smiled a bit.

"We have been expecting you Ambassador. I am the Praefectus, Tatyana, and this is the Pontifexus Dexter, Rah'Alarael. I hope we are being hospitable enough for your tastes. Please, sit down." The entryway door closed as Tatyana sat down, Alarael sitting close by, though seeming distant.

He looked at the two women, unattractive and looked weak. Typical of the Omar, he thought, it was close to taking the honor out fighting them. But his analysis did not last much longer, "The treaty I would like to propose is a 100 year Non-Agression Pact. Which would ensure no Sebecean military craft would enter your space aslong as you paid 500 Billion Sebecean Credits insurance each year."

After giving that he sat down and smiled behind his helmet.

The middle aged woman raised her eyebrow. She expected no less, though the stare he had given did not bade well for her. The Pontifexus smiled widely, her chiselled features fully shown in her smile to the point where she had to cover her mouth, facing away. Ignoring the breach of courtesy, Tatyana continued.

"You make many assumptions perhaps of our relationship. The Technate does not deal with credits, or trusts, or anything of the sort. We deal in resources, and that is all we deal in. Furthermore, we must deny your request. It would be a great drain on our resources, and we must use these resources for our internal and external purposes. I think you expect a bit too much from our community."

OOC: You can see through the helmet, it is jet black

IC: He stood up and pointed at the woman, "You will either pay for protection, or pay for your insubordination! Let me warn you two... things, that Sebecean public sees that you have recovered, and billions call for your destruction each day... and let me also say it won't take much for a declaration of war to be signed."

There was a silence. Closing her eyes, Tatyana sighed and folded her hands. Rah'Alarael simply shook her head, still covering her mouth. After rubbing her temples, Tatyana looked up and stared at the Sebecean.

"If I remember, Ambassador, you came dangerously close to losing that skirmish, and the Omar suffered only moderate casualties before Veskaland and the Serene Death came to our aid, when the tide had turned." She took a deep breath before continuing. "We cannot account for your nation's hatred for the Omar race, nor do you care to explain it. It is unfounded, and there really is no reason to even acknowledge such a thing. Now, I told you, we are not interested in paying a tribute to the Setian-Sebeceans. We would much prefer a much more mutual deal of transfer of resources. Please sit down, there is not need for flared tempers."

He grinned at their reaction, because what they did not know is that every Sebecean Ambassador was qualified at the tasks and was recognized as a general/admiral and were great actors. It was true however that the government was facing increasing pressure to exterminate the Omar. The thin truce that was initiated after the arrivial of the ancient Omar and ancient Sebecean ships, was always on the brink of failure with the public. The Ambassador knew the complexities of pride and politics in the Coalition and the Imperium*, he also knew what he had to do.

With a sudden strike of his arm, he hit the table at which they were talking, causing it is crack along the line of his hit, "No one inferior to a Sebecean orders a Sebecean, never..."

OOC: Yes my culture as some of the views of ancient Rome

and The Coalition and the Imperium can be used for each other, but when used together the Coalition represents the Citizens, Local governments, Congressional Troops (Nat'l Guard), and internal affairs, while Imperium refers to the Main Militay, external affairs, and the symbolic and the fighting monarchy.

Alarael looked to the Ambassador, her eyes flashing, and she raised her brow. He was rude, yet she could see through that smile. That was what she was good at, why she was here, her emphatic sense of seeing through these veils. She leaned over, and as the table splintered, whispered a piece of advice in Tatyana's ear, who sighed as she looked at the table.

"I gave a request, there is no need to let your temper get ahead of you, it is unnecessary."

Planet: Higar IV
City: Beasida Imperial Domian

2 million protestors shout and throw objects into the Imperial Complex. Their cause: Military Action Against the Omar. Crowd growing more and more violent, as the Coalitionist Congress is meeting to vote on weither to send Congressional Forces or not. (Yes they hate the Omar very much)

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The Ambassador looked through his tinted eyepieces, he watched the subspace news on his micro-monitor. He sat down, and pardoned himself... the votes were coming in from polls and the Congress. It also looked as though the Emperors had voted too. This was a complex situation.


OOC: The helmet is enclosed with its own breathing system, the news is also encryped by the Destroyer and sent to the Ambassador. You would not know what was happening unless you had spies watching the events unfold.

[OOC: Wow, like, whats the cause? 0.o ]

Tatyana's eyebrow rose. She was attended to by a Runner, and received the message. Rubbing her chin, she looked to the ambassador. She folded her hands and looked at him. His eyes, were not focusing on them, it was distracted. Even she knew it.

"Do you have something to say, Ambassador?"

OOC: You cant see his eyes through the eyepieces. And the reason is traditional want for bloodshed and more lands.

It took him a second to realize that they were talking to him again, but he wait a moment longer to hear the words of the Emperors: War is probable... and with the votes in from the Congress, it appeared so.

He put the news into Secondary Sense (like talking with someone with the tv on) and spoke, "Why do you say that, Praefectus?"

[OOC: Ah, well, eh, OCULAR ENHANCEMENTS! :P Sorry for the misunderstanding.]

The Praefectus smiled at him. "You seemed a bit distracted. I was wondering if you were going to continue with the negotiations?" She feigned ignorance.

"No, I have new orders, and I must return to my ship," He said as he got up, and walked to the Praefectus, holding out his right hand as to shake her hand, "I'm sure you'll understand, and I do apologize for my loss of temper."

Tatyana thought for a moment, and stood up, Rah'Alarael behind her. She sighed, before continuing.

"It is a rather quick goodbye. I don't think we ever came to a conclusion. Forgive me for my suspicion, but I suspect that these new orders are in relations to us, correct?"

"Yes" He said, as a single blade a foot and half long extended from the wrist device on his left arm. He grabbed the womans clothing and decapitated her. He released her body, and moving as though he were the wind, made two deep passes at the others abdomen making a 'X'. He quickly retracted the blade and armed his MicroPulsar weapon on his wrist and began shooting at the other Omar in the area.

The Destroyer remained docked.

[OOC: No. First of all, that's godmooding to a horrible degree. You allow for the other person to react. You misunderstand also the abilities of these two people in front of you. They are not Omar, they are progenitus. This is more likely.]

Alarael already could hear the blade moving before it was exposed. Holding out her hand, she sent a huge mass of invisible force towards him, as her eyes became cold nexuses of power, crackling with both the expenditure of biolelectric energy and of her own devotion to the message. Quickly, the Protectors fired their nonlethal charges from their arm crossbows, attempting to sedate the fighter. As for Tatyana, she simply flickered. Holographic technology was beautiful. Now he understood why she refrained from physical contact.

[OOC: Sorry i assumed they were human- ignore the killing part]

He stood there for a split second, realizing what had happened... this was no way for anyone to behave, it was unhonorable. He new, the Omar had grown stronger, but so had the Imperium.

He was taking fire from all sides, but the energy of the weapons was pulled into a battery. In normal conditions this amount of fire would have caused the battery to superheat and detonate, but this energy was less... giving him more time and power... he stood up and fired upon the Omar with charged particle weapons and a smallswivel mount energy cannon which was powered by the fire from the Omar. It would take more from the Omar to take down a Sebecean.

OOC: Oh great, theres no way I'm sending in my President to this, he'll get himself killed... actually, that's unlikely, but I'm not willing to risk it until you two sort this out.

"This is the Star League of Hyperspatial Travel, and we wish to open negotiations with you. Our ambassador will be escorted to the edge of Omar with two Flagellant-class destroyers, but we shall rely on your protection to protect the unarmed shuttle the ambassador shall be in after that."

The Urilli-class FTL engines were expensive, but, then again, the military tended to be underfunded, whereas the ambassadorial class got true value for money, and still demanded more.

A journey that would take ordinary ships weeks to perform, took this jewel of opulence, and her escorts, mere minutes, as the ambassador, boredly, looked out the porthole, staring into the endless, wonder-filled void that was Truespace...

Greetings, Omar. We have arrived. My apologies for the short notice, but our engines are of the "one speed only", while in FTL-mode, and so had little to no choice, as we were ordered to leave at once.

The small, gleaming-black shuttle slowed, and the twin destroyers stopped completely, a little way back, prepared to wait for an escort...

Rah'Alarael realized that the stability offered by the suit would not make her job any easier. However, examining the situation, she quickly realized that the nonlethal charges had no effect, and after he fired his particle cannon, the Kehaoti being forced to duck underwards as a few Omar were litterally torn to pieces, she turned to the Coordinator, who raised his hand, and silently gave orders to the ground. Letting the handcrossbow form back, a few of the Protectors stepped forward in unison, preparing to us a collapsible charged staff to fight the Sebecean. The other Omar raised their MagRail weapons, preparing to fire the magnetic charge as soon as the last ditch nonlethal effort had been stopped, which there was little doubt it would.

As for Alarael, she had to attend to a different matter. She came to the door of the room, turning in the corridor and sealing the blast doors, and trapping the Omar and Sebeceans aside to be opened at her later leisure. Turning and rushing to get to the communications room, which was mercifully on the same level, she sped in and immediately pushed the current staff away, and began to transmit a distress signal and public announcement.

FTL Open Transmission from the Omar Technate

All sentients who receive this message, we regret to inform you that the planned conference for the Omar Technate's diplomatic entry into interspatiall politics has been frozen by the uncooperation of the Setian-Sebecean Imperium. Their ambassador has rejected negotiations in favor of attacking the reception envoy, and with the intent to kill the Praefectus and me. I am requesting aid if any can be spared, to help stabilize the situation and prevent any Sebecean imperium attack from crippling the Fabii guild system. We will repay our debts, but this is our time of need.

Adapt.Conquer.Survive
The Pontifexus Dexter of the Kehaoti Dictus
The Sovereign Technate of Omar Guilds
Rah'Alarael
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After the quick transmission, Alarael realized that hse had some messages to attend to. Looking over the transmission from the League of Hyperspatial Travel, she cursed to herself, but send a quick message under the circumstances.

Encrypted Transmission to the Hyperspatial Ambassadorial Shuttle

You will have no doubt receive our last transmission. We apologize for the
inconenience, but now is not the time to worry about those petty t hings. We
will dispatch three Plutarkis destroyers to come to your aid. We are mobilizing
against the Sebecean threat, and we can only spare these ships to protect
your shuttle from harm. It will be escorted to the Osente system, where the
natural barrier of debris will prevent FTL travel and Sebecean ambush, where
we will keep your ambassador safe until the situation stabilizes.

Rah'Alarael, Pontifexus Dexter

He quickly knew what was happening, they were going to use a more powerful, weapon- one he would not survive a few shots from. They fired, the energy flowed over the suit into the battery charging it to 32%... He did not have much longer, and gave the command: Self Destruct when over 85% Charge. They fired two more times bring the charge to 98%. The suit turned red then white and finally to a misty blue explosion relative to 100 lbs of C4.

The Destroyer received the cut off signal and quickly separated from the station. Internal gun mounts extended and began to fire on enemy positions, while to the two main HellCutter Particle beams fired upon the station, hoping to make a hull breach somewhere.

The Captian on board the Destroyer requested for a countdown on when the ship would have jump capablity to Higar IV... the time was given: One minute.

As he erupted into a huge explosion, it quickly knocked the Gs that were keeping hte station unstable. Quickly, it was alight and bustling with activity as a good chunk of it was disintegrated in the misty blue explosion. There was a moment of silence, the Destroyer slowly moving away and attempting to attack the station. Immediately, it erupted as MagRailweapons fired immediately to attempt to break through its outer hull, working its way through its shields with an electro-magnetic charge. As the particle cannons grazed the station, it slowly began to drip apart into modulated pieces, and quickly being pulled by the gravity of the planet below, moving out of the way. Quickly, a cloud of pod-like fighters were launched, and began to spread around them, attempting to create a solid wall, interlocking together as they fired, trying to trap it.

The Captain watched the situation screens calling orders. He was aware that this formate would not hold, so he soon gave the call for "Battlestations" and "Full Modular Deployment". The ship began to change its bridge being pushed back into the ship as thousands of combat drones burst from the ship, engaging the enemy fighters. Missiles erupted from the Destroyer and headed for the enemy ships and gun placements. 45 seconds to jump, and it was clear that the ship would not make it, so it began uploading its intel data to the Sebecean Subspace Net. 30 seconds, a major hull breach was reported as a maground passed through the Port side 'wing'. 25 seconds, the missile salvos were running dry and the drones were holding their ground. 10 the battle was beginning to feel like a lifetime as two more breach where reported, and 192 of the 623 crew were dead including the ships XO. 0 in a flash of light the Omar system vanished leaving black until another flash seconds later.

After the last flash more space appeared, but this time a planet infront of it. The crew sighed with releaf, but that did not last long... Six Sebecean Battlecruisers sat infront of it, and almost as soon as the ship appear they targeted it and opened all guns. A few shots came up from the planets surface and together with the ships they quickly overwhelming the Destroyer, blowing it to dust.

In the same system that the destroyer was moments before, appeared a complete Sebecean Armada. It did not open fire on the Omar positions, but sent a com out to the Omar.

This is Sebecean Armada Fulda, we come here not to fight but to explain. The events that just occured were not sanctioned by the Sebecean Imperial Coalition (Government) but was the act of a terrorist faction working to push our states into a massive war. From what we have peiced together one of the Junior Emperors had a large group of loyalists in control of a few bases and ships, one being that destroyer you encountered. This Emperor wanted soul power to himself and wanted to over through the Coalition, and with the support of a few of his friends in the Congress he began to gather more followers to forge the results of these elections to support what he wanted. He sent that ship to initiate a war so that the Coalition would be forced into war. We have destroyed that ship, and have captured many members of this organization. We formally apologize for the actions of this terrorist element, and have a proper, unarmed, represenative for the conferance.

Cease-Fire

We have regarded your recent transmission with great scrutiny, and after
surveying the situation, we have realized that what you say holds some
plausibility. We do not want to engage in hostilities with the Imperium, thus all
skirmishes shall end and we will allow for the unarmed representative to attend
the conference. We do regard the situation with a reasonable suspicion
however. We will however take this chance at peace with open arms

Rah'Alarael
Pontifexus Dexter

A small Diplomatic freighter flew out of a carrier and headed for the coordinates. As soon as it arrived, the Armada jumped back to Higar.