NationStates Jolt Archive

“But the Hour is late.” Came the voice of Yigin, as he looked down at the Man before him. “Many things need to be done. You will go now, I will finish the performance another time.”

“No Yigin, I will not go.” The Collector Stated quite simply. “Other things can wait, you will finish the retelling.”

Yigin paused, before nodding.

“Very well. It was now, that Lord Mormia had the Followers of Ulinjara cornered, with no place to run, no place to hide. Thus it was that the followers formed a line, and prepared to fight. Because of the speed the chase had taken, Mormia’s forces consisted only of Infantry with superior training and skill. Thus it was that his own forces took to a line. The two forces exchanged fire, bullets ripping both Consistency and Crenture men apart. Drawthra, Elythid and Homoscerra where killed on that day, as the Forces of the Messiah fought the forces of the Enemy. But it was as the two forces where about to close, in the final embrace of Combat, that The boy himself took the field. No older then 13, he moved through the enemy as if they where paper, the speed and balance of an Elythid with the Strength of a Drawthra, a warrior in the purest form, he looked to the Lord Mormia and screamed a challenge. And to that scream Mormia Answered, ordering his troops to allow the boy who had converted his son to challenge him. It was the grandest battle in history, the two fighters evenly matched. But Fate was Against Mormia, for none had the tireless energy that boys have, so it was that when the battle raged, Mormia’s blade was cut from his hand, and the Blade of Ulinjara plunged into the mans heart.

The confusion that resulted ended with the forces if Mormia ending into the Messiahs hands, to be remembered as the Final battle of the Purged.”

The Collector looked spell bound, mesmerised as he listened to the story. Hundreds had told him the histories, but none told it like the one before him. He blinked, then spoke.

“You do yourself great honour Yigin.” He said. “You will stay as an adviser I assume?”

“But of corse your majesty.” Yigin said, smiling. “I would be honoured.”

“Good good, well, you may retire. There are things that still need to be done.”

“All in good time my Lord, All in good time, but now you should rest” Yigin said, letting a bit of Psycic pressure add to the mans tired mind.

“Yes Yigin, I agree. Sleep would be most favoured.” The Collector Yawned, before looking up. “I shall see you when the Sun rises.”

“Only then my Lord, Only Then.”

***

The following morning, The Collector awoke, his body tensing and relaxing. He lay, looking at the ceiling in the dim light. He sighed, before rising. Today was the Day. Today his forces would deploy past the home Galaxy, and into another. He had wondered long and hard which Galaxy to enter, and had decided that a Blue Spiral Galaxy with a High degree of Life would be best. He did not know what it was in truth called by the natives, but to him, it was Herostakaa, The Galaxy of Hero’s. His reasoning for this name where unclear, but he felt it was best. As he crossed the hall, he could see one of the Green Robed Guards move towards him.

“My Lord, the Ship is ready” He said in a gruff voice.

“Do the people know?” The Collector replied softly.
“No my lord, by your order, the people will only find out if the operation is a success.”

“Good, begin operations.” Came his soft reply.

***

In Orbit of the Planet, a Rydel class Carrier was under study. It was a small craft, maybe Fifty Meters long, and looked very much like a crescent moon. On bored, Cilbra Juilian watched his crew work.

“Cilbra, the engines are online, Hyper drive online, Weapons Online, Shields Online.” He looked up. “GTD Online sir”

“Engage when Ready Lurak.” Came the reply.

“Roger, Engaging GTD, hope I see you guys on the other side.”

“I pray to Lurak, I pray to.”

***

In the Milky way Galaxy, The ship exited into a unknown system. Cheers erupted on deck, as a quick message was sent back, “It was a Success”

However, this was not the only message being Sent out. On every known method Of communication, a Transmission was going out.

Hail to the universe. We are the Naggrothian collective Of Worlds, Or the collective For short. We have come to this galaxy to learn more about you, to meet you, and to possibly ally with you. We hope you do not mind, as it is within our hopes that this is so.

Sincerely, The Collector.

::Aboard the H-L Command ship "A Swift Hand"::
"Sir! We have news of another ship in the outlying system!" shouted one of the chair-jockies in his seat. Commander Macpherson walked over, "Well, what should we do Corporal?" he said, slightly agitated, "Oh yes, sorry Sir, I believe it would be in our best interest to go intercept them, possibly make a trade offer!" The Commander leaned to look at the screen, "Well, that's what I want to hear, let's set out!"

He stepped back as the Corporal hit a small silver button on his control deck, in a matter of seconds, the wave signal hit the other end of the ship and the Officer manning the thrust set a beacon and began the process. The Thrusters shook the ship as it blindly jumped to the beacon, in minutes, the other ship was in view.

The Commander walked up to the wall, hit a small button, and the elevator dropped, he rode up what seemed to be an endless amount of floors, and then he was dropped into the command center, he walked up to the Telegram machine and tapped a series of buttons, then spoke. "This is Commander James Lugar Macpherson, of the Hydrogen-Land command ship "Swift Hand", we represent the government of Hydrogen-Land and the Iron Fist, we would like a relay point from your ship please, to make sure that things are alright on your side, do you copy?"

A scout ship was in the process of scanning the system, and nearby areas when it picked up the 'Collective's' message. Meanwhile...

Urio ordered a company of infantry to cover the right flank, while leading an assault as part of a tanker unit. As he fired the main cannon, the simulation flickered out. Quickly grabbing two small pills and a small cup of water he downed the lot.

"What's the big idea, I know I didn't get hit, so what gives?" He yelled at Piunia, or Piu for short.
The ship chuckled, "But you were going to be, listen to this."
The Naggrothian message played.
"Then let's go see these new visitors." Urio said as he headed to the galley, while the ship took them to the system of message origin.

A short while later, the Piu arrived at in the system, and transmitted a return message to the ship.
"Greetings, you said you wanted to meet people here, so here we are."

Defense Station Nabaal, Hiigara

The day had been busy with a rising number of imports to exports, and at first the Air Traffice Controller missed the message. It was then that one of his aides brought the message to his attention.

"Sir?" the aide asked eagarly.

"Yes, what is it son?" he replied with obvious tension in his voice -- he was very busy. He had to coordinate the hundreds of ships that moved in and out of this defense station every hour, and it'd be his head if something went wrong, especially with six Kunde Class (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?comp_Incomplete-RCtanker.jpg) tankers coming in at once.

"Sir, incoming transmission. Unknown source. They don't have a registered IFF."

The Controller spit out the gulp of coffee he was drinking at the moment and devoted his full attention to the man, ignoring the viewscreen he was so intently paying attention to earlier.

"What? Read it."

"It reads: 'Hail to the universe. We are the Naggrothian collective Of Worlds, Or the collective For short. We have come to this galaxy to learn more about you, to meet you, and to possibly ally with you. We hope you do not mind, as it is within our hopes that this is so.

Sincerely, The Collector.'"

"I see." The Controller paused a minute, and then hastily ordered a task force to be sent to find out the nature of this new contact.

Hiigaran Battlecruiser Silvana, Local Hiigaran Space

The Silvana (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/battlecruiser_weaponry.jpg) , the oldest, and most lethally reputed Hiigaran Battlecruiser had been called upon.

"Sir," the communications officer said, "Message from Traffic Controller at Defense Station Nabaal."

"Patch it through," the ship's unrelenting and kiithless commander, Alex (http://www.absolutetrouble.com/alexrow/gallery/albums/Promo%20Art/alexrow_14.jpg) Rowe (http://www.absolutetrouble.com/alexrow/gallery/albums/Promo%20Art/alexrow_23.jpg).

"It reads, 'Dispatch first-contact fleet to coordinates attached immediately and attempt to make peacable relations. Remember rules of engagement.'"

"I see. Set hyperspace coordinates for said position. Bring along our full force."

"Yes sir."

The Sylvana then departed to meet this unknown, but aparently, friendly contacts with it, eight Destroyers (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?e3gs_homeworld2_screen023.jpg), two Carriers (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?533091_20030827_screen011.jpg) , twelve Ion Cannon Frigates (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?relicectscomp3.jpg), and twelve Flak Frigates (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?gsvidcap04.jpg), which had any diplomat seen this take place, would have had the Silvana repramanded for such a strong appearance, but the commander of the Silvana was not a man to be trifled with; he was for the most part uncaring, and coldly calculating, as well as the most unsociable navy man in the entire fleet, or so the rumor said.

The fleet jumped to the coordinates, the mighty Battlcruiser and Carrier hyperspace drives wrenching all into the void, where they rapidly closed in on the unknown contacts' position. They arrived, and began peaceful hails:

This is the Hiigaran Battlecruiser Silvana responding to your transmission. We wish to establish a friendly first contact, and wish to have a small envoy sent over, or for you to send one to us, whichever suits your preferences. Please respond.'

We Here and Comply all messages. Please wait while we Transfere a ship with a more fitting Unit now.

The seemed to be a pause, before the Kilometre long Mormia class ship appered. This Craft, unlike the predessesor which looked small and fraglie, would not be mistaken for a Warship. The front of the ship had two Interior Rail Cannons. Missile Ports littered the ship, smaller Rail Guns and Kenetic Cannons where scattered along an otherwise smooth hull. The Ship had plenty of firepower.

On Board, Klia Cliaic Marath, Commander of the ship ((And Indeed a good proportion of the fleet)) looked over those before him.

"Link me up, we will talk to all of them at once."

"Yes Klia Cliaic, connecting you to the People of Hydrogen-Land, Theao and Christopher Thompson"

"Hydrogen-land? What a stupid name..." he thought, right before being presented.

Greetings to you,

We are the Collective Worlds of Naggeroth, Rulers of the Klisara Galaxy, one that is only just visable from this galaxy, and would not be of much note from the outside. We however, note the amazing amounts of Activity in this galaxy with intrest. We are wondering, Who rules over such vast numbers of people? True you may have your national freedoms, but who guides your minds, your spirits, your breeding?

Klia Cliaic Marath

"This is Hydrogen-Land's Commander Macpherson, requesting face to face meeting, with two guards and Hydrogen breathing masks taken into consideration, we would like to discuss trade." The Intercom shut off, and the Commander turned around, and readied for transport.

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"Klisara galaxy which is it, and is that one of the recorded, partialled, or to be galaxies?" Urio asked Piu.
"The name doesn't match. The possibles are 10-07-98B/partial, 99-54-08A/recorded, or 44-32-99C/to be."
"Alright."

Urio turned to the computers and began tapping up a reply.

"While I can't speak for the others, our culture guides out minds, we guide our own spirits, and no one controls our 'breeding' as you put it. Also there isn't a single leader, there are many seperate nations, each leaded by thier own system.

To those of Hydrogen-Land,

This is acceptable, please launch a shuttle, but do not activate its engines, we shall guide you in.

Klia Cliaic Marath.

To those of Theao,

These ways are different, however, they are not bad. The only disturbing piece of infomation is the lack of breeding control is distrubing, but it is not of our problem.

Lia Cliaic Marath

"You heard them, suit up!" Said Macpherson as he walked through the bridge, pointing to two officers and saying "Come with me", they all went the shuttle bay, suited up, fixed the Hydrogen masks to their faces, and stepped in the nearest shuttle. "When should I start it up Commander?" said one of the officers, "Dont, they gave us instruction to do nothing, and so I will, I dont understand it, but, we'll do what they say if it gives us a sale."

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"Breeding control, these people are nuts." Urio commented, "Well they're 10-07-98Ber or 44-32-99Cers," He said as he snagged a bag of chips that was floating by.

"I would be interested in meeting with you. To talk." He sent out as he munched a chip, and almost spit it out. "Piu, am I going to have to take you for a de-frag, you know I like lemon and chicken, not lemon and pork chips."

Silvana, 5KM off the bow of contacts

"Sir, we're recieving a message from the unknown contacts."

"Patch it-"

"Sir!" the Forward Senors officer shouted, "Unknown contact, kilometer long, hyperspacing in!"

"Main viewscreen," Rowe replied quickly.

The ship appeared before all the bridge. It was a good size, a kilometer, and, unlike the other ship in the area, this one was of no doubt a warship.

An understandable response to our forces, Alex thought.

"Leave them be. See what they do. Comms officer, read the message."

"Yes sir. It reads: 'Greetings to you,

We are the Collective Worlds of Naggeroth, Rulers of the Klisara Galaxy, one that is only just visable from this galaxy, and would not be of much note from the outside. We however, note the amazing amounts of Activity in this galaxy with intrest. We are wondering, Who rules over such vast numbers of people? True you may have your national freedoms, but who guides your minds, your spirits, your breeding?

Klia Cliaic Marath'"

The Commander took a moment before answering. Such odd questions posed...who guides our breeding? Most odd indeed.

"Tell them that we, as a whole galaxy, have no collective ruler, and at least for the Hiigaran Empire, the Diamid and Karan Sjet guide our spirits. No one but ourselves guides our minds and our breeding habits. We are a free, unbound race among the stars. Tell them that we also wish to recieve an answer to our previous question; shall we send the envoy, or them."

"Yes sir, right away."

Transmission to unidentfied force:

To the Klia Cliaic Marath fleet:
This galaxy has no total ruler; rather it is split up into many different empires spanning many different worlds, and because of this many wars ensue, but there are also many perspectives to which are taken of the arts and sciences, and our galaxy as a whole is better for that. Our empire, the Hiigaran Empire, is run by the Diamid, a ruling council, and they and Karan Sjet guide our spirits and minds. Nothing, save Kiith Sobanii standards, that prohibit or influence our breeding habits; however those that join the Kiith Soban are not likely to live long enough to bear children in any case. We are a free, unbound race among the stars and offer to you our undying peace and prosperity. All we request is that you show us peace in return. We also wish to know who shall send the envoy, you or us. Please respond with all due haste,

Alex Rowe, Commander of the Silvana

The shuttle was detected, and with delicate ease, began to be pulled towards the massive ship. It was pulled towards the engines. It looked as if they would be pulled into the Twin Units, but it was not so. A tunnel appered into the middle of the Engine, and The ship was guided in, its crew would have to block their eyes for a time.

They did however, emerge in the Hanger a few short moments later. Fighter Mantinence streamed around the hanger, making sure everything was running smoothly. Ships where rutinely hovering above the ground, before dropping back again.

Meanwhile, the shuttle was brought towards a massive docking section on the Adjacent Wall. It was large enough to house the shuttle quite comforably.

To Alex Rowe.

We belive that WE will send the Envoy. Our own craft already has a Ship docked with the Diplomatic Docking bay.

Klia Cliaic Marath

From one of the smaller engines, a Kilrana Class shuttle exited and headed towards the Silvana.

Silvana

"Sir, the Naggeroth fleet says that they wish to send an envoy. Detecting small vessel launching from Naggeroth ship, heading toward our location."

"Proceed. Let them dock. Tell them to proceed toward the rear, port side of our ship, and tell them to cut their drives before they reach the engines, they'll be magnetically guided in from there -- we can't risk them hitting the sensitive PDA units."

"Yes sir. Sending message and coordinates now."

To Naggeroth envoy:

Please proceed toward the launch bay near the rear on the port side of the Silvana. We shall recieve you there. Do not go to the engines as you would on your ship, or the magnetically ducted plasma will melt your ship in seconds. Please cut your engines before then, and you will be magnetically guided into the hangar as to avoid possible damage. We thank you in advance for your compliance, and we thank you again for chosing the route that will lead to prosperity and peace for us both. May Sajuuk spread his grace unto you.

Commander Alex Rowe

EDIT: OOC: Last post for the night. It's 1:30 AM here, gotta go to bed.
*drags ass to bed*
g'night!

The ship moved quite smoothly through space, looking like Half an upside down Plate with a pilot deck sitting out the front. It moved towards the back of the ship, yet as requested did not enter through the engines. The Commodore On the craft looked at the open hanger bay with a smug look.

"Not Exactly the safest way to deploy the hanger" he said to one of the men.

"No sir, but it doesn't really matter, their not our ships"

"To true to true. Very well, diengage engines." He ordered, before muttering. "we are at their mercy now"

ooc: Did you miss my last post?

Silvana

The hangar bay was always full of activity, and peering upon it the envoy ship would have seen a soft, white-blue light which grew in intensity as they moved closer -- the strange, yet calming color PDA reactions emitted as they did maintenanace and put together ships that always washed over hangar bays.

Hangar Control

"Roger that, they've fallen within our magnetic and gravemetric reach. Bring them in."

"Sir, they haven't disengaged their- nevermind, there they go. Engines offline. A little far back, though."

"Shouldn't be too much of a problem, just bring them in."

"Yes sir."

The men made a few taps on their controls, and the powerful supercomputers routed magnetic currents around the ship and brought the small craft in sideways rather quickly, as it did with all craft. The ship was then placed near the rear of the hangar -- the second to last squadron pad before the bulkhead that seperated them from the engines on the third level, which proved to be much more than enough space for the craft. They were gently put ten meters from the surface, and asked to land from there. Upon landing, the envoy was greeted by the mechanics and flight deck officials that were in the area. They were also asked to follow the Vice-Captain of the ship, Sophia (http://www.otakuaniverse.com/reviews/lastexile/sophia.jpg) Forrester (http://www.lastexileworld.com/sophiabio.jpg), also a Kiithless woman within the Empire, to the bridge. She was nice yet refined, almost sounding as if royalty -- not in a snooty way, just as if she had done formalities one-million times and wished to do away with them.

"My name is Vice-Captain Sophia Forrester. Welcome aboard the Silvana. Please follow me to the bridge immediately," she said as she promptly turned around and began to walk briskly to a door, which promptly unlocked, ensured that pressure was equal on both sides, and slid open as she walked through. She then turned around, rather stupified loooking as she said, "Sorry, I almost forgot. You'll need these." She held out several small, credit-card sized objects, and motioned for them each to take one. "This will identify you to the automated defense systems that you're a guest. If you were to emerge too much furthur in the ship without one, autocannons would deploy from the cieling and walls and cut you all to pieces. Please wear it. Put it in a pocket, or press this button," she motioned, and a small wire popped out, "and place it around your neck. Or you may simply choose to hold onto it. Let us proceed. Gillium!" she said promptly.

After such a request, the AI of the ship answered in a refined and calm voice, "Yes Vice-Captin?"

"Yes. Please register our guests here as a diplomatic envoy."

"Of course, right away ma'am."

One of the millions of auxillery cameras that were Gilliums' eyes took scans and registered them as a diplomatc to the defense system, so even if they lost their card, it wouls simply request that they stay put and wait for assistance to arrive rather than simply mowing them down.

The Vice-Captain then moved forward once again, this time, towards what appeared to be a well-lit circular tube about ten meters in diameter.

"Please follow me," she said as she stepped in and promptly zoomed off -- the tube accelerating her through a very exact control of inertia and gravity towards the bridge.

OOC: Actual diplomacy process to begin after your response post.

OOC Oops, sorry Theao.

IC To the Third Ship In System.

We would be glad to talk, shuttle is Enrout.

Klia Cliaic Marath.


The Commodore followed. He was quite interesting to look at. He was tall and mucled, but not to a degree where it would hamper his manuverability, Long black slightly curled hair as well as a short trimed black beard. Lastly, he had two upsweapt Lobless ears.

"This hanger unit seems vastly unprotected for one of a Warship." He noted as they moved along. "It seems as if your inviting good pilots to get inside."

OOC Will leave the answer ((Plus getting us to the Diplomatic Place)) to you.

Silavana, Transport Tube

It would take the groupa whole of three seconds to traverse the just over kilometer distance from hangar to the bridge, as the tube propelled them through the metal and technical hallway.

"On the contrary, Commodore. Should an unidentified vessel approach, we can use the same gravimetric and magnetic currents that pulled your ship in to keep them out, or crush them. A set up like this, we believe, employs the oppposite strategy -- it allows good pilots to get out into the fray. No long lines and long waits. We can have our pilots out and in in seconds, something that most modern carriers cannot boast, let alone a warship designed with a hangar as a secondary function."

They arrived at their destination, and they were quickly, but not unpleasantly, slowed down, and moved toward the exit. They all stepped down, and a set of three autocannons greeted them, and promptly went back into the cieling and walls as two sets of blast doors with more autocannons in-between them were opened.

"The bridge on the other hand..." Sophia said trailing off.

The bridge was odd in comparison to most bridges -- seemed much more simple and even old-fashioned than most modern warships. It had the tested, tried and true beauocracy of any WWI ship, which was accelerated through technology, and of course, Gillium. Gillium was the lifeline of the ship, as was the AI of most Hiigaran vessels Frigate-sized and up, save the Motherships, which employed not AI, but an actual Hiigaran as their fleet intellegence. And as such, Gillium was actually protected better than the Captain of his vessel, which was standard protocol -- it was neither easy nor cheap to create an AI as powerful as Gillium, and the Empire had no intentions of having that money and time fall into the wrong hands.

"Please follow me," she said as she walked over to where the Captain would obviously sit. It was an odd chair, enscribed with ancient writings and symbols known only to an elect few, and while out of place on the ship, seemed to match perfectly with the man that sat on them. This man was Alex Rowe.

Alex stood up, eyes boredly half-open as usual, and stood silent.

"This is Captain Alex Rowe of the Hiigaran Empirical Space Ship Silvana," Sophia said proudly and lovingly. The Captainb, however, seemed rather uninterested as he replied in his low bass voice, "Take our guests to the diplomacy station."

"Yes sir, Captain," she said as she nodded and asked them to follow her once more. They were led into a room adjacent to the bridge, and were greeted with one of the most luxurious rooms in all of naval history. Solid Oak tables and cahirs with the softest felt lining, hand-carved and centuries old, artificial waterfalls and nature, live animals and plants next to hand-laid stone in the floor and even soil and grass underneath and beside it. Unlike most ships in most navies, Hiigaran ships -- especially Battlecruisers, and in particularaly this one -- survived for a long time, and had had the opportunity to apply for many 'upgrades.' The Silvana herself was the oldest Battlecruiser in the Hiigaran Navy, having just celebrated its 1000th birthday three months ago, and its tenth complete refitting at the same time. Every 100 years, a Battlecruiser is effectively rebuilt in a structural sense from the ground up due to all its refitting, and as such, even though this Battlecuiser was 1000 years old, it was the most advanced BC in the Hiigaran navy due to its recent refitting.

The guests were served drinks and food of many different varieties as they were met by a man known as Matron Sjet, one of the foremost diplomats of the empire. He was tall with dark hair, and moderately muscled -- a man who ran his two miles everday and went to the gym twice a week. His voice was moderately low, and quite pleasing to the ear as he shook hands with the envoy and took a seat across the table from them and said, "Hello. My name is Matron Sjet, and I believe that we have much to discuss. You came here for a reason. What is that reason, may I ask?"

Piu moved to meet the shuttle, the ship being tiny, would most likely be around, or maybe slightly bigger than the shuttle.

Inside, Urio slipped into a enviro suit.

Reply to Theao

The Shuttle seemed to flactuate, right before is turned upside down, presenting the half plate to the Theaon ship, presenting a landing platform for them.

Reply to CT

The Commodore nodded to the man before him, his eyes taking in the senery.

"Our reasons are many and varied. For Most in our mind is expanding out horizens, another is the fact that lack of growth has resulted in disaster before. Before we left the Planet of Horror, we killed Octillions. Our Population has never truly recovered." There was a pause, before he continued. "We require something to do, the Fleet can be usful if it is discovering new planets, and it does not get ideas to follow its lord in a Coup on the Capital. Another reason would be a show of power. Nothing would Cement the Collectors power to the Council of Lords then discovering, and successfully making agreements with, the power, or perhapse powers is a better word, of this galaxy. And thirdly, its a sense of adventure all Of us in the Collective have. The Tri breeds are dwindling, once what was considered a great idea turned to failure. Oh sure, the Collective still keeps the breeding up, but its not working, the Pure Bloods have kept their hold." He smiled. "And its a good thing we have as well."

Diplomacy Room/Officer's Lounge, Silvana

"I see..." said Matron, slightly confused at their take on love. "In any case, your reasons were similar to ours for returning to Hiigara, at least in kiith Sjet's eyes. So anyone of the empire is a friend to you. Making a non-agression pact with us is easy, and making a trade agreement is even easier."

The man produced a a small, clear crystaline-filled clipbord from his jacket, and laid it on the table, scooting it over to his guests. A pen was set on top of it.

"This," he said as he tabbed the pen in few places, causing text to suddenly fill the previously clear screen, "is a common fill-in-the-blank non-agreesion pact, and this, "he tabbed a few more times, "is a free trade agreement pact. They're very easily read and even easier to be understood -- we here in the Empire hate lawyer-speak, and thus word our agreements as simply and frankly as possible. Please, look over them, if you have any questions, never hesitate to ask. There are no dumb questions here."

Reply to Theao
The Shuttle seemed to flactuate, right before is turned upside down, presenting the half plate to the Theao ship, presenting a landing platform for them.
The scout ship landed on the shuttle.

ooc: It's Theao, not Theaon.

To Theao

The two ships seemed to join, as a tube move upwards and emobied itself into the base of the ship. It seemed to pulse for a moment, before a room was established between the two ships, A commodore waiting within.

To CT

The Commodore paused, reading over the contract a few time before filling in the blanks with "The Collective Worlds" It might be better if it had been signed "Naggerothian Council of Lords" however, it was not, no one had authority to write that besides the council itself.

"Now, it is done. I was ordered, if it is not to hard, that i may accompony you to your home world, as a...hostage I belive." He smiled. "I will personally pay for expences. Would however not mind a Hostage to keep in return."

Officer's Lounge/Diplomatic Office, Silvana

"Very good," said Matron. "And you will be safe and unharmed within our empire, I can promise it. But I suppose you can't just take my word for it, can you? Nevertheless, your judgement is wise; there are many a nation who would revel at the thought of being able to take hostage a ranking diplomat of a foreign nation. If it is alright with you, I am the one of the most reputed diplomats within our empire, and a Sjet. I believe that I would be an even trade. You see, for millenia, no one has killed a Sjet -- we were always considered too valuable a people to kill. Even in the Heresey Wars, to kill a Sjet would to be condemning one's self to the guillotine," he finished, looking at his guests for a reply. Gillium, listening to the conversation, sent a reply back home to the Diamid, playing the audio, and requesting that he be allowed to do so, and that proper receptiond be made back home. He figured he had nothing better to do, and why not do some work -- even if it was someone else's.

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Urio slid down the tube to meet the person, or persons waiting there.

To Theao

The Commodore Waited for the Theao to make the first move, after all, this was his ship.

To CT

The Commodore Nodded. "It is acceptable. My Family will Personally see to your comfort. Anything you wish will come right from my own expences, and you will be granted all access that entitles with my rank, which will be detailed at a later date. You will also, funnily enough, have permission to stay on your own homeworld, mainly because of my own presance." He smiled grimly. "My skill is quite good, if we where to be in the same house together, I should be sufficiant to kill you should betrayl ensure."

OOC Please note, I hostaging is mearly a formality, your only saying "I am a hostage" but in truth your more like an embassy. You don't even need to come to one of our planets ((We are highly paraniod bout letting other people into our galaxy.))

Diplomatic Office, Silvana

"I see. Very interesting. I shall have to read more about your people, you are very different thn most races that we converse with. However, I can live with that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make a few arra-"

"Already made, sir," Gillium reported happily.

The Diplomat turned back toward his guest. "I see. Thank you Gillium. Who knows of this?"

"The Diamid and the ship, sir. We've already got clearance from Paktu Defense Station."

"Very well. Let's be on our way, then."

"Yes sir. Initiating Jump now."

The ship lurched a bit as it jumped into hyperspace, the inertial dampeners kicking in, and the lights fading for a single second as power was routed to the core. The Empire had had thousands of years to perfect hyperspace, and perfect it they had...with the aid of the original core. Upon that thought, the diplomat picked up his computer (the clipboard) from the table, and made a few taps. He then handed it back to his guests.

"Here," he said. "We're not using the power of a Mothership, so it'll take us a few hours to get back home. Why don't you do a bit of reading?"

OOC: This link should provide you with a complete back story and complete sociological understanding of my people.
http://www.freewebs.com/spacenavy/hiigaranhistoryandsociety.htm

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"Hello, might I ask who I have the honour of addressing?" Urio asked

To CT

The Commodore nodded, nodding before taking the pad and reading. He considered the RANB in his brain ((Remote Activation Nano Bomb)), which would set off by his family if he sent a signal. Effectivly he would have been able to destroy a city with the damn thing, but only if they betrayed him...

To Theao

The Commodore smiled before speaking.

"I am Commodore Ranklin Jasarl, Once commanding officer of the Yurigo System, before the fall of Lord Nigrish. Now I searve as a Diplomatics officer. I am a representative of the Collective of worlds Of naggeroth. We are wishing for trade, and knowlage of your people, and I am to acompony you back to your homeworld, to further live and understand your people and to stop future conflict."

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"There are a few small problems with your requests," A very slight emphasis on request, "These being, diplomats rarely, if ever, set foot on our home, our homeworld doesn't exist anymore, and finally you'd have to be willing to spend the next three weeks in very cramped, for two people, quarters before you could be transfered properly." Urio replied