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The "First Step" Project

After the Elder Ship Repreicon (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/Wubboux/ElderShip.jpg) was found in the great deserts of Arhk Hunan, a struggle for it ensued. The Religious Leaders of Craykon demanded that it remain unmolested, and the site of its discovery sanctified, and suggested that a massive temple be built around it.

The Scientific minds, specifically those who promoted a return to space, faught for the right to salvage certain parts of the ship. Particularly the databanks, the Ion Drives, and the FTL Drive used to span the distance from the "Elder World" (their true Homeworld), and Craykon. After years of debate, the Scientists finally won out.

The Data gained from the Ship was used to create more sophisticated models of their own. Iron Drives eventually replaced older, less effecient modes of propulsion. Which led to a great expansion in the interest of spanning further distances. A Colony of a few thousand Craykers was built on one of the four moons orbiting Craykon, at the Religious Site of "Ragor's Scar," which is a ravine carved by one of the 12 Elder Ships, as it crashed into the moon, killing all the refugees on board, as the ship disentagrated. The Colony is the number one destination for Religious Pilgrimages.

It took twenty years to crack the FTL Drive function and to create a modernized, more compact and effecient design of the Drive. It took even longer to find a medium suitable enough to handle the Matter and Anti-Matter beams that would be shot together to create plasma at high enough velocities to create enough energy for the FTL flight.

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Ordah Montrae, the recognized Leader of Craykon, stood before a grand council of all the farflung tribes of the Craykers. Ordah was a splindly male, very human like, in the fact that Craykers' DNA was based off of Human Chromozone. HIs skin was a very soft and pale blue, his hair brown, and his eyes, one of the few things that all Craykers shared in appearance, a vibrant azure.

He was to announce the "Stepping Stone" project, which in accordance to the "First Step" Project, would impliment designed found aboard the Repreicon. Thus, ensuring that Craykers would prosper, as mining colonies would be set up off-world, on the distant, mineral rich planets of the system.

"My fair People, for far too long we Craykers have toiled her ein the sands of Craykon. We have slaved where we once propsered, died where we once thrived. We are a forgotten People, but even worse, we ourselves, ahve forgotten our old path. When the Elders set foot on this planet, they did not entend for us to forget our space faring path. They wanted us to continue our civilization, even in the face of exile. Yet, we forsake that wish, and have only now returned to the light.

"This is why we will begin the construction of three geostationary dockyards, which will be used to build and test six ships, which will in turn, be used to test the prospect of so called "Faster than light" travel. This new class of science vessel will be fitted with the most advanced sensor suits, the safest life support systems we can manage, and be a paltform from which the Faster than Light Drive will be tested. It will take fifteen years for all three to be built, and another four before they will be operational. The first step is to bring the Hangar and Cargo modules into orbit, which will be essential to the construction of the dock yards. The first construction mission (which will take the first modules into orbit) are scheduled to take place in three months. Further briefing will be handled by Science Advisor, Enstan Nox."

OOC: Horrible post, I know...but this is my first venture into FT...quite a harrowing experiance. Especialyl since I don't know or understand most of the scifi and factual mumbo-jumbo that's thrown around...but, all other FT Nations are welcome to post...

The three space docks will be finished and online in nineteen RL days...and the ships themselves five RL days after. Of course, this could be completed faster if more experiance FT Nations stepped up to help...(hint, hint)

Information on the Craykon Civilization (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=445200)

((Draconic Order info (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=403226&page=1&pp=15)))

Six Ossalur Class Freighters dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the system, escorting them were eight Svent Class Corvettes and a single Kepesk Class Destroyer. They were jumping through the system on route to a fleet staging area several systems away. They detected in-system activity, but they were not a scouting party and they didn't want to get in trouble for being late. The convoy would take about a day to cross the system and arrive at the next jump point, passing by the outer most planet in the system.

Ordah Montrea was eating a quite meal with his Wife, Nagar Montrea, enjoying the quiet solitude he found with being with her. Away from the trappings of being the Leader of an entire world. Away from the squablings between to Danear and Kataar Tribes. And of course, the Duhnse complaining of some trade infringment or another.

Tonight was a good night, though. Wintertide was coming, the night was cool and light, and they both savored that fresh feeling on the Palace Balcony, over looking the green and lush land, far from the cities.

Enstan Nox peeked around the open archway, onto the two, before wandering out onto the balcony, trying not to be too intrusive.

"Sir..." he said quietly, I beg your pardon, but there is a slight disturbance..."

"Tell the Danear that they will not be allowed to outlaw wearing clothes in their tribal lands. I've had enough of the uproar over that," Ordah replied, not even bothering looking up from his dinner. Which he prodded at idly now.

"No, sir, this isn't about that. One of our Research Satilites, number 164, has spotted an anomoly on the edge of the System. A line of them, to be exact. We captured an infrared view of it...it's certainly not an asteroid or a comet...they appeared out of nowhere. The satilite also detected some spatial distortion, just prior to the sighting. After the images have been cleared up, we'll have a better take on what's happening out there...some of us are speculating some wild things...perhaps ships from another civilization..." that last bit trailed off, as the advisor waited for a reaction to that claim.

Ordah was nonchalant, as if dismissive. "Well, update me as soon as the images are ready and anylised. If they are..." he smiled some before he took a bite of his dinner. "of another galaxy...tell them they had better not disturb my dinner again."

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Some of the Scientists in the Astronomy department were in deep debate about the origin and cause of the anomoly. They even had a pool going on, one betting it was simply a comet, another slot for a malfunction in the stalite...and one very peculiar one, that it was, indeed, spaceships from another civilization. It's odds were odd the charts.

One scientist in particular, Johen Rathguar thought it was possible, and bet in the last slot, FOR spaceships from another Civilization. But how prove it?

He contacted one of his old buddies in the Academy, Lorek Oshte, a fellow in the space department, working on a device that would allow for near instantenious, hyperspace communication.

"Hey, Lorek, it's Johen." Johen beckoned

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you?" Lorek answered sleepily, he must have been woke up. But a certain excited tone overtook his speech.

"Well, I need a favor..."

"This isn't like the time you needed to take my sister out on a date to make your ex jealous, is it?"

"No, no. That was years ago. This is much more important. No offence to your sister."

"None taken...what is it?"

"Well, as you know, I'm working at the Astronomy Department...and we've detected an anomoly. Some of us think it's a comet, others...well, I...think it's at least one ship. I've heard about what you're working on, that hyperspace communication..."

"...and you want me to send a transmission, right? Well, I can't, I have to wait for the official test date."

"That'll take forever!"

"Hmm...what make syou think, that even if I DID send a transmission, that they'd actually be a ble to reply? They've got to be millions of lightyears away."

"Well, if the anomoly is a ship, then the being son board MUST be able to communicate through distance effeciently."

"Hmm...well, I'll do it...but I'm still betting on the comet. What kind of message should I send?"

"I don't know...use your imagination."


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Within two hours that subspace communications array was online and active. A simple transmission was sent through hyperspace.

The message was simple, in numeric code, one that could be easily decyphered into meaning. And it would be decyphered into a simple sentance...

"My sister said the date sucked."

Lorek had an odd sence of humor.

OOC: Tag, will probably post ICly tomorrow evening, when it's not 4 am ;)

In the path of the freighters and their escorts, just outside of their respective weapons ranges, six purple hyperspace gates opened up like doorways into another dimension. They panned backwards and six Vaygr Battlecruisers materialised in their stead. Once the ships were completely formed, the hyperspace gates sealed themselves shut. All of the weapons turrets on the Battlecruisers whirred to life and targeted the convoy's escorts. They were narrow and tall, very long, and covered with weapons and assorted other gadgets. They appeared to have a limited-capacity fighter launch bay, which remained dormant for the time being. Their vertical engine panels at the rear glowed a fierce red as they pushed towards their prey.

From the leading Battlecruiser, with its menacing black, light grey and bright red colour scheme, came a signal -- a standard, no-nonsense 'surrender your ships and cargo or die' message, followed by some posturing and egotistical 'we are better than you' banter. The likelihood of them actually accepting the 'surrender' they had asked for as a viable solution to this confrontation was rather slim; they seemed more eager to blow something up regardless.

Before the victims of their piracy had a chance to respond, however, eight more hyperspace gates opened up and deposited ships into space directly behind them. Six Hiigaran Destroyers materialised first, followed by two Hiigaran Battlecruisers, which dwarfed the smaller Vaygr Battlecruisers in length, width and more importantly, armaments.

Neither side communicated with the other. The Vaygr ships instantly ignored their initial prey, and began the long turn to face their considerable broadside towards the new vessels. The Hiigaran ships were in a better firing position, however, and had the element of surprise; the Destroyers immediately launched several volleys of high-yield fusion torpedoes at the Vaygr ships. Meanwhile, the Hiigaran Battlecruisers targeted all four of their heavy ion cannons on a single Vaygr Battlecruiser. The four powerful, blue dual-beams of light blasted out of the tan-brown and blue vessels, carving through the Vaygr shielding and into its hull. Within a few seconds, the beams cut deep enough into the Vaygr ship to trigger an explosion, which blasted hull panels away as it rippled through the unfortunate vessel.

As the pair of behemoths recharged their weapons and targeted a second Battlecruiser, the group of Destroyers finished off their second Battlecruiser with focused torpedo fire and moved onto a third. The remaining Vaygr ships managed to turn sufficiently to bring their own heavy lance beam strips to bear, and all three of them set upon a single Hiigaran Destroyer. Dozens of short-duration beams of red energy from all three of the ships ripped across space repeatedly like daggers, impacting with the Destroyer relentlessly. The significantly smaller craft bore up surprisingly well under the overwhelming firepower, surviving for a few minutes and even firing off a few torpedoes of its own before succumbing to multiple volleys of fusion missiles.

As another Vaygr Battlecruiser perished, however, the remaining two tried to charge their hyperspace engines and attempted to flee. The leading Hiigaran Battlecruiser had already established an interruption field around them both, though, and yet another Vaygr Battlecruiser received a lethal strike from four sustained ion cannon beams.

The last surviving Vaygr Battlecruiser pushed its sublight propulsion systems up to maximum once it realised it couldn't engage a hyperspace gate, and tried to flee out of their weapons range. Vaygr ships were indeed faster than Hiigaran ships, considering the style of combat they were designed for, so it had a chance of escaping. Unfortunately for them, torpedoes were faster still, and as they impacted with the ship's ion engines the resulting explosion hit a critical system and ripped right down the length of the large vessel as it was blasted to smithereens.

As quickly as the short battle had started, it ended. Shards of metal, bodies and twisted pieces of ship chassis drifted in the place the six huge warships had once been, with a few plasma fires raging on the larger chunks of dead ship. The Hiigaran ships powered down, recuperating from their swift strike. Only one of their ships had been destroyed, and the others were largely undamaged. They drifted calmly to starboard, removing themselves from the rapidly-expanding field of debris. After a short while, one of the Battlecruisers activated its communication systems and sent a quick message across the void to the convoy of ships.

"Thanks for playing the bait," the ship's commander said, somewhat elated at their victory. "That Vaygr Hunting Party has been plaguing shipping lanes in this sector for weeks now and we've been tracking them for almost as long. We'll find their Flagship one of these days... Anyway, are you folks alright? Say, are you detecting faint transmissions from this area as well?"

Test

*tag*

OOC: Well now, this is getting very interesting indeed.

A large, yet small, long, but short, simply-designed Guardian-Class Cruiser drifted through space, accompanied by a smaller GK900 Frigate. Sent on a scouting mission, with the hope of discovering any new forms of life, or "potential customers" as the Head of the Marketing Department liked to call them. So far, they had searched almost half the galaxy, without much sucess. The only sentient life forms they had found were clusters of Free-Flowing, Hydrogen-Based life forms (which seemed to be becoming more and more common).
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"Quadrant 2, sector 4, subsector Q22, area 92-20K, clear."

"Well, Syflis, looks like we've got just a few more areas to scan."

"Yeah, what a bore. Who would have thought this galaxy would be so...dead?"

"Well I think-"

"Hey! Look at this!"

A green tentacle poked at a screen, on which readings jumped about, saying something about large energy signatures.

"Maybe an explosion or something?"

"Yeah, but it's too small to be a star, too big to be a comet collision. You think-"

"It's another ship? Yeah. Guess we should check it out, huh?"

"Probably. Would be a change from scouting out barren worlds and sectors."

"I was thinking that if something exploded, they might be needing some spare parts."

"Hm...Good idea. We should see anyway."
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The cruiser and frigate seemed to explode in a blinding prismatic light. The small fragments in turn exploded into smaller fragments, and those fragments in turn. This cycle continued until the final particles exploded, whereby the the ships reassimilated (by exploding, but only this time it was done backwards), several light seconds from where the Hiigaran ships still sat.

OOC NOTE: In Modern RP, my nation is called its namesake. However, in FP, the nation is actually Earth, with the military being called the EDF. Also, any references to fighters, etc in modern day in FP are not the same ones used here; they're 'futurized' for this. Hopefully there will be no confusion.

The EDFV Wombat, a Bradley class frigate, exits the slipstream gate about 100,000,000 KM's away, on a routine patrol mission.

"Slipstream jump successful", the young ensign says to the captain.

"Very good, Ensign", he replies. "Do the routine scan of this sector to scan for any ships or anomolies."

"Yes sir," another officer replies. The monitor on the screen changes from a clear view to a data-like view with green boxes showing things of interest, with text informing of ranges, and important data. Then the scanner picks up something, and puts a red box around it. Then the box zooms into the area of its interest. He can see explosions, and a few notable silluettes.

"Vagyr..." the captain mutters. "I thought we took care of them already in this sector. Alright, inform high command of this situation." He then notices the Hiigarans engaging them. They soon destroy the Vagyr. "Inform high command that the threat seems to be over. Bring us about and get in contact with the Hiigarans."

Then the box zoomed in on a planet that was nearby. He could see a shipyard in orbit over a planet...a planet that should of been a primitive race. But no, it seems like they are building spacecraft. Intriguing... the captain thought. Ensign, move us closer to the planet for a closer look. Also communicate with the Hiigarans and see if they require our assistance.

The convoy came to a stop as they neared the debris field, having been slowing since the initial raiding party had appeared in-system. The Kepesk Class Destroyer sent a broadband transmission, directed toward the Hiigaran fleet.

<Greetings brothers of the stars. We appreciate your removal of those pirates; our convoy doesn't have the firepower for that sort of engagement... We have been receiving a transmission, but we must be getting back to our duties and cannot indulge ourselves with first-contact situations.>

Small thrusters along the hulls of the convoy flared to life as the convoy realigned itself to move around the debris field. They seemed to ignore the other incoming vessels.

Deep within T-Space, The Wanderlust slowly traveled through this new Galaxy. They had been sent here searching for any traces of The Ancestors’ lost colonies in hopes of rediscovering some of their history or even their own technologies. So far they have scoured the Milky Way. They had constructed a Worm Hole Device that would generate an active wormhole anywhere they could generate coordinates for.

The Emperor had declared it was his intent to send out Explorer Class ships to search for any traces of their ancestry in nearby galaxies. So far, they have found plenty of abandoned worlds but nothing that panned out.

“Captain, I am picking up excessive energy readings from a heading of 235.47 at coordinates 13h,f35. It appears to be some sort of explosions.”

“What do Sensors read it as?”

“We are picking up explosions but it appears to be on the edge of a system instead of near one of the planets. I am picking up several ships in the immediate area. There appears to be a convoy and a task force from different nations by their designs.”

“That is none of our concern. Local political concerns are to be left to the locals.”

“Sir, there appears to be some sort of ruins upon one of the moons. The planet it revolves around appears to have sentient life upon it. There also appears to be lunar colonies present. I am detecting errant power sources from the indigenous lifeforms.”

“Take us in but keep us fully Uplifted in T-Space. We don’t want to be detected. I want you to scan the planet as well as the ships out on the edge.”

“Yes Sir. Relaying commands now.”

“I want a report as soon as we get that data. I’ll be in my quarters.”



OOC:

T-Space is the 7th dimension. The Space-Time Continuum is the 1st through 4th dimensions.

Red-Eye watched the monuitor carefully. It was black, just as it had been ever since he was stationed to this back-water quadrant. Some of the systems had plenty of life, but nothing above Class 4. He told the computer to prepare for a hyperspace jump, while he went to the bathroom.
The new system wasn't any different from the last one. They were all the same, Class 4 to 6 every single one of them. The only interesting in this system, though calling it ''interesting'' was quite a stretch, was the inhabitants of a planet called Craykon. There were remnants of spaceships of an archaic design that could prove to decrease the time needed for development of FTL.
''Well, nothing new today either. Computer, next checkpoint.''

That was more than forty years ago.

Suddenly the screen lit up with flashes, the sign of FTL technology being used in the vicinity. Since the development of theoretical FTL amongst the Craykonians, the system had been quietly monitored by the Special Operations Department On Foreigners, or SODOF, while the normal Exploration and Mapping UNits had been moved to another quadrant. In their place was the frigate USSRLSF Freedom is Slavery, not to be confused with the battleship of the same name, commanded by colonel Blood-Tooth of the Diplomatic Corps and colonel White-Mane of the SODOF.
''Sir!'' exlaimed one of the HailSys operators. ''We have detected several incoming FTL crafts.''
''Are they from the Planet?''
''No sir, they're extra-systemical.''
'''Foreign', is the word you're looking for private. Hail the Planet, we cannot allow the foreigners to exploit them for their own goals.''


This is the USSRLSF Freedom is Slavery of the United Socialist States of Relative Liberty's Spacefleet. We are here on a diplomatic mission to establish relations between our two nations. As a token of our good will we will lend you aid in whatever you need.


''Also send a message to High Command and notify them of the situation.''
''Yes sir!''

OOC:
T-Space is the 7th dimension. The Space-Time Continuum is the 1st through 4th dimensions.

((Sort of like your own personal pocket dimension. I assume you can't interact with those in the space-time without moving into space-time, besides scanning.))

OOC:

I made the rule that I cannot attack across the Dimensional Barriers as a balance to my Drives.

Also, it is not a "pocket dimension" but the actial dimensions of existance. The standard Superstring exists in 26 dimensions. My civilian travel uses the 5th, Communications use the 6th, and Military uses 7th and higher. I started my FT nation based off the Alan Dean Foster Commonwealth Series and the Flinx series. He uses Space Plus as the 5th and Space Minus as the 6th in the books.

I can scan and communicate from the higher dimensions but like I said earlier, I cannot fire across them. I have to Emerge into Real Space to do that. I also possess a number of unconventional weapons but I only use them if conventional ones fail to do the task.

OOC: Well, I had a big post ready and waiting, but the boards ate it...that pisses me off more than anything, especially since I'm sick right now. But I'll retry.

IC:

The Astronomical Anomolies Department was filled to the brim with excited scientists, analysts, and other such folk. All of them watched various screens that lined the walls attentively, waiting for updated scannings that came in 20 minutes intervals. Pictures of violent blue and reds, with the silhouettes of unknown ships came in, as all of the high-powered electrothermal telescopes, high-frequency dishes, and every research satilite available honed in on the sector.

Johan's pockets were full with the loot gained from the pool, as he most decidedly won. Now mroe important concerns were at hand. What did these ships want? They seemed to be ducking it out amongst the stars...did they have the same intentions for Craykon? It was all so confusing. No one answered the nonsensical transmission sent by Lorek, but a transmission was recieved from another source, that was heading directly towards Craykon.

It took some hours to decypher much of it, but the jist of the message was clear. Diplomatic inquiry. By this time, Lorek's hyperspace communication's array had been taken over for the specific task of speaking with the beings that sent their message. Lorek gained much scorn, and gratitude, from Ordah...after all, famous, imortal words should be well-chosen...and their first message to space was rather laughable, if not totally nonsensical and confusing.

But, life goes on, and the past few days, life was frantic. Religious Leaders said this would be the doom of Craykon, the Military was scrambled, with atmospheric fighters scrambled. Scientists and common folk alike were up in arms, ready for anything, yet not ready at all.

Ordah was sure they all looked like scrambling ants in a disturbed nest. Running around as they did.

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(Message to Relative Liberty)

"We have decyphered your message, and are warmed to its meaning. The universal message of peace is extended to you as well, and we wish to open diplomatic lines to your World.

However, we are confused as to the activity we are whitnessing on the outskirts of our system, we assume you are not apart of it. We await reply, and we hope we may be able to speak more about the possible future between our two Civilizations."

--end message

There appears to be a small taskforce of unknown origin that, along with a trading concoy, engaged a third party. Probably pirates that were trying to raid the convoy, only to be destroyed by the escort.

''Private, send a message to the unknown ships.''

Unknown ships, identify yourselves! This is a neutral system, and USSRL will not allow any battles here without the natives' permission.

''Notify High Command that we have stablished contact with the natives, but also detected two other parties.''

USSRLSF Frigate Intrepdi class Ignorance is Strength, Sector #342:
Upon the detection of FTL capabilities we attempted to make contact with the natives of planet Craykon. We have also contacted two other factions, both seem to have some interest in this sector. Will proceed according to Diplomatic Proedure §12, unless receiving further orders.

<Greetings brothers of the stars. We appreciate your removal of those pirates; our convoy doesn't have the firepower for that sort of engagement... We have been receiving a transmission, but we must be getting back to our duties and cannot indulge ourselves with first-contact situations.>

"No problem," Commodore Roose said cheerily to the Destroyer who had responded to them. "I guess we'll look into it for ourselves then. Good luck to you, and safe flying. Give us a shout if you encounter any further Vaygr forces in this sector. Hiigaran Taskforce out."

He pulled his finger from the button and rose to his feet, clanging against the metal deck as he paced forwards. The command centre of a Hiigaran Battlecruiser was enormous, with three open-air tiers, dozens of command and control consoles, and crew milling around all over the place as though it were rush-hour at a supermarket. The huge windows that ran along the forward wall gave a gorgeous view of the length of the enormous vessel, which never seemed to end from their vantage point, and the space that surrounded it. Most of the primary operations centres resided at the front of the command centre, all facing these huge windows.

"Inform the Mothership of our progress Lieutenant," Roose said, gesturing towards a young woman who mustn't have been older than 25. Her short black hair was tied back in a pony tail, as was regulation, and her blue and brown uniform with its padded shoulders and elegant golden highlights was crisp and tidy. She seemed to be surrounded by consoles, perhaps more than most could handle, but she got by OK.

"Yes Commodore," she replied in an emotionless voice. She tapped some buttons and spoke into a headset briefly. As she did so, a microscopic, virtually-undetectable hyperspace gate opened up a few metres from the hull of the ship. When she finished talking, the gate closed up again and she looked up from her computers. "Miss S'jet is already aware of our progress Commodore. She wants some of the Destroyers and the other Battlecruiser to rejoin the Mothership Defence Fleet, and the rest of us to remain here and investigate the signals we have been detecting."

"Indeed?" Roose said thoughtfully.

"Yes Commodore," the woman nodded, as though his rhetoric was a way of asking for confirmation. "She says, 'the thirst for knowledge can never be satisfied, however brutal war becomes'."

"Figures," Roose shrugged. "Get the comms analysts in C section on it then, Lieutenant, and tell Captain G'Ran when they've located its source. And order Destroyers 1 and 2 and the other Battleship to return to Mothership guard duty."

"At once, Commodore," the Lieutenant nodded, and immediately set her speedy fingers in motion across the various controls.

"I want a long-range tactical analysis of this area on my desk before the graveyard shift commences," Roose shouted to nobody in particular as he strode up the stairs to the third tier and headed for a transport pod entrance. "Any more Vaygr in the sector need to be rooted out and annihilated before the Mothership leaves."

His black uniform boot was literally just entering the transport pod when the soft white lighting flicked off, and was replaced with a sharp, dull red instead. Deep, bellowing alarms sounded, causing the deck plating to rattle and vibrate in a way that made everyone cringe. He span around and walked back the other way, jogging down the spiral staircase to the lowest tier and taking a seat at an empty data terminal.

"Sensor reports?" he said loudly, trying to make himself heard over the alarms.

"Two ships... appearing, a few lightseconds from our present coordinates Commodore," a rugged male officer shouted. The terminal under his control was enormous, and covered the starboard wall of the lower tier. From the looks of the holomonitors, it was a tactical terminal. All sorts of tactical data ranging from the status of their weapons and the ship's defensive systems to the various targets within the range of their weapons at that particular moment was displayed on multiple holomonitors. The size of him also suggested that he could be a member of their on-board infantry though.

"Vaygr?" Roose shouted. It was a shot in the dark, but it would make sense -- they had just obliterated their most successful hunting party, after all.

"That's a negative," the man shook his head. "Resolving... two new contacts, bearing 682.286.2; range, 910,322.8 kilometres. Unknown energy signatures. Unknown configuration. Unknown transponder frequencies."

"All personnel assume alert duties," Roose said as he held down a button on his chair. His voice echoed eerily throughout the vessel, in every service hatch and crew quarters. "Repeat, all personnel assume alert duties. Weapons control officers on standby please." He released the button and glared at the Lieutenant. "Will you please shut that klaxon off, Lieutenant? Everybody has heard it now."

"Yes Commodore," the woman nodded and quickly reached to her left and pushed down a button. The alarms stopped.

"Thank you," he said. "Commander Parlet I want a firing solution within the next minute please. Nobody sneaks up on my taskforce and gets the upper hand for very long. Lieutenant Janus, inform the remaining Destroyers to hold position in a Turanic formation. And where is Captain G'Ran?"

"Here sir," came a gruff voice from a tall man on his way down the circular staircase.

"Captain, I want you to take command of the Destroyers," Roose said to him. "S'Jet wants us to investigate this system and its ghost transmissions further, and this Battlecruiser is best equipped to do that. Find out what those two ships are about, and don't fire on anybody unless it is 100% necessary. The Vaygr are more than enough of an enemy for us at the moment."

"Yes Commodore," G'Ran saluted, and grumbled something as he made his way back up the staircase.

***

Quarter of an hour later, from the behemoth came a single shuttle followed by two fighter squadrons, and a slightly larger vessel which generated a shield to protect them all. The small group of ships made their way across the void and paused beside one of the large Destroyers as the shuttle docked with it. When the Captain was safely aboard, the shuttle and its escorts made the journey back to the Battlecruiser and disappeared into its hangar.

Almost the instant they were aboard did a hyperspace gate open up directly ahead of the city-sized warship. The gate swept back across the hull of the ship, making it gradually vanish from view as though it was the victim of a magic trick. Once the behemoth was completely gone, the gate closed up.

The three Destroyers that remained, each fairly large in their own right, took on a more defensive formation after their command ship had departed. The lead Destroyer signaled the two new vessels, as well as the even-more recent newcomers:

"This is Captain G'Ran of the Hiigaran Second Taskforce," he said commandingly. "Who are you and what is your business here?"

***

On the opposite side of the system, a hyperspace gate opened up and spewed out the Hiigaran Battlecruiser, sealing up behind it. The Battlecruiser slowly pressed forwards, its bright-blue ion engines powered up. It began scanning various communications frequencies, downloading every signal it could find.

Deep within its belly was a huge laboratory, split into numerous sections, home to all sorts of fields of science. On of three such laboratories. The cybernetics department, for instance, primarily worked on cybernetic implants and prosthetic limbs. Plenty of both were used aboard such vessels; limbs could often be lost in particularly vicious battles, and cybernetic implants were amongst the most effective ways to manage certain ship systems. It was their job to make sure all these devices worked flawlessly, and to build new ones and replacements should there be a need.
The planetary sciences department analysed prospective colony worlds, or just any planets they encountered on their travels. They took samples of the rocks, any plant or animal life that resided there, and studied the atmospheres, to learn as much about any planets the ship encountered as they could. This department was rarely used, as the Battlecruiser typically travelled alongside its Mothership, whose own resources matched that of a whole planet.

And of course, the communications analysts. They made sure the extensive communications facilities of the vessel worked properly, and continuously monitored space for any new traffic. They then tried to isolate it, decode it and then determine its worth. At present, they dealt with some faint transmissions that had been received from this sector while hunting for the Vaygr they had recently destroyed. They had narrowed their origins down to this star system, and now only needed to detect a few more before they could pinpoint them properly. Initially the thought had been that this system was home to some sort of hidden Vaygr facility, and that the transmissions were just basic logistics they had tried to mask. But now, they weren't so sure. It was the wrong frequency, and something about it seemed so... primitive.

"Got it!" said one of the analysts suddenly. "I've isolated the frequency. It's coming from this planet here." He pointed at a map of this particular star system, which had all sorts of notes and markings over it as the others had tried and failed at guessing.

"Are you certain?" another asked.

"Yes, look at these figures," he said enthusiastically.

"Excellent work!" the lead analyst said, patting him on the back. "It seems to be encoded in a simple numeric pattern... just run this through a decryption matrix and then pass it on to the Commodore. Good work."

"I'll get right on it," the analyst nodded, and began his work.

***

Half an hour later, the analyst hopped out of a transport pod and nervously made his way across the upper tier of the command centre, and down the staircase to the lowest level. He stopped behind the Commodore's chair and waited silently.

After a few minutes, the Commodore looked over his shoulder at the nervous civilian and grinned.

"What do you have for me, Beck?" Roose bellowed. The poor man nearly jumped out of his labcoat.

"I... uh... we managed to isolate the source of the transmissions we have been receiving," Beck stammered. "Most of them are pretty old; basic day-to-day transmissions, media, logistics and the like. But the strongest one used a subspace array, and it was directed into deep space. It's pretty fresh, and strong enough to decode. It was numerically encoded too, so it was pretty easy once we had a clear recording."

He handed the Commodore a datapad and stepped back as he read it.

"My sister said the date sucked."

"What the...?" Roose exclaimed. He turned the datapad upside down to see if that made any difference, and finally shook his head. "Are you sure you decrypted this right, Beck?"

"P... positive, Commodore," Beck nodded. "Trust me, I ran that decryption matrix on it a dozen times and it didn't make any more sense."

"How odd," Roose said thoughtfully. "Any thoughts?"

"Me? No!" Beck exclaimed. "I just decode the things, I don't make sense of them. That's up to you guys. They've been sending more strong subspace messages since the other aliens showed up, whoever 'they' are, but they've been directing them away from us so we can't intercept them at the moment."

"Alright, good work Beck," Roose nodded, and turned around. "OK. Either this is a code for something, or we're dealing with psychopaths. Regardless, we should play this cool. We know nothing of these people, and first impressions... um... aren't always the best. Lieutenant, aim a broadband transmission towards their planet, numerically encoded the same as the one they sent us. We're not going near them with this Battlecruiser just yet."

"Ready to transmit, Commodore," she said blankly.

Roose thought long and hard about what to say. He hoped they hadn't detected their recent scrape with the Vaygr, as he imagined that he would be worried if he were in their shoes. Perhaps he should respond in kind -- a cryptic message, such as "my brother thinks she should try again"? He was never very good at bizarre wordgames, though, especially when he didn't even know their meaning. Instead, he opted for a simple, honest message.

"I am Commodore Roose of the Hiigaran people," he spoke, as clearly and loudly as he could. "We detected transmissions from your world and have been ordered by our leader to learn more of your people. The Hiigaran search for knowledge is a great driving force behind everything we do, and so we would appreciate it if you would give us permission to bring our vessel close enough to make our first official contact with you."

OOC EDIT = I thought it polite to inform you that I won't be posting tomorrow, or even logging in. I will be around over the weekend, but then I may not be able to post much, if at all, next week. So don't do anything that will absolutely require me to be around in order to progress, I'd hate to kill your RP for a week!

"Hey Frank."

"Yeah?"

"We're getting a-"

"INCOMING TRANSMISSION."

"...Yeah, one of those. Stupid computer...

"This is Captain G'Ran of the Hiigaran Second Taskforce. Who are you and what is your business here?"

"Oooh, Hiigarans. Wow!...What are Hiigarans?"

"Don't know. Let me check...Hm...No information on them at all."

"Well, we'd better send them a message. Don't want any hostilities."

Incoming Transmission From: Gadget Corporation Cruiser 17G792-1A
Authorization Code: *****-*********-**-***
Randomized Number Interval Value: 19892-671
Subject: Uh....Hello?

The image of a green octopoid life form (two arms, six tentacle-legs) with red eyes appears on screen. From what can be seen of the bridge, it can be assumed the ship is of medium-size.

This is Gadget Corporation Cruiser 17G792-1A. We have been sent from company headquarters on behalf of the Marketing Division, to do a little exploration mission. And who are you, might I ask?

This is Gadget Corporation Cruiser 17G792-1A. We have been sent from company headquarters on behalf of the Marketing Division, to do a little exploration mission. And who are you, might I ask?

Captain G'Ran furrowed his brow at their response.

"I thought I told them who I was..." he muttered under his breath. "I hope they were right when they said exploration, and didn't mean to say exploitation."

"Sir?" an officer asked, looking over his shoulder. The command centre of a Destroyer was nowhere near as large as that of a Battlecruiser, which essentially had a ship the size of a city to run. Despite being a little more 'communal', and based entirely on one tier, it was still fairly large.

"Nothing, send a response transmission," he shrugged.

"Ready, sir," the officer nodded.

"As I believe I mentioned, I am Captain G'Ran of the Hiigaran Second Taskforce," G'Ran repeated himself, somewhat confused. "I wouldn't normally trust the word of anyone hailing from any 'corporation' but on this occasion I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I assume you have been detecting faint transmissions from this system as well; we too are investigating these transmissions. As well as scouting for Vaygr, of course. Well, if exploration is all you are here for we have no quarrel, far from it. I will even attach copies of the transmissions we have intercepted since our arrival here to assist you, as a show of good faith. Good luck to you."

Three Tribes Council Complex
Dres, Federal Region of Aryx

Ordah sat calmly in the highest chair of the Council Chamber, a large domed room that was lined with rows of stone seating. Three seating sections encircled an open pit, called the arena. It was called that for a simple reason, before there was a uniting force that catered to all of the Tribes, this complex was where delegates met to settle disputes. Disputes that could not be handled with words, were handled in a customary duel, where two, or six Champions, if it involved all three Tribes. They faught untill the death, that was the Craykon answer to hosility. One, rather than thousands, a few, rather than many.

Now desputes were handled with words, speakers stood where blood was once spilt. They traded wit and debate, instead of sword blows, but they pranced around eachother, meeting eye to eye fleetingly, much like the Warriors of old. There truly was no need for such an arrangement, as technology ended this necessity many years ago...but the ceremony churned pride.

Ordah watched as three "Mouths," as the Speakers were called, debate the proper way to handle the new arrival of Aliens, their impact on culture, economy, and so forth.

"It is herecy!" roared Hlith Nogtsa, the Temple Magistrate, "To think that these...BEASTS...will be allowed to set their soiling feet, tentacles, or who knows what else, on OUR sacred lands!"

He circled around his two openants, Mouths representing Tribe Kataar and Duhnse. Then in brilliant flair, approached the High Federal Seat. He was a powerful speaker, perhaps that's why he had such a large follwing, despite his generally nasty temper.

"Are you to chance that these beasts RAVAGE our lands?!"


"Now hold! You old fool!" The crowed turned their attention to Monlia Jax, the representative of Tribe Kataar. She was a tall woman, several inches taller than Hlith, her soft yellow skin was considered quite beautiful, and it shined in the dim light.

"We know nothing of their intentions! They could be just as curious as we! We need to wait, untill further contact can be made! We mustn't create a war where the needn't be one! We could LEARN from these People...we could make a name for ourselves amongst the stars!"

"...same old wishing and waiting," interupted Loux Nobul, of Tribe Duhnse. "We should do more than simply wait and wonder, and wish. Come now, we are as Civilized as they. Let US make the first contact. Let us find out what they wish of us, before making such hasty conclusions. Of course, we know not if they want to devour us, which is why we must raise our left arm of war, but we should also extend our right arm of peace. We could open up trade to them, they could be a boost to our economy, and technology. In interest to the Temple, we could also try and piece together our Elder past..."

"You are the wisest of all, Loux Nobul. Though your Tribe has long been greedy, and sought profit, you are the fairest of the two. All measures should be taken to ensure the safety of Craykon," Ordah said humbly, trying to word his ideas out correctly, in ways that would not infuriate the Council. "We Craykers have always sought peace. This is not the time to step from that time honored endeavour. That is why we will send out further, general transmissions, so that they may know our right arm is extended with signs of peace...but, as the ever so cautious Temple suggests...we will also raise our shield. We will try to keep them off of the Planet untill we know true of their intentions...which is why we will set up a temporary meeting point on the Scar."

"The SCAR?! That's Herecy!" Yelled Hlith, enraged. "You wish to bring the wrath of the Elders upon us?! Do you KNOW what the Religious on the Colony will do when they see ALIENS on the Scar?! You wish for downfall, and you WILL get it!"

"Enough! The Decision has been made!" Ordah was losing his temper, very rare. The Temple and the Federals were at odds more and more these past years, ever since the Elder Ship was discovered. "Even the Fundimentalists of the Colony will realize that meeting on the Scar will be safer to all Craykers!"

Ordah was seating by this time, a slight bulge in his forehead from a vein. He raised quickly and walked from the exit, which signaled the official end of the Council Meeting, leaving Hlith and the other two Mouths to their own squabling, which they did. Tearing the last shreds of debate like rabid dogs after the alfa male left. But the desicion was met already.


Atmospheric Fighters, FAD-008s (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/Wubboux/AtmosphericFighterBomber.jpg) were scrambled, patroling the upper and lower atmospheres. All Ground Forces were called to duty, and the Scar Colony was tol dof the plans...which almost broke into a riot. The Colony went under lockdown, and would be that way untill after the planned meeting was over...Ordah jsut hoped that whatever beings were out there, would agree to the plans.

Ordah was taking very harsh risks. Making enemies in the T emple was a bad thing, as the majority of the Craykers were Religious, and were well known for uprisings if the Temple was crossed too much. But this was far mroe than Science-Religion squabble, for the Craykers had opened a gate they could not close, they were now known in the stars.

A message was sent shortly after, same numerical code, but this time sent broadly, in a repeating message, across all frequencies, even their own media and communications frequencies were scrambled temporarily.

"Hear me, beings of the stars. We are Craykers, and we stand alone in this Systerm, but we stand for Peace. We hope you bring the same with you, and we wish to meet with you and your kin. Whateve rhosilities you may have with eachother, we beg of you to leave it outside our planet. And we offer a meeting ground, on the moon in closest orbit with Craykon. The Colony there is under lockdown, for the safety of Civilians...there we may meet without prying eyes, and discuss our future."
End message

"Hey Frank."

"Yeah Syf?"

"Take a look at these transmissions the Hiigarans sent us."

"Hm..."

"I think-"

"INCOMING TRANSMISSION"

Hear me...stars. We...Craykers...stand..in this System...hope you bring...with you...meet... you may have..we beg...you to leave it... our planet...We offer...meeting ground...the moon...orbit with Craykon...Colony for...Civilians...there we..eet without...eyes...

"...Ohhhhkay..."

"So...They want Crackers...And Meat?"

"Hm...Must be some traditional greeting gift on their planet."

"Do we even have any crackers or meat?"

"Hm...We do have some stores of Aquatos Saltwater Crackers and Nocturian Megacow cutlets in the Frigate."

"Guess those will have to do."

"So we have a lock on where the signal originated?"

"Yep. Some lightyears that-a-way."

"Well, then, lets go."
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The two Gadget Corporation ships turned roughly about twenty degrees to the side. As the ships began to glow a bright green-white light, they suddenly exploded. The pieces they exploded into in turn exploded, and those particles exploded, and so on, until they reached the smallest they could get, and finally exploded for the last time. The area around them turned a shade of ugly for a second, then the particles disappeared.

OOC To The Higarran Council - My post was to say that we already knew each other. If not, disregard and we'll meet later.

The Libertarian frigate engaged its main thrusters, and slwoly made its way closer to the Planet. It wasn't a large ship, just a 200 metres long cuboid , eighty metres high and ninety metres wide. On top of the main body was the bridge in the form of a disc, roughly fifty metres wide, complete with abnormaly large sensor arrays and detectors. The main body was built around a large gravitronic gun, with five smaller ones mounted in ball turrets on the sides. The bridge's walls was lined with computers and HailSys interfaces, the front was occupied by the weapon controls and in the centre, on an elevated throne, sat the captain. Fifteen out of the seventy crewmembers worked there and the captain was always present while on duty.
''Navigator, engage main thrusters and set course for planet P.''

Orbital station Relativity, Core Worlds, Liberty One:
The station was a huge ring, measuring hundreds of metres in height and width, and spanning across the entire planet, just a few kilometres above the atmosphere. It was divided into threee sections, the lowermost was for freighters, the middle was the Spacefleets home station, and the uppermost was restricted to the Special Operations Departments and the Diplomatic Corps.
''Have a shuttle stand by, Captain.'' ordered Colonel White-Fang of the Diplomatic Corps. He had just received the report from the Ignorance is Strength, and was now sitting in the Main Control Central.
''Yes sir!''
''And get me a team of diplomats ASAP.''
''Yes sir!''

Back on the Ignorance is Strength:
''Sir, we have recieved a message from the Planet. They want us to meet with them on their moon, appearently they have a small colony there.''
''There's nothing we can do abou that now. Communicator, send a message to home station and ask that they send a shuttle of diplomats.''

Space...It's so cold, and lifeless and dark...Perfect silence...

That is, of course, until someone induces a Positronic Omniflux by engaging a Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold system and sending their individual atoms flying through space at a speed faster that Warp 8.

In a flash of blinding light that was the color ugly, and after several un-explosions, the Guardian-Class Cruiser and frigate accompanying it appeared a few lightseconds from the designated moon. (A funny thing about the physics of the Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold system; you always appeared too close to your target to use it again, but far enough away so that it took you a while to get where you were going in the first place.)

The Wanderlust held position deep within T-Space. Captain Gar’Thon monitored the situation through his Neurolink. He listened to each of the messages sent out by the Craykon relay station. He instructed the computer to make a connection to the bridge. Moments later he felt the open Neurolinks of the bridge crew.

“Sensors, are you still picking up the erratic power signals?”

“Affirmative, it appears there is a definite power fluctuation. We are still analyzing the source.”

“What is our current location?”

“We have achieved a geostationary position between their moon and the planet. We are safe within T-Space.”

“Any sign of detection from the other ships?”

“Negative, Sir.”

“What are the results of the scan upon the ruins we detected?”

“They are of non-Ta’Nar origin. The age is wrong on the ruins for them to be ours.”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping they might have been some of our descendants. Hold position and keep watching. I don’t want to leave until I know what that energy signature means.”

"Even now, I can't hear the whispers of our Forebearers any longer!" Derith Angar (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/Wubboux/Fundi.jpg) said firmly, her followers listening with pious respect in one of the smaller Agri-Domes of the Scar Colony.

She stood tall and proud, furiously. Her follwoers saw her against the backdrop of the bright, unfettered stars...she was great at that, great at making herself look as though she came from the Elders themselves...plucked right from the stars. She and a few others were considered the Scholars of the Elders...they were called the "Changed Ones," and they touted their Religion as true..."Order of Scar," as it was called, taught against those who follow the Orthodox Temple, saying that the faith is out of touch with the realities of the Elders.

Her botched skin was something common amongst the "Scholars," it was held as a gift. Their skin turning from whatever pigment it originally was, to an almost transparent state. Such is their namesake, the Changed Ones.

"We must unite and foresake all that has been spewed to us by the On-Worlders...WE are the true ones, we are the ones the Elders wanted to live! Not the weak and cowardly as our so called bretheren are..." she pointed off intot he horizon, far away the construction of two of the spacedocks could be seen, just as little, glistening objects. "Even now they pollute our Elders' footsteps with lies and dispute! And NOW they're coming for the Scar!"

A few moments later, several squads from the Defence Forces rushed into the dome, with their automatic assault rifles raised in offense. No one really knows what happened the short moments in between that and the fire fight that ensued. All that's known is that in the end, 23 Colonists, followers of the Order of the Scar, lay slain. None of the Defence Forces agents were even touched, as they were extremely well protected in their powered armor (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/Wubboux/PowerArmor.jpg). Derith and the remaining 36 followers were detained, and the Agri-Dome sealed untill further notice.

All was in place for the meeting, the main dome was cleared and converted into a more suitable place, with security at its highest. This was the first time a Military presence had been on the Scar, no screw ups would be tollerated. All Citizens were put on a curfew, especially during the meeting.

The Dome was large, with two long tables set in front of eachother, so all parties could look eye to eye, without one being higher than the other.

Ordah was set to arrive soon...he would stay in the High Council Chamber, untill the other Parties arrived...

OOC: Sorry I didn't post over the weekend, had a long, frustrating one...I hope you all had great weekends, though!

"We have the crackers and meat?"

"Yep. We're all set. All forty-two crates of crackers and thirty-nine thermo-seals of Megacow are in the frigate."

"Good. We're almost to the moon."

"What do you think they'll look like."

"I don't know...Probably humanoid."

"Why do you think that?"

"Most sentient species we've seen in this galaxy so far have been humanoid."

"Besides us, of course."

"Right. Who wants to be humanoid when you can have eight arms?"
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The large cruiser swung into a high-altitude orbit over the moon; from the surface the shape of a large metal triangle was all that could be seen of the ship. After a brief docking break, to allow the two Head Pilots from the cruiser to switch to the much smaller, but still big, frigate. After that bit of business was done, the frigate slowly began to lower itself down to the moon, while the cruiser stayed behind.

((If you don't mind me asking...Who are you?))

OOC: Aah, crapola...that's my MT Nation...mistakenly logged onto it before coming here...I'll delete it after I repost under the *correct* name.

IC:

Ordah stood in the raised section of the main Dome...it was lined with commercial buildings selling everything a spacetraveller, or tourist, would need. but today they were closed, not a single Scar Clonlist could be found, and all flights to and from the Scar Colony ceased. The only ships that landed or departed now were a few Military Transports.

Ordah sat in his designated chair, at the middle of one of the long tables. He was nervous, sweating even, his long fingers tapping against the table in not-so-steady rythm. He wondered what would happen in the next few days, and forever after. The Dockyards were almost complete, and resources needed for the construction of the six ships were already being stored and prepared. Ordah began to wonder if venturing into space was a mistake after all...but it was far too late to think like that.

The frigate quickly became visible to those paying attention to it, eventually coming within fifty feet of the landing dome, at which point a small hatch opened up on the bottom of the ship. What looked like two long, thin, folded folded plates of metal extended out of the hole, and began to unfold themselves, eventually coming to a stop a foot from the landing pad. A small platform, attached to the two bars via an elevator-system, began lowering itself. On top of the platform could be seen two, tall, squid-like, spacesuit wearing beings, carrying ten large metal crates on a yellow and black striped hovertrolley. As they lowered, they waved to whoever was on the pad at the time.

((By squid-like, they have six-tentacle legs which can function as arms, and two actual arms with hands

And the folding elevator, I've got an image: here (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/FoldingElevator.png) ))

OOC: Well, the Scar Colony is on one of the moons, free of heavy atmosphere, so a ship, even with a minimal of heat sheidling, could make it through unharmed. But if you want, you can. Since the boards have been pissing me off, I haven't exactly had the patience to put in a detailed description...so, I'll work up one now...

The Scar Colony began as a research facility with two goals in mind. One was to test the effects of Craykers during long stays in space, and two, to research the ravine carved out by the crash of one of the Elder Ships.

To facilitate this, research domes were created, exacting in great detail, all the variations of climates on Craykon. Deserts, tropical, sub-tropical, semi-arid, plains, and the like, were all mimicked in eight medium-sized domes, which were connected to the main dome by long corridors spanning out to each individual dome. The main dome was used for research and development of various studies, as well as the living quarters of resident scientists.

About 15 years later, funding began to run low for the facility, and an interested public began to look to the research station with great interest. Soon, the government sponsored research sector left the facility, to be replaced by private research endevours. The main dome was stripped of most of its research laboratories, and turned into large malls and hotels, for the rich to get a taste of life in space.

Smaller domes were built around the large bio-domes, three huge agri-domes were constructed to support the large influx of tourists and permanent residents. But even the sudden interest in space vacations dropped a few years later...as the elite simply grew bored, and trips to the moon were too expensive for the average Crayker.

The Vacationers soon vanished from the Scar Complex, and instead, was replaced by the wealthy religious. Who saw the Scar as the pinnacle of Religious Pilgrimage. Some stayed, and catered to other pilgrims as space travel became less expensive, and a new awakening of Religion came in tide. Not the 2,400 permanent residents live a communal life on the Scar, in semi-autonomy.

The main Dome is a huge complex,with many observatories and decks that line the sphere. Next to it is an open landing pad, which departing and arriving shuttles may land.

A simple concrete walkway leads to the large double doors that lead into the pressurized walkway, before moving on into the dome...one is greeted by the wonderfully open design of the dome, very few buildings are near the center. One can look up and see the stars through the invisible plasteel that makes up much of the dome, as well as the many elevators and railed-transports that deliver passengers and cargo to various areas of the complex.

((If you're talking about the elevator-platform thing, it's only 50 feet above the platform.))

OOC: All right, ahve at it. ;)

OOC; Sorry about that, I didn't see that post 'till I looked back on the thread. I get yoru drift now.


IC:

Sgt. Ithor and a small detail of guards clad in their powered armor waited outside the dome entrance, as the Frigate took position above the complex. The Sgt. was quite startled by the sudden appearance, and his voice crackled over the comm. channel the suits communication system was tuned into.

"Damn sensor jockeys didn't warn us they were coming. Remind me to chew them up for that," he said, as he watched through the 3D enviornment enterface that showed him the world outside his helmet. "All right, keep weapons on safe, don't piss off our new...interesting friends."

The Sgt. and two other soldiers made their way to the two diplomats. The soldiers accompanying the Sgt. were armed, their assault rifles swun over their shoulders, but Ithor himself wasn't, he was to act as an usher. Nothing more. A soft hiss erupted from two small vents near the helm of his powered armor, as the suit was pressurized to the slight atmosphere outside. The pauldrons slowly swun outward, like sissors opening, as the large helm swung up and back, exposing the Crayker to the Diplomats.

His long, free-flowing green hair spilled from the confines, framing a slender, fresh face to the tentacled fellows.He smiled to the two, awkwardly at best, but with sincerity, an oxygen enricher lined his gums, so he could breathe freely in the atmosphere.

"I'm unsure if you can understand me...but...welcome to the Scar...and welcome to Craykon," Ithor stretched his arm outward, bringing attention to the beautiful, unobstructed view of the lush planet of Craykon, it seemed to engulf the moon with the imposing vastness of the world.

"Fwee grytthiila greeniu?"

"Mee freenee gwii neefee."

One of the two beings pulled out a small, spherical device, and pressed a few buttons on its keypad.

"Hello, creatures! We come bearing meat and crackers!"

The alien who spoke open one of the crates, coming out with an armful of crackers in brightly decorate boxes. The other one, standing next to him, spoke up.

"You've a lovely planet. So lush and green, reminds me of ours...If there is a bit more land here."

"Fwee grytthiila greeniu?"

"Mee freenee gwii neefee."

A look of confusion came over Ithor, but he kind of expected a difference in language, ah hell, he knew there would be. His brow arched as he noticed the sphere...

"Hello, creatures! We come bearing meat and crackers!"

Confusion grew as he saw the crackers in the crate...all well, maybe there could be a dinner party afterwards. Ithor chuckled at the thought of that, ammused.

"You've a lovely planet. So lush and green, reminds me of ours...If there is a bit more land here."

"On behalf of the entire Crayker civilization, we thank you. Our leader is in the Dome, awaiting your arrival."

Sgt. Ithor waved on the two guards, and they took position 20 feet from the elevator, to keep a tight shift of security. More guards were at post near the entrance, opened as Ithor turned to it, and began walking the 100 feet or so to the dome. The inside of the pressure chamber was a sterile white, with bright lights lining the four corners, with grand doors on the other side of the corridor...

The two vacuumized Scariliuns (the octopoids) turned around the drop the boxes of crackers back into the crate, and headed off after the sargeant, the one who had pulled the crackers out in the first place pushing the hovertrolley.

((Not sure what else to say at this point. Wonder what happened to everyone else.))

OOC:

Awaiting word for a planned action/plot from our hosts.

I will be posting but at a certain time.