NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: I am beginning my Future-Tech nation right here. You can find information about it Here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Zenneth_Imperium) Originally, I had planned to post it's Military ships beforehand, but that will not come to pass, yet. I would appreciate it if other FT nations would humor and post about contacting/encountering the fleets, as I am eager to step into the world of FT with other nations.))

War Journal of Captain Decius Naevius Candidius, Comannder of the 865th Scouting Fleet:

Two months after the order came straight from the Imperial Palace of Vis Vires, I am to begin my scouting of the wastelands beyond the edge of our galaxy. The Emperor and his family are interested in seeing what lies beyond the Outer Rim.

In my humble opinion, how ever, this is simply a waste of time and money. We can search for eons, and find nothing out here. We may be lucky to find so much as a parasite on a Asteroid, how ever, the Emperors will is absolute.

The thousands of scouting fleets on this task our mostly comprised of light cruisers, though incase we do find any hostiles, they contain several destroyers, as well as one capital ship that serves as a flag ship to the commander of the fleet.

And so, I shall end this entry currently. I will begin my investigations immediately.

Signing off.

The worldship had stopped in a off-beat, unoccupied system for one of the periodically random exchanges. The process involved divesting the worldship of it's present stone outer layer for a new stone outer layer, made of different materials, with a different topographical and spectral signal, when the sensors picked up a number of in-bound vessels of undetermained origin.

The primary auxillery fleet was involved in wargames amongst the system's asteroid belt when they recieved the message of unknown in-bounds. The ships switched to yellow alert, ready in case of mischief.

As the ships enter the eight planet system, with the largest planet* occupying the third position and the asteroid belt between the sixth and seventh, they recieved a hail on all bands and frequencies.

"TO: Unknown/UnIdentified Ships
FROM: Theao, Command

We are interested in what brings you to this out of the way system, who you are, and your intentions."

ooc: * Between Saturn and Jupiter in size.
Note on size/numbers:
In it's present state(without the stone outer layer) the worldship is 5302km in diameter.
The auxillery fleet is 120 ships in total and 16.5 % of total navy.

One does not merely walk into the Chronosian Imperium; one does not defy the God's with every step and remain unscathed. As the scout ships drew nearer; long dormant sensors flared into life; a raw stream of data hurtling through the void in an instant, information travelling faster than light; transitioning through the void, finding it's other half.

A light, flickered upon a screen, far away in the foundries of Hydran, in the depths of Chronosia Secundus, and before the very eyes of the Emperor; in the vast Imperial Palace on Chronosia Prime. Daemon flesh wrinkled with interest; eyes crackled with warpflame in the darkness; the great and terrible Powertalon clasping, closing and opening as it watched with infinite patience. Infinite reason.

"Send forth Hakar; let the Blood Furies protect our borders"

"Aye My Lord" A Servitor bowed; its armored form rertreating through the corridors of Chronosian Power; as the Emperor chuckled softly. A new race violated the sacrosanct nature of their dominion. Let them come. They would know the Imperium; and they would learn the merit of respect

A flagship tore free from the warp; gleaming; two battle barges at it's side; hovering like bloodied angels at the border; awaiting the coming of the vast vessels.The Soulflayer had come; it's armored, spiked prow gleaming with the fires of sun's against sanguine obsidian; black and red coalescing upon it's surface; as though a sea of oil writhed with sinister flame.

Foreign vessels; you have violated the sanctity of the Imperium's borders. Identify yourselves; or by the Ruinous powers, we shall fire upon you. You have one Terran minute to comply. I repeat; Foreign vessels....

TAG

Chronosia? Well well well.

:D

TAG for now. IC coming up.

"TO: Unknown/UnIdentified Ships
FROM: Theao, Command

We are interested in what brings you to this out of the way system, who you are, and your intentions."



A surpise to the Commander. A large one at that. Though they could not understand the language...yet, the super-computers on board his Flagship decrypted it into understandable letters.

Reply:

We are the 755th Scouting Fleet of the Imperium of the Zenneth. Under the command of Emperor Markus Aranus, we are to scout the outer regions of our Galaxy to search for other sentient life. It appears we've found some.

Meanwhile...

Decius was also suprised, but not for finding intelligent life, but for the nerve the said life seemed to posses. A reply was sent post haste.

This is a Scouting fleet for the Zennethian Imperium, under the command of Captain Decius Candidius. Now that we have introduced our selves, it would be polite if you would do the same.

OOC: Well, crap, I may just have to throw a little weight around, and at least try to extract the poor new guy... this is really just an elaborate tag though...

A surpise to the Commander. A large one at that. Though they could not understand the language...yet, the super-computers on board his Flagship decrypted it into understandable letters.
Reply:
We are the 755th Scouting Fleet of the Imperium of the Zenneth. Under the command of Emperor Markus Aranus, we are to scout the outer regions of our Galaxy to search for other sentient life. It appears we've found some.
The king, having been informed of the fact that they'd encountered a new nation, had traveled to the primary comm center.

"So they're new to space, or at least new to meeting others." He commented to his new wife, "Appears so."

The comm officer sent a return message:
"If you are interested in meeting us, send a shuttle to the docking bay at (Insert co-ordinates)."

Another reply was sent.

"We would be interested in meeting, but we want to know who we would be meeting with."

"In terms of national level, you are talking to the Dominion of Theao, in terms of who you'd be speaking to when your shuttle docks, that will be a diplomat."
Was the reply message.

A long silence, than a simple "Very well." was sent.

A mid-level diplomat, as well as four soldiers to protect her were sent on the shuttle. The shuttle sped toward the docks, and arrived within the matter of a half hour. It began to descend slowly...

Bearcat. A name that strikes fear into the fleets of enemies. Bearcat. A class of ship that has been rendered invulnerable through its phychological effects on those that have encountered it before. Bearcat, all-purpose cruiser of the Stellar Kingdom. Bearcat, scout vessel of choice when pushing inot the bounds of known space.

Captain-Commander Gerald F. Scott, not a noteworthy name. Not a feared man, not even a particularily bright man, as far as Al-Imvad cruiser captains are concerned. But when you need somebody who knows how to follow teh book and make regular report he's your man. And when paired with daredevil young counterparts, he has proven to be capable of handling pretty much anything.

Deep space, far beyond the slowly spinning galactic disk of the Milky Way. Not particularily heavily populated, but its emptiness makes sensors nearly five thousand time moe efficient than the denser galactic space. And that is why when it comes time to hide a secret facility, it is necessary to place it farther out than most nations are willing to explore. And guarding a solitary Imvadjian secret weapons research facility far beyond the galactic disk, is a solitary Bearcat, with Captain-Commander Gerald F. Scott at the proverbial helm. Until something alerted his sensors to anincoming threat...

Once in range, the shuttle was tractored into the bay. In the bay were the reception, a representative and a marine complement to greet the visitor.

OOC: Oi! What about moi?

OOC: Oi! What about moi?

OOC: You're the proverbial chopped liver...

((OOC: For referance, when ever my characters talk from now on, unless stated other wise, it's in Zennethian.))

And they were alerted as well, but not for the same reasons. The Commander paced on the bridge until one of the Sailors alerted him.

"Sir, we've picked up an object on our sensors."

He walked over and peered over his shoulder.

"Could be anything, really. An Asteroid, or a comment. None the less...send out a sonic discharge...I want to make sure."

The Sailor nodded, and began typing in the code for the discharge. This discharge would cause no harm, but rather it would act sort of like a flair. Even the most primitive of computer consoles could detect it. The sailor typed in one last string of code, and a massive Discharge left the ship.

OOC: I am not!

As the shuttle door opened and the ramp descended, so did the diplomat as well soldiers. The soldiers lined up beside her, two on each side. Taking a deep breath, the Diplomat spoke simply.

"Greetings."

OOC: I am not!

OOC: Until they pay attention to you, my puppet is right, you're the Chopped Liver buddy.

((OOC: I have payed attention to him, my reply is on the first page.))

((OOC: I have payed attention to him, my reply is on the first page.))

OOC: Oops, I missed that part.

OOC: So did I, actually, point it out?

OOC: So did I, actually, point it out?

OOC: Post 6, all the way at the bottom.

As the shuttle door opened and the ramp descended, so did the diplomat as well soldiers. The soldiers lined up beside her, two on each side. Taking a deep breath, the Diplomat spoke simply.
"Greetings."
The representative, with a formal nod, spoke, "Greetings and welcome."

"My name is Julia Aquila, and as a diplomat of the Zennethian Imperium, I have been granted the honor of speaking on behalf of our Lord and Emperor, Markus Aranus."

We are the Chronosian Imperium. Servants of the Four Gods; Lords of Chaos and Masters of Fate. We are the hammer upon the anvil of the night; we are the sundering flame, and raging Maelstrom. We are power, and the hissed whisper; the screamed prayer. We are the purity that snuffs out stars; sears worlds. We are the true warriors; true servants; ultimate victors. We who govern space, we who rule the void...

A single ship shimmered into existence in the system, it had been there the entire time, but now that the Imperium made itself known, it was time to make an appearance, a single Protoss Strike Cruiser emerged from its cloaking field and broadcasted this message:

Greetings heretics, I see that you are harassing younger nations. Again.

You will find, worms, that they stumbled into our realm. As have you. Now, I suggest you leave, before your wretched lives are ended in an Instant. You know full and well how the Imperium regards your 'psychically malignant arrogant race'. So assured of your own superiority, that you cannot see your doom approaching from all sides.

"My name is Julia Aquila, and as a diplomat of the Zennethian Imperium, I have been granted the honor of speaking on behalf of our Lord and Emperor, Markus Aranus."
"It is an honour to meet you, I am Roland Tricano, and I represent King James and Queen Heidi." Roland said

As the two nations argued, a message interupted them.


"Enough. I have not come to hear nations ramble about their disagreements and loathings before me. I am on a mission for my Emperor, and you are delaying that mission."

You will find, worms, that they stumbled into our realm. As have you. Now, I suggest you leave, before your wretched lives are ended in an Instant. You know full and well how the Imperium regards your 'psychically malignant arrogant race'. So assured of your own superiority, that you cannot see your doom approaching from all sides.

"I see no border markers, no beacons warning us away, I detect no live weapons platforms, telling us that entering this place could be fatal, if this is how you designate your borders, you are woefully inadequate defenders."

As the two nations argued, a message interupted them.


"Enough. I have not come to hear nations ramble about their disagreements and loathings before me. I am on a mission for my Emperor, and you are delaying that mission."

"Do you mind, we're ranting at each other right now? Can't you do your mission while we puff and make mysterious threats and noises at each other?"

Silence vermin; both of you. A blast of raw energy cut across the bow of the Miehm vessel; a warning shot from a hidden platform. Do not think the Imperium to be idle in it's defence; or we will condemn you to burn in the warp for the amusement of the Gods, and all their Daemon servitors. Withdraw, Protoss heretics; fools of Aiur....

Silence vermin; both of you. A blast of raw energy cut across the bow of the Miehm vessel; a warning shot from a hidden platform. Do not think the Imperium to be idle in it's defence; or we will condemn you to burn in the warp for the amusement of the Gods, and all their Daemon servitors. Withdraw, Protoss heretics; fools of Aiur....

Hah, begone warp-spawned malcontents, and I may let you live with all of your extra appendages intact. Plus, what do you know of Aiur, Aiur is no more, a legend for the young, now there is Shakuras and Talematros, glory of the Protoss crown.

The sudden flare on the sensors of the Bearcat confirmed CptC G.F. Scott's suspicion that the approaching vessel was in fact an enemy warship, and not merely a research or exploratory vessel. In fact, he beleived it to be a weapon initially, as the sudden flare was akin to a flashbulb going off in a darkroom- temporarily blinding the cruiser. It was now certain that the research post had ben detected, though perhaps not identified.

And if the cruiser had not been seen before on the unknown craft's own sensors- entirely possible - it was certainly known now. With his attempt at a stealthy approach to the vessel foiled, it was time to power up weapon systems, targeting scanners, and sheilds. Though, to be fair since the enemy vessel was not recognized as belonging to a known spacefaring nation, it would only be fair to try to identify it before destroying whoever had been unlucky enough to stumble upon a top secret facility.


This is restricted space- all intruders are to be eliminated. State your identification and purpose for our records. You have 2 minutes and counting to comply.

Little did the command crew of the now beacon-like cruiser know that they were making first contact, though to be fair they were only following orders.

The fleet captain did not hesitate to reply.

We are soldiers of the Zennethian Empire, and we are searching for Sentient life beyond our own Galaxy.

IC: Several Antares freighters were flitting around a massive dry dock hidden in a small star system in a mostly unexplored galaxy. The SeaQuestian work crews were going about their daily business as usual constructing a new flagship for the fleet. However, the daily routine on this morning was about to be disrupted. The Echelon, an Amazon class exploratory cruisers on patrol around the system detected unidentified craft incoming. She launched a class two sensor probe to investigate.

OOC: Here are two pictures of the Amazon class (first is a side view; second is dorsal view).
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/Ships/amazon1.jpg
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/Ships/amazon2.jpg

"It is an honour to meet you, I am Roland Tricano, and I represent King James and Queen Heidi." Roland said


"We have never encountered a species such as your self. What do you call your species?"

The Zennethian fleet detected the probes, and as with the other fleet light-years away, the Captain decided to send out a sonic wave to announced their presence as a Sentient life form.

"We have never encountered a species such as your self. What do you call your species?"
"We are humans, thought not humans that can trace our origins to what is commonly considered the human homeworld of Earth/Terra/Gaia in the Sol system." Roland replied

"Humans...I see. We are Zenneth, and we draw our origin from the Galaxy of Parabellum, from the planet of Zennethian IV."

"Ah, our orginal homeworld has long since been destroyed." Roland replied "Could you tell where your galaxy is in relation to our present spatial co-ordinates?"

"Very well. Just as a warning, how ever. If you have hostile intentions toward us, which I do not think you do right now, but I must do this as a protocol, know that the Zennethian Imperium is the greatest Military force the Galaxy has ever seen, and you will be crushed if you try to invade Parabellum"

*She hands them the co-ordinates.*

Roland handed it to one of the marines, who proceeded to check it off compared to the established spatial/political maps.
"Sir, it's a class two galaxy."
"Got it."

"It appears we have done at least limited exploration of the galaxy you hail, but not complete exploration." Roland commented, "Also, just a word of counter-warning, while we are a rather moderate nation, there are others out there who would invade, and take you on, just to prove they can, and while you may be big fish in your own pond, there are other ponds out there."

OOC: Could you please define a class two galaxy for me?

IC: "Why, of course. Now, I would like to formally invite a team of your diplomats to tour the Imperium, and discuss relations."

"I would be honoured," Roland replied, "Should I join you on your shuttle, or follow on one of ours?"

ooc: Class One: Fully Explored
Class Two: Partially Explored
Class Three: Unexplored, but known
Class Four: Unknown

"Ours is to crowded. Take your own, please."

"Alight." Roland replied, "I shall see you shortly."
One of the Theao shuttles was moved out, to get ready to follow the other shuttle.

The Zennethian fleet detected the probes, and as with the other fleet light-years away, the Captain decided to send out a sonic wave to announced their presence as a Sentient life form.

The probes picked up the wave and sent their data back to the main computer aboard the Echelon for analysis. A quick scan of the data revealed that it was of an artificial origin. The Echelon engaged her sub-light engines at full thrust in the direction of the incoming ships.

Searchinf for sentient... holy crap- they're aliens. Was what ran through G.F. Scott's mind as he read the message that had been sent back. Well then, time to change tack. And maybe even herd them away from the secret base.

"Send the order for FE-137 to disengage-I'll want to leave it behind as we escort these young 'uns to a safer area."

Please reverse thrust and turn around. This space is part of a weapons testing facility and is very dangerous. We will escort you to a safer area.

The probes picked up the wave and sent their data back to the main computer aboard the Echelon for analysis. A quick scan of the data revealed that it was of an artificial origin. The Echelon engaged her sub-light engines at full thrust in the direction of the incoming ships.

"In-coming ship, idenify your selves before you approach us further, or we will be forced to open fire."

Please reverse thrust and turn around. This space is part of a weapons testing facility and is very dangerous. We will escort you to a safer area.

A simple "Roger" was sent in reply.

The communication away of Echelon picked up the transmission. An entire computer core was dedicated to working out a translation subroutine to add to the universal translation program. After one minute, the computer spat out a basic translation program. It would take at least an hour more to work out a more complex version.

Captain Reiatsu of the Echelon sent a responding transmission.

This is the Imperial Star Ship Echelon, Captain Reiatsu commanding. Please state the nature of your business approaching our shipyard. You will note that our weapons have remained off-line during our approach.

This is the Imperial Star Ship Echelon, Captain Reiatsu commanding. Please state the nature of your business approaching our shipyard. You will note that our weapons have remained off-line during our approach.

Several super-computers quickly translated the message into basic, read-able text. A message was quickly sent in reply.

This is the Flagship of the 1007th scout fleet, the Julius. We are on a mission for the Emperor Markus Aranus to scout for Sentient life outside our own Galaxy. The official name of our nation is 'The Zennethian Imperium', perhaps you could introduce your selves as well?

The basic translator the computer had spit out took a minute to translate the message to something legible. Captain Reiatsu read it over. He dictated another message.

This ship represents the Holy Empire Of SeaQuest. You have stumbled upon our most out-of-the-way ship construction facility. I am afraid that I can't allow you to get any closer for security purposes.

Translated again, the Captain replied.

Aw, of course. We shall withdraw to a further distance immediatly.

Reiatsu wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed before sending a response.

One light year should be far enough. We will meet you their.

Reiatsu looks over at his first officer and says, "Good thing we had those first contact courses back at the academy."

"Aye, sir."

The Ships warped one light year away immediatly, and sat there awaiting the arrival of the Sentients they had just encountered.

OOC: Sorry about the delay between postings.

IC: The I.S.S. Echelon followed behind the ships and dropped to sublight when everyone was one light-year away. The ship came about so that her bow was facing the bow of the other ships.

Captain Reiatsu sent another message.

Another good reason for staying away from the yard is that the defense turrets are programed to auto-fire on any unrecognized object.

"Of course, we understand."

The reply came.

Captain Reiatsu stands up and walks to the communications console where he types in the next message himself.

Would you like to hold the first contact on your ship or mine?

Reply sent:

It wouldn't be very diplomatic if I ordered you onto mine, would it? Yours.