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Commander Ni'eel Do'mire sat quietly going over charts, data from the sensors and crew reports.

They were the only survivors from there home world Al'Terac. There home world had been destroyed by a massive asteroid 3 months ago. All there supplies of food had run out seven days ago.

The Remaining Wantee ships now jumped from system to system trying to find any sign of a planet where they could call home.

The Wantee fleet came out of hyperspace and there long range scanners came to life with a flurry of activity. They scanned an screened all bit of information they could.

Suddenly an alarm went off. The command stood up "What is that, what is that alarm!?" The ensign turned to him. "We have detected a unknown ship in the system!!!"

The commander licked his lips "All right, Listen up i want this done right! Shields up! All military ships short range jump, Surround it!"

The flag ship Fo'Dert and the other military ships 13 in total jumped and surrounded the unknown ship.

When the jump was complete they had surrounded the ship.


The commander took the comm. device and spoke into it. "Please don't be alarmed, we are survivors of a massive disaster, Please help us. We are in dire need of food, and water. Please... Help us" The Commander didn't know if they could understand what he said but... he hoped they could hear the helplessness in his voice.

Suddenly his Marine commander slithered up to him. He was a fine example of how a Wantee male should be. He was heavily muscled and toned even through his carapace. his long tail was thick and could probably support 5 times the weight.

"Sir, My Marines could board that ship and take the food, it is an option.."

The commander looked at him. "No. its not..."

The Marine commander bowed lightly, "Yes sir."

The Dreadnaught Dactynatha's sensors picked up a number of ships entering the system.

"Wonder who they are?"
"No idea, don't show up on the lists."
"Well, we'll see what they do."

As the ships re-aligned and jumped to surround the Dactynatha, it's sheilds went to full active, as ships without the correct codes had gotten within the minimum distance.

"Sir, we're receiving a message, but the TLA is having a beast of a time making it out."
"Send them a message asking what they want, who they are, and include a translation code, mathematical and conventional."

TO: Unknown
We request to know your who you are and what you want. Also what is the basis for this agressive actions. Failure to reply will be deemed as a hostile gesture and dealt with accordingly.

OOC Wantees are 7'5'' foot tall lizards. they have a torso and arms like a human but they have a long tail that they prop themselves up with. there skin is a scaly carapace that is extremely strong.


The Commander tried to make out the strange message and what seemed to be translation codes were being rejected by the automated computers... Nothing seemed to work... Suddenly the commander had an idea.... he turned to one of is ensigns. "Could we beam on to the bridge?"

The ensign thought for a moment. "Maybe if we shot the shield with a High frequency, High proton blast form our plasma gun we could cause a quiver in there Shields that may let us beam you onto there bridge... but you could be splattered against the shields...."

The Commander sighed "Do it..."

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THe Flag ship fired a single plasma blast and as the bolt hit the shields the Commander was beamed onto the bridge...

The insane chill of being beamed passes over quickly as he realized that he was not dead but on the bridge of the other ship... He stood there and looked at the small little beings... they were strange to him... he had never seen a intelligent creature that stood on legs... He raised his hands in an nonthreatening manner.

Hopefully unknown to the other ships. There was a small probe sitting not far from this area of interest.

The probe wasn't unmanned, infact, it had 3 Amerathian's in it. (wether or not they are drinking coffee and watching sports games is not up to me!) And they seemed to be interested in what was going on with these 2 fleets. It looked like one had shot the other, but they couldn't tell.

Since this probe had no Jump capabilities, It was safe to say there'd be a larger ship nearby. (Not too large, might I add.)

As the 'lizard' appeared one of the many automated internal defences, this one a passive but exceptionally powerful inhibitor and stasis field generator, snapped into effect around the creature.

Meanwhile the ship's weaponry systems activated, thought didn't engage. All they needed was the command of the captain or an excutive officer or failing that, the discretion of the A.S. which would promptly render the fourteen ships into slag, or at least near representations of it.

Back on the bridge.
With two crew, each carrying an MSaber, guarding the large odd lizard the captain approached and asked, "Give me one good reason not to turn you into mulch, and your fleet into debris?" He asked in the voice of a very pissed off man.

Captain Sedek stood at an even six foot in his bare feet, and was built like the proverbial brick wall. He was nearly religiously possessive of the Dactynatha and had the aura that he could take the invader apart bare-handed.

ooc: On my end there is only one ship, a Dreadnaught, but still only one ship.

As the 'lizard' appeared one of the many automated internal defences, this one a passive but exceptionally powerful inhibitor and stasis field generator, snapped into effect around the creature.

Meanwhile the ship's weaponry systems activated, thought didn't engage. All they needed was the command of the captain or an excutive officer or failing that, the discretion of the A.S. which would promptly render the fourteen ships into slag, or at least near representations of it.

Back on the bridge.
With two crew, each carrying an MSaber, guarding the large odd lizard the captain approached and asked, "Give me one good reason not to turn you into mulch, and your fleet into debris?" He asked in the voice of a very pissed off man.

Captain Sedek stood at an even six foot in his bare feet, and was built like the proverbial brick wall. He was nearly religiously possessive of the Dactynatha and had the aura that he could take the invader apart bare-handed.

ooc: On my end there is only one ship, a Dreadnaught, but still only one ship.


The Commander looked at the funny looking man. He thought for a moment... He pointed at the fleet... then used his index and middle finger and pointed at his eyes and looked around the bridge sparratically, then he made a motion like he was eating something. He did the looking motion again and then repeated the eating motion.

he hoped the man would understand... it was basic but without a common language he could not communicate with the man intelecutally...

"Sir, it looks like that overgrown lizard is trying to eat air. Just a guess but maybe it's hungry."
"Even so, without a chance to run that throught a BAC, then it'll as likely bite the bullet as get fed."
Sedek thought for a moment, "Get the lizard a Neut." He ordered, causing a crew member to leave. "Oh, and Dac, kill the stasis, but leave the inhibitor."

The lizard could now move easier , thought not fast. As some of the crew watched the scalely creature, the rest of the crew returned to buisness. A few minutes after the crew member left, he returned with a brown squarish lump of neutra-loaf which in it's unprocessed state, which it was presently, had the consistancy and colour of rye bread, while the taste of white bread. The crew member handed the lump of neutra-loaf to the lizard and stepped back.

The commander took the food grasiausly and sniffed it... it was strange it smely like nothing he had ever smelt before. He broke some off and put the peices inside his mouth... It tasted blan but it still was nurishment... he swallowed it andstood for a moment... nothign felt wrong.

He pointed at the food and then pointed at the fleet. He ate the rest of the...the... Nurishment and swallowed it.

then he made a motion as if he was writing something, he pointed at the writing tool.

Unfortunately for him/her/it, what the lizard pointed was a tool used in a 4-D chess game, and thus no one understood what it wanted.

"Do you want more food?" Sedek asked of the lizard, thought he didn't expect to get anywhere unless they figured out some form of communications. As it was, he wondered if what ever computers these creatures used was defective, as it should have been able to at least deal with the most basic word translations by now.

Unfortunately for him/her/it, what the lizard pointed was a tool used in a 4-D chess game, and thus no one understood what it wanted.

"Do you want more food?" Sedek asked of the lizard, thought he didn't expect to get anywhere unless they figured out some form of communications. As it was, he wondered if what ever computers these creatures used was defective, as it should have been able to at least deal with the most basic word translations by now.

The commander sighed as he understood they didn't understand...

He stood for a minute until he could figure out what to do... Suddenly one of the little creatures was holding a pad and was writing on it with some sort of writing tool...

He pointed at the paper "That i need that!" he knew they wouldn't under stand what he said but he hoped they would understand now...

ooc: May I join in?

ooc: May I join in?

idk i dont know about Theao though

Sedek wondered what the lizard was refering to, before he realized that it was pointing at the off-duty crew member's sketch pad. He'd heard off the alien and was indulging his hobby.

"Hey Jose."
"Ya Capt?"
"Might I borrow a sheet and a pencil, this alien seems to want them."
"Do you insist?"
"Unfortunately I must."
"Oh alright." Jose said as he tore a sheet off and passed a pencil to Sedek, who passed them to the alien.

ooc: Just a note, dictating actions of another person's stuff/characters ect is technically considered god-modding which is frowned on. For example, in normal circumstances, officially there is no paper on any navy vessel.
Also Kazecistan, sure.

ooc: Just a note, dictating actions of another person's stuff/characters ect is technically considered god-modding which is frowned on. For example, in normal circumstances, officially there is no paper on any navy vessel.
Also Kazecistan, sure.

OOC: sry

ooc: And with that I join.

Ic: The signature flash of purple tinted light marked the arrival of the Kazeci vessel. Scanners began to fulfill their purpose, soon detecting the fleet. As the massive SC moved forward, a message was broadcast to all. The Theao ship would certainly understand, but would the others?

We are a Ship of Kazecistan. We come on a mission of exploration. May we inquire as to the recent precedings in the area?

We are a Ship of Kazecistan. We come on a mission of exploration. May we inquire as to the recent precedings in the area?
The A.S, seeing the captain and XO occupied, forwarded the message to the next in chain of command, who replied:
To: Kazecistan
We have found ourselves in a first contact mission and are presently having problems in communications. It appears that the aliens are hungry, but as we are unable to properly communicate, we can not say.
Inclosed: Communications from aliens/Images of aliens.

OOC: sry
ooc: It's not a big issue with me(Unless it gets out of hand, but as long as it is minor/furthers the story I don't mind) but a few RPers would likely rip you a new one if you did it.

OOC: I don't care about Theao... Nice to meet you.

IC:

A single Arbiter and Strike Cruiser stumbled on the fleets in betwen jumps, the Protoss weren't sure what was going on, but it seemed that they didn't know who one of the fleets belonged too, there was a Dreadnoiught from Theao, but they couldn't identify the other ones. So, they decided the best course of action was to make contact, hopefully friendly contact.

They sent out a psionic thread, knowing that there were no limitations on mental contact, they would be understood by the other race...

Transmission to the Unknown Fleet:

We are the Protoss, members of the Terran Dominion, do not be afraid, we are simply speaking directly into your minds, simply think whatever your reply is, and we will understand you.

[QUOTE=Theao]Jose said as he tore a sheet off and passed a pencil to Sedek, who passed them to the alien.QUOTE]


Ni'eel took the paper and pencil and began to draw letting the creature who had seemed to be in charge see what he was drawing.

First of he drew a circle, then he added organic (not strait) lines connecting to the perimeter of the circle or connected the lines to themselves.

Then he drew 5 small figures of beings with tails. he drew a circle around them and made a line pointing them into the crewed drawing of a planet.

He waited a minute and on another part he drew a small oval and added a flame trail...

Ni'eel connected the oval object to the planet and scribbled out the planet and also scribbled out 4 of the Wantee figures. he then drew small objects on the paper. Trying to make them look like star ships, He made lines that connect all the small ships to the last wantee figure.

Ni'eel looked up at the man to see if he understood

ooc: I always thought stuff like that, MM, was just weird. What would it be like to just hear someone's voice in your head at a random moment?

Ic: The crew did what they could to understand the aliens, but failed. Perhaps visual communication would work? Still on open channels, a video only message was transmitted. *several people were shown in friendly gestures* The point was not so much to show themselves as friends, but more to give the aliens an idea on how best to start communication.

The psionic dampeners, designed to prevent non-agumented psychics from even having a chance of entering the ship with their minds did it's job filtering out the Protoss attempts at contact with the Dactynatha . This had been installed to prevent a psychic from attempting to gain control of a ship of the Theao Navy.

The third in the chain of command returned a message informing the Kazecistan that they were presently trying charades to communicate.

Jose came as Sebek gestured to look over the drawings. "It appears like a two year old's depiction of a planet getting 'roided."
"Well we can't do much for them if they need a new planet, especially as we have no idea what kind of enviroment they need." Sebek commented

"We can't help you get a new planet." He commented to the alien.

OOC: Since all the 'cool kids' are doin it.

IC: In the next dimension a Mongoloid science vessel was watching the scene through their telemorphic scopes. 3, maybe 4 vessels, all alien. The crew of 15 gazed at their captain and waited for a response.
"We shall establish contact!"

The ship soon ripped into the 3rd dimension, withen sight of the original alien craft(the lizard one). The science vessel, described as a large flying 'saucer' by some humans, watched the alien ship meticoulously. Soon a code was put in the computer, and a greenish beam shot out from the science vessel. It was inactuality the First Mate's planecks(smallest size of ANYTHING, way smaller then even electrons) being squeezed through spaces in the ship, onto the bridge of the alien craft.

The Firstmate gazed at the strange reptilian beasts before them. He slowly pressed a button on his suit, activating the Translat-O-Box. The lizards would need to speak first, so that the box could find their translation code. Then they could communicate.

OOC: What we look like: http://www.astro.ufl.edu/~packham/personal/instrumenation%20team%20gallery/images/eikenberry_mars_attacks.jpg

ooc: I always thought stuff like that, MM, was just weird. What would it be like to just hear someone's voice in your head at a random moment?

Ic: The crew did what they could to understand the aliens, but failed. Perhaps visual communication would work? Still on open channels, a video only message was transmitted. *several people were shown in friendly gestures* The point was not so much to show themselves as friends, but more to give the aliens an idea on how best to start communication.

OOC: It DOES make communication a bit easier though... If it has an orgnic mind, I can generally talk to it...

OOC: No no, I meant that I beamed onto the lizard ship. Wantee's ship

The X.O was greatly disturbed by the sudden and unexpected contact with the different types of people. He ordered all non military ships to jump away to a safe distance.

Suddenly the X.Os mind was invaded by something else's thoughts... This scared him...

"Can we get the commander out?"

The ensign shook her head "No, sir"

The X.O slammed his fist on the table. "Break off from the original ship, battle stance A3 i want our weapons up! I want these beings to understand that we are capable of defending ourselves"

The fleet the broke off from the original ship and Plasma guns came on line.

Message to the Protoss
We are survivors of our planet that had been destroyed by an asteroid... We have been searching for a new home world but our food supplies are gone...

The X.O studded the video of the beings that were giving them strange, friendly gestuers.... He didn't trust them... not yet....

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Ni'eel was saddened by the mans responce... He didn't understand but the tone of his voice was all that he needed...

Ni'eel was unsure what was going on outside of the ship... He erected himself to his full height of about 7'8''.

"Don't look at me like that." Sebek commented, "It's kind of hard to give someone a planet when you or your nation doesn't own on to begin with. But if you can understand basic co-ordinates, related to here, we can point you in the direction of a number of Earth type worlds that do not have an evolving or evolved H.I. species, or anyone claiming them." He wondered if the alien would get the message or if he had just wasted his breath.

OOC: So....any interaction with the Mongoloid, Wantee?

OOC: Since all the 'cool kids' are doin it.

IC: In the next dimension a Mongoloid science vessel was watching the scene through their telemorphic scopes. 3, maybe 4 vessels, all alien. The crew of 15 gazed at their captain and waited for a response.
"We shall establish contact!"

The ship soon ripped into the 3rd dimension, withen sight of the original alien craft(the lizard one). The science vessel, described as a large flying 'saucer' by some humans, watched the alien ship meticoulously. Soon a code was put in the computer, and a greenish beam shot out from the science vessel. It was inactuality the First Mate's planecks(smallest size of ANYTHING, way smaller then even electrons) being squeezed through spaces in the ship, onto the bridge of the alien craft.

The Firstmate gazed at the strange reptilian beasts before them. He slowly pressed a button on his suit, activating the Translat-O-Box. The lizards would need to speak first, so that the box could find their translation code. Then they could communicate.

OOC: What we look like: http://www.astro.ufl.edu/~packham/personal/instrumenation%20team%20gallery/images/eikenberry_mars_attacks.jpg


Suddenly a small boxish thing appeared on the bridge... It startled many of the crew. Not knowing if it was a weapon The X.O snarled viscously and pulled his Li'Mire pistol from it holster and shot at the box. As he did he shouted to his weapons ensign.

"Target that ship! Prepare to fire all weapons... wait for my command!"

A blue light began to build in the barrels of the plasma gun as the super heated gas began to react violently in the barrel.

OOC: What exactly does the pistol fire? I need to see if he lives or not...

"Target that ship! Prepare to fire all weapons... wait for my command!"

A blue light began to build in the barrels of the plasma gun as the super heated gas began to react violently in the barrel.
ooc: Who are you targetting?

OOC: Me I would assume

"They are the only survivors of their planet, they are not so different from us, since Aiur was razed, perhaps we can help them to find a new world?"

"But my lord, there are few worlds left from the old confederacy, and those we have discovered are fewer still... Most of them are unpleasant to say the least, and others are downright hostile... Braxis and Marduk being prime examples."

"Yes, but since the Eternals rescued us, we are duty bound to aid others, we have a debt to repay, it is our way!"

"Yes my lord, perhaps one of the Combine Worlds?"

"That was my thought as well, Kel Moria itself has recently been abandoned, we can give it to them..."

Transmission to Unknown Ship:

We have food, and we have recently gotten our hands on a planet that we do not truly need, you may have it if you wish.

"Don't look at me like that." Sebek commented, "It's kind of hard to give someone a planet when you or your nation doesn't own on to begin with. But if you can understand basic co-ordinates, related to here, we can point you in the direction of a number of Earth type worlds that do not have an evolving or evolved H.I. species, or anyone claiming them." He wondered if the alien would get the message or if he had just wasted his breath.



Ni'eel bowed his lightly at the man. He wasn't trying to threaten the little man but he was aware that something was wrong... wrong outside of the walls of the ship... he looked around to see if he couldn't find something like a consul that held anything that looked like it showed this ship and the ships around it.

OOC: Me I would assume

yes it is... i mean common how would you react if something came onto your bridge that was unexpected and you didn't know what it was...

Figuring out what the alien was after Dactynatha's A.S caused a 3-D image of the space surrounding it's self with the image centered on the Dreadnaught. The image showed the Wantee military vessels and civilian ships*, as well as the saucer, and the Kazecistan vessel.

ooc: *Assuming they are existing

Transmission to Unknown Ship:

We have food, and we have recently gotten our hands on a planet that we do not truly need, you may have it if you wish.

The X.O thought about it for a moment he did not have the authority to accept or deny the offer

To Protoss
I don't have the authority to make any call on that, our caption is currently aboard the first contacted ship trying to make conntact..but his status in unknown

"Ralph 3425 has been hit!"
"Hit? By what?"
"Unknown. Whatever it was it knocked out his monitoring systems. It's unclear if he is alive or dead."
The captain of the ship was no warrior, just a scientist. But he had been well trained. He knew this race had never encountered a Mongoloid before, so he had the power of bluff on his side.
"The alien ship is readying weapons, and so shall we."
"But...this vessel has no weapons sir."
"Ah, but they don't know that. I want both extracto-arms out and revolving. Flood their claws with Hydrium 26. Then prepare to send a message to the aliens!"

Two long arms extended from the bottom of the Saucer, each ending in 4 talons. Slowly they began spinning. As the Hydrium 26 began to mix, the talons began to glow an eerie green, as if ready to fire some strange weapon. Soon a message was sent to the Lizard's ships:
"No war. Peace."

OOC: What was the poor guy hit with?

OOC: What was the poor guy hit with?
ooc: i was assuming it was mechanical.... but anyway its basically a stunning pistol, it can disable most electronics but wont kill most living things...

The X.O thought about it for a moment he did not have the authority to accept or deny the offer

To Protoss

Reply:

Do you mean the Dreadnought from Theao? We are able to contact them for you, and even act as translators if you would like. We speak their language, and can communicate your needs to them easily.

Transmission to the Theao Vessel:

Greetings, I assume that you know of us, since we have had dealings with your nation before, if you are amenable, we have the ability to assist you in conversing with the unknown species. We understand that there is one of them on board your ship, and if you would allow us to send one of the Cruisers crewmembers aboard, we can act as translators for you and the unknowns.

OOC: The second communication is standard audio-video.

OOC: Oh good. I assume paralysis, but I'll edit if different. And no, I don't blame you either

IC: Ralph 3425 stood motionless. His eyes darted around, wondering if he was dead. As a scientist he knew he had to communicate before they killed him. He began to breathe words as best he could. His own words may have been silent, but the Translat-O-Box would came out loud and clear(even if it did come out in a cheesy 50's giant robot voice) He thanked Quetzacoatal they had spoke, allowing the box to translate.
"I come in peace, donut."

Transmission to the Theao Vessel:

Greetings, I assume that you know of us, since we have had dealings with your nation before, if you are amenable, we have the ability to assist you in conversing with the unknown species. We understand that there is one of them on board your ship, and if you would allow us to send one of the Cruisers crewmembers aboard, we can act as translators for you and the unknowns.
Replied Transmission
You are welcome to send a translator, but any attempts at psychic coercion or mental contact amongst our crew will be viewed quite negatively.

((What I think The Wantee Republic's guys look like...))

http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/oe_yuanti_med.jpg

Replied Transmission
You are welcome to send a translator, but any attempts at psychic coercion or mental contact amongst our crew will be viewed quite negatively.

Reply:

You should know us better than that. We will swear however, that we will not initite contact with any of your crewmen. We are sending a Shuttle over now. If you could provide an escort for him while he was onboard your ship, it would be most appreciated.

OOC: Oh good. I assume paralysis, but I'll edit if different. And no, I don't blame you either

IC: Ralph 3425 stood motionless. His eyes darted around, wondering if he was dead. As a scientist he knew he had to communicate before they killed him. He began to breathe words as best he could. His own words may have been silent, but the Translat-O-Box would came out loud and clear(even if it did come out in a cheesy 50's giant robot voice) He thanked Quetzacoatal they had spoke, allowing the box to translate.
"I come in peace, donut."

The being spoke... The X.O just looked at him... he thought for a moment

"Really.... Ensign put the weapons on passive..." The X.O slithered over to the being... He examined it. It seems like no threat to him... "What do you want..."

Message to Shuttle/Ship
The translator will be amply taken care of.

Once the shuttle had been docked, it was met by two marines. "Right this way." One of them said

((What I think The Wantee Republic's guys look like...))

http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/oe_yuanti_med.jpg

That was what i based my country on... but i messed up the name.... i hate not having my monster Manuel's on me... but whatever... but males look like the one to the left and females are smaller, and have a blueish color to them

He breathed in a huge gulp of nitrogen withen his helmet. He put his hands up in a sign of non-agression. "Ack ack, ack ack!" The Transl-O-Box translated. "We mean no harm." Ralph 3524 slowly stood up and checked his suit to make sure he wasn't leaking Nitrogen. His eyes locked on the large reptile before him(considering Mongoloids are far shorter then a human he looks even more massive.). He began to speak once more. "Ack ack ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! Ack, ack! Ack ack!" The Transl-O-Box hummed before it translated. "We wish to establish contact with your people. As far as we understand, you've lost your planet. We believe we can help."

Message to Shuttle/Ship
The translator will be amply taken care of.

Once the shuttle had been docked, it was met by two marines. "Right this way." One of them said

A single massive protoss, dressed in the Cybernetic Enhancement Armor of the High Templar, stepped off of the shuttle to greet the Marines, at nearly 8 feet tall, outside of his armor, he towered over any human ever born in armor, now he spoke in a voice that rumbled like a massive drum, "I am Sho'gath, High Templar of the Third Rank, I have been sent here to assist you, please take me to the individual."

"Like I said, right this way." The marine said as he lead the Protoss to the alien, and incidently the bridge.

ooc: DND 2nd edition monster info
http://www.planetadnd.com/interactive_books/mm00000.php

He breathed in a huge gulp of nitrogen withen his helmet. He put his hands up in a sign of non-agression. "Ack ack, ack ack!" The Transl-O-Box translated. "We mean no harm." Ralph 3524 slowly stood up and checked his suit to make sure he wasn't leaking Nitrogen. His eyes locked on the large reptile before him(considering Mongoloids are far shorter then a human he looks even more massive.). He began to speak once more. "Ack ack ack ack! Ack ack ack ack! Ack, ack! Ack ack!" The Transl-O-Box hummed before it translated. "We wish to establish contact with your people. As far as we understand, you've lost your planet. We believe we can help."

The X.O just looked at the tiny being... "I am Go'Sofon the X.O of this vessel.. Im sorry that i shot you but... i felt it had to be done to protect my crew and this vessel..."

"Like I said, right this way." The marine said as he lead the Protoss to the alien, and incidently the bridge.

ooc: DND 2nd edition monster info
http://www.planetadnd.com/interactive_books/mm00000.php

OOC: Remember boys and girls, screwing with the Yaun-Ti, unless you have a few very powerful characters, is a bad idea... They killed me good fashion one time, because a big ass Fireball, is not your friend... Especially not for the next 5 consecutive turns...

IC:

The Protoss followed the two Marines to the bridge and the waiting Captain.

The Mongoloid shrugged. "Understood." He gazed at the rather large area of the bridge. He faced the X.O. once more and pulled himself to military attention. "I am Ralph 3524, first class scientist and navigator/historian of the Brainchild, our science vessel. I represent the mighty people of The Horde...of Doom!" He let out a half hearted evil laugh, relaxing afterward. "My captain believes our two races can learn alot from each other. Your biology is astounding!" He pointed to the X.O.'s arm "May I?"

"Hello." Sedek said in a decidedly cold voice, "Can you make sense of his/her/it's speech?" He asked

"Hello." Sedek said in a decidedly cold voice, "Can you make sense of his/her/it's speech?" He asked

Ni'eel didn't notice the being at first.. he was busy studding the 3d map. when he finally noticed the being it startled him and in an instinctive and very primal response he extended to his full height of 7'8'' slightly shorter than the being.

"W-what the hell it that?" Ni'eel Glanced over to the little creature he didn't seem concerned...
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The X.O looked at the little being... "I dont care.." He extended his arm out to the little man.

"Hello." Sedek said in a decidedly cold voice, "Can you make sense of his/her/it's speech?" He asked

"I can, and I believe it is a male..."

Sho'gath reached out to the mind of the lizard-like creature, "I am Sho'gath, we have been in contact with your ship, and I am here to assist you in communicating with the Captain and Crew of this ship, simply think, and I will relay your thoughts to the Captain, unless you specifically say optherwise. We already know that you are low on food, and have no home, which I will relay to the Captain now, if you need anything else, we can go from there."

Turning back to the Captain he said, "I have told him why I am here, and we already know some of what they need, we have determined that they have no food, and that they have no home as well. We are capable oif providing the home, and food to an extent, but it is likely that they need more than that, and that is all we can supply."

"Well find out more, generalities don't help anyone." Sedek replied, his dislike for psychics all the more evident for having to work with one.

Faster then an eye could move he wipped out two lazer pointer like objects as he held the arm still. He scanned the arm even faster and put the pointer away. After squeezing the arm several times he plugged the pointer into a disk. After a moment of orange flashes, a 3d image of the Wantee appeared. There was some writing, but it was in a script the Wantee would never know. He let go of the arm and spoke in matter of fact tone.

"On to bussiness I presume. Your planet was recently killed, I believe. You will hear many races and nations come to you offering you seed worlds and various other such things for you to use. But do you really want them? You'll be peasants living on someone elses land! We how ever can offer you a much better choice." He materialized a cube from his hand and let it drop to the floor. as soon as it hit a large image shot out of the cube, revolving in a slow manner.

http://www.deepdesertent.com/Fan%20Art%20not%20for%20sale/MagogWorldShip.jpg

"The WorldShip. 6 planets, each roughly around the size of a planet called Mercury. They revolve in place around an artificial sun. This construct is something we ourselves use." He leaned in close and turned down the volume of the Transl-O-Box 3 notches. "And we can help you hide it."

"Well find out more, generalities don't help anyone." Sedek replied, his dislike for psychics all the more evident for having to work with one.

"I can tell you no more until he tells me more Sir, I am not a mind reader, to steal the thoughts from his mind."

Ni'eel sighed lightly and thought "My name is Ni'eel Do'mire commander of the last fleet of The Wantee Republic... As this large....being said we are in need of food desperately and we are in need of a new home world."

Ni'eel paused.

"I suspect that you have questions about us... You can ask me anything and i will provide answers the best i can..."

"Then ask him." Sedek said, "Specifics are best."

ooc: Wow, you guys have been active. Mind a small knowledge wank to get my characters back up to speed?

Ic: Theao vessel, it appears that you have made successful communication with the new race through the MM delegate. May we send a diplomat aboard your ship to take advantage of this?

Faster then an eye could move he wipped out two lazer pointer like objects as he held the arm still. He scanned the arm even faster and put the pointer away. After squeezing the arm several times he plugged the pointer into a disk. After a moment of orange flashes, a 3d image of the Wantee appeared. There was some writing, but it was in a script the Wantee would never know. He let go of the arm and spoke in matter of fact tone.

"On to business I presume. Your planet was recently killed, I believe. You will hear many races and nations come to you offering you seed worlds and various other such things for you to use. But do you really want them? You'll be peasants living on someone elses land! We how ever can offer you a much better choice." He materialized a cube from his hand and let it drop to the floor. as soon as it hit a large image shot out of the cube, revolving in a slow manner.

http://www.deepdesertent.com/Fan%20Art%20not%20for%20sale/MagogWorldShip.jpg

"The WorldShip. 6 planets, each roughly around the size of a planet called Mercury. They revolve in place around an artificial sun. This construct is something we ourselves use." He leaned in close and turned down the volume of the Transl-O-Box 3 notches. "And we can help you hide it."

"You proposal is very interesting..but i cannot speak for the Commander... but if we did use that us Wantees would not hide it... We are not afraid of anything or anyone...

Go'Sofon turned to the Ensign... "Tell the Civilian ships to jump back to us everything is safe..."

The message was sent and in 30 seconds, the civilian ships jumped behind the military ships.

To: Kazecistan Vessel
You are welcome to send a representative.

On the bridge
"Alright, this way." Sedek said as he herded both the Protoss and alien as well as the XO into the ready room, "We're getting another 'guest'."

"Perhaps. Perhaps. But still, I think your people could prosper greatly with our knowledge of dimensional travel. If you had equipped our drives to your civillian ships, they could have stayed right where they are, but hidden in another dimension, unknown to everyone else."

He pressed a few buttons on his suit. "I must return to my ship, from there we can speak more. Our channels will be open. But before I go, be wary of any human. Historically your two species have not been the best of friends." Ralph 3524 warped back to Brainchild, and gave the medical advisor his scanning of the Wantee biology. Communication lines were opened, and they anxiously awaited to see if the Wantee's would further communication.

Ni'eel sighed lightly and thought "My name is Ni'eel Do'mire commander of the last fleet of The Wantee Republic... As this large....being said we are in need of food desperately and we are in need of a new home world."

Ni'eel paused.

"I suspect that you have questions about us... You can ask me anything and i will provide answers the best i can..."

"I am Protoss, what do you call yourselves? We have offered a new world to your Executive Officer, but he has informed me that he cannot accept our offer. Any information that you can give me concerning your people would be most appreciated, though I do not know what the Captain will consider relevant..."

Turningto the Captain again he said, "This is apparently Ni'eel Do'mire, and he is apparently the commander of the Last Fleet of something called the Wantee Republic, he has verified his need for a new world and sustenance, I do not know what questions to ask him, so if you would kindly ask any questions that you truly have a great desire to know, I will relay them to him."

"What kind of world would be optimal for his people's biology, volume of foodstuffs needed, and what caused this whole mess in the first place would be good for starters." Sedek replied

"What kind of world would be optimal for his people's biology, volume of foodstuffs needed, and what caused this whole mess in the first place would be good for starters." Sedek replied

"Give me a moment sir, and I will ask him, he is formulating a reply as we speak sir."

"I am Protoss, what do you call yourselves? We have offered a new world to your Executive Officer, but he has informed me that he cannot accept our offer. Any information that you can give me concerning your people would be most appreciated, though I do not know what the Captain will consider relevant..."

Turningto the Captain again he said, "This is apparently Ni'eel Do'mire, and he is apparently the commander of the Last Fleet of something called the Wantee Republic, he has verified his need for a new world and sustenance, I do not know what questions to ask him, so if you would kindly ask any questions that you truly have a great desire to know, I will relay them to him."

"We call ourselves Wantees, and i believe my X.O wouldnt approve or disapprove anything like that.. He probebly ment that he didnt have the rank to ay anything on the matter..."

"What kind of world would be optimal for his people's biology, volume of foodstuffs needed, and what caused this whole mess in the first place would be good for starters." Sedek replied

"Wantees need a temperate environment, preferably a forest/plains world. We need to consume about 7 pounds of foodstuffs a day for a adult. We mainly eat meat, but we can digest vegetables and fruits."

"Well, what'd he say?" Sedek asked

ooc: perhaps we could assume all translations carried out, now that we can translate?

Ic: The small transport vessel finished docking and a pale man walked out, in somewhat of a hurry. 2 guards flanked him. "May, I be taken to the, uh-" his loss of words frustrated him, "Uh, thing/person/alien delegate?" At finding the politically correct term he seemed to relax slightly.

"Of course, but we must request that your guards remain in the shuttle." The marine that greeted them replied.

ooc: After this one last translation.

ooc: perhaps we could assume all translations carried out, now that we can translate?

ooc i agree

"Fine, fine." The man said, agitated at the delay more than the indignaty. He waved them off and precided to walk towards an exit rather quickly, expecting the marine to not only catch up but to pass him and lead as well.

OOC: Mind if I join in? I would like to try out my new exploration cruiser crewed by a custom sub-race I am working on (and some first contacts would just spicen things up).

ooc: Not at all

The two marines that greeted him let him go on his way as they'd preformed a diplomatic pass-off of the officious diplomate, and he was 'picked up' by a set of marines at the entrance to the corridor.
"Right this way." The first replied, taking the lead, while the second fell in behind him.

ooc: Up to TWR.

Amoung John's quick and distracted thoughts was one that he liked these new guards better, they knew the proper way to conduct a man.

OOC: go for it

Ni'eel sighed as he waited.... There was just something worng... Something he couldn't put to rest.... but it didn't matter. this was the last hope for his people so he had to be patient...

The Kazecistan diplomate was quickly brought to the conference room and bade to take a seat.
"Now if there are NO more interruptions, perhaps we can get this inprov diplomatic conference underway." Sedek growled, "The first issue, food is meat a necessity or simply the nutrients found in meat. If it's meat itself, there is likely a large problem, if simply the nutrients, less so, so which is it?"

OOC: Cool. And away we go.

IC: The I.S.S. Eleanor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Schematics/Eleanorspacecruser.png), the first Eleanor class exploration cruiser launched from the new shipyard facility in orbit around Draconia III, even though the facility was still under construction, a few drydocks were operational., had picked up the little gathering of ships on her long-range sensors sweeps that were being made for Astrometrics. She opened a Jump Point into (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Other%20Stuff/jumpgat4.gif) Hyperspace only to jump back out (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Other%20Stuff/jumpgat3.gif) to Real Space a few minutes later. The kilometer long ship came to a stop a kilometer from the Theao dreadnaught with all stealth systems off-line, except for a few that protected the secrets her insides contained.

The Draconian (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/Bronze_Dragon_by_jaxxblackfox.jpg) captain broadcast a message to all ships near-by:

Greatingsss. This is the I.S.S. Eleanor. We come in peace. We mean you no harm.

OOC: I use the Babylon 5 style Hyperspace mostly.
OOC: The Draconian language is made up of hoots, whistles, grunts, growls, and hisses. I really based it off of sounds real reptiles make. Though, the captain on this boat happens to be able to speak Standard, if with a reptilian accent (that's what the message is in), with some difficulty. I'm working on a design for the Draconian universal translator they would wear.

If you mean no harm, what's the deal appearing scant inches off our bow?
Also, how may we help you?
The third in command sent back, as he sent a message off to the captain.

Sedek, receiving the message was on the verge of ripping his hair out. He'd been expecting a nice quite break as he waited for the elements of the second division of the second fleet to report in, but NO, he had to get stuck playing diplomate to a whole host of diverse others.

"It appears we have another visitor, thought not another guest, yet." He commented to the assembled in a calm voice, thought if someone actually looked at him they'd see a rather large vein in his forehead pulsing and he had the look of a man who would proceed to kill someone by ramming a screw, make that a rusty large jagged screw, up their arse if something else went wrong.

The Kazecistan diplomate was quickly brought to the conference room and bade to take a seat.
"Now if there are NO more interruptions, perhaps we can get this inprov diplomatic conference underway." Sedek growled, "The first issue, food is meat a necessity or simply the nutrients found in meat. If it's meat itself, there is likely a large problem, if simply the nutrients, less so, so which is it?"


Ni'eel thought for a moment. "Meat isnt a necessity and also plays a major part in our nutrient intake. Wantees NEED meat but when can go long periods without it... A Wantee that doesn't can go into a primal state called in our oldest of languages Bo'ilictar (Bo ill ectar) which means hungar rage. We go into a rage that can only be stopped by a massive intake in meat. It doesn't matter what source... There have even been cases where a single enraged Wantee has killed, and ate three others in one feast. I dont like telling you this but... We place our trust that you can see past our flaws... Even though we are very intelligent we are still plagued by our most primal influences.. It embarrass us all that we admit this to you.

"Then how long can you go before you reach the point of the 'Hunger Rage'*?" Sebek asked, "As while we have vast amounts of food, we have precious little actual meat in stores."

ooc: * Think you meant Hunger rather than Hanger

"Then how long can you go before you reach the point of the 'Hunger Rage'*?" Sebek asked, "As while we have vast amounts of food, we have precious little actual meat in stores."

ooc: * Think you meant Hunger rather than Hanger

"It depends on the Wantee... but the average is 6 and 1/2 mounths, but don't worry... we've only been without meat for 2 mounths, Also the Hunger Rage only happens when there is NO meat... If we intake a bit of meat now and then we will be fine. but when i say we are our of food i mean we have NO food, no nothing."

If you mean no harm, what's the deal appearing scant inches off our bow?
Also, how may we help you?
The third in command sent back, as he sent a message off to the captain.

*Snip*

A response was sent:

I apologize if our appearance sstartled you. We were on a mapping missssion when we detected thisss little gathering of sshipsss. We decided to invesstigate. Perhapsss, it would easse communucationss, if we opened a real time vissual channel. The Eleanor is equipped with a main viewsscreen that can ssplit and dissplay multiple ssignalss in conference mode. If we each knew what the other looked like, it might help relieve ssome of the tenssion.

To: Eleanor
Why not just join the conferance, that's what everyone else has done?

Conferance room:
I'm sure we'll find you a planet with sufficiant meat on it by then, which leads to the next salient point, volume of food. What is your minimum required food intake, in terms of mass, for the next six weeks?" Sedek asked

Conferance room:
I'm sure we'll find you a planet with sufficiant meat on it by then, which leads to the next salient point, volume of food. What is your minimum required food intake, in terms of mass, for the next six weeks?" Sedek asked

Ni'eel thought for a moment... "We can sustain our selves for a long period on very little sustinense... for ALL our people... i would have to say 39 tons of food a day. Its allot but there are about 5 million Wantees in our fleet.

Messages

A brief message was sent in response to the Theao message. It simply stated that the Captain and his first officer would be coming over in a shuttle.

Space

The hanger doors slid open. Located on the aft end of the ship between the two wing-like structures, the hanger was used to store the ship's shuttles and runabouts. She did not carry any fighters in her bays.

An Asgard class (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Ships/asgard2.jpg) runabout launched through the protective force-field keeping the bay pressurized. The twenty-seven meter long craft sped across the kilometer seperating the SeaQuestian ship from the Theao ship.

Conferance Room
"Well we have enought food surplus to last you for a week." Sedek replied, "Anyone else have large stores?"

Docking bay
The shuttle was taxied into the bay and greeted by two marines. "Welcome to the Dactynatha."

"It is greatly appreciated" Ni'eel still stood his back propped up against the wall.

ooc: im going to bed.... 1:30 AM here ZZZzzzZZZzzz

Captain Seruvin (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/Bronze_Dragon_by_jaxxblackfox.jpg) stepped out of the runabout and nodded his head in greeting. His first officer, Commander Lilliana (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/nambroths_trilliumgrotto.jpg), stepped out behind him. Both were wearing a pendant (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Other%20Stuff/mushkis-5.jpg) on silver chains around their necks. These pendants would act as their personnal translator units, amoung other things.

"Oi, oversized lizards, more of them." One of the guards thought, "Right this way, but be sure to fold your wings in." He commented

Conferance room:
"We will be joined by two more guests." Sedek commented, having resigned himself to the situation. "Anywho, you're welcome about the food. Now about the planet. What temperature range do you need, as well as gravity? Also, standard nitrogen atmosphere is good, and what percentage of the planet should be waterbound?" He asked

The two Draconians, while not full-grown, both stood in the five foot range. Though, Commander Lilliana, being the younger of the two, was a few inches shorter. She pressed a clawed fore-foot to a pad near the open door of the runabout and turned to follow Captain Seruvin and their guide. As she walked away from it, the door to the small SeaQuestian craft slid shut quietly.

"Lead the way," Captain Seruvin said through his translator, which gave his voice a tone and timber that made one think of summer.

OOC: Last post for the night.

As with the others the marines took positions, with one in the van, and one the rear to guide the new species of lizard to the conferance room.

"Oi, oversized lizards, more of them." One of the guards thought, "Right this way, but be sure to fold your wings in." He commented

Conferance room:
"We will be joined by two more guests." Sedek commented, having resigned himself to the situation. "Anywho, you're welcome about the food. Now about the planet. What temperature range do you need, as well as gravity? Also, standard nitrogen atmosphere is good, and what percentage of the planet should be waterbound?" He asked

"The ideal temperature range would be between 70-100, Gravity.... Im not sure but im pretty sure we can manage as long as were not floating off the planet from jumping or beign crushed when we jump from a tree. A nitrogen atmoshpere would be fine. and about 30% to 50% of scattered water sources would be ideal."

Ni'eel Sighed and waited...

"Then the last question, how far and fast can your FTL engines move you, as there are a number of systems that hold planets that satisfy the requirements you've stated that are also unclaimed or home to a developing H.I." Sedek replid

As with the others the marines took positions, with one in the van, and one the rear to guide the new species of lizard to the conferance room.

The two Draconians followed along quietly, mostly. They did make occasional hoot-like sounds between themselves. They were merely commenting on the arcitechural design of the ship's interiors with each other, though.

"Then the last question, how far and fast can your FTL engines move you, as there are a number of systems that hold planets that satisfy the requirements you've stated that are also unclaimed or home to a developing H.I." Sedek replid

"Our engines can theoreticlly get us across the miliy way in 4 weeks... Some of our smaller civillian ships dont have that kind of capabilitie... our slowist ship can cross the galaxie in 8 weeks..."

ooc: sry for the spellign but im not on a coumputer that has spell check...

"Well then it appears this will be settled shortly, oh and here are our other guests." Sedek said as the Draconians arrived, escorted by the marines.

When the Draconians came into the conferance room Ni'eel was slightly starrteled at the beings apperance. He extended his tail and rose to his full height. Ni'eel didn't say anything. He crossed his arms and stared at the floor.

The Draconians looked at the chairs (OOC: I'm assuming full back chairs with no holes between the base and back where their tails could go, correct me if I am wrong), at each other with an exasperated look, which only lasted a few moments, and then at the others around the table.

Seruvin bowed and said, via his translator unit, "Greatings, I am Captain Seruvin of the SeaQuestian ship, the I.S.S. Eleanor, and this is my first officer, Commander Lilliana."

Lilliana nodded her head in greeting when her name was mentioned.

"Sit down sit down." He commented, gesturing to a pair of couchs where four chairs had once been. The Dactynatha had reconfigured the chairs to make due with the Draconian physiology., "Take a seat as well." He said to the lizard.

Seruvin and Lilliana sat down in the indicated couches.

Seruvin asked, bypassing his translator (OOC: He does this from time to time), "Sso, what iss the topic of dissscusssion?"

"We are seeing about helping this one and his people to get a new planet, as they're previous one is unavailable to them, thought I'm not sure why yet." Sedek replied

"We are seeing about helping this one and his people to get a new planet, as they're previous one is unavailable to them, thought I'm not sure why yet." Sedek replied

Ni'eel looked at Sedek "Oh I'm sorry i thought that had been cleared up some time ago. Well anyway, our planet was destroyed by a massive asteroid... The planet was completely destroyed. the survivors were space craft that were not on the planets surface and the ones who could out run the shock wave.

Ni'eel looked at the chair then back at Sedek "Ill stand, but thank you though."

Ni'eel sighed... "So what do we do now?"

"Well you look at the planets and decide which is best." Sedek replied, tapping a few commands to cause a list of planets, with vital statistics to appear in front of the various groups.

Ni'eel searched threw the list for a long time before he chose out a planet... It was almpst perfect for a Wantee, it would make a good home...

Ni'eel looked to Sedek "This one would be most excellent.... i have one question... What do we owe you?"

"What do you want to offer?" Sedek asked

Ni'eel thought for a moment.... "There is many possibilities that we could work out but one thing is for sure you and your planet have befriended the Wantees and we fight to defend you and your people. but that isn't enough... we... could do two things. We plant crops upon our new home world, we tend to them and you get what we don't use. or We could enter into a period of servitude, as you can obviously see we are larger and stronger then you are...(guessign you human that is) We could be bodyguard to your leaders, laborers, or something that could use our strength."

"All those would be unethical for us to accept." Sedek replied, "Just guide your nation well and ensure prosperity and that would be good."

"either way, we will still fight beside you thou... no matter the odds or reason, just call upon us and we will stand by you."

"Thank you for the generous offer, I'll be sure to inform my superiors." Sedek replied

"All those would be unethical for us to accept." Sedek replied, "Just guide your nation well and ensure prosperity and that would be good."

"Agreed," Seruvin broke in, "the Wantees should have their own space to call their own, but not at the cost of their freedom."

Lilliana nodded her agreement.

Ni'eel nodded "Yes but it still seems like a jack move... but we should start to get going i guess, we have a civilization to rebuild..."

"A jack move, I don't believe I've heard that before, what does it mean?" Sedek asked

Ni'eel looked at Sedek "Its when someone takes something from someone without giving something back... thats worth that was taken..."

"At least the way we see it, it wasn't a jack move." Sedek replied, "It was a fair exchange, information for information."

Ni'eel sighed and bowed his head.... "I guess, mabey we should get going.... like a said we have a civilization to rebuild..."

"Then perhaps we'll meet again in future." Sedek replied

"Then perhaps we'll meet again in future." Sedek replied

Ni'eel smiled lightly "I know we will, your kindness will be repayed 10 fold... By the honor rights of the Wantee i hear by declare a blood bond between our peoples."

Ni'eel unshethed a small blade from his belt and made a small insision on his lower palm he let a small blood bubble appear and held his held his hand out to Sedek.

"You dont have to cut yourself if you do not want to, but to honor this blood rite you will need to shake my hand. Thus it will complete the blood bond between us, and then our peoples will be united."

Sedek shook Ni'eel's hand, thought he declined to cut himself for a number of reasons.