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After 200 years of war, Charros was a hunk of smoldering rock. The Illuminati were dead, the Templars were dead, even the god like AI construct-Helios-was dead. No plants, no animals. Nothing. Ruined cities stood like cyclopian monoliths of a long gone race. The world was a desert, that glowed with radiation. On one side of the planet, a huge chunk of crust had been blown out by a hydrium-unranium fusion bomb, it's cloud still floating like a mushroom kingdom. All true life was dead.
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But, life of a diffrent kind still existed.

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The Omar are a large group of heavily biomodified cyborgs. They originated in a country called Slatonia, where a group of Slatonian scientists submitted themselves to radical biomodification in an attempt to survive the harsh global conditions following the Great Collapse(The complete downfall of the world government). In the 20 years after the Collapse, the Omar spread around the globe, their heavily biomodified bodies earning hatred from the Templars(Group who wished to destroy all bio-modified individuals) and fear from others. The Omar are not individuals, rather each Omar is part of a merged collective consciousness, achieved through replacement of their frontal lobes with a wireless cortical interface. Thus, if an Omar is killed, then all Omar will know about it and will seek revenge upon the perpatrator. The Omar expanded their ranks through covert recruitment of unmodified humans. It is unclear how voluntary this "recruitment" normally was. The Omar are constantly in search of new technologies to improve their existing cybernetic modifications. Their ultimate goal was to become capable of surviving in any environment, no matter how harsh, so that they would eventually inherit the Earth through Darwinian natural selection. Like the Illuminati and Templars, the Omar were opposed to J.C. Denton's proposed "Great Advance" (which would biomodify all of humanity and make the Omar collective obsolete), however they lacked the resources to actually mount an opposition to Denton and ApostleCorp(Denton's front corporation).

To finance themselves, the Omar quickly found a niche dealing in black market biomods and weapon mods. They rapidly dominated the field, often by aggressively squeezing out their competition whenever they moved into a new area (either through assassination or assimilation). Because the Omar were hunted by the WTO(World Trade Organization) and Templars, they often used human agents as fronts and intermediaries while conducting their business. However, the Omar also sold their wares directly, normally in areas outside WTO control (such as ghettos, VIP lounges, and altogether "shady" areas). There were many Omar Traders all over the world. They were almost always accompanied by one or two Omar Protectors, combat-oriented Omar who acted as bodyguards for the Traders.

Currently, Omar biomodifications allow them to survive comfortably at a range of extreme temperatures, from sub-zero artic climates to harsh desert heat. They are also fire-proof, immune to chemical weapons, and resistant to radiation. They are essantially Neohumans. After years of collecting themselves, they formed a nation of sorts: The Omar Technosect of Candle Ice. It took even longer years, but finally they were ready to launch themselves into space in half living-half mechanical ships.
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1 lightyear away from Charros
Ship spotted. Alien in nature. Course of action?
Intiate communication with alien beings.
The captain pushed a button, sending a transmission to the Xeno ship. He spoke in a sort of alien-robotic russian accent.
"Hello alien vessel. We come in peace. We request to begin communication with your people."

OOC: Can I be the ship or is it someone else already?

OOC: You can join in. It's just the first ship they saw was a Xeno ship. Just initiate communication.

"Hello alien vessel. We come in peace. We request to begin communication with your people."

The signals officer aboard the Xeno Destroyer Leyte Gulf looked to his captain, ~M'am, we are recieving communications from an unknown ship. Bio scans are showing strange returns, but they are definetly intelligent. ~

Captain Marthe stood and paced down to the CIC in the bridge, examining the system's charts. "Very well, Ensign. Send a reply, identify ourselves and acknowledge the message. Establish goodwill."

~Aye aye m'am.~

To the unknown Omar vessel,
"Hail, unknown vessel. We are the Xeno, aboard the destroyer Leyte Gulf we are here in peace. You may begin transmission of communications when convient."

OOC: Okay, an exploration ship is on its way.
IC: Unknown Space
The F.S.S.S. Caexthric, a small explorer JumpShip, completed it's jump to an unknown system. It's Kearny-Fuchida drive at the peak of its expasion and beggining to contract as it jumped in. The Caexthric, meaning nosword in the staric tongue, was an old merchant JumpShip that had been volunteered as an explorer. It was unarmed, and its only defense came from a small group of Aerospace onboard. It's passengers consisted of the Aerospace pilots, ten or so scientists, and a crew of around twenty. As it jumped in, it transmitted a signal of peace, and diplomacy in both the Staric and Englich tongues.

Communication Succesfull.
Response/s?
1. Alien: "Hail, unknown vessel. We are the Xeno, aboard the destroyer Leyte Gulf we are here in peace. You may begin transmission of communications when convient."
2. Unknown: Repeating message of peace and diplomacy. Course of action?
Send both ships this message: "We request permission to board your ship, so further upfront communications can begin."
Understood. Anything else?
Be careful, hostility is natural to unmodified beings to modified.
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Both ships were sent the same message:
We request permisson to board your ship, so further upfront communications can begin. Already two Omar were being prepared to have their atoms shrunk down to planeck size and transmittied onboard either ship. The transported would be unarmed, but the entire race would be listening in...

Transmission to Unidentified Vessel
Permission is gladly granted.

The signals officer looked up from his terminal, glossy black skull seeming to glisten under the clean ergonomic light of the bridge. ~M'am, a jumpship has entered the system. Possibly a Merchant class. I am not detecting dropships and they have not deployed their solar sail. They are sending a standard signal indicating peace. The first vessel is requesting permission to board.~

Captain Marthe clasped her hands behind her back and looked to a Marine standing near the door to the bridge. "Private, please go fetch Danae." The marine saluted, then disappeared down a corridor, tail twitching. "Return signal to the new contact, and inform the first vessel that we will send a shuttle over to pick up someone if they want to board for face-to-face discussions."

~Aye aye sir.~

To the jumpship,
"We acknowledge your message and also wish for peace. We are the Xeno."

To the Omar ship,
"If you wish to board us, we will send a shuttle to your vessel for pickup. We ask that your representitives bring along no nuclear or biological weaponry. We can scan for such things."

The transporter dispersied the Omar into space. At planeck size, he could freely change from matter and energy, and did so to get past any shields. At once he rematerialized on the bridge of the unknown alien's ship. Looking around, he was already describing to all others what he saw. Soon though he spoke, in a voice that was no doubt strange.
"I represent The Omar Technosect of Candle Ice. We are pleased with your quickness in welcoming us. Perhaps you can inform us about your race a little before we get down to business."
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A ship? A ship? Do they suspect us of aggression?
It is impossible to understand their culture as of yet, so it is a possibility that we havge offended them.
Agree to their terms.
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The Technosect would prefer it if you do not come into contact with our ship. We can send a shuttle out to meet yours. Is this satisfactory?

Omar vessel,
"That is acceptable. It is against our military regulations to allow for teleportations of any type to and from our starships."

A few minutes later, a bay opened on the underside of the ship and a sleek, streamlined little craft appears, cruising out to a point halfway between the Xeno and Omar vessels.

OOC: I teleported to the other ship, awaiting confrimation to send shuttle to yours. Sorry I did not make that clear.

OOC: Fixed.

As the Omar looked around he saw a mixed crew of humans and Dreegone. The dreegone were a draconic race, consiting of two subtypes. Elemental, of which their was very few on the ship, that looked like mini-dragons on two legs, and normal dreegone, that looked like humans with scales.
"Hello, we are from Starenell, a planet near the galaxys core. As you can see, we are a diverse people, consisting of humans and dreegone. Dreegone consist of two groups, Elemenatals," He pointed to one "And others, like myself. We are a warror peple, although we look for allies among all nations."

A reply was sent to The Xeno.
"We are the Federated suns of Starenell, this is the ship Caexthric."
OOC: You know Battletech?

To the Caexthric,

"We are the Xeno Destroyer Leyte Gulf, our homeworld is Solaris. We welcome you to this sector. If you wish to send representitives to our ship, we can arrange for a shuttle."

OOC: Know Battletech? Heh. I was ranked #5 in the world in MechForce (The official fanclub) and I have just about the entire series of novels among my book collection. Not to mention a few hundred miniatures and a stack of Battletech game manuals 2 feet high. >_>

The I.S.S. Asimov, a Phoenix class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10120209&postcount=163) heavy cruiser, one of a group of ships enlisted to explore and chart space beyond the boarders of the Empire, slid silently out of a Jump Point. She was scheduled to chart this area of space at this point in time.

I.S.S. Asimov - Bridge

Tactical: "Captain, we are registering multiple craft in the area! One is identified as hailing from the Xeno nation, one of the others is from Starenell, the other is unidentified."

Captain: "Looks like we stumbled upon a little party out here in deep space."

Messages - Broadcast

This is the Imperial SeaQuestian ship I.S.S. Asimov. We are here on a mission of exploration. Please identify yourselves.

To the Leyte Gulf

That would be perfect.

OOC: Sweet. I use it as the basis for my stuff, as you can see. I have a good amount of the novels, but mostly just FedCom Civil War ones. Is your Solaris anything like the Battletech one? I just realized that technically, I believe one of my worlds is Solaris.

EDIT: Yep. It is in my Argent March-I am based off the FedSuns.

A large squid like shuttle shot out from the main Omar ship. It glided to the Xeno shuttle with a grace unknown to many. A psuedopod shot out and connected with the Xeno shuttle door. It sucked it off and held it in a stomach...somewhere. The atmosphere withen the Xeno shuttle was kept.

Four Omar walked aboard, unarmed. They gazed at the strange inhabitants of the ship, already wondering how their insides worked. One quickly spoke, to assure the inhabitants. "We mean no harm. Your door will be replaced, good as new. Now if you please, we must reach the bridge of your ship."
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The Omar was quite amazed by these draconic creatures. He voic almost faltered as he spoke. "These creatures are...amazing. I can only imagine thier bodily functions. Perhaps....perhaps I can procure a tissue scan, to further increase Omar surviabilty. Do they have any special abilities? I can assure you we can trade you for this service. I can deliever to you several nanite biomodification canisters, enabling non-piezochem capabilites."

OOC: Body shot for reference
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"This would most likely be acceptable. Would you like to join the nation of Starenell in an alliance?" Said the captain.
OOC: What are they from?

Aboard the Xeno shuttle, there was a sudden, blaring alarm and the four Marines aboard bolted upright in their black armor, weapons coming to bear on the suddenly-missing door. The shuttle's co-pilot spoke into the comm system as the pilot started hitting control switches. "Emergency! The alien vessel has ripped off our starboard hatch! Initating evasive manuvers!" The shuttle applied full power, while an emergency blast shield came down over where the hatch had been. This is of course, the second the hatch was ripped free.

Two Marines onboard moved towards the blast shield and checked the seal, while another made sure the pilot compartment was safely sealed off. The Marines could survive zero atmosphere in their suits, but saw to it that the pilots were protected.

The shuttle continued to apply full power, while beginning an evasive roll to escape the grasp of the ocotopus.. thing.

Meanwhile, the Leyte Gulf rippled off an emergency signal to Solaris and the rest of the fleet while turning broadside towards the distant alien ship. On the shadow side (Side not facing the enemy) of the destroyer, bays opened to spill out F-1 fightercraft. An immediate warning was broadcast on an open transmission,

"Unknown shuttle you will release our ship immedietly or be destroyed. If your primary warship approaches any closer, it will be destroyed."

OOC: Starenell, no, it's not the same. Just a name that I liked. I don't know much about the whole civil war thing, I stopped buying the books after the new Star League went after Clan Smoke Jaguar.

OOC: Ah. Why did you stop?

OOC: Ah. Why did you stop?

OOC: Kinda lost interest in the Battletech world at the time. I'm looking around used book stores for the rest of the set now, though.

"An alliance? The Omar could agree to this, but it's purpose seems...unknown I-" The Omar stopped, aware of the distress emitted by his compatriots elsewhere. He turned in the general direction of the shuttle scanning the area. He turned back. "I would need you too elaborate on what benefits this would entail for the Omar."
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The Squid shuttle screamed in anger as it's psuedopods were being torn. It released, and kept it's distance from the Xeno ship. The occupants were a little more cool about the situation.
The alien shuttle has ripped away.
So far, everything on alien ship number 2 is fine. Is back up needed?
No, ship is fine.
Another offense we have enacted to these aliens. Anymore of this and we'll have a war. Issue a statement: We are sorry if we have offended you, as this is the way our ships work. We will take no agressive action, unless fired upon. Perhaps you would prefer if our transport came aboard your ship, in a docking bay?
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The main Omar ship sent out the message.
We are sorry if we have offended you, as this is the way our ships work. We will take no agressive action, unless fired upon. Perhaps you would prefer if our transport came aboard your ship, in a docking bay?
Aboard the ship automated defense bots were being readied, in case the aliens took any hostile action. The Technosect would not allow any...baser beings to overtake them.

The Xeno shuttle streaked back towards the Leyte Gulf while two squadrons of F-1s appeared to escort it, several of them drifting between the alien shuttle and the Xeno destroyer. Captain Marthe was at the CIC, "Ensign, report."

The shuttle pilot relayed, "Captain, we have sustained moderate damage to our starboard hatch ring, and have sealed the breach. Crew reports as unhurt, we are returning now." And the shuttle disappeared into the belly of the Xeno destroyer.

To the unknown alien ship,
"Explaining the attack against one of our shuttles as simply 'the way it works' is not sufficient. One does not damage the property of another without warning. You will maintain your distance and any attempts to come closer will be seen as an act of war. Whatever communications you have will be done via transmission."

Captain Marthe looked to her signals officer, ~M'am, Rear Admiral Miadoka wants to know if we need support and asks if the SeaQuestians are involved, and also to warn them.~ The Captain nodded the go-ahead.

To the Asimov
"This is the Leyte Gulf, we wish to warn you about this unknown race that is out there. They have damaged one of our shuttles, attempting to breach it and gain access. Please take this under advisement."

A second shuttle drifted out of the destroyer with an escort of four F-1s, heading to the Caexthric, where it will seek out a place to dock and collect whatever representitives that civilization wants to send.

Messages

To the Leyte Gulf:

Understood. We will watch ourselves with this new nation.

I.S.S. Asimov - Exterior

The Asimov activated her Ablative Shield Generators (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10116385&postcount=19) and took on the form fitting shell of seamless metal. This was done to give the newcomers to the stars an extra-layer of defense they would have to get through before they could reach the hull.

"The two nations would protect each other in war, and have trading relations with each other." The Captain said to the Omar.

Ooc: ...

OOC: Sorry
IC: The captain gave the command for the flight bay to be opened, and sent a man of each race down to the bay to meet the Xeno ship.

They now refuse to meet us.
How will we obtain the tissue scans?
That is unknown. So far a new ship has appeared. Occupants are unknown.
Establish communication.
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The Omar ship responded quickly to the Xeno transmission:
Understood. You must forgive us, as we have only recently have come into contact we other peoples within the last day, this sort of thing is new to us. Credits will be transferred to you to repair your door. As you have requested, our transport will return to our ship.
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It did not escape the Omar that this new ship, after sending a friendly communication, was readying her weapons. Shield activity was sighted, and the Omar began to ready themselves for combat. If need be they would warp into outer-dimensional space and return to Charros. From there they would commit to war. Still they sent this new alien craft a message.
We are the Omar Technosect of Candle Ice. We are interested in establishing communications with your people, although we ask that you modify your agressive actions. From there, we can share information more freely.
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The Omar aboard the Starenell ship still seem confused. "I am unsure if you are implying that we cannot handle ourselves. In the war department we are fine, however trade would be very adequate. We can complement your people greatly." He looked towards the dragonne. "Your are only minimally biomodified. We can correct this."

Bump for Xeno

Bump for Xeno

OOC: Are you ignoring the Asimov or something?

OOC: No, I just sent your ship a message:
Quote:
We are the Omar Technosect of Candle Ice. We are interested in establishing communications with your people, although we ask that you modify your agressive actions. From there, we can share information more freely.

He was on and he didn't respond, thats why I bumped it. Your reply would be appreciated.

OOC: No, I just sent your ship a message:


He was on and he didn't respond, thats why I bumped it. Your reply would be appreciated.

OOC: Oh, cause when you said weapons activity, I thought you meant someone else. The Asimov is at Yellow Alert, this means that she is at a heightened state of readiness, (Red Alert is when the weapons are armed) and only the defensive systems are on-line, not the offensives. Just because I turned on one armor system, you think I'm getting ready to blast, well, I'm not.

IC: Messages

To Candle Ice ship:

This is the I.S.S. Asimov. We have taken no agressive actions. We have only made a defensive action by deploying our armor. The decision was made after the Xeno ship transmitted a warning about you.

Understood. Still, as history has shown the first sign of an attack is the increase of defense. Forgive us if we are on edge. As for the warning that the Xeno gave you-
Lie? Truth?
Truth.
-it's a misunderstanding. Our technology works in a different way then theirs. We made no real aggressive action, we simply tried to perform an EVA. To establish better contact between us, we suggest that one of your kind be transported to our ship. Perhaps we can dispell any...fear you might have of the Omar Technosect in general.

Bump

Understood. You must forgive us, as we have only recently have come into contact we other peoples within the last day, this sort of thing is new to us. Credits will be transferred to you to repair your door. As you have requested, our transport will return to our ship.

The Xeno destroyer Leyte Gulf sat motionless in space, no reply for several minutes. Finally, a transmission was sent,

"We will maintain communications with you. However, we will not be arranging for face-to-face contact. For that, you will need to visit the XSS1 station."

"Oh, no, no, apologies. We are not implying that in any way. Just that if either of us were in trouble, the aid of another is always useful. Although not everyone in our country would accept biomodification, some would. What results would it create?"

OOC: Sorry
IC: The captain gave the command for the flight bay to be opened, and sent a man of each race down to the bay to meet the Xeno ship.

The shuttle set out for the Xeno destroyer again with the Starenell representitives onboard.

If the Omar aboard the Starenell ship could've smiled, he would have. "Biomodification allows a species to transcend it's biological limits. Flesh is weak. Through the process of nanotechnology we can greatly improve your abilities, whatever they may be. It is hard to describe the things we can do. Once we are allowed an embassy, we will begin selling our technologies. I can offer you a half price discount as of now. One moment please." His looked the human over. "Scan complete. Your biostructure is highly similar to ours before we became Omar. We find this interesting. One moment please."

A biomod canister was beamed onboard and into the Omar's open hand. It was as big as a bottle of soda, and glowed an eeire purple. On the top of it was a large button. "Please, accept this as a token of our gratitude. It will augument your eyes with the ability to see both infared and nightvision at will. Simply put it up to your arm and press the button. A needle will shoot out and inject the nanites into your body, which will make their way to your eye. You can expect results in 4 seconds. This is permanent."
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To the Xeno ship
Understood. We thank you for your cooperation.

"I thank you." He put the bottle away in a cabinet "I will not use it now. So we can consider ourselves allies?"

"Yes. Your entire people, including the Dragonne, shall be able to recieve half price off all goods bought from us. If you wish to see how we can biomodify one of your kind...let me take one of your people's back with us. In 3 hours I can return him, a complete cyborg."

"Who wants to be a cyborg?" At first no one did anything. But then a dreegone scientist, not an Elemental, who was not oringinally on the bridge strode in briskly. "I would be honored" He bowed to the Omar. "I will come with you."

Lie? Truth?
Truth.

Messages

Why not have one of yours come over here instead. We will undeploy the armor before hand. Sorry if we seem a bit cautious, we are just following simple security measures.

Scan complete.
Interesting biostructure. Begin de-planekism.
Stop. Labs are down.
"I am sorry, but our labs our down. Once we get our goods up and running, perhaps then. I must return to my ship. Remember your discount." The Omar dematerialized and returned to his ship.
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The Omar ship glowed in areas, and a transmission was sent out.
Communications are over.
The ships unseen engines were started, and the Omar slipped into Hyperspace, returning to Charros.

I.S.S. Asimov - Bridge

Captain: "That was weird."

First Officer: "I agree."

Helm: "Should we follow them, captain?"

Captain: "Lets see what the others do first before we do anything ourselves."

The Xeno destroyer Leyte Gulf continued to hang unmoving in space, one could almost feel fingers itching against triggers. In the shuttle hold, a service crew hurried out to meet those debarking, and once assured that everyone was OK, the shuttle would be quarantined and scanned. Detecting nothing abnormal, it would be taxi'd off to a repair bay in the shuttle hold for an overhaul.

Captain Marthe stood in the CIC, watching a holographic model of the system and the little information packets representing ships manuver. "Once they are clear of the system, resume nominal scanning." Commented to her first officer, who nodded. Marthe turned wearily and strode towards an exit, "And make sure we keep two squadrons of F-1s on standby. I need some bunk time," and she was gone, off to her quarters.