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The last five Preserver class station ships that housed the last surving humans who were descended from the alien abductees from 20th-century Earth slid silently through the void. Each was broadcasting, as far as it could, a message that would hopefully bring them closer to the lost homeworld of Earth.

To anyone that can hear this, we are low on fuel and supplies. We have been in space many years and have no idea where we are. We will gladly offer trade and our services to anyone who can help us.

The message was repeatedly sent into the darkn night of space. No response had ever come due to the message, and people were beginning to lose hope. The possibility of dying slowly in the powerless hulks of the Preservers seemed more and more likely to happen.

OOC: Here are the stats for the Preserver class station ships as well as two pics.

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/PreserverPic.jpg
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Class: Preserver

Type: Long-Range Mobile Deep Space Station

Length: 7.72 Kilometers

Mass: 22 billion metric tons

Crew: 6,200

Troop: 25,000

Passengers: 1,000,000

Fighter: 108 Starfury fighter craft

Power:
12 Fusion Reactors
8 Solar Panel Arrays

Duration (between resupplies): 5 Years

Offenses:
Twin Particle arrays
Particle Laser Cannons
Pulse Cannons
Fusion Cannons
Missile Launchers

Defenses:
8 - 15 meter armored hull
Mk. II Defense Grid

S.T.L. Propulsion:
1 Ion Engine Array

F.T.L. Propulsion:
1 Hyperspace Jump Point Generator

OOC: If need be, I am willing to let this thread sit until everyone gets back from holiday.

Beautifully Designed. Kudos. Mind if I join?

Beautifully Designed. Kudos. Mind if I join?

OOC: Not at all. It is an open thread. Thanks.

The void rent asunder like the flesh of an orange peeling; like a mighty womb giving birth to the ancient juggernaut that was the ship; in itself a force of nature. It seethed and crackled, hull brutality punctuated with masses of decay and rust; and shifting; blazing sigils; that seemed to burn into the very minds of those who viewed them. Slowly, it turned; facing the mighty preservers with an incalcuable alien intelligence; the ponderous reckoning of a metal-clad God; a titan in the abyss

This is the Pestilant Pleasure; Flagship of Lord Lucian the Devourer. We come in the name of the God-Emperor of Mankind; the soverign Lord of Chronosia, Remiel de Drakan. State your wishes and your designation; who are you, and what do you want? We are deploying pods to meet your vessel; we shall shortly be boarding....

Howling through the void like spores; the boarding pods came; slamming towards the hull of the foreign vessels; phase fields hissing, ready to cut through as they latched on. An ornately designed Thunderhawk shuttlecraft roared towards the nearest dock; the Primarch onboard smirking; glancing at his escorts, even as he knew that Marines were inbound on the pods that shrieked through space,

His smile spoke volumes of the first contact that would ensure; between these children of Terra and this servant of Nurgle.

The five Preservers slid to a silent halt some distance before the Chronosia ship. The lead Preserver, which just so happened to be the class station ship, sent out a messge:

We are all that is left of the descendents of those abducted from Earth centuries ago. We escaped from our alien captors are now trying to find our way to either the lost homeworld, or some new place to call our own. We are low on fuel and supplies and would appreciate any aid you can give. The Preserver's hanger will be opened if you wish to send a shuttle

The massive rectangle in the middle of the circular plate that made up the front of the Preserver slid open ready to admit any shuttle the Chronosians should choose to send.

Meanwhile, armed security personnel were heading to the locations where the boarding pods had locked on. They weren't looking for a fight, but they would repel hostile borders if they had to.

OOC: Just a heads up, but the Preservers use a counter-routating (two parts rotating in opposite directions) to provide 1g of pseudo-gravity for the civilians each carries. A primitive artificial gravity grid provides non-rotating sections that must be staffed around the clock (like the command section and docks) gives those sections a bit under 1g of gravity.

Two Asimov class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10117260&postcount=65) transports modified as pure cargo ships and three Antares class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10116686&postcount=19) freighters dropped out of Jump Gates with five Nova class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10116657&postcount=15) dreadnaughts as escorts each.

The lead Nova hailed the Preserver:

We are here representing the SeaQuestian Empire. We picked up your beacon and have brought two Asimovs full of supplies and three Antares full of fuel.

A message was also sent to the Chronosian ship:

You have commited a hostile act against a new nation seeking aide and support. It is suggested that you immediately remove your boarding pods from the hull of those from those craft or we will be forced to defend them ourselves. Do not, if you have a moral bone or fiber in your entire being, risk war with us and our allies over this.

Messages

In response to the SeaQuest message:

Greetings. Dock six has been cleared for your use. Thanks for the support.

"sir, I'm reading a transmission. claim they were abducted from "earth" centuries ago."
"then they probably don't know what happened. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this may be our only chance at translating the records, we have copies onboard?
yes, but we should confirm that they are from the planet we know as "Earth." agreed, Starfeild matrix and local objects test should give us a good idea. provided they fit the normal intellegent species baseline psycological profile.
you have a fix on their position?
yes. ready to jump on your order.
Do it.


[quote]
Trans.IDENT: GCV-7-L1."SuperCalliFragilisticExpeAliLeDochis_Falcon"
objec.RCIVR: "earth refugees"
We have recieved your message and show interest in your situation to assist in *make not-exist* possible translation error reply with compliation of
(the data that follows can be used to create an image of the moon as seem from earth, but unless one had some knowlege of earth's night sky, would be meaningless dots and blotches){ooc: they are assuming, of course that some knowlege of earth beyond the name exists in the refugee colony ships, and that earthlings have some psycological similarity to their own race.}

A single Support Frigate came out of hyperspace.
To unknown ships, we are part of the Tannisharian Defence Fleet, I am captin Rax, and we wish to greet you in person.

Messages

In response to the Tannishar message:

Acknowledged. Dock 3 aboard the Preserver is ready for your use.

In response to the Gelfland message:

We have the old databanks we took from the alien race that abducted our ancestors from what was known as 20th-century Earth. The hard part is the translations from their language into English. We will see if we are able to match the image you sent with anything there.

The SeaQuestian transports began to shuttle over supplies to the Preserver and the freighters moved into position near three of the Preservers' fuel port and each began pumping fuel into the Preserver it was attached to.

Messages

To the Preserver:

Would it be possible for us to have use of an additional dock so we can send a representative over?

OOC: how big is the dock?

OOC: Nice Novas, SeaQuest. Looks like I'm not the only one to use B5 EA tech.

IC: Messages

In response to the SeaQuest message:

Dock 4 will be made ready for your representative's shuttle

To the Chronosian ship:

Query. Please explain why you have launched boarding craft at us. We have made no hostile actions, but we are willing to defend ourselves. Please remove said pods from the hulls of our ships before we have to do something we will both regret.

Exterior

The Preserver launched twelve Aurora class starfury type heavy fighters, twelve Badger class starfury type heavy fighters, and twelve Thunderbolt class starfury type heavy fighter/bombers. The fighters each came into a position that pointed it at one of Chronosia's boarding pods. Each fighter kept its weapons in stand-by mode. They would only activate their weapons and open fire at the slightest attempt of the pod they were set over to breach the hull, or at a signal from the command bridge.

OOC: how big is the dock?

OOC: A 131 meter long craft (like the Vorlon's transport) can fit at one, but a 475.6 meter long ship (like the Whitestar class monitor) can't. The docks are mainly for small craft like shuttles and not large capital ships. Size is also limited by the outer opening (52.6 meters wide).

http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/turanic/images/heavy_corvette1.jpg

The corvette left the docking arm with 5 guards and captain Rax.

After the ship finished docking, Rax stepped out to meet the envoys.

http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/turanic/images/heavy_corvette1.jpg

The corvette left the docking arm with 5 guards and captain Rax.

After the ship finished docking, Rax stepped out to meet the envoys.

Admiral A. J. Chegwidden (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Character%20Pics/AboutJAGhead1.jpg) met them at the docks.

"Welcome aboard the Preserver," he said holding out his left hand.

Two security officers armed with P.P.G.s flanked the doorway.

OOC: Bump

Ignoring the admiral’s hand. 'Admiral I believe that you’re looking for starcharts or a new planet, and Tannishar would be most pleased to help you find a planet to call home.’

Preserver - Dock 3

Chegwidden lowered his hand and replied, "Star maps in a language we can understand would be quite useful. In exchange, we can give you copies of the ones we do have. Perhaps you will have more success in translating them."

Exterior

A giant, jellyfish shaped craft 1/8th the size of Earth's Moon and five axe shaped ships, one kilometer long and five-hundred meters at the widest and a dark black in color, dropped to Real Space. The large, mothership stayed in where it was, but the five Blade ships raced foward, their armered diamand prows ready to ram anything that got in the way. The blade-like structures that give the ships their name contained the engines and pushed the rest of the ship foward from their locations at the aft end of the ship.

OOC: The guys that just showed up are the aliens my guys escaped from.

Rax nodded and took a small coms device from his belt. 'Rax here, I want access to all available language translation programs copied to a laptop as well as starcharts and survey data on systems.' After the reply he turned to the admiral. 'We are going to give you all available data to you, this includes starcharts and translations for all races we have encountered.'

Chegwidden nodded. Just then, the lights dimmed and turned a shade of red that was easy on the eyes, an alarm also started to blare.

Chegwidden hit the Palm Link on the back of his right hand and yelled, "Report!"

"Sir," came the reply over the Palm Link's built in speaker, "they're here."

Chegwidden didn't need to ask who 'they' were, he knew from the way the officer on the other end said it.

He turned to Rax and said, "Looks like we have some hostile company."

'Great, I can't help you in that department, I only have one ship, ten fighters, and four corvettes. But I could try to get some reinforcements.'

Bridge:
'Sir new ships inbound.'
'Scramble all ships, defend this ship and await orders from the captain.'
'Yes sir.'

Five of the SeaQuestian Nova class dreadnaughts tracked their turrets to point at the incoming Blade ships.

The lead Nova sent a message to the incoming ships:

Halt and be identified.

Exterior

The Preserver and her four sister station ships launched the rest of their 108 fighters

Dock 3

"Understood," Chegwidden responded, "but, perhaps with yours and the other friendlies help combined with the 108 fighters carried by each Preserver can scare them off with minimal collateral damage."

Four of the incoming Blade class cruisers ignored the SeaQuestian hail.

The fifth broadcast a response that all ships in the area could hear:

We have come to reclaim our property. Interfere and we will destroy you.

'Who are they? I have to ask this as not to damage Tannishars diplomacy or that of the G.F.F.A.' before he got a reply he had already told the coms tech to send a message to the 3rd Tannisharian Defense Fleet asking for help.

Chegwidden said, "We don't know what they call themselves. What we do know is that they are a parasitic life-form that takes beings from their homes so they can use their bodies. All of their technology they took from planets they conquered. The only way to escape their grasp is to kill the Queen aboard the mothership that controls each individual fleet. It has been infered that their some sort of Queen Mother or Empress organism that controls all of the Queens.

"They are an imperialistic race. If they manage to tail anyone out of here to their homes, they will invade en mass."

'Do you have coordinates for their homeworld?'

3rd fleet:
'Admiral, we have communication from one of our frigates, they have encountered a new race and are asking for reinforcements.'
'Then we must aid them. Leave the 21st division here to defend the Explorer, and mobilize the rest of the fleet.'

Dock 3

Chegwidden shrugged, "For all we know it could be in the parts of our charts that we took from them that we haven't translated yet.

"Also, now that they know their is life in this area of space, they won't be gone for good after we scare them off today."

Hostile Fleet

The lead Blade ship fired Dracon Beams* at a SeaQuestian Nova that had strayed into its course towards the Preservers.

OOC: * Handheld or cannon weapons that emit a painful red beam of energy. Powered by energy cells. Dracon beams have ten settings, the most powerful of which can punch a hole straight through ten feet of solid titanium.

'This is bad, we come here for diplomatic contact, and end up starting a war. I hate my job some times.'

Outside:
'They attacked the SeaQuest ship.'
'No need for orders now, they are part of the G.F.F.A. as are we and firing upon them is a declaration of war.'

The Blade's Dracon Beams went straight through the Nova. The surviving members of her crew struggled to bring the ship's offenses and defense back on-line.

The ship continued to drift foward on momentum.

Exterior

One of the four other Blades angled its prow at the disabled Nova. It would ram the tip of the bow into an section not vented to space and deploy troops to take the survivors for hosts and slaves and scientists to study the technology to see if it was any use.

Meanwhile, the lead Blade continued on its course for the Preservers.

Preserver - Command

"Are the weapons ready?"

"We are armed and packing, sir."

"Then fire at will."

Preserver - Exterior

The massive station ship's various weapon emplacements tracked the lead Blade and started blasting away with various types of beams. The targeted Blade dove out of the way of the blasts, but the ship behind it wasn't so lucky. One of the engine fins was sheared off.

Out of hyperspace, came the first ships of the 3rd fleet. The 10 MBF's ion cannons flared into life, raking their fire across the ship heading towards the Nova.

(Its 40 beams of energy)

OOC: Got ya. Their ships have an immunity to energy-based weapons, but aren't so good at handling particle/projectile weapons. I'm trying to make these bad guys hard to kill, but, each of their ship classes has its weaknesses. I have already demonstrated one for their Blade class cruisers.

IC: Preserver - Exterior

The weapon arrays continued to fire beam after beam of colorful energy types at the incoming Blades. The particle weapons seemed to do the most damage while regular lasers were simply absorbed by the Blade's hull or deflected by their enegy shields. The Preserver and her sister craft's energy based weapons feel silent, but their Particle Laser Cannons continued to blast away.

Blade near damaged SeaQuestian Nova

The forty Tannishar ion blasts were mostly dodged by the agile craft on her gravimetric engines. Only three of them were able to hit. The Blades were quite deceptive craft in they were more agile then a ship of their size should be and more heavily armed as well.

Other two Blades

While one of the unoccupied Blades chased after its sister ship toward the Preservers, the other swung toward the Tannishar ships and cut loose with a full foward barrage of Dracon Beam fire.

The twenty-four undamaged Nova's cut loose at the Blades with all of their twenty-two Twin Plasma Cannons per that they could bring to bear on the enemy. Meanwhile, they were all altering position so they could bring their foward mounted six Particle Beam Guns per into the game.

Meanwhile, five of the undamaged Novas moved into position around the damaged Blade. They would board and storm after they had scared the rest of the Blades and the mothership away. Then the SeaQuestians would be able to see what made these suckers tick.

OOC: Ions are charged particles, and these frigates have the power of one of my destroyers.

IC: 3 of the frigates exploded under the hellish attack. The other ships took light damage. One of the captains smiled when he saw the damage on the screen. These ships were tougher than they looked. And a lot more maneuverable as well. 28 beams lanced out at the one taking interest in them.

All the unidentified craft dissapeared into Zero-Space, their version of an F.T.L. engine, before the return Tannishar fire had reached its slightly damaged target. All, that is, except for the damaged Blade the five SeaQuestian Novas had gathered around.

Preserver - Command

"Sir, they've just dissapeared. They must have left to inform the rest of them about the locals."

"Understood. Stand down from action stations, and recall the fighters."

"Aye."

Rax looked at Chegwidden. 'They are gone, and the judging from the ships that came to our aid, it’s the 3rd fleet. If I remember correctly they were escorting the Explorer 1. SeaQuest has a ship of theirs right? Then why not take it their for investigation.'

Outside:
The frigates moved in on the last ship. Then the carrier of the 3rd fleet arrived.

This is Admiral Riverd of the 3rd fleet, we are here to reinforce you.

Messages

In response to the Tannishar message:

Acknowledged. Be warned, though, our sensors are barely able to read the interior of this ship. We are picking up what may be life forms, or they could just be sensor ghosts. Whatever this ship is made of, it can hide many a secret. Neither this is not something we can let fall into the hands of the Chronosians, nor any of the other advanced technology aboard, like those weapons, can either. As this is technically the Preserver's 'kill', they get first dibs on any tech inside, agreed?

OOC: Last post for the night.

To SeaQuest
Under stood, we will wait for their reply
To Earthforce Navy
We have a deep space research vessel nearby, and would be willing to allow you to use it.

OOC: Effecient set-up, SeaQuest. I hope you don't mind if I use it as well.

IC: Messages

In response to the Tannishar message:

We have not had a chance to distribute the fuel SeaQuest so kindly provided. Thus, we aren't going anywhere right now. Your offer of allowing us to use your science ships is accepted. Hope you don't mind the bother of having to bring it hear.

Exterior

A few fighters stayed out to watch over the Chronosian boarding pods.

OOC: This is my last post for the night as well.

To Earthforce Navy
We under stand. We will bring it over immediately
The orders sent to Explorer 1
TO EXPLOER 1
ORDER CHANGE OF DESTINATION
CO-ORD 15563, 588974, T7UGF193

"Man, I'd hate to think of the Skeksis having that kind of technology."

"Although there are some similarities in methodology. I don't really see a link."

"true, but we should watch those guys close, they seem to be not much different than Skeksis mentally."

you really think so?
well, to be sure we'd need a look inside their ships, but I'm not that eager to be certain.
agreed, shall we begin standard patrols?
yes, Move Zig.

{ooc: three Zig fighters and a gunstar per patrol group, two groups on standard fleet patrol pattern. Zigs have gun loadout +pods ; Gunstars are standard model. three modified Gunstars in defensive position around the carrier.}

Investigating rumors of a new nation on the horizon, the Coredian Star Destroyer Darkslayer and her cohorts drops out of hyperspace in the area, too late to participate in the battle, but not too late to help out in other matters.

"Captain Severus, we're detecting emissions consistent with allied GFFA members Seaquest and Tannisher, emmissions from a couple of unknowns and one from a Chronosian craft." Sensor Operator Gennai reported.

"Very well. Hail them and keep an eye on the Chronosians." Captain Severus ordered.

"Yes, sir." The comms officer replied.

Ahoy there, friends and otherwise! This is the Coredian Star Destroyer Darkslayer, investigating matters of interest like a new nation on the horizon. Please tell us what's going on at this moment.

Messages

In response to the Coreworlds message:

Welcome to the party, guys. As you can see, we had a little excitement before your arrival.

To the Chronosian ship, this time broadcast so all could hear:

Chronosian vessel, you have yet to remove your boarding ship from the Preservers. Please explain why you are refusing this simple request and risking a war with these people and those of us who will ally ourselves with them?

Messages

In response to the Coreworlds message:

Welcome to this neck of the woods. If you wish to send a representative over, Dock 7 will be made ready if you request it.

Exterior

One of the fighter pilots decided to nudge one of the Chronosian boarding pods with his Starfury's lower port wing in an attempt to dislodge it.

OOC:Statistics of the ship.
Length: 3 kilometers
Crew: 750
That should be enough for now.

IC: The Explorer 1 left hyperspace near the captured vessel. It’s advanced scanning systems, detecting multiple life signs. 'Get atmosphere samples immediately, also test for all known poisons and narcotics, we don’t want caught of guard.’

The Tannisharians and SeaQuestians would find, when they boarded the disabled Blade, that the surving members of her crew wouldn't go down that easily. While the crew itself was composed of seven meter tall centipede-like creatures the parasitic symbiotes used for standard crew because of the immense number of limbs each had, the few marines left aboard could quite easily be described as "walking lawnmowers", as they had blades on their arms, foreheads, legs, and tail. The crew members, while disgusting and large, had paper-thin 'skin' and weren't that hard to kill, while the marines, on the other hand, could not be killed by standard hand-to-hand combat.

OOC: Here is what's left on that ship:
500 crew (http://img431.imageshack.us/my.php?image=taxxon4ul.jpg)
600 marines (http://img431.imageshack.us/my.php?image=horkbajir25gk.jpg)

One of the more skilled crew on board the Star Destroyer, Jedi Knight Helen Trojan (:D) was selected to fly to Dock 7 with her A-wing class interceptor. A young woman of twenty-three, she has wavy blonde hair, calm blue eyes, and a face that men would die for, athough she tends to turn down suitors at every turn. Upon landing, she awaited her escorts.

The boarding pods latched but did not engage, did not ready themselves to cut through hull, and let loose the hounds of war; no...They waited, silent stoic sentinals. The dropship thundered into a docking bay, landing; steadying; yet not opening...Not yet

We acknowledge your request, yet feel that, in the interests of security, we shall keep our drop-pods; inactive but present. You have our...Solemn vow; that they are not, at this time, active or occupied.

The dropships ramp descended; the door slid open; the light that illuminated the mighty figure that stepped forth was a sickly melding of warp-purple and dazzling corruption-seething green; dancing with primal fires that defied nature; moving and twisting with primal breath. Lucian stepped forward; an armored juggernaut; ancient armor gleaming with corruption, seething with phlegm, ichors, bile and pus; alive with flies, intrinsicly tied to their host.

"In the name of the Imperium...I bid thee welcome."

Captain Harmon Rabb Junior (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Character%20Pics/harm9.jpg) met the Chronosian representative.

"Welcome aboard the Preserver," he said with his hands clasped behind his back at waist level.

OOC: Ack! Harm made Captain! Congrats to him! :D Oh, and *cough*.

OOC: Ack! Harm made Captain! Congrats to him! :D Oh, and *cough*.
OOC: Yes, he was a Captain in the last episode.

OOC: Cool. Oh, and Helen Trojan, Jedi Knight has just landed on Dock 7. Just make sure that's far away from Lucian de Drakan. Chronosia and Coreworlds happen to be enemies.

One of the more skilled crew on board the Star Destroyer, Jedi Knight Helen Trojan (:D) was selected to fly to Dock 7 with her A-wing class interceptor. A young woman of twenty-three, she has wavy blonde hair, calm blue eyes, and a face that men would die for, athough she tends to turn down suitors at every turn. Upon landing, she awaited her escorts.

OOC: Sorry about missing it. Its 0200 hours and my brain is half-gone.

IC: Colonel Sarah MacKenzie (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Character%20Pics/mac22.jpg) met the Coridian representative. She snapped a salute, even this far out the legends about the Jedi had reached the Preservers, and stood at attention.

OOC: Sorry about missing it. Its 0200 hours and my brain is half-gone.

IC: Colonel Sarah MacKenzie (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Character%20Pics/mac22.jpg) met the Coridian representative. She snapped a salute, even this far out the legends about the Jedi had reached the Preservers, and stood at attention.
OOC: I fight that every single day.

IC:
"A pleasure to meet you, Colonel." Knight Trojan bowed in response. "I believe we have much to talk about, yes?"

MacKenzie dropped her hand from the salute. She clasped her hands behind her back at waist level.

She said, "Agreed. We know nothing about the locals in this area. If you will please follow me, I'll take you to the conference room. The other representatives will be taken there as well. If you have any fears about outside negative relations with another nation that has sent a representative, don't worry. The conference room has several drop-down PPG turrets built into the ceiling."

MacKenzie dropped her hand from the salute. She clasped her hands behind her back at waist level.

She said, "Agreed. We know nothing about the locals in this area. If you will please follow me, I'll take you to the conference room. The other representatives will be taken there as well. If you have any fears about outside negative relations with another nation that has sent a representative, don't worry. The conference room has several drop-down PPG turrets built into the ceiling."
"Very well. Lead the way." Helen nodded. She is concerned about Chronosia's entrance, though. Knowing them, they're most likely to make slaves out of these people.

MacKenzie started walking to the door.

At the door, she paused, turned around, and said, "Oh, almost forgot. All weapons will be left with security upon leaving the dock. Hope you don't mind, just standard procedure."

She then walked through allowing the Coridian Jedi to follow through. On the other side was a security check-point with a weapons scanner that there was no way around as on each side of the scanner was half-a-meter thick plexiglass.

OOC: Note on the weapons scanner, they operate on universal weapons design. The first level of scan is based on shape. If they find something shaped like a weapon, they scan deeper to make sure it is a weapon.

Oh, and everyone else that arrives in the area and wants to send a representative, just RP it as if you docked, passed through a security check-point and dropped-off any and all weapons, and made it to the Conference Room.

MacKenzie started walking to the door.

At the door, she paused, turned around, and said, "Oh, almost forgot. All weapons will be left with security upon leaving the dock. Hope you don't mind, just standard procedure."

She then walked through allowing the Coridian Jedi to follow through. On the other side was a security check-point with a weapons scanner that there was no way around as on each side of the scanner was half-a-meter thick plexiglass.
OOC: It's Coredian.

IC:
"That will be fine." Helen nodded as she relinquished her lightsaber to the security people.

OOC: Sorry about that. I'll make sure to do it correctly.

IC: A security lieutenant politely took the weapon from her and placed it in a drawer with a biometric lock.

MacKenzie put her eye to a device near the left side of the scanner unit. It read her retina pattern with a laser. When it was done, she stepped back to watch the display as it matched her pattern to the one on record. With a chime, her public record appeared on the screen with her picture on it. "Access Granted" flashed in green across the screen as the scanner slid open.

"This way please," she said to the Coredian as she walked through.

OOC: Last post for the night.

The Jedi Knight followed Sarah to the conference room.

Lucian bowed; his armor glistening as he did so; the great War-scythe; the Daemonscythe, the Manreaper, strapped to his back, dripping with living putrescence; he, a Lord of the Imperium; a Primarch; a warrior, chosen of the Gods themselves.

"In the name of Nurgle himself, and our almighty Emperor Remiel De Drakan; I offer my hand in friendship and prosperity. You have come far, sons of Terra; as have we. We now children of Chronosia. You have been gone too long from the realm of man; your tortures amongst alien fiends must have been horrible...I will have to know each and every detail"

A feral smile behind that helmet; thankfully hiding his visage. "Shall we begin then?"

"I feel we should send a reperesentative, even if they turn out to not be from the planet we know as 'earth'"
that would be good, shall I prepare to upload the construct?
keep it ready, I'll offer it if it seems likely."
("the construct" is an exact computer replica of bob barker, plus the logically associated data mining routines. one of most useful artifacts yet discovered on earth.)

Lucian bowed; his armor glistening as he did so; the great War-scythe; the Daemonscythe, the Manreaper, strapped to his back, dripping with living putrescence; he, a Lord of the Imperium; a Primarch; a warrior, chosen of the Gods themselves.

"In the name of Nurgle himself, and our almighty Emperor Remiel De Drakan; I offer my hand in friendship and prosperity. You have come far, sons of Terra; as have we. We now children of Chronosia. You have been gone too long from the realm of man; your tortures amongst alien fiends must have been horrible...I will have to know each and every detail"

A feral smile behind that helmet; thankfully hiding his visage. "Shall we begin then?"

Rabb replied, "Certainly. All arriving guests are being taken to the Conference Room. Though, all weapons must be left at the security check-point outside each respective dock, standard procedure."

OOC: Bump-age time.

Captian Rax sat in his seat, waiting for Admiral Riverd and his delegation to arrive.

The Jedi Knight followed Sarah to the conference room.
*cough*

OOC: @All: My apologies. I had caught a cold and was unable to RP.

The Jedi Knight followed Sarah to the conference room.

IC: The Colonel led the way to a large circular room. There was a domed ceiling and a round table in the middle. The base of the table was unusually thick.

Captian Rax sat in his seat, waiting for Admiral Riverd and his delegation to arrive.

OOC: Question, that still on your ship?

OOC: Oops, forgot to log-out of my cousin's account.

OOC: In the conference room. I'll just wait for every one else to arrive for my next post.