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The Zivvarian Galaxy, a small galaxy on the universe's North Western rim containing about 2400 star's with habitable planets, is home to the Serrin people. The Serrin's are a life loving people, who have spent thousands of year's at war to exterminate a vile race known as Mitani who had tried to enslave their galaxy. After the war, the entirety of Zavvari was place under the protection of the Serrin Protecterate, known as Warshrike, who for many year's defended the galaxy from uprisings and nurtured the life within their galaxy. Population growth however left them with no space inside of their border's, so the 1st intergalactic ships we're designed and sent out, scouting other galaxies for speci to add to the protectorate and new galaxy's to settle within.

The explorator fleet of the Serrinite people.

1 Dimini class Heavy Cruiser, Di'Aveni Suver (Flagship)
10 Hive class heavy carrier's
1000 Wasp class light fighter's
500 Bee class light interceptor's
10 Ermine scientific ship's
1 Vas class diplomatic envoy ship, Peacebringer
2 Illim class settler ship's

Military personel, 3500
Scientific personel, 1000
Civilian personel, 5000

Current day

The fleet has arrived after 20 year's of travel upon the rim of a galaxy. They broadcast message's throughout the galaxy to all race's, requesting a peaceful meeting to take place there on the rim. After broadcast they begin creating an outpost on a nearby world, which they named the Simban Embassy. They then settled in to await the arrival of the galaxies denizen's

OOC: I am using this thread for a first contact situation with the GFFA, however it is open to all nations.

OOC:I despise doing this but... BUMP

Tag..Too tired to come up with a response I'll edit it in tommorrow.

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A Boozian light cruiser returned to realspace, close to the fleet, transmitting a hailing mesage.
"Unidentified fleet, state your purpose. You have thirty minutes to comply. If yo do not, you will be boarded, I repeat, if you do not comply, you will be boarded. If you attempt hostile action, local patrols will be summoned, and you will be fired upon. Thirty minutes counting."
It was a lot for one small ship to demand, but it was, as it had said ready to summon patrols and prizehunters. The little cruiser continued it's slow advance towards the fleet, transmitting occasional "time remaining" messages.

ooc: You are all just lazy :p

IC:

It seemed that the garrison forces were getting a workout this month. This was the second broadcasted message that they had received about a peaceful meeting on the rim of some system.

"Another one?" The woman that had just made the last run back to the Capital was exhausted and the look on her face was clearly showing that she would not be volunteering. No one else wanted to make the days flight either.

An unfortunate Abh was picked by drawing straws. The docking bay had already finished refueling the Communications shuttle that had just arrived and was now going through a final diagnostics check to prepare for the next departure. The young man climbed in without complaint and plugged his alpha into the port as the feelings of the ship washed into him. The tiny craft sped off into the Sord and began its long journey to Lakfakalae.
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One day later: Lakfakalae

A familiar scene graced the Emperor's throne room once again in the form of a tired Abh kneeling at the base of the dias. "Your highness, we have received another transmission about a peaceful meeting at the rim of a new system."

Emperor Dubeusec rested tilted his head so it rested on his right fist. "Thank you pilot trainee, get some rest and you may return to your duties once rested. I will take care of the situation."

The young Abh stood and bowed. "Than you your majesty." The man turned and left the room.

Dubeusec looked down at his clyuno and sighed. "He's going to hate me for this." The green jewel resting on the back of his hand and let up.

"This is communications your highness, how may I serve you?"

"I need you to contact Lord Rahl on D'Hara and inform him that I regret to have to cut his leave short but I need him for a mission. Tell him it is safe for him to bring his family though. He'll have the new fleet accompany him for protection."

"And the other your majesty?"

"Send a message to the northern quadrant of the galaxy. Send a written message informing them that an ambassador will be there in a day or so to take part in a diplomatic meeting."

"Yes your majesty."

From the Jade Throne of the Abh Empire:

We have acknowledged your request to hold a peaceful meeting and are dispatching a diplomat to take part in such. He will arrive in approximatly one day. Good day and may the meeting go well.

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne~ Dubeusec

The frigate NES Mantis skimmed the deep. Even in a time of civil war, exploration and patrols had to be kept. Otherwise, who knew what might occur in the galaxy at large during such a conflict.

It was en route to the far end of a No Endorse trade route when the it recieved the message, one of peace and hope.

The captain of the vessel could only sigh. Peace and hope have no place here. There is only pain. "HELM! Let's go meet our new guests!"

A slight turn in hyper, a major feat of computing, and the frigate was well on its way to the newcomers.

Apon entering the fringe of the system, it let loose a standard hailing message and did a quick scan.

Captain Gary Wind of No Endorse frigate NES Mantis hailing the Serrin fleet. We recieved your message while in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. We would like to send over a delegate to meet with you and possibly brief you on what you might find around here, for what little we do know. How should we handle this?

Unfortionatly our craft is not capable of carrying a shuttle, so we either need to land on the planet or dock with one of your ships.

Yukatan Space, Biko System, Station BS-3

Lieutenant Maver was pulling an all-nighter shift at the Listing station. Suddenly a Tiny almost unheard message was noted and recorded within the computer. An alarm sounded and work Maver up he read the screen and keyed up the Stations Commander on the Intercom.

"Uh Sir, we have an unknown transmission."
"*Yawn*...Fine...See where it's coming from and dispatch a Ship to Investigate."
"Yes sir."

The Crusier "Endavor" was sent to the location of the Transmission.


The Crusier exited Slipspace and entered real space, once there it sent it's own message.

This is the Yukatan Crusier Endavor we would like to attend this meeting, we have a high-ranking diplomat on board who would like to meet your people.

"Unidentified fleet, state your purpose. You have thirty minutes to comply. If yo do not, you will be boarded, I repeat, if you do not comply, you will be boarded. If you attempt hostile action, local patrols will be summoned, and you will be fired upon. Thirty minutes counting."

"Our purpose is the protection of every life form in this galaxy. This includes us. If you deem it necessary to threaten us, you will be placed under the Vermin category. We invite you once more to peace talks."

From the Jade Throne of the Abh Empire:

We have acknowledged your request to hold a peaceful meeting and are dispatching a diplomat to take part in such. He will arrive in approximatly one day. Good day and may the meeting go well.

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne~ Dubeusec

"We await humbly the arrival of your most esteemed representitave."

Originally Posted by secure databurst
Captain Gary Wind of No Endorse frigate NES Mantis hailing the Serrin fleet. We recieved your message while in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. We would like to send over a delegate to meet with you and possibly brief you on what you might find around here, for what little we do know. How should we handle this?

Unfortionatly our craft is not capable of carrying a shuttle, so we either need to land on the planet or dock with one of your ships.

"Having spoken with the explorator council it is deemed acceptable to have you land one Lina away from our embassy. We will send a ground transport to your ship to collect up to twenty reprisentitives upon your landing."

This is the Yukatan Crusier Endavor we would like to attend this meeting, we have a high-ranking diplomat on board who would like to meet your people.

"We will await his arrival with anticipation."

Note: One Lina is ten Earth km(10000m)

The light cruiser summoned all ships in that sector. It was a ragged and small, but servicable fleet, and would arrive in about an hour, the closest ships in fifteen minutes. The ship continued hailing.

"Fleet, your statement is too vague. State your strategic, not ideological, purpose. If you attempt to "protect" our enemies, you will be assaulted freely. You have twenty minutes to comply." The voice suddenly became more human sounding. "And if you call me vermin again, I wont screw around with declarations and politics. I know your type, Mr.Cleanse the galaxy. Your no better than the rest of us."

"Having spoken with the explorator council it is deemed acceptable to have you land one Lina away from our embassy. We will send a ground transport to your ship to collect up to twenty reprisentitives upon your landing."
Captain Wind blinked at the message, and decided to ask the stupid. "Uhh... nav? What in blazes is a Lina?"

"Your guess is as good as mine sir."

"Well, I don't want to find out too negatively. Helm, take us down say... fifteen clicks away from that thing. Ought to be enough. And keep shields at standard, ready for surge to max."

The hundred-meter craft dipped down into the atmosphere and landed softly just under fifteen kilometers away. Four figures debarked, the ship towering over them. Funny how a small ship still seems so big...

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Back on the bridge:
The second in command was reviewing all of the messages being sent back and forth in the space high above. What are these morons trying to do? Screw themselves over royally? Don't they know how many ships are up there? Meh, what type of shipping do we have around? Great, a bit just under an hour off, and a little under half an hour. Nothin else under a day off, DAMN! And little hope of support from base for a while. Bluff time!

This transmission is to the militaristic scum that's threatening these guys before you even find out their intentions. As we are about to enter into a meeting with them, any attack on them or us will constitute a direct attack on the Inferno, and all of the conditions inherent in such actions.

Stand down NOW, or feel the wrath of No Endorse.

A second transmission was sent right on this ones heels, encrypted and phased into complete illegibility. It was tightbeamed to the main GFFA communications and relay station.

New race encountered at the coordinates provided.
Nova Boozian ship spotted, making hostile actions towards new race.
Xenos have a sizable fleet, but ship abilities are unknown.
Only one frigate NES Mantis on station, currently planetside.
NE reinforcements coming, but insufficient to ward off major threats.
Request immediate assistance and reinforcement.
Also request advice on how to handle situation.

The Terrans didn't know it, but they were about to back up No Endorses bluff. Task Fleet number Seven, Attitude, appeared in the contested area, they had deteted the open transmissioin, and they knew that dealing with a hostile nation would boost the GE in the eyes of the international community.

The First Fleet jumped into hyperspace and made its way to the trouble spot. They had received the call for reinforcements from No Endorse, and being from the 'west' side of the galaxy quickly responded. It would not take long for the fleet to arrive.

(ooc: notice of my eventual participation)

A medium tonnage frigate left warp space.
"And now the party starts. I want to shoot these guys, I really do, but I can't. Oh well."
"Are you sure this hostility is wise, captain."
"Yes, I damn well am. I didn't "agress". Commisar, what's the regulation message for these circumstances.
"Exactly what you sent."
"See, I didn't make threats beyond the ones you have to be prepared to make to live in a big, wide universe full of people with more guns who want you dead. It's the goody-two-shoes who jumped on the oppertunity for righteos bloody smiting. They think they're superior life forms. The man who'll kick you in the balls and whack you while your down always wins, and he's us."

"They're bringing in soime pretty light backup sir."

"Whatr is it?"

"A frigate, even smaller than an Arbiter."

"Well then, I guess it's time to show them the error of their ways. Bring up the wedge to full strength, go to standard maximum, and bring up the Yamato Batteries on all the ships, activate PDCs, Grasers, and Burst Lasers. And one last thing..."

"Yes sir?"

"Start the music."

Task Fleet Seven moved out,k as the opening strains of Metallicas "Attitude" began to flood the spacewaves, not very subtle, but it sure as hell got the point across. Plus, it was almost like the Terrans Calling Card by now...

OOC: Meim, just how big is an arbitor.
Another ship de-warped. A battlecruiser, closely followed by a supporting trio
of frigates. Next came a pair of regular cruisers and five destroyers escorting them.

"Fleet, state your strategic intention or you will be fired upon. You have ten minutes to comply."

As the recording played out, the light cruiser's captain continued his rant to the lieutenant.

"I know where the words "defend the galaxy" and "crush the vermin" lead. They lead to the point where just because you name your planet killer "the hammer of righteous smiting" and paint it white and gold, people think your the good guy."

A corvette de-warped, followed by another from the opposite direction.

The flagship of the Symphonic Fleet, the Sylvanna, glided through Hyperspace along with it's escort of Dissith Cruisers, Urbannus Flankers, and Exiled Destroyers and a substantial fighter support. Lord Rahl sat in the high backed chair with his sword resting against the arm rest. "How much longer until we arrive?"

The young officer moved across the counsel to calculate the time. "Sir we are coming up on the coordinance now."

Richard nodded as he moved his head to rest on his right fist. "Communications, send a message to the fleet hosting this meeting and inform that we are preparing to make the jump to normal space."

The communications officer worked over the glass counsel but found that she couldn't get a signal through unless it was written. The woman's intelligence surpassed that of most her age. "Lord Rahl, we are picking up music on all frequencies. It appears that Miehmish forces have moved to a battle stance."

The statement took some of the relaxed posture out of Richard but he maintained his calm. "Well I was only going to move the flagship out so as to not appear threatening but it seems that has already been taken care of. I want all ships to form up on the Sylvanna and fighters and gunships to the front."

The fleet began to form up with Exiled Destroyers hunkering in the middle with the more mobile Dissith Cruisers and Urbannus Flankers out on the edges. Fighters had taken up positions on front and center.

"Make the jump."

A ring of blue jump gates formed by the Warshike exploration fleet with the flagship moving out in front of all. "Well this was certainly unexpected. We have two fleets that shouldn't be here. What's the position of both?"

"Lord Rahl, unknown fleet seems to be the one innitiating agressions. Miehmish fleet seems to be here as support for our guest."

"That is interesting. Communications, send a text message to the unknown fleet and hope they have the tech capable of receiving it."

To Nove Boozia:
Your out-numbered and out-gunned. Take your fleet and go home before your actions cost you more than a few lives. We will not have agressors like you attacking every being that comes into existance.

OOC: I didn't recieve the first message of the thread, I just locked onto the warp signature, to clarify.
"Send the following message, lock this recording ready for fast sending, and
keep detailed records of all sensor feed. And no modifications, commisar. This is political."
"With respect, captain, I am alot more political than you."
"I mean international opinion."
"Ah."
The recorded message ready for sending was: "You fired first, scum."
The message sent was: "Look, people, maybe I just had to send that recorded message to preserve my career. Maybe I am a sensitive and subtle person. On the other hand, I could hate you all, as my only other message in person would indicate, but hey, you've certainly run out the guns. I never fired. I never said that if you said diplomacy was your purpose I wouldn't talk on your terms. I never ran out my guns, in the literal sense [Boozian ships have gundecks]. I only sent a message which wasn't exactly "best friends forever" to an unidentified fleet with military capacity. Any twenty first century country would have sent a similar messege. Am I Hitler, or am I just Bismark?"

OOC: Meim, just how big is an arbitor.
Another ship de-warped. A battlecruiser, closely followed by a supporting trio
of frigates. Next came a pair of regular cruisers and five destroyers escorting them.

"Fleet, state your strategic intention or you will be fired upon. You have ten minutes to comply."

As the recording played out, the light cruiser's captain continued his rant to the lieutenant.

"I know where the words "defend the galaxy" and "crush the vermin" lead. They lead to the point where just because you name your planet killer "the hammer of righteous smiting" and paint it white and gold, people think your the good guy."

A corvette de-warped, followed by another from the opposite direction.

OOC: Protoss arbiters are about a half mile long. And are my smallest Protoss Capship.

IC:

Our intention? To protect the newcomers, and, if necessary, remove all trace of your ships from existence. What is yours?

"Deploy APOLLO Pods, prepare for an opening salvo, full broadsides."

"Full broadside, aye."

OOC: I was asking Warshrike. And this frigate is BFG sort of size, which would probably be more than half a mile, since cruisers are the size of a small city.
IC:"Their running out their guns. Now the rarely used free press will work it's magic, commisar. Are we still scanning?"
"Aye."
"Then send "Shall we swap ships? The way I see it, you're aggressing us now. Our custom is to not greet a carrier battle group with open arms. Pragmatic. Yours is technically unprovoked gun preperation. Not in any way pragmatic. Because I've got you on camera. Now, on the subject of intention, ours is to investigate an unidentified warp signature and confirm that they pose no threat. In person, although they have an attitude, they don't. But you do." Then, send the sensor and comms records from since we arrived to Boozia Prime. And weps, do not make any gestures. I know it's breaching doctorine, but this is still political. Charge warp engines.

OOC: I was asking Warshrike. And this frigate is BFG sort of size, which would probably be more than half a mile, since cruisers are the size of a small city.
IC:"Their running out their guns. Now the rarely used free press will work it's magic, commisar. Are we still scanning?"
"Aye."
"Then send "Shall we swap ships? The way I see it, you're aggressing us now. Our custom is to not greet a carrier battle group with open arms. Pragmatic. Yours is technically unprovoked gun preperation. Not in any way pragmatic. Because I've got you on camera. Now, on the subject of intention, ours is to investigate an unidentified warp signature and confirm that they pose no threat. In person, although they have an attitude, they don't. But you do." Then, send the sensor and comms records from since we arrived to Boozia Prime. And weps, do not make any gestures. I know it's breaching doctorine, but this is still political."

OOC: A small city in VA is just 2.5 miles.

IC:

When dealing with any number of enemy ships, or unknown ships, it is quite reasonable to bring weapons to readiness. Now, you are outnumbered and outgunned, by our fleet alone. I advise you take yourself away from here, before we are forced to fire into your ships.

"Get a lock on them, passive systems only, if they so much as twitch, or say ANYTHING I react poorly to, go full active."

"Aye sir."

OOC: Whats VA? And I mean a big small city (oxymorons are fun)
IC:"Sensors, what are they aiming at?"
"Jalfainer, sir. Battlecruiser, its the toughest here."
"Then warn all ships approachind to divert course away from here, and tell Jalf to transfer all non-warp power to the shields, and brace for impact. Were gonna fuel this fire, and waft it in there face."
"All records sent."
"All ships acknowledge warp readyness."
"Lets start the real party."

"Fleet, we now understand one another. You have your doctorines, we have ours. I will now create a state of mutualy beneficial diplomatic and miltary symmetry." He the took a deep breath.
"Weps, run out all guns, tell all ships to do so aswell.

You just signed your own death warrant. But, take comfort, for that which is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.

"Guns, fire ALL weapons at the lead ship."

"Aye sir."

Dozens of powerful Yamato Blasts lashed through space, as the Terrans unique FTLi system locked the area down. Burst lasers, Grasers, Particle Disruption Cannon, HALO missiles, Hellbores, dozens of different energy weapon types, and several different forms of missiles, including the standoff range laser warheads that typified APOLLO and HALO systems.

There was little hope for a single ship, no matter how large, beset by an entire fleet of Terran and Protoss ships.

OOCV: Va is Virginia. And, Manassas Park is the city I judge "small" by, it literally is the smallest city in VA.

Boats flew from the hulk of the ship, as the remaining crew in the twisted lump of metal desparetly tried to disarm anything volatile. They succeeded, in that the ship was still there and the magazine wasnt, but not in the way they were thinking of.
"Holy shit. We can't fight that. Good thing they just commited a minor war crime."
Eventually, the few remaining crew were evacuated, and the fleet jumped back to a small border station.

In the twisting unreality of warp space, a message was sent to the GFFA, and other powers.

"Attached to this message is a completely uncencored record of all the activities surrounding the recent first contact. As you can see, a Boozian warship, guns in, unprepared for comat, performs standard Boozian procedure of somewhat unfriendly greeting, as the unknown fleet has a substantial carrier battlegroup. They respond in an equally unfriendly, and, on a strayegic scale, equally threatening way. Various other powers send ships with more friendly greetings. The Boozian's somewhat unorthodox commander begins a verbal back-and-forth, and, being concerned that his country (he has a substantial family in nearby space) is under threat, summons local patrols to give his words weight. One fleet runs out their guns. The Boozian, understandably, responds in kind, as the crews innocent lives are at stake. A battlecruiser, without a direct and tactical warning, is fired upon, and many hundreds of crewmen are killed. This is the first death of the operation, and no war was declared, thus, this constitutes a minor attrocity. For the sake of the crews families, I beg you, please halt this aggression. We, despite not killing any of the murderers, will pay reparations to Meihm, and offer free passage and trading to the newcomers. We are preparing an unarmed envoy ship to discuss this with Meihm. Your humble servant, Commodore Dernels."

OOC: There's no ESCAPE. You're locked down under FTLi.

IC:

The Terrans released the exact same information, along with their analyses, and the transcripts of the bridge logs, and transmissions, justifying their actions.

OOC: I did'nt know about the inhibitor, which wouldn't work, since I use a no-demons version of the BFG warp. And it's not enough to say you justified your actions. I justified mine, properly, so you can do it to. And you wouldn't know the exact message, it was on private fequency.

OOC: I did'nt know about the inhibitor, which wouldn't work, since I use a no-demons version of the BFG warp. And it's not enough to say you justified your actions. I justified mine, properly, so you can do it to. And you wouldn't know the exact message, it was on private fequency.

OOC: My FTLi stops any modification of the Real Space wall(ie, Hyper, Warp, Slipstream, etc), meaning that no matter WHAT you use, it's trapped. And, if you'd been paying attention, there is no way to punch anything but a text communication through my less than subtle "Play Heavy Metal at obscene ear shattering volumes on every frequency" jamming.

OOC: The emergency frequency on Boozian ships is designed to not actually take anything without the correct prefix code. Not to mention that if you transmitted the "exact same data", which included audio recordings and video sensor feeds, then you must have stopped transmitting. And, harang me and destroy my sector fleet if I'm wrong, but A) Ret-conning in a FTL-I is godmoding, and B) So is suddenly converting it into a general warp inhibitot. I'm no lore master, but as far as I'm aware, neither Starcraft nor BFG had inhibitors. But, I fuel the OOC fire, I stand inhibited, but not jammed. If, out of the goodness of your heart, you let me warp out, I will not argue.

IC: Very slowly, the guns ran in.
"I am very, very sorry, for what has just happened. I request permission to summon an envoy."
On the bridge, no-one noticed the sudden change of tack. Comms was trying to convince himself that his brother had been on leave. Sensors kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Weps muttered: "It was me, oh my god, I killed them, I ran out the guns and now their dead." The commisar looked straight ahead, grimly. The lieutenant sobbed. The captain just stayed very, very still.

OOC: The emergency frequency on Boozian ships is designed to not actually take anything without the correct prefix code. Not to mention that if you transmitted the "exact same data", which included audio recordings and video sensor feeds, then you must have stopped transmitting. And, harang me and destroy my sector fleet if I'm wrong, but A) Ret-conning in a FTL-I is godmoding, and B) So is suddenly converting into a general warp inhibitot. I'm no lore master, but as far as I'm aware, neither Starcraft nor BFG had inhibitors. But, I fuel the OOC fire, and I'f you satisfy me next post, I stand inhibited.

OOC:

The emergency frequency stands unjammed then.

I didn't Ret-Con it in, I mention it coming up when I open fire. "Dozens of powerful Yamato Blasts lashed through space, as the Terrans unique FTLi system locked the area down." From my post at 6:26.

By "exact same data" I mean the sensor logs and other pertinent information, which I would also have had access to(or, at least my recordings).

And, while SC may not have had Inhibtors, nearly every FT nation has one, and I decided back when I waged NS War 1 that I needed one. Which is the direct predecessor of the system used here.

OOC: I stand corrected about retconning, but I still say that a FTL should have no effect on alternte reality warps. If you have emergency freqency, then respect mine. But It was injust to call it godmoding. Sorry.

OOC: I stand corrected about retconning, but I still say that a FTL should have no effect on alternte reality warps. If you have emergency freqency, then respect mine. But It was injust to call it godmoding. Sorry.

OOC: Quite alright. I just use things other than open frequency's, like whisker lasers. And, it doesn't affect the Warp, it affects the ability of the barrier between Real Space and any alternate dimension to be breached.

IC:

"We are going to take your running in your guns as a temporary surrender. We will also open a gap in the FTLi to allow youer envoy access, at these coordinates. Any attemprt by a warship to move to those copordinates will result in destruction." Thank god that took the wind out of them... We can only pull that trick once in a fight(referring to the barrage of missiles), and now we're all out of missiles on the bigger ships, here's hoping this stays friendly from now on...

At coordinates transmitted by the Terran ship Attitude a small gap in the FTLi is opened, large enough to let an envoy in, and in a position so that the enemy will be forced to run the gauntlet down the Terran Wall of Battle, opening them to the entire fleets Broadsides.

A small No Endorse fleet hypered in at the edge of the inhibitor field, torn from hyper. The exploration commadore was in a ripe mood, cursing the existance of the dimensional wall and screaming at the second in command down on the planet.

"YOU never told us of Miehmish forces in the area, NOR of an inhibitor field. How do you explain your actions?"

There was no reply, besides a single image of the Miehmish fleet destroying the Boozian cruiser, and text saying "Does it look like we can do a feck about it now? You're welcome to try. We'll even film it."

More muttered curses accompanied this arrival. "Helm, how far are we from this cluster fluffle-fest?"

"In sublight? Long enough that my unborn son will hit puberty fore we get there. And our momentum carried us far enough in that it would probably take a year to get out."

"Ask the Miehmish forces to kindly lower their inhibitor, and full acceleration towards them. I want no screw-ups, make sure that they know that we're NOT hostile and would welcome their presence at talks with whatever the Mantis says is down there."

A transmission was sent, and the small group began moving towards the planet in question, quite peeved at the situation.

A small No Endorse fleet hypered in at the edge of the inhibitor field, torn from hyper. The exploration commadore was in a ripe mood, cursing the existance of the dimensional wall and screaming at the second in command down on the planet.

"YOU never told us of Miehmish forces in the area, NOR of an inhibitor field. How do you explain your actions?"

There was no reply, besides a single image of the Miehmish fleet destroying the Boozian cruiser, and text saying "Does it look like we can do a feck about it now? You're welcome to try. We'll even film it."

More muttered curses accompanied this arrival. "Helm, how far are we from this cluster fluffle-fest?"

"In sublight? Long enough that my unborn son will hit puberty fore we get there. And our momentum carried us far enough in that it would probably take a year to get out."

"Ask the Miehmish forces to kindly lower their inhibitor, and full acceleration towards them. I want no screw-ups, make sure that they know that we're NOT hostile and would welcome their presence at talks with whatever the Mantis says is down there."

A transmission was sent, and the small group began moving towards the planet in question, quite peeved at the situation.

A second carefully placed hole in the FTLi was opened, and the coordinates were transmitted to the No Endorsian(Or whatever you call them) ships.

The Comradery exited the warp at the point indicated, and deployed a shuttle craft.

"Requesting permission to land on Meihmian ships."

The Comradery exited the warp at the point indicated, and deployed a shuttle craft.

"Requesting permission to land on Meihmian ships."

Permission granted, you are cleared to land on the Attitude. It's the REALLY big one, at the center of the fleet, please use the aft boat bay, as the for is experiencing some technical difficultiues, and is open to vacuum.

The shuttle set down in the docking bay, and an officer walked down the ramp, carefully scrutinizing his surroundings.

The shuttle set down in the docking bay, and an officer walked down the ramp, carefully scrutinizing his surroundings.

The officer is greeted by Admiral Honor Harrington, 2 meters tall, and well muscled due to her high gravity homeworld, she was an imposing woman, escpecially backed by an entire squad of ACS Troopers.

"Welcome aboard Attitude. I am Lady Dame Admiral Honor Harrington, and I have command of this fleet."

"Greetings, I am Major Grunning, diplomatic corps, and my first and most critical question is, what is your stance on declaration of war?"

"Greetings, I am Major Grunning, diplomatic corps, and my first and most critical question is, what is your stance on declaration of war?"

"It was made the moment you ran out your guns, since we already had our weapons online. In these times a declaration of war is a simple act, and, as far as the Dominion is concerned, your nation is responsible."

I disagree. If you ran out your guns, and then treet our gun outing as a declaration, then we would have been in a position to legally fire before you. We did not, in order to indicate that we wished you no harm. I apologise for the provocative comments of one of our officers. He has recently had his first child, and has, in order to reconcile his duties as a father and a soldier, begun to associate protecting the country with protecting his son. He acted in error, but I do not believe insolence is an act of war.

I disagree. If you ran out your guns, and then treet our gun outing as a declaration, then we would have been in a position to legally fire before you. We did not, in order to indicate that we wished you no harm. I apologise for the provocative comments of one of our officers. He has recently had his first child, and has, in order to reconcile his duties as a father and a soldier, begun to associate protecting the country with protecting his son. He acted in error, but I do not believe insolence is an act of war.

"I ordered my Gunnery Officer to open fire if the ships opposing us so much as twitched, since we had no way to know their capabilities. Your ships twitched, and, in my opinion, given the tone of their previous communications, opening fire was the proper action. I am sorry for the loss of your sailors, but I am less sorry that it ended at just that."

"The grounds of your decision to run out the guns were dubious. We have no social hero complex, we are, compared to many, self-serving. This was common for most of human history. Thus, we make somewhat threatening hailing messages. The make-up of the exploraton fleet could easily have been ten transports loaded with assault boats, ten logistical ships, two post-war colonisers, and a comm ship, as we had low quality intelligence. Understandably, the fleet responded in kind. Then the issue of the commanders family was raised. There was no actual attaack from either side, merely a tense situation. Had you acted as peacekeepers, 9000 men would be alive and well. That is not an exact figure, but close. Besides, your definition of war declaration is unorthodox. We had assumed you would operate like many, on the basic principleas of the geneva convention

"The grounds of your decision to run out the guns were dubious. We have no social hero complex, we are, compared to many, self-serving. This was common for most of human history. Thus, we make somewhat threatening hailing messages. The make-up of the exploraton fleet could easily have been ten transports loaded with assault boats, ten logistical ships, two post-war colonisers, and a comm ship, as we had low quality intelligence. Understandably, the fleet responded in kind. Then the issue of the commanders family was raised. There was no actual attaack from either side, merely a tense situation. Had you acted as peacekeepers, 9000 men would be alive and well. That is not an exact figure, but close. Besides, your definition of war declaration is unorthodox. We had assumed you would operate like many, on the basic principleas of the geneva convention

"We are not signatories to Geneva. Your hostile responses and agressive "greetings" are to blame for this."

"You acted too fast. To run out the guns was an unnecesery gesture. You should respect the policies of those who you aren't fighting. The firing killed men, but had the Commodore replied, much more blood could have been shed. Even if we did cause the debacle, it is we who averted a war. And our own decision to arm was not offensive, but a mutually assured destruction based defense. Our aim was to protect our sailors, not kill yours."

"You acted too fast. To run out the guns was an unnecesery gesture. You should respect the policies of those who you aren't fighting. The firing killed men, but had the Commodore replied, much more blood could have been shed. Even if we did cause the debacle, it is we who averted a war. And our own decision to arm was not offensive, but a mutually assured destruction based defense. Our aim was to protect our sailors, not kill yours."

"Activating the weapons and charging the Yamatos is SOP. If you had returned fire it would have simply washed off of our wedges at this range, and we would have smashed whatever was left. Just look what happened when we attacked to your Battlecruiser if you don't think we could have. You started this by running out your weapons against a superior enemy. Your commodores foolishness is to blame for this."

OOC: Energy weapons under Warp Cannon strength are generally stopped by the sidewalls at ranges over 30k km, Warp Cannon are stopped at any range over 100k.

(ooc: a lot happens while I am in the lab)

Hyperspace was unbreachable at the location the No Endorse ship had called the First Fleet to. Puzzled by this, but not surprised given the nature of the call for reinforcements, Star General Kanya had a whitestar return to where the disruption ceased and it returned to realspace. A message was sent to their allies in the vacinity.

The First Tidani Fleet has arrived at the location requested, but we are prevented from returning to realspace. What is the situation?

The Abh fleet merely sat back and watched as the events unfolded before them. Richard's Chief of Staff, the Mord-Sith Cara, looked at him quizzically. "Are you not going to intervene, my Lord?"

The man only smiled. "Why should we bother risking the lives of our men for something that has evolved into conflict between a nation that has turned coat on us and another that has nothing to do with the Abh? Let them fight and we will deal with what is left."

The small skirmish supsided leaving all allied members entact. "Well it's over. That didn't take long. How disappointing. I was looking forward to a beautiful display of fighting prowess."

Cara squinted one icey blue eye at him. "Careful Lord, you are sounding like an Abh."

Richard stood from the chair and stretched. "Well let's get to what we came here to do. Send a message to the Warshike fleet."

"Yes my Lord."

Warshike exploratory fleet, this is Lord Rahl of the Abh Empire. Now that these recent events have subsided, I would like to carry on with the meeting.

The small floatilla jumped into the system, gathering near the planet in a defensive formation. There was a bried but animated discussion between the commadore and the second in command, ending with a mutual hatred that would not bode well for the latter's future career.

In all, five frigates, two cruisers, a gunship pair, and an escourt carrier jumped in, not much but enough to cause a mess. The carrier moved towards the Miehmish fleet, lowering shields and powering down weapons.

NES Eagle of No Endorse Exploration Fleet One hailing Flagship of Mini Miehmish feet. The No Endorse fleet in the area is insufficient in the area to adequatly provide security for this function. As much as my... dislike of the Empire would tell me otherwise, I feel that military men are mostly the same across the board. With few exceptions, we are honorable, intelligent, clever, and most of all, completly devoted to our men.

We request that you take the main role in providing security. No Endorse ships will provide minimal pickett, keeping our cruisers and carrier in planetary orbit, unless you wish something else to happen to them.

We are both commanders, and we both have responsibilities to our nations and men. I believe that our missions can be best fufilled by cooperation. What are your thoughts?

The small floatilla jumped into the system, gathering near the planet in a defensive formation. There was a bried but animated discussion between the commadore and the second in command, ending with a mutual hatred that would not bode well for the latter's future career.

In all, five frigates, two cruisers, a gunship pair, and an escourt carrier jumped in, not much but enough to cause a mess. The carrier moved towards the Miehmish fleet, lowering shields and powering down weapons.

Reply:

The Admiral is indisposed at the moment, but, I believe that if you take picket duty, the Fleet can dealk with any and all comers.

The Admiral is indisposed at the moment, but, I believe that if you take picket duty, the Fleet can dealk with any and all comers.
Please give my message to the admiral, along with my greetings and sympathies for his position.

War is a bloody buisness. Too bad we can't go back to the old ways, where leaders would engage in honorable mele.

"Fleet, execute command. Sidejumpers at the ready, all weapons to operational. Launch pickets and begin regular sensor sweep. All passives and actives full. Be prepared to relay any vital information to the Miehmish fleet."

The frigates and the pair of gunships dissapeared, re-entering realspace far from the planet. They began a standard multi-planar patrol pattern, crossing their fields of scanning as often as possible. The carrier set loose two fighter squadrons, which sidejumped to farther afield positions. All ships kept their jumpers charged, on standby to return if any pre-inhibitor disturbance was detected in the dimensional wall.

It was the pinnicle of military efficiency, exact turns and a complete field of coverage. Nothing that wasn't one-hundred percent phased out could slip through this net. Ships hopped about in FTL, keeping the net wide but tight.

Wonder what they think of our abilities now? Able to hop about tactically as easy as other ships use sublight, and able to steer in hyper. And if anything happens, they'll see that we fight as if the Gods themselves have descended to the mortal plane.

"You fail to acknowledge a simple fact. You ran out your guns first. Our officer was completely unaware of your capabilities. The average navy officer spends his days fighting system ships in the warlord regions and halting piracy. The idea of anihilating a double shielded battle cruiser would sound like pure fantasy." The major wandered where to stop. He didn't know much about navies, but...

"I find it hard to believe you could launch that kind of salvo on a regular basis. You did not follow-up the initial attack. Had I had that kind of firepower and been determined to destroy our fleet, I would immediately have fired on one of the cruisers. You also still fail to acknowledge that your reason for firing was that you wanted to destroy an aggressor, and yet you were taking aggresive action. You have not satisfied me with your reason for running out those guns. It was far more haotile than mere words. Had we ran out our guns first, you would have run out yours in defense. That is what we did. You cannot assume that only you may take action based on common sense. Everyone involved can see you fired without warning. Had you said your gunnery officer was under unders to fire if we moved, then our running out the guns would have been an act of stupidity. But in those circumstances, the commodore was merely keeping the status quo, not intentionally signing his death warrant. You are steering this conversation away from the heart and soul of the matter: you killed 9000 men whos crime was to act sensibly in the face of hostility. How would you explain the neccesity of firing if those mens parents were here? You have wasted lives."


The Comradery launched a second shuttle, cloaked, which headed slowly towards the exploration fleet. Then another, also cloaked, heading for the Abh fleet. Both requested permission to land in docking bays.

Warshike exploratory fleet, this is Lord Rahl of the Abh Empire. Now that these recent events have subsided, I would like to carry on with the meeting.

Secure message to ABH.
Indeed... Though things are not resolved... Apart from that, will you be sending a single shuttle or a larger ship planetside??

As that message went out, a Nevam skimmer was sent to the already planetside ship. A small, low but efficient vehicle it would arrive in a minute.
******

Above the planet, as the 'skirmish' unfolded, each of the military ships moved to place themselves between the MM and NB fleets, and broadcast the following message on the same channel they had sent their origional message, albiet with a shorter range.

"We demand the immediate withdrawel of every currently external un-fixed gun. Any ships that wish to question this will be fired upon, by us. Every ship that does not comply will be fired upon, by us. All ship's that engage in any further barbarity such as this will be fired upon, by us. We do not know much about this galaxy, but we do not wish to create any conflict's within her border. Our intentions are to defend and ensure that ALL life remains intact."
A pause
"Those ships that fired, you have commited a crime our people have spent a thousand year's to stop, and you fire on them after they do nothing more than you?? We demand you compensate them for the cost of the construction of two ships of identical design. Any other ships who charge weapons, or prepare for ANY militaristic action will result in our Ferl being deployed"
As if in warning, the Di'Aveni Suver began pulsing a light beacon similer to an EMP... The weakest pulse would power down all electric system's and dissipate energy within the system... and then some...

The boozian ships quickly unloaded their weapons.

"You fail to acknowledge a simple fact. You ran out your guns first. Our officer was completely unaware of your capabilities. The average navy officer spends his days fighting system ships in the warlord regions and halting piracy. The idea of anihilating a double shielded battle cruiser would sound like pure fantasy." The major wandered where to stop. He didn't know much about navies, but...

"I find it hard to believe you could launch that kind of salvo on a regular basis. You did not follow-up the initial attack. Had I had that kind of firepower and been determined to destroy our fleet, I would immediately have fired on one of the cruisers. You also still fail to acknowledge that your reason for firing was that you wanted to destroy an aggressor, and yet you were taking aggresive action. You have not satisfied me with your reason for running out those guns. It was far more haotile than mere words. Had we ran out our guns first, you would have run out yours in defense. That is what we did. You cannot assume that only you may take action based on common sense. Everyone involved can see you fired without warning. Had you said your gunnery officer was under unders to fire if we moved, then our running out the guns would have been an act of stupidity. But in those circumstances, the commodore was merely keeping the status quo, not intentionally signing his death warrant. You are steering this conversation away from the heart and soul of the matter: you killed 9000 men whos crime was to act sensibly in the face of hostility. How would you explain the neccesity of firing if those mens parents were here? You have wasted lives."


The Comradery launched a second shuttle, cloaked, which headed slowly towards the exploration fleet. Then another, also cloaked, heading for the Abh fleet. Both requested permission to land in docking bays.

"You are correct. We can only launch that many missiles once in a fight, but the energy batteries are all still available, Yamatos powerful enough to destroy an Impstar with 2 shots, and Burst Lasers to deal with everything else. That was a WARNING. If we had been truly determined to destroy your ships we would have moved from the Battlecruiser to the next heaviest unit, again focusing all of our firepower on it, and so on, down the line until your battlegroup was extinguished. Standard operating procedure, when dealing with an unknown or hostile fleet is to charge the energy batteries and get a passive sensor lock on the enemy. Since the only assumption possible from the information I had at hand, and based on previous communications, was that they were prep[aring to fire, I struck first, and, in doing so showed your ships the foolishness of trying against an entire Fleet. Their crime was stupidity, and following the orders of a fool who let emotion decide his actions, if you do not know the capabilities of an enemy who already has their guns trained on you, it is best not to activate your own. As for the 9,000 dead men, their deaths are not mine to explain, and I will never have to write a letter home to their families explaining how their Commodore got them killed. By rights, that falls to you and yours."

As that message went out, a Nevam skimmer was sent to the already planetside ship. A small, low but efficient vehicle it would arrive in a minute.
******

Above the planet, as the 'skirmish' unfolded, each of the military ships moved to place themselves between the MM and NB fleets, and broadcast the following message on the same channel they had sent their origional message, albiet with a shorter range.

"We demand the immediate withdrawel of every currently external un-fixed gun. Any ships that wish to question this will be fired upon, by us. Every ship that does not comply will be fired upon, by us. All ship's that engage in any further barbarity such as this will be fired upon, by us. We do not know much about this galaxy, but we do not wish to create any conflict's within her border. Our intentions are to defend and ensure that ALL life remains intact."
A pause
"Those ships that fired, you have commited a crime our people have spent a thousand year's to stop, and you fire on them after they do nothing more than you?? We demand you compensate them for the cost of the construction of two ships of identical design. Any other ships who charge weapons, or prepare for ANY militaristic action will result in our Ferl being deployed"
As if in warning, the Di'Aveni Suver began pulsing a light beacon similer to an EMP... The weakest pulse would power down all electric system's and dissipate energy within the system... and then some...

All of our guns are in fixed emplacements. Thery cannot be "withdrawn" and we will not power down until this is dealt with. We also refuse to compensate them, for their hostile speech and their sudden aggressive maneuvers were the cause of their deaths, not our guns. But, take heart, for that which is dead may never die...

"Roll ship relative to the new group, I know we're here to help them, but if they fire at this short range we'll be just as dead as if they were enemies. That which is dead may never die, but rises again."

"Harder and Stronger. Aye sir."

"Nine thousand men! A warning! Couldn't you simply have fired a salvo at empty space? Even if murder is your way of warning, you could have simply attacked a small ship to demonstrate your destructive abilty. You are a murderer. This was an act of war, and yet we did not respond. We prevented a war you almost caused. You kill our men, insult our officers, disobey the laws of most of the galaxy, and claim that you have done no wrong! And when I ask a difficult question, your give me a moronic riddle as an answer. I know why you don't understand why we use hostile messages, why the Commodore did as he did, why the men on our bridge our angry, or why the crews families will hate you for the rest of your life. Because you have no emotions yourself. And though you might be able to destroy a small nation, with a primitive fleet, we have a recording of everything you did. We will take it to all the great powers in the galaxy, and you will will be dragged to justice."

He spat, hard, and walked into the boat. The ramp closed, and it left.

"Nine thousand men! A warning! Couldn't you simply have fired a salvo at empty space? Even if murder is your way of warning, you could have simply attacked a small ship to demonstrate your destructive abilty. You are a murderer. This was an act of war, and yet we did not respond. We prevented a war you almost caused. You kill our men, insult our officers, disobey the laws of most of the galaxy, and claim that you have done no wrong! And when I ask a difficult question, your give me a moronic riddle as an answer. I know why you don't understand why we use hostile messages, why the Commodore did as he did, why the men on our bridge our angry, or why the crews families will hate you for the rest of your life. Because you have no emotions yourself. And though you might be able to destroy a small nation, with a primitive fleet, we have a recording of everything you did. We will take it to all the great powers in the galaxy, and you will will be dragged to justice."

He spat, hard, and walked into the boat. The ramp closed, and it left.

"Keep the FTLi up. Let no one leave."

The boozian fleet entered planetary orbit and requested permission to land the smaller ships.

(ooc: ok then, I'll give it another try)

Eventually Miehmish ships were identified as the creaters of the disruption. A message was sent to the Miehmish fleet.

Miehmish Fleet, this is the Tidani First Fleet. We are responding to a request for reinforcements from out allies. We request that you provide an entry point for our fleet to leave hyperspace in the area. We once fought along side your forces, and though your government has undergone... unfavorable changes, we still have respect for the honor of your warriors.

(ooc: ok then, I'll give it another try)

Eventually Miehmish ships were identified as the creaters of the disruption. A message was sent to the Miehmish fleet.

"Thank you. We will open a new hole for you to enter. Be warned, we will close the hole as soon as you enter."

They transmitted coordinates of a new hole in the FTLi, the only one that remained open, and they closed it as soon as the Tidani forces entered.

The Tidani forces thanked the Miehmish commander, then moved to the spot and in realspace a rift opened. Out of the rift the Tidani fleet poured through, they moved to where the Abh ships were keeping station. They would hold there for now.

A message was sent to the Abh and No Endorse forces.

Greetings friends, I must say we were shocked to find Miehmish forces here. What is going on and how can we be of help.

(ooc: no need to go through everything, just say you explained things to me since I have been watching the thread for some time.)

The No Endorse craft forewarded all pertinent information to the Tidani craft, complete with commentary by several officers on scene.

As they finished, the main cruisers moved to support the Warshrike fleet, keeping far enough distant to hit the Miehmish ships up the necks if they tried to attack the Warshrikes.

Miehmish ships. You are now taking a position to attack those that you had just said to preserve. Is this how your nation honors its promises? Is this how you protect those you've vowed to protect? Is this Honor? It sure as hell isn't for any other standard in the civilised universe.

We simply don't have enough ammunition to even hope to destroy all of your ships, but we have enough to show you why you DON'T turn around right after a fight and start another one. Honor your promises. Deactivate your weapons before those of this new race show you how to.

I apologize to the Warshrike fleet for the necessity of dealing with these people in this manner. These men were once some of the most honorable in the galaxy. I only hope that there is still enough of that blood left in them to avert disaster. We don't want death, there is enough of that in our home. All we want is for these guys to either provide SySec or leave.

The No Endorse fleet adopted a defensive formation and powered down all energy weapons. All shields were boosted to maximum, and torpeedo tubes were armed.

No one would sense any weapons power up, there was nothing to power. All they could even hope to sense was a fleet in defensive mode powering shields for an incoming attack.

OOC: Dude, rolling ship is a DEFENSIVE move.

IC:

Reply:

And how exactly do you expect us to shoot through our impeller wedges? Nothing goes in through it, and certainly nothing goes out. We have kept all of our promises, though we are unwilling to power down our weapons with the hostile Nova Boozian ships still within the system.

@NE We require no apologies on thier behalf. If they choose to remain unmasked, we will be forced to take action. For what is dead and cannot die, still cannot live.

Miehm'ish fleet. You have been warned once. Though we do not wish conflict between our people, or any of those here today, if you do not mask your weapons we MUST follow through. These 'hostile's', as you termed them, have powered down their own weapon systems. Please, we ask you again, POWER DOWN YOU WEAPONS!!

@NB You, also, may land within one Lina of our embassy. Any hostile action planetside WILL result in conflict. Mark our words though, we will ensure they do not harm you, and they should not have fired.

This could take a while to sort out... And the next game was about to come through!! (Even though it was played several year's ago...)

This could take a while to sort out... And the next game was about to come through!! (Even though it was played several year's ago...)

Fine... If you are so adamant as to require it we will "mask" our weapons.

And they did, switching on the various missile launchers and torpedo tubes of the lighter units, as they slowly stopped charging their energy batteries. The Yamatos couldn't be "uncharged" without firing them, but it was effectively impossible to know they were prepared to fire until the nuclear reaction that charged their final sequence was triggered.

A message was sent back to the Warshike fleet.

I will be arriving in a small shuttle. The fleet will stay here in case anything should happen.

Richard hooked the baldrice over his shoulder so that the sword rested at his hip. He looked over to Cara as she made herself comfortable in his vacant chair. "Comfortable?"

She looked up at him with a smug smile and nodded. "Very."

Lord Rahl sighed. "Fine. I'm heading down to the planet now so you're in charge Cara. Hold position here. Keep the peace up here. If they aren't an ally, they execute with extreme prejudice. You think you can handle that?"

The Mord-sith smirked and womped him on the back of the head.

The small shuttle lifted off from the top of the Sylvanna and was escorted to the planet by two gunships.

It seemed that the Fleet was no longer needed here... It was time to take their spoils and leave. The hulk of the Nova Boozian BC was sucked through a Recall Gate, and the rest of the Fleet disappeared, as the FTLi dropped.

The No Endorse ships immediatly reverted back to their patrol patterns, closer in due to the lower mass of ships to protect. A message was sent to the Warshrike fleet.

They're gone for now, but they'll be back. Always come at first in huge fleets like that, they'll send an appropriatly sized fleet at some point I'd guess.

Apologies for the confrontation. We are still adopting a patrol pattern to ensure early warning. All pertinant information will be forewarded to you as rapidly as it comes to us.

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Down on the planet:
Captain Gary Wind watched the compact craft approach in the distance. "Well, at least we know that they have good ground transportation. Wonder what else we'll find."

The Nevam stopped directly in front of the Captain, the back sliding down into a ramp.There was no pilot aboard and as with all the protectorate's electronic equipment was controlled by the sentinent Conrad AI system. As for all the smaller ships wishing to land, the embassy roof (Which was really just the civilian ship after it had... uh... changed a bit) Had transformed into a large series of landing pad's.

With the Miehmish gone, and their FTLi gone with them, a message regarding the diplomatic contact was sent to Aquila.

After some time, a diplomatic whitestar burst it's way into the system. It gracefully glided toward the planet. On board Foreign Affairs Minister, Lan Ohme, awaited the opportunity for first contact.

This is Tidani Diplomatic Whitestar Teladis II, we request permission to land and send our diplomatic representative to the meeting.

Originally Posted by Teladis II to Warshrike embassy
This is Tidani Diplomatic Whitestar Teladis II, we request permission to land and send our diplomatic representative to the meeting.

"Feel free to land, but only 20 personel will be welcomed within the the embassy at any one time. This is naught but a security mesure after the recent events."

In space, the flagships pulse died down and the it, with the hives, made its way back to high orbit above the planet.

reply message:
That will be fine.

The Teladis II made orbit and entered the atmosphere. It landed away from the embassy with the other ships, and Lan Ohme awaited instruction.

The newly launched I.S.S. Aquarius, the second Atlantis class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10177399&postcount=4) advanced command battle cruiser built, cruised silently through a near-by system. Like the I.S.S. Necropolis, the Aquarius was looking through the Milky Way Galaxy for more resources as a nation can never have too much.

I.S.S. Aquarius - Main Bridge

"Captain, we are picking up Warshrike F.T.L. signature in a near-by star system."

"Hmm, I wonder what they are doing in the Milky Way. Plot a course."

"Aye, ma'am. Plotting course."

"Take us into Hyperspace and get us there."

"Aye, ma'am. E.T.A. is two hours at standard sublight cruising velocity."

"Let me know when we get there."

"Yes, ma'am."

Exterior

The sleekly curved form of the Aquarius shimmered and dissapeared as she Phased from Real Space into the murky red-orange expanse known as Hyperspace.

OOC: Warshrike, that edit to the Regional FT map has been made. Just waiting for Imageshack to start working so I can upload it.
Note: The Atlantis class, though smaller, is capable of standing up to and defeating anything below a standard Imperial Super Star Destroyer (ie, no standard Star Destroyer is safe).

OOC: Exellatenday!! And Im honoured... I get a 2nd built ship of the line!! yay!! 8>) And a note to all. The Explorator Council is made up of 10 people. 3 military, 3 scientific, 3 civilian, and... Conrad. Yes, thats right... A machine... And his IQ is probably higher than the sum of every living thing alive... (Think about it...)

IC:To every larger ship(Smaller ships and landers are welcome on the embassy roof, unless they have obsene amounts of weapons...) Which landed planetside a Nevam went out, stopping in front of the envoys in the same manner as the first.

A big, tooled up cargo lighter hurridly made to look as diplomatic as was possible for a squat, boxy, hauler lowered itself to the surface. The real diplomatic shuttles had nose guns for defense, and a turret covering the ramp. Another diplomatic corps officer from Comradery, Major Falkem, disembarked as a small buggy was roled down the ramp. After a couple of minutes, him and his retinue, reduced from from the usual five armed guards to just one. No one wanted to provoke anyone. The destroyers and smaller did not land as had been planed, but merely warped out, leaving the pair of corvettes, but accompanied by the cruisers. This left only Comradery with a minimal escort.

The small Abh shuttle landed on one of the designated landing pads as the Gun-stars peeled off and headed back into space to rejoin their squadron. Thrusters fired to soften the landing while gears were lowered to stabilize ship.

The back ramp lowered and out stepped Lord Rahl. He was dressed mostly in black with a sleeveless t-shirt, breaches, and boots. The only thing that wasn't black was his golden cape the snapped in the wind and brown vambraces on his forearms. The baldrice clicked at his hip while he walked.

His raptor gaze scanned the area and seeking some way into the chamber. With jaw set firmly in place and steeled grey eyes, Richard made his way down.

OOC: The following assumes you still use IoM tech and power systems

IC:

The Terran scientists had taken about five minutes of looking at the captured hulk, before they started laughing hysterically. The nation in question used MANUAL LABOR to power their ships... There was certainly promise in all the wasted space, fill it with Yamatos and Burst Lasers, Grasers and APOLLO Tubes, and there would be alot of hurt that could be wielded by this design. Mount it with a Dahak style AI, and it would be a deadly, self directing, Terran ALLIED warship.

Finally, another series of ships entered the system, more suited to Peace Keeping than System Destruction or Pacificying hostile forces. 12 Battlecruisers, the new, more powerful Coelocanth model, 16 Terran Heavy Cruisers, and one Destroyer Flotilla, 32 strong.

OOC:Peacekeeping?? I would use that to kill something... How much did those all cost you??

Atop the roof, waiting for the arrivals was a tall, anguler faced man with long black hair and dark eyes. He even wore a thick black cloak that swayed in the faint wind. He nodded slightly to Richard as he looked around, yet it seemed he had stepped out of air. Gesturing for richard to follow, he stepped back into it, dissapearing once more. There was, of course, a teleportation device set up there.

Down on the ground floor, at the embassy's massive door nothing moved but the sweeper's and creeper's.(Sweeper's clean mess, Creeper's make it...) Another man stood their as people arrived gesturing them into the massive hallway. His short cut, grey hair showed his age, startling blue eye's slicing through you like a thousand hot knives. The hall itself was grand, red carpet's thick on the floor and the Conclave's(Ruling party) Member's personel icons, past and present, lay along the walls with the Shrike's Talon(National symbol) Hung every ten metre's along the high ceiling.

OOC:Peacekeeping?? I would use that to kill something... How much did those all cost you??

Atop the roof, waiting for the arrivals was a tall, anguler faced man with long black hair and dark eyes. He even wore a thick black cloak that swayed in the faint wind. He nodded slightly to Richard as he looked around, yet it seemed he had stepped out of air. Gesturing for richard to follow, he stepped back into it, dissapearing once more. There was, of course, a teleportation device set up there.

Down on the ground floor, at the embassy's massive door nothing moved but the sweeper's and creeper's.(Sweeper's clean mess, Creeper's make it...) Another man stood their as people arrived gesturing them into the massive hallway. His short cut, grey hair showed his age, startling blue eye's slicing through you like a thousand hot knives. The hall itself was grand, red carpet's thick on the floor and the Conclave's(Ruling party) Member's personel icons, past and present, lay along the walls with the Shrike's Talon(National symbol) Hung every ten metre's along the high ceiling.

OOC: Couple trillion, per Coelocanth, significantly less for the rest. It may be helpful to note that I generally disregard calcs, I feel they make for bad RP. Point is, I'm a major military power(not to be confused with Sith and Chron, the Superpowers). I have 7 fleets, each equal to the one you saw earlier, though 3 are usually all that's active.

Richard followed the man to the teleportation and was transported down to where the meeting should be taking place.

The Nevam stopped directly in front of the Captain, the back sliding down into a ramp.There was no pilot aboard and as with all the protectorate's electronic equipment was controlled by the sentinent Conrad AI system. As for all the smaller ships wishing to land, the embassy roof (Which was really just the civilian ship after it had... uh... changed a bit) Had transformed into a large series of landing pad's.

Captain Wind stepped inside, motioning the other three to accompany him. As the ramp retracted, he watced the frigate dissapear into the distance. Wonder what these guys are gonna be like? Was the trouble we caused up there worth it?

The ship lifted off as soon as the diplomats were away. Back up with the fleet, it held station above the planet, just hanging out.

Onboard several board games were whipped out and cards shuffled. It would probably be a while till talks were done.

Lan left the ship and walked up to the Nevam as it came to a stop in front of him. The pilotless craft opened up and he walked on board. He sat down and the Nevam carried him off to toward the embassy.

Far enough out so as to give the Warshrike fleet time to respond to her presence, the Aquarius Phased to Real Space.

Messages

Tight-Beam to Warshrike fleet:

In the name of the SeaQuestian Empire, I welcome you to this part of the universe. I see you have already met some of the nations SeaQuest is familar with in this Galaxy.

At the end of the great hallway were two doorways. One of which was closed, the other of which was empty. Through the empty door materialised those who had come from the roof. As Richard came through, the narrow faced man spoke in a voice to match the rest of him. "Greetings, Richard of ABH. My name is Amar Siverun, I am the cheif of psychic research upon this expedition. The meeting will begin shortly, please feel free to make yourself at home." He nodded towards a wall which slid up, Revealing a row of soft couches and a a small portion of floor opposite slid open, bringing up platter's of strange fruits, meats and drinks. Amar then moved off to introduce himself to the other arrivals, stating their name and then repeating the same word's as he had before moving off to other's.

Originally Posted by Captain Lauren Caitlin Hornsby
In the name of the SeaQuestian Empire, I welcome you to this part of the universe. I see you have already met some of the nations SeaQuest is familar with in this Galaxy.

"SeaQuestian?? It has been a long while. Greetings, perhaps you would like to join our talks. Of course, our standard rules apply"

OOC:MM I wont send a message to your fleet(They are aware of whats going on already), but you are welcome to send a SMALL craft to the planet to join the meeting.

Messages

In response to the Warshrike message:

Of course I will be attending these talks. We will be initiating landing procedures. Just wanted to give you forewarning as this entails activating some of our defensive systems during the descent through the atmosphere.

Exterior

The Aquarius deployed her Ablative Armor and activated her Trans-Spatial Shields. She then moved towards the planet and prepared to dive into the atmosphere when she was close enough.

Later...

The Aquarius had reached the outer edges of the planet's atmosphere and began to descend. The plasma created by the friction of the shields against the few molecules in her path created a flaming halo around the ship.

Later...

The Aquarius came soaring through the cloud layer after loosing her cape of fire. She began to hover over the ocean nearest the Warshrike 'embassy'. Once over deep enough water, she went nose down and dived right in. She bobbed up to the surface a few moments later. Her armor was retracted and the shields were turned off.

OOC: Meihm, the most manual thing my men do is fix piping, switch wires, and so on. The men maintain the machines, which work the ship. And what is Iom? Also, are you GFFA?

IC: Comradery warped out as soon as the Meihmish fleet arrived, and the corvettes gathered their boats then left as well. One sent a message before leaving. "Peacekeeping? That would require you to restructure your philosophy, murderer."

Back on the surface, Major Falkem arrived at the Warshrike embassy.

Edit: IoM is Imperium of Man, right? I'm not that primitive, my men don't actually have to pull chains, but I'm certainly well below your tech level. Incidentally, according to your tech thread, my battle cruiser is only very slightly smaller than a metal militia two (quantity has a quality all of it's own)

OOC: MM DO NOT REPLY!! I'D LIKE TO NOT HAVE A OOC WAR!! UNLESS IT INVOLVES CHUCK NORRIS!!

IC:Falkem was sent inside with the other guests. A few more people from the protectorate emerged, two from outside, and one simply appearing in the middle of the room. Within the other door was the chamber diplomatic meetings were held, and within were the other four member's of the council.(Including the Conrad relay station.)

OOC: Err...What? If you mean don't reply to me, I only asked a couple of questions. Also, having discovered Meihms tech thread, I have confirmed that a Boozian frigate is (almost) certainly bigger than an Arbiter. Not that makes any differance to the fact that he has Yamatos and half my guns use solid shells...

OOC:The fact you did an entire OOC post is what I had hoped to avoid. You want to spam in my thread, I unleash not only chuck norris, but Mr T. and Vin Diesel too... You have been warned...
Anybody willing can make an OOC thread, but my computer's gone back to being a jackass so I can't. The next person who makes an all OOC post HERE WITHOUT mentioning all SIX of my gods gets their eyes ripped out with a toothpick and used as golf balls...

OOC: You are just being strange. I only made a full OOC post after you made your strange message. You made a full OOC post yourself, you are babbling about random actors, you have grossly misinpertrated the word "spam" and I have no idea who your gods are. Were drunk when you wrote those or something?

IC:(happy?) The final three ships de-warped in Boozia prime orbit, and sent a transmission to the council.

(ooc: MM is a member of the Galactic Empire, not the GFFA.)

At the end of the great hallway were two doorways. One of which was closed, the other of which was empty. Through the empty door materialised those who had come from the roof. As Richard came through, the narrow faced man spoke in a voice to match the rest of him. "Greetings, Richard of ABH. My name is Amar Siverun, I am the cheif of psychic research upon this expedition. The meeting will begin shortly, please feel free to make yourself at home." He nodded towards a wall which slid up, Revealing a row of soft couches and a a small portion of floor opposite slid open, bringing up platter's of strange fruits, meats and drinks. Amar then moved off to introduce himself to the other arrivals, stating their name and then repeating the same word's as he had before moving off to other's.



"SeaQuestian?? It has been a long while. Greetings, perhaps you would like to join our talks. Of course, our standard rules apply"

OOC:MM I wont send a message to your fleet(They are aware of whats going on already), but you are welcome to send a SMALL craft to the planet to join the meeting.

OOC: Small is a relative term. In this case, it'll be either a Grizzly or a Dropship.

IC:

A trio of ships detatched themselves from the Terran Task Group, and headed to the planet, at the edge of tyhe upper atmosphere two of them peeled off, leaving the third to continue down through the air.

Richard ignored the couches preferring to stand but found a glass of water to take for his own. Meat was something he could not eat without experiencing pain but the fruit looked decent enough, whatever it is, and took one to taste while he waited for more to show up.

The small group watched the embassy approach expectantly. It would be an interesting meeting. Tensions at the homeworld were almost at the breaking point, the fate of the inferno was to be decided. It was almost ironic that such a powerful exploration force, for No Endorse at least, was engaging in calm diplomatic talks while soon their people would darken the streets with blood and bile, sweat and tears, debris and empty charges. Planets would be rent, lives tossed to the deep, and stars would run as red as the Dragon's Nest.

What would remain was uncertain, but it was necesary to keep vital functions running even when the future was in doubt. Several soft words from Captain Wind brought the other three to the moment. The craft was nearing the embassy, and they needed to be on their feet. One of the two guards made a last glance at the heavens as he turned back to the job at hand. Lovely sky. Wonder what it looks like over Sanctuary? How many will not live to see the sky ever again?

Captain Wind pulled his cloak a little tighter, ensuring that everyone had their minds focused. "Umm... Computer? Or is there something else I should call you? Anyways, how long until we reach the embassy?"

The Aquarius plowed through the water of the ocean getting as close to the Warshrike embassy as the water depth would allow. Two giant sprays of water flew to each side in a v-shaped pattern as the ship plowed through at a respectable pace.

OOC: Warshrike, I'll let you decide how close the ship can get to the coast (your planet afterall). Oh, and I'm also assuming that your embassy has an ocean view (that way, my guys won't have as far to travel to get to it).

OOC:Hmmn... lemme see... Make it an ocean 2 km north of the embassy. Either post that a nevam went out of walk or whatever. I was just posting an all OOC post to say I dident want them... And I think YOUR drunk if you can think IM ever happy... Oh and warning to all. I like characters with split personality. Having a population of billions this means that they can get pretty psycho...

To NE:"Please, call me Conrad. It wont be long until we arrive. In fact, were already there." The back of the Nevam slid down once more, to see the general grinning at them. He called out "You need to be careful of our Conrad. He's been known to forget things. Please, come inside and make yourself welcome. The talks will begin soon" (Either tonight or tomorrow depending on when I want sleep...)

OOC: The fact that I made an all OOC post after your crazy message still stands. As does all that babbling about gods and actors...
IC:Falkem surveyed the room. Their were quite a few powerful nations present, so the trick was, look nonchalant except were inappropriate. Never reveal the fact that your scared shitless of the prospect of invasion, except to a potential ally with a social hero complex. He grabbed a snack and sat down.

OOC: GRRR!! NO MO OOC!! UNLESS 100% NEEDED!! (or to make something make sense, ask a question about something that doesent or... piss me off... Up to you I spose!!)

IC:The last of the Explorator council arrived, through various means. They circulated around, introducing themselves and their positions. There was the psychic scientist, the biologist and the technologist in charge of the scientific part of the expedition.(I just like 'ists') The military was made up of the general, who was in charge of ground forces, an admiral of the fleet and the captain of the flagship. The civilians were the diplomat, one in charge of colonisation and a referee from the Conclave.(Ill give descriptions either when you ask or when its Needed[i.e. im being adressed by a 'what you see is what you get' judger])

Richard found a pitcher of ice water and refilled his glass. Lord Rahl sighed and plopped down onto one of the cushioned couches. He swirled the liquid contents around in the glass before taking a long drink.

I can't believe I got talked into this by the Emperor. I'm too nice sometimes I think. I hope Cara hasn't killed anyone while I'm away and I hope she is checking in on Kahlan and Cypher. Figures I bring my family to what is supposed to be a diplomatic meeting and I arrive at the scene of a battle.

General Edmund Duke was the first Terran representative to enter. It was his new NORAD IIII that was the Flagship of the Task Group above, and he was followed by the rest of the major players in Terran military and diplomatic matters. Raynor, Mike, Tassadar, Zeratul, Aldaris, Artanis. All were generally large, dangerous, and armed to the teeth, even without any weapons on or about their person. "Well now. Y'all started the party without us." Duke spoke with what have been a southern drawl on Old Terra, and he managed to put just enough into it that you couldn't tell if he was being friendly, or trying to decide wether or not to use your thighbone as a toothpick.

I.S.S. Aquarius - Main Bridge

"Captain, we are as close to the shore as we are going to get."

"Prep a Launch. I'm going in."

"Alone, ma'am?"

"Yes, alone. This is Warshrike's party and I don't want to bog it down with uneeded SeaQuestian officers."

"Understood, ma'am."

Exterior - 1 hour later

A Trident II class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10178056&postcount=23) executive shuttle, one of the two that formed the standard complement on Atlantis class ships, launched from the hanger of the larger ship. It skimmed beneath the waves until it reached the ramp formed by the beach. There, it accelerated as it went up the ramp and went airborned on course for the Warshrike embassy.

When the Nevam arrived at the embassy Lan exited the craft and was directed to the waiting room. There he joined the others already assembled and bowed respectfully to the representatives, then moved over to the refreshment table. He took a glass of water and moved to the side of the room. He did not sit down, his tail and fins made the chairs common with most other species very uncomfortable.

(ooc: ok for those of you who have interacted with my species before or know anything about them, there is one significant change I have made. Tidani are no longer able communicate vocally in any language other than their own. They 'speak' by telepathically broadcasting thoughts into other's minds. This manifests itself as speach in the listener's native language. The telepathic ability is only for sending, they are unable to read minds or anything like that. They are capable of targeting one individual as well, like a whisper, though this can take place at a much greater distance than a vocal whisper.

Their ability to understand spoken languages has not changed. I am indicating this telepathic whispering using ~~. Thank you for your time.)

After a few moments of silence Lan spoke up. "Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I am excited. I love meeting new people."

Richard smirked as he drained another glass of water. "Such naivity is refreshing, but wary about those you meet. I have come to know that forked tongues are common among many races and it is not wise to reveal too much too fast. Calm yourself young one, the meeting will begin soon."

Richard smirked as he drained another glass of water. "Such naivity is refreshing, but wary about those you meet. I have come to know that forked tongues are common among many races and it is not wise to reveal too much too fast. Calm yourself young one, the meeting will begin soon."

"Y'all got that right Rahl..." Jim had moved up fairly quietly behind them, but had no illusions that he'd managed to surprise the War Wizard.

Richard gently set the gobblet down now having his fill of water. Without even looking back. "And you are one of the men from the Miehmish forces. It seems you have me at a disadvantage, a rare thing indeed. You know my name, what is yours?"

Richard gently set the gobblet down now having his fill of water. Without even looking back. "And you are one of the men from the Miehmish forces. It seems you have me at a disadvantage, a rare thing indeed. You know my name, what is yours?"

"Jim Raynor. Men call me The Law. I'm the Provost for the Colonial Militias."

Richard smirked as he drained another glass of water. "Such naivity is refreshing, but wary about those you meet. I have come to know that forked tongues are common among many races and it is not wise to reveal too much too fast. Calm yourself young one, the meeting will begin soon."

"You are very wise friend, but I don't think you would last very long as a foreign minister. To assume the worst can, more often than not, be a self-fulfilling prophecy. My job requires me to meet and deal with all kinds of genuine and deciteful beings every day. I have come to look past the motives and message to the individuality that each species and being brings to the game of politics. It is very interesting to me, despite all the differences we have, that there are always similarities. Though sometimes they are very hard to see. For me the game has become identifying those patterns, the more unusual the subject, the more challenging and fun it is."

"I am also called by different names."

Richard inturned imparted a message in Lan's mind ~I am no minister nor am I diplomat.~

(ooc: sorry, I am still figuring this change out. Regular quotations will be for general broacast which behaves like regular speech. The ~~ quotes will be used only for direct communication to one individual. Again, sorry for the ooc.)

Lan continued the conversation with Richard. ~Politics may not be your profession, but it is clear you are no stranger to its arena. While I am aware of the inheirant nature of all beings in the universe, I prefer to treat each new encounter with a fresh slate. That said, I always suggest to sleep with one eye open, at least until one knows better.~

"I am also called by different names."

Richard inturned imparted a message in Lan's mind ~I am no minister nor am I diplomat.~

"Indeed, Lord Rahl, Seeker of Truth. But I'm not so fancy as all that, just The Law."

ooc: sorry if you mistook the quotes, they were for MM. The line to you was ment only for you. just in case you were wondering.

IC:

Richard laughed and nodded his head. "Indeed." He loosened the baldrice around his shoulder and raised the sword up a bit. "That is why this is never far from me, even at night when I'm with my wife."

He cocked his head towards Jim. "Among others but there is no need to make mention of them here."
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On the Sylvanna, a slight commotion had occured.

"Come back here Cypher!" Kahlan excused herself as she ran through the hall bumping into crew members. The little one had just learned to walk and was already getting into more mischief than his father. He had taken a slight fascination to the garbage shute and always wondered where everything went...

"I swear that boy will put me in an early grave."

Captain Lauren Caitlin Hornsby (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/DragoonKVess/Character%20Pics/hornsby_03.jpg), commanding officer of the Aquarius strode into the room. She had parked and exited her shuttle only a few minutes prior.

ooc: sorry if you mistook the quotes, they were for MM. The line to you was ment only for you. just in case you were wondering.

IC:

Richard laughed and nodded his head. "Indeed." He loosened the baldrice around his shoulder and raised the sword up a bit. "That is why this is never far from me, even at night when I'm with my wife."

He cocked his head towards Jim. "Among others but there is no need to make mention of them here."
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On the Sylvanna, a slight commotion had occured.

"Come back here Cypher!" Kahlan excused herself as she ran through the hall bumping into crew members. The little one had just learned to walk and was already getting into more mischief than his father. He had taken a slight fascination to the garbage shute and always wondered where everything went...

"I swear that boy will put me in an early grave."

"Indeed. So, how arethiungs in the Empire these days?"

The 9 men of the council walked over to the still closed door. At a simple nod from Amar it vanished. Fake doors, a magnificent thing for eavesdroppers. One by one the council filed inside, all but Amar who turned back to speak. "Gathered parties are free to enter now. Those who enter with harmful intent, or to ask us to join them in war, should simply stay here. Those of you that do enter, we will hear your cases and diplomatic stances. Also, if you have books of history we would enjoy a chance to view them. Only by learning of your mistakes can we know you now." He turned back and strode into the chamber, sitting on the ninth seat of the council's circuler table. There was another 30 seats on the table, which itself was ornatley carved to look like a planet. Behind where the council sat was a massive grey block, with the same unreadable letters on it. It was the Conrad AI's database for the voyage.

OOC:Your turn!!

"As they have always been, stable and prosperous."

Richard stood and stretched as the meeting was finally being called to order. He looked over at Jim. "A bit presumptious of them. Perhaps none of us should enter the room then. There is always the chance that you may be called upon to wage war against another. Such is life and life is conflict. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner you step closer to becoming wiser."

ooc: sorry if you mistook the quotes, they were for MM. The line to you was ment only for you. just in case you were wondering.

IC:

Richard laughed and nodded his head. "Indeed." He loosened the baldrice around his shoulder and raised the sword up a bit. "That is why this is never far from me, even at night when I'm with my wife."

He cocked his head towards Jim. "Among others but there is no need to make mention of them here."
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On the Sylvanna, a slight commotion had occured.

"Come back here Cypher!" Kahlan excused herself as she ran through the hall bumping into crew members. The little one had just learned to walk and was already getting into more mischief than his father. He had taken a slight fascination to the garbage shute and always wondered where everything went...

"I swear that boy will put me in an early grave."

Lan noted the subtle gesture. ~I will bow to the experience of you in that matter, as I have had no contact with our... friends from the Dominion. I will keep that in mind, and always be warry of to whom my back is turned.~

"As they have always been, stable and prosperous."

Richard stood and stretched as the meeting was finally being called to order. He looked over at Jim. "A bit presumptious of them. Perhaps none of us should enter the room then. There is always the chance that you may be called upon to wage war against another. Such is life and life is conflict. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner you step closer to becoming wiser."

"Indeed, it's 'bout certain that we'll end up fightin you eventually..."

"As they have always been, stable and prosperous."

Richard stood and stretched as the meeting was finally being called to order. He looked over at Jim. "A bit presumptious of them. Perhaps none of us should enter the room then. There is always the chance that you may be called upon to wage war against another. Such is life and life is conflict. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner you step closer to becoming wiser."

"It is their way," said Hornsby, "and you know what they say about judging a book by its cover."

Then, without a second glance, the SeaQuestian captain strode into the room indicated by the representatives of the Warshrike nation and took her seat.

Lord Rahl smirked. "Should we feign ignorance and proceed like we are old comrades in arms?"

Lan Ohme swallowed the last of his water, then taking the icecube left in his glass he added it into his hydra-recycler. The icy water refreshed him as it circulated his gills. "I have come with no motive but curiosity." He followed the SeaQuestian into the room, where he ackwardly sat down.

Lord Rahl smirked. "Should we feign ignorance and proceed like we are old comrades in arms?"

"Yeah, let's see how many of them start gibbering."

"This is what I get for letting the Emperor talk me into things. 'Go ahead and take the family, it will be peaceful. Oh when you get back you can have a longer vacation.' Abriels are a nuissence sometimes especially when a man has his own planet to run and wants nothing more to do than spend time with his wife and child. First Mord-Sith and now Abriels. I swear the spirits hate me."

He tightened his baldrice down a bit more and snapped his golden cape back. "Well we might as well see what fun can be had from this group." Richard walked towards the chamber with his sword clicking at his hip while he walked.

Jim and the rest of the Terrans fell into step beside Lord Rahl, while the Protossfollowed a bit behind, they didn't share the Terrans sense of humor. Zeratul pausedfor a moment, they would be recieving another visitor soon, one likely to give the stupid Aletrans and their allies fits. The Wraith were coming...

Conrad's voice came up, seemingly from everywhere at once. "No weapons within the meeting hall. This is both for your safety from the creepers, and for our safety. Thank you" A section of wall slid back, revealing a rack to hold various sorts of weapons, few of which seemed usual...

OOC:This was mainly to say... You people take your time in moving room to room... lolz

"Please, call me Conrad. It wont be long until we arrive. In fact, were already there." The back of the Nevam slid down once more, to see the general grinning at them. He called out "You need to be careful of our Conrad. He's been known to forget things. Please, come inside and make yourself welcome. The talks will begin soon"

Captain Wind stood, greeting the General. "Hello, I'm Captain Gary Wind of the NES Mantis, No Endorse First Exploration and Discovery Fleet. This here is my communications officer, and these two are part of the marine detatchment onboard. No weapons were brought except for themselves. I'm sorry if we kept you waiting, we were a little slow getting down here."

He motioned the others forewards, heading for the room. It would certainly be an interesting meeting. Why he was doing this was anybody's guess, but the captain of the point ship was always given this duty. The captain and his three accomplices followed him towards the room. All four hesitated at the door, seemingly unsure of exactly what to do. Eventually Wind shrugged, walking in and greeting various other representatives.

The Terrans managed to rack an astounding array of weaponry, 5 pistol, 2 rifles, 13 knives and swords of various makes, and one grenade launcher. The Protoss racked significantly less, all they had to rack was attached to their bodies, except Zeratul, who racked his blade projector.

Richard's raptor gaze fell on the rack of weapons. "If they are worried safety, then my sword would be the least of their worries."

Without a breath of air flowing, Richard's golden cape began to lift. He strode past the weapon's rack and into the room.

OOC:Ditch the weapon. Trust me. And MM... A grenade launcher?? I mean... WTF?? And yes, I realise the IC bit is a waste of time. Im just really, really bored.

IC:Atop the table, with its intricatly carved mountains and valleys, tiny people barely visible to the eye lived there lives. As they watched the people file in they fell prostrate, worshipping their gods. They began launching fireworks with appeard as little flashes of light and puffs of smoke to the people entering. ((Seriously, someone come online im dying here!! I ran out of webcomics to read and games to beat!!

The No Endorse contingent looked apon the plethera of Miehmish weapons with disgust. Finally, one of the marines piped up, voicing the opinion of the group.

"Why do you need to come here armed like that? Those weapons just increase the likelyhood of you hurting yourself, especially that capsule-thrower. Never trust anything other than your own body."

Lan stared at the tiny beings, but no emotions were evident on his face. "What are they, and why are they living on your table?" The story behind this would be a most insightful look into the minds and culture of these new comers. He was sure of that.

Feilded by the tall, thin man who was in charge of biological matters. His pale skin denoted a life inside of labs and his voice was whisper soft. "They are the Vren. And this is not a table. It is their world. We have nurtured them for millenia as, simply put, their small and pathetic. It is our duty to protect such beings. My name is Gerard Kopin, incase you were wondering." He was the least liked Serrinite in the galaxy, too.

"I assume that this ship has not existed for millenia, as time is not kind to such things as matter. How did you move them around without causing great damage?" As he gesured slightly with his hand, his webbed fingers and finned arm caught the air. On one of the tiny lakes waves picked up, over flowing the shore and flooding a small area. "Sorry."

"Why, gravity stabliser's of course. No matter what happens to the rest of the ship, this room is protected. It is also the reason that Conrad is set in here. Don't worry about that, it's about time for a new flood. And, no, this ship is not that old. It was Conrad's demand we brought a population of them with us. He is a bit of a genius... Not a word, Mewt" The small, wiry man next to him snapped his mouth shut. He loved talking about Conrad, it was best to stop him first.

OOC:Ditch the weapon. Trust me. And MM... A grenade launcher?? I mean... WTF?? And yes, I realise the IC bit is a waste of time. Im just really, really bored.

IC:Atop the table, with its intricatly carved mountains and valleys, tiny people barely visible to the eye lived there lives. As they watched the people file in they fell prostrate, worshipping their gods. They began launching fireworks with appeard as little flashes of light and puffs of smoke to the people entering. ((Seriously, someone come online im dying here!! I ran out of webcomics to read and games to beat!!

OOC: It's usually mounted on the ACS, but he took it off to be polite. ACS are effectively walking weapons platforms with people in them, justbe glad it wasn't a Grim Reaper Heavy Weapons Suit. Then you'd be dealing with something like Hypervelocity Missile Launchers, Flechette Cannon, or my personal favorite, the Terrawatt laser.

IC:

Mike simply laughed at Richards antics, while Raynor and Duke kept walking.

The No Endorse contingent looked apon the plethera of Miehmish weapons with disgust. Finally, one of the marines piped up, voicing the opinion of the group.

"Why do you need to come here armed like that? Those weapons just increase the likelyhood of you hurting yourself, especially that capsule-thrower. Never trust anything other than your own body."

Zeratul stopped to address the No Endorsian, "Two of them are in Powered Armor. We all have some degree of energy shielding. We even provided Edmund Duke with a personal shield unit. The wapons are unlikely to do us much damage, not without excesseive and sustained use by Michael."

"If your shields are so strong and armor so thick, then weapons are still redundant." The marine was about to continue, but the captain cut him off with a hand signal, adressing the Miehmish delegation in a more friendly tone.

"Apologies sirs, however we do question the wisdom of coming so armed. But you have come, and there is little we can do now. Let us swear comradship until the conclusion of this meeting."

Gary Wind held out his right hand, watching for their reaction.

"If your shields are so strong and armor so thick, then weapons are still redundant." The marine was about to continue, but the captain cut him off with a hand signal, adressing the Miehmish delegation in a more friendly tone.

"Apologies sirs, however we do question the wisdom of coming so armed. But you have come, and there is little we can do now. Let us swear comradship until the conclusion of this meeting."

Gary Wind held out his right hand, watching for their reaction.

The Protoss only vaguely understood the human tradition of "shaking hands" but he reached out, and took the Captains hand in a powerful grip. "Yes, lets. Addressing what your marine said, if this were a trap, it would be difficult to cut our way out with armor and shields alone. That is why we came armed."

Cape finally settling, Richard rusted his palm on the pommel of his sword and grunted in disgust at the beings worshipping all in the room. Being worshipped as a god was somewhat disturbing to the man. "Is this really necessary or is it a boost to the ego? It seems more of a hindrence to a meeting of this caliber than anything."

Lan had to agree with Richard, though he would not have brought it up with their hosts during this first meeting. "Perhaps we should get to the point of this meeting."

"That's Richard for you blunt as always. Our intelligence services managed to dig up a bit about the past of the mysterious "Lord Rahl" and according to them he's been like this ever since he started his reasonable fascimile of diplomacy."

A crooked grin creeped onto Lord Rahl's face. "It seems I need to keep a tighter lock on the People's Palace. Just because a huge man walks in, doesn't mean they are a D'Haran."

A crooked grin creeped onto Lord Rahl's face. "It seems I need to keep a tighter lock on the People's Palace. Just because a huge man walks in, doesn't mean they are a D'Haran."

"Just because they are a D'Haran doesn't mean they're huge either. The trick is, if you cannot SEE them, you cannot CATCH them. Ghosts are such wonderful operatives. And sending in a pair of Blood Lords only made it easier..."

"I suppose I should also have a long talk with Cara about her Mord-Sith sisters and Nicci along with the Sisters of Light. Some of our greatest history books are there."

He looked down at the little pigmi people running around and sighed, greatly tempted to increase their stature. "Ah the days before anyone ever realized that there were others in the universe. When your men would die at the edge of a sword instead of in a vaccum. I miss the civilized age."

The Protoss only vaguely understood the human tradition of "shaking hands" but he reached out, and took the Captains hand in a powerful grip. "Yes, lets. Addressing what your marine said, if this were a trap, it would be difficult to cut our way out with armor and shields alone. That is why we came armed."

"A valid reasoning, but one we do not ascribe to."

The communications officer examined the small table-dwellers. He turned to one of the Warshrike representatives. "How long do they live? And have you translated their language? They appear to be amazingly complex for their stature. What is their technology level?"

OOC:May not have time to finish, at school.

IC: "They live for a suprising ten years. Yes, Conrad easily translated them. In fact, our written word is a variation of theirs. They are... not as advanced as us. That's all I can say really.((Think 1990, us, but MINI!!)) Yes, it is about time to get down to buisness. We now ask you to state your standing, within the bounds of reality. Dementia space is fo no consequence."

OOC:Dementia space is a 'special' version of the warp.(As in, it's MINE stay OUT!!)

IC: "They live for a suprising ten years. Yes, Conrad easily translated them. In fact, our written word is a variation of theirs. They are... not as advanced as us. That's all I can say really.((Think 1990, us, but MINI!!)) Yes, it is about time to get down to buisness. We now ask you to state your standing, within the bounds of reality. Dementia space is fo no consequence."

"Amazing!" The communications officer continued to examine the small beings, wishing he could communicate with them somehow.

The captain, however, got down to buisness. Motioning his guards into the hallway, he moved towards the main group. "What do you mean 'standing?' Do you mean location? Or do you mean ideological?"

OOC:May not have time to finish, at school.

IC: "They live for a suprising ten years. Yes, Conrad easily translated them. In fact, our written word is a variation of theirs. They are... not as advanced as us. That's all I can say really.((Think 1990, us, but MINI!!)) Yes, it is about time to get down to buisness. We now ask you to state your standing, within the bounds of reality. Dementia space is fo no consequence."

OOC:Dementia space is a 'special' version of the warp.(As in, it's MINE stay OUT!!)

OOC: DAMMIT! I KNEW I should have sent Braids or Chainer!!! You so much as SCREW with Dementia, and I'll have a pair of Masters on you so fast it'll make yuour head spin.

IC:

"Hmm... Dementia Space... MIKE! CALL CHAINER, OR BRAIDS! NOW!"

OOC:MM five things. 1) Do you just go around stealing cool characters?? 2) Do you like EVERYTHING thats cool?? 3) CHAINER IS DEAD, and I think braids is but cant memba... 4)I wouldent **** with dementia space, it pwns. 5) Will you marry me?? *Doubles over and throws up a dementia monster made of diamond*
Apart from that. Can we go back from the mini people and back to the bigs ones?? And if you havent worked it out by now... They REALLY like Conrad...

IC:A rather... well... fat, flushed looking man, the head of 'civilian and other non combat personnel, items and stores on the greatest voyage of all time' (As HE calls it) Spoke up first this time. "Idealogical, Location and whatever else you can think of. It seems we have a fair few races of a fair few alignments here. Oh, and dont act to friendly towards eachother. Conrad can here you..." He winked, and the council laughed.

Hardly smiling, Richard crossed his arms an arced an eyebrow. "Interesting question. I could give you the D'Haran and traditional Abh view where peace is established through conquering others and bringing them all under one ruler. Can think what you want but it's worked before. In anycase the Abh Empire does not do this anymore since the universe is so grand and they are no where near large enough to start reaching out in such a manner. The Abh keep close allies where they watch out for each others interest. Unfortunatly none of those nations are present today so they cannot attest to this statement. I just suggest not angering them or you'll have a devil to fight."

OOC:MM five things. 1) Do you just go around stealing cool characters?? 2) Do you like EVERYTHING thats cool?? 3) CHAINER IS DEAD, and I think braids is but cant memba... 4)I wouldent **** with dementia space, it pwns. 5) Will you marry me?? *Doubles over and throws up a dementia monster made of diamond*
Apart from that. Can we go back from the mini people and back to the bigs ones?? And if you havent worked it out by now... They REALLY like Conrad...

IC:A rather... well... fat, flushed looking man, the head of 'civilian and other non combat personnel, items and stores on the greatest voyage of all time' (As HE calls it) Spoke up first this time. "Idealogical, Location and whatever else you can think of. It seems we have a fair few races of a fair few alignments here. Oh, and dont act to friendly towards eachother. Conrad can here you..." He winked, and the council laughed.

OOC: I generally accumulate a few characters from every tech base I use. So, I have Tassadar, Fenix, Zeratul, Raynor, Duke, had Kerrigan until I stopped using Zerg, Artanis, Aldaris... From The Legacy of the Aldenata I have Iron Mike, and Little Tommy Sunday. From Honorverse I took Honor, Pavel(I needed a bastard of a character for an RP I'm in), and Hamish Alexander. From M:tG I use Chainer, Virot Maglan, Braids, and the various other Dementia Summoners. I know Chainers dead, but so are half my favorite chareacters, and I THINK Braids survived.

IC:

"We're hidden. ish. If we told you where to find us, then we couldn't trust you, so. As for morals. We follow the law, that's all that matters."

Another grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "I haven't killed you yet, so there is still some hope."

Another grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "I haven't killed you yet, so there is still some hope."

"Yep."

"The Tidani believe in political self-determination, we are peaceful but not opposed to war. We are suspicious but curious. This has led us to a form of isolationism, while still actively seeking to gain knowledge of the galaxy around us. We actively participate in relations with a small group of nations whom we trust, and are warry of most others. Our location is not a secret but we do not wish to simply give it away to those we do not know."

A rather... well... fat, flushed looking man, the head of 'civilian and other non combat personnel, items and stores on the greatest voyage of all time' (As HE calls it) Spoke up first this time. "Idealogical, Location and whatever else you can think of. It seems we have a fair few races of a fair few alignments here. Oh, and dont act to friendly towards eachother. Conrad can here you..." He winked, and the council laughed.

Captain Gary Wind thought for a moment deciding what to say. "The Inferno is many things, and is different to each who inhabits it. That is one of our glories. We believe in personal excellence, the stregnth of our people, the great fire of the Forgemaster in the beginning times, and above all, fanatic and undeterred devotion to any cause worth defending. After all, is not a cause worth fighting for, worth dying for? Regardless of the odds, shouldn't one do what is right?" A deadly, almost crazed gleam swam in his eyes. One did not mess with the Inferno, not on a matter it was dedicated to.

"We believe in no less than complete devotion, mind, body, and soul until you have none of the three left. Unfortionatly, there are some who believe that the Terran race is superior to everything, and the extermination of everything non-Terran is a cause worth dying for. Even more unfortionatly, we have been forced to oblige them to protect many others."

"We exist on the outer rim of our Galaxy, in the shadow of the Eshirian Soverignty among others. We are aligned to the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances, but have ancestral ties to the Galactic Empire. We also have two International Trade Hub portals. And there is not much else to tell."

He handed the representative a datapad, containing information on the Galactic Inferno.

OOC: I generally accumulate a few characters from every tech base I use. So, I have Tassadar, Fenix, Zeratul, Raynor, Duke, had Kerrigan until I stopped using Zerg, Artanis, Aldaris... From The Legacy of the Aldenata I have Iron Mike, and Little Tommy Sunday. From Honorverse I took Honor, Pavel(I needed a bastard of a character for an RP I'm in), and Hamish Alexander. From M:tG I use Chainer, Virot Maglan, Braids, and the various other Dementia Summoners. I know Chainers dead, but so are half my favorite chareacters, and I THINK Braids survived.

IC:

"We're hidden. ish. If we told you where to find us, then we couldn't trust you, so. As for morals. We follow the law, that's all that matters."

Captain Hornsby rolled her eyes slightly before responding, "Yes, but whose laws? Every nation has differing laws in different places. Do you only obey your own rules or the local ones?"

Captain Hornsby rolled her eyes slightly before responding, "Yes, but whose laws? Every nation has differing laws in different places. Do you only obey your own rules or the local ones?"

"THE Law. The only Law that matters."

"THE Law. The only Law that matters."

"Ever consider that this law may be against the local law of the land? Which should take prescident? More often than not, respecting the local law will allow you to gain respect even faster with the locals."

"Ever consider that this law may be against the local law of the land? Which should take prescident? More often than not, respecting the local law will allow you to gain respect even faster with the locals."

"And dealing with them as though our law was dominant makes things so much easier. Interstellar law favors those with the largest guns and most numerous fleets."

"And after seeing the weapon deposit outside, I can see why you favor such laws."

OOC:@ skool agen. happy VD all. Hey MM, dident the protoss PROTECT life, as did their editors, the Xel'Naga??

IC:The data pad was veiwed breifly by each council member, before being placed on the floor, where a small robot came forward and took it to the Conrad mainframe, where download of data began.
This time, the diplomat spoke up. "You speak like a Mitani. The key to strength, is weakness." He gestured to the table. "Would you destroy these beings, simply because you have the bigger guns?? Would you kill your brother, if you were taller than he?? Why, may I ask, does one with such technology act so barbouras?? Were you to use your power for the good of all life, what more could you accomplish than when used to destroy?? Have you not considered that perhaps you will be the smaller race one day?? The one with the less fleets, the smaller guns?? What then, when those who could of helped are dead, by your hand??"
He paused to let it sink in.
"So, what are these 'Galactic alliances' and 'empire's' you speak of?? Why not simply have the one party, as do we. The protectorate brings peace, through power."

"So, what are these 'Galactic alliances' and 'empire's' you speak of? Why not simply have the one party, as do we. The protectorate brings peace, through power."

"Because there are different opinions on who should unite the universe, and how it should be united. We gain stregnth through allies, as we all do through devotion. We unite against common enemies, for common goals, but we maintain our soverignty.

We unite to protect our local laws against those such as Miehm, who would seek to dominate through firepower."

"And dealing with them as though our law was dominant makes things so much easier. Interstellar law favors those with the largest guns and most numerous fleets."

"That's not the law of any nation I know of. That sounds more like the lawlessness of the frontiers."

OOC:@ skool agen. happy VD all. Hey MM, dident the protoss PROTECT life, as did their editors, the Xel'Naga??

IC:The data pad was veiwed breifly by each council member, before being placed on the floor, where a small robot came forward and took it to the Conrad mainframe, where download of data began.
This time, the diplomat spoke up. "You speak like a Mitani. The key to strength, is weakness." He gestured to the table. "Would you destroy these beings, simply because you have the bigger guns?? Would you kill your brother, if you were taller than he?? Why, may I ask, does one with such technology act so barbouras?? Were you to use your power for the good of all life, what more could you accomplish than when used to destroy?? Have you not considered that perhaps you will be the smaller race one day?? The one with the less fleets, the smaller guns?? What then, when those who could of helped are dead, by your hand??"
He paused to let it sink in.
"So, what are these 'Galactic alliances' and 'empire's' you speak of?? Why not simply have the one party, as do we. The protectorate brings peace, through power."

OOC: You're talking to Terrans. Terrans are known for their disregard for life, and stuff.

IC:

"If they cannot build up fast enough to defend themselves, then it is of no matter to us. If we need aid, we have other allies, that think as we do, they will assist us if we need their help. As for the Galactic Empire, we represent them, peace and prosperity through control, and unrivalled power."

"... and complete subjugation. The Empire is nothing more than an alliance for conquerors who can't do the job alone. As long as they exist freedom in this galaxy is never safe. The Galactic Federation wishes to put an end to this galactic dark age. By uniting together power is shared, not taken. That is how we are strong, that is how we help others grow strong, and that is how we can protect the weak when predators come."

"That's not the law of any nation I know of. That sounds more like the lawlessness of the frontiers."

"It is OUR law. If you can enforce your laws over us, then more power to you."

"... and complete subjugation. The Empire is nothing more than an alliance for conquerors who can't do the job alone. As long as they exist freedom in this galaxy is never safe. The Galactic Federation wishes to put an end to this galactic dark age. By uniting together power is shared, not taken. That is how we are strong, that is how we help others grow strong, and that is how we can protect the weak when predators come."

"You speak of rhetoric. Have you ever seen us actually go out and conquer someone? You have not. You are ignorant of matters you discuss. Any one of you could fall beneath our power, if we so desired it, but instead, peace and cooperation is much simpler. We are but the median of the Empire, there are many more powerful than we, would you speak so if Remiel De Drakan was here?"

"And why should I temper my words if you are as you say? I will not be kept silent by threats no matter who they come from, even the Dark Emperor himself. The very idea that I should do so merely proves my point. There is no respect for others in the Empire, only respect for power. And then only until a way to take that power can be found. Your people once thought as we do, and once we fought on the same side."

"And why should I temper my words if you are as you say? I will not be kept silent by threats no matter who they come from, even the Dark Emperor himself. The very idea that I should do so merely proves my point. There is no respect for others in the Empire, only respect for power. And then only until a way to take that power can be found. Your people once thought as we do, and once we fought on the same side."

"Temper your falsehoods then Tidani. You apparently have no respect either, so, take your own advice, hypocrite. If someone can take our power, then let them, we will make it bloody and painful, and perhaps, at the end, the Empire may be stronger from our loss, and the rising of a new power. Your Alliance is bound together in weakness, limited by the strength of the weakest among you, we are not so limited."

Richard took a small knife from his sheath. Discreetly as he could, he cut away a piece of the wood and placed it on the floor. After returning the knife to its sheath, Lord Rahl bent down and cupped his hands around it.

Light began to shine from his hands as the little strip began to grow and take shape. Where the small wooden splinter had been now stood an intricatly carved chair with a high back inscribed with many runes that none their could read but himself as it was in High D'Haran.

Richard sighed and plopped down into the chair. "I hope you don't mind if I sit down. I must come to the defense of a fellow nation here Jim. What you speak is true. We are only as strong as our weakest ally. However, through the alliance we can eliminate the weaknesses by aiding them and helping them succeed. We do not frown on the weaker. We merely give them a helping hand."

Richard took a small knife from his sheath. Discreetly as he could, he cut away a piece of the wood and placed it on the floor. After returning the knife to its sheath, Lord Rahl bent down and cupped his hands around it.

Light began to shine from his hands as the little strip began to grow and take shape. Where the small wooden splinter had been now stood an intricatly carved chair with a high back inscribed with many runes that none their could read but himself as it was in High D'Haran.

Richard sighed and plopped down into the chair. "I hope you don't mind if I sit down. I must come to the defense of a fellow nation here Jim. What you speak is true. We are only as strong as our weakest ally. However, through the alliance we can eliminate the weaknesses by aiding them and helping them succeed. We do not frown on the weaker. We merely give them a helping hand."

"But we are unhindered by those weaknesses Richard. You know just how powerful the Dominion is I'm sure, and remember, we are only the middle of the Empires power spectrum.

"You speak of rhetoric. Have you ever seen us actually go out and conquer someone? You have not. You are ignorant of matters you discuss. Any one of you could fall beneath our power, if we so desired it, but instead, peace and cooperation is much simpler. We are but the median of the Empire, there are many more powerful than we, would you speak so if Remiel De Drakan was here?"

"Does this mean that the cleansing of Thrashia was rhetoric?" The fire in the captains eyes was almost unquenchable. "Does this mean that the many who lived on Thrashia Prime were justly killed? No, they died to serve an ideal, one that you have turned your back on. But have we left the Empire even though we disagree on certain principals?"

"If there was an unjust attack against the Empire, we would come to aid you. But you have done no better to the Galactic Federation. If High Lord Remiel, Emperor and Soverign of the Galactic Empire were here, I would embrace him as a brother in arms and my leader, and then speak my mind of the Empire's stances. It is probable that he would kill me for it. But would not deter any No Endorsian in the slightest."

A calm hand landed on the captain's sholder, cutting him short. One of the 'marines' had heard the commotion, and burst into the meeting room. "Calm Gary, your ferver is misplaced." He lowered the fuming captain down into a chair nearby.

"I apologize to all present if he has offended anyone. I am actually the head of the marine detatchment, not an average Joe. I was afraid this might happen, he is intense in his beliefs. He is by no means an extremist, but he is vocal."

"Please pay his statements some heed though. Thrashia Prime was not rhetoric, nor were any of the attempted conquests of numerous other nations the Empire has undertaken. No one here is afraid of the Dark Lord either, and none here would hesitate for a peaceful resolution."

"Does this mean that the cleansing of Thrashia was rhetoric?" The fire in the captains eyes was almost unquenchable. "Does this mean that the many who lived on Thrashia Prime were justly killed? No, they died to serve an ideal, one that you have turned your back on. But have we left the Empire even though we disagree on certain principals?"

"If there was an unjust attack against the Empire, we would come to aid you. But you have done no better to the Galactic Federation. If High Lord Remiel, Emperor and Soverign of the Galactic Empire were here, I would embrace him as a brother in arms and my leader, and then speak my mind of the Empire's stances. It is probable that he would kill me for it. But would not deter any No Endorsian in the slightest."

A calm hand landed on the captain's sholder, cutting him short. One of the 'marines' had heard the commotion, and burst into the meeting room. "Calm Gary, your ferver is misplaced." He lowered the fuming captain down into a chair nearby.

"I apologize to all present if he has offended anyone. I am actually the head of the marine detatchment, not an average Joe. I was afraid this might happen, he is intense in his beliefs. He is by no means an extremist, but he is vocal."

"Please pay his statements some heed though. Thrashia Prime was not rhetoric, nor were any of the attempted conquests of numerous other nations the Empire has undertaken. No one here is afraid of the Dark Lord either, and none here would hesitate for a peaceful resolution."

"Thrashia was doomed by its rulers foolishness. They tried to BETRAY those they had goiven their allegiance to, in secret, and with the intention of destroying everything that the Empire was. When WE left the Federation, we told you why we would be leaving, and told you EXACTLY where we were going. We also told you trhat we would not make war on you. Thankfully you have not forced our hands into betraying our word."

"Temper your falsehoods then Tidani. You apparently have no respect either, so, take your own advice, hypocrite. If someone can take our power, then let them, we will make it bloody and painful, and perhaps, at the end, the Empire may be stronger from our loss, and the rising of a new power. Your Alliance is bound together in weakness, limited by the strength of the weakest among you, we are not so limited."

"You call me a liar, then you defend those traits which I call to question. If a liar I be, pay my words no heed. If a liar I am not, and you truely do feel that way about your beliefs, then take pride in my accusations. You cannot have it both ways though.

As for our beliefs, we are always as strong as our sum not our weakest link. If you see protecting those weaker than yourself as itself weakness, then I doubt you have made a friend with our hosts. For infact there is great honor in the protection of those who are unable to defend themselves."

"You call me a liar, then you defend those traits which I call to question. If a liar I be, pay my words no heed. If a liar I am not, and you truely do feel that way about your beliefs, then take pride in my accusations. You cannot have it both ways though.

As for our beliefs, we are always as strong as our sum not our weakest link. If you see protecting those weaker than yourself as itself weakness, then I doubt you have made a friend with our hosts. For infact there is great honor in the protection of those who are unable to defend themselves."

"Those who divide their strength are always weaker than those who keep themselves concentrated. We could smash any nation represented here with ease, because we maintain our power together. You are spread, few ships in a large volume. If they cannot defend themselves, they they are not worth our time, unless they show some promise. Your beliefs make you weak, and leaves you militarily vulnerable."

"We are spread no thinner than you are my friend. We all defend our own systems, but will aid any of our brethren who need help and not leave the weak to perish. An army of ants, though itself the weakest of all, is greater than the largest and fiercest predator. I have often heard boasts such as yours, those who can never need too."

"We are spread no thinner than you are my friend. We all defend our own systems, but will aid any of our brethren who need help and not leave the weak to perish. An army of ants, though itself the weakest of all, is greater than the largest and fiercest predator. I have often heard boasts such as yours, those who can never need too."

When there are many predators though, even the most numerous ants may be destroyed. And, in fact, we have numerical superiority or parity with any nation here. Can you field as many ships as the Protoss and the Terrans? Have you as powerful Infantry as the ACS and the Templar? I think not. You have many nations, but we are more powerful than any of you individually. You remember the toll we made the Sith pay when we fought alongside you? 75 Star Destroyers. Compare that to our losses, just 15 Battlecruisers, several hundred fighters, and ONE superdreadnought. What can you do against that power?

"I do believe that we haven't had the pleasure of bringing our forces against yours. In anycase the Abh CAN field a larger fleet than you. However as you said, no one of us can stand alone against the entire Galactic Empire. That is why we form alliances to increase our own power.

If you know so much about my history, then you would know that I am no stranger to fighting extremely outnumbered. And still coming out on top."

"We do not need to be as strong individually, because we do not feel threatened by our enemies and our allies. Talk is cheap, and boasts stem from insecurity."

"It is OUR law. If you can enforce your laws over us, then more power to you."

"Meh, I don't really care. I'm not really in the mood to argue the finer points of legal systems with you at this point in time."

The Captain watched and listened as the others argued and debated.

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Can we get on with this meeting, or are you going to turn this into a free-for-all? You are acting like spoiled children."

"Meh, I don't really care. I'm not really in the mood to argue the finer points of legal systems with you at this point in time."

The Captain watched and listened as the others argued and debated.

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Can we get on with this meeting, or are you going to turn this into a free-for-all? You are acting like spoiled children."

"Would you like it to be a free for all? We are defending our beliefs against baseless accusations. YOU are the agressors right now. Attacking our beliefs, values, and way of life. Recant your falsehoods, and we can return to our discussion."

"Would you like it to be a free for all? We are defending our beliefs against baseless accusations. YOU are the agressors right now. Attacking our beliefs, values, and way of life. Recant your falsehoods, and we can return to our discussion."

"None of that discussion should have even happened. You are giving our hosts quite a poor impression of your nation if you are that easily provoked. I stand by my statement that everyone involved in that petty arguement are acting like spoiled children. And don't try to drag me into it either. Save it for an informal situation later. This is a formal meeting and should be treated as such."

"Would you like it to be a free for all? We are defending our beliefs against baseless accusations. YOU are the agressors right now. Attacking our beliefs, values, and way of life. Recant your falsehoods, and we can return to our discussion."

The captain had regained his composure, the marine commander sent from the room. "Our statements stand. Warshrike knows how we feel on the situations now, let us begin with all feelings on the table. This way they can see everyones true nature, not a falsehood."

Conrad spoke from everywhere, as usual. "You claim you could smash any nation here. Are you not within the ship of a nation here, surrounded by an unknown amount of us with your weapons outside?? Indeed, are you not here to make peace?? Or is your intention to prevent it?? Were you a member of the Protectorate you would of been forced into the *league for such a comment. Our duty is to protect all life, and your words and actions both here and in space have proven you disregard it with a passion. Can we trust you?? Or will your guns turn to point at us while we fight by your side?? This 'Galactic Empire' sounds little better. Tell us more of the 'GFFA' though, it sounds far more pleasent. And, yes, all feelings should be on the table. Yet your galaxy seems fool. Since you arrived you have done naught but bicker among your selves like children over a shrike feather. For all you know we could of assaulted your space fleets and left you stranded here. You know nothing of us, but we now know much of you. To even the odds a small amount, take these" A set of robot's rolled along to each of the assembled persons, each carrying a lameboy sized computer. "Using the language of the datapad we were gifted I have translated much of the history of our people to them. These are for you to keep, no matter how this meeting turns out"

*The league is a very violent prison combat system for the highest offenders.
Note: They do not contain location of Zavvari or any ship/weapon/terraformer desine's etc

Richard took the little computer and laid it out on the table. "Much has already been said about the GFFA. Those of us that founded the alliance created it under the guise that we would help the younger races so that they would mold the future of the universe while us older races drift away instead of grabbing for power. Of course, we also take in the strong as well since military power is needed to protect the those that cannot defend themselves. We all watch each other's backs and form a single defensive purpose should an outsider decide to become imperialistic and ravage the younger among us. Everyone is free to trade as they see fit but nothing is forced. There is no sharing of secrets or technology if it is not desired."

And, yes, all feelings should be on the table. Yet your galaxy seems fool. Since you arrived you have done naught but bicker among your selves like children over a shrike feather. For all you know we could of assaulted your space fleets and left you stranded here. You know nothing of us, but we now know much of you. To even the odds a small amount, take these" A set of robot's rolled along to each of the assembled persons, each carrying a lameboy sized computer. "Using the language of the datapad we were gifted I have translated much of the history of our people to them. These are for you to keep, no matter how this meeting turns out"

The captain accepted the datapad, glancing at it briefly before passing it to the communications officer. "Thank you, we will make very good use of this, adding much to our knowledge of what is truely out there and maybe coming a little closer to the thruth about the universe."

The communications officer hooked his personal pad up to this new one, and began relaying all information to the fleet above for advanced processing. "Well, at least we know that our ships are still up there, they register a posative. And trust me, you don't know as much about us as you think you do. But that will change in time."

"The Galactic federation is much as Richard has said. We are devoted to protecting our own fanatically."

Conrad spoke from everywhere, as usual. "You claim you could smash any nation here. Are you not within the ship of a nation here, surrounded by an unknown amount of us with your weapons outside?? Indeed, are you not here to make peace?? Or is your intention to prevent it?? Were you a member of the Protectorate you would of been forced into the *league for such a comment. Our duty is to protect all life, and your words and actions both here and in space have proven you disregard it with a passion. Can we trust you?? Or will your guns turn to point at us while we fight by your side?? This 'Galactic Empire' sounds little better. Tell us more of the 'GFFA' though, it sounds far more pleasent. And, yes, all feelings should be on the table. Yet your galaxy seems fool. Since you arrived you have done naught but bicker among your selves like children over a shrike feather. For all you know we could of assaulted your space fleets and left you stranded here. You know nothing of us, but we now know much of you. To even the odds a small amount, take these" A set of robot's rolled along to each of the assembled persons, each carrying a lameboy sized computer. "Using the language of the datapad we were gifted I have translated much of the history of our people to them. These are for you to keep, no matter how this meeting turns out"

*The league is a very violent prison combat system for the highest offenders.
Note: They do not contain location of Zavvari or any ship/weapon/terraformer desine's etc


"If you try to eliminate us, or betray us within this ship, we would kill dozens, or possibly even hundreds before being cut down. Now, if you do not act against us, we need never turn our guns against you. Were you to join us, and betray the Empire as Thrashia did, or were you to accept alliance with us and attack our forces, then things would be VERY different. But, we do not relish combat. We engage in it of necessity, and when we do, we utterly destroy what we engage, to prevent being forced to fight again. The Galactic Empire is dedicated to control, peace, and cooperation. If you join with us, your safety will be garaunteed, they cannot keep you as safe as the power of the Empire can. If you desire peace, the Empire is also a good choice. Emperor Remiel is dedicated to the betterment of the Empire. If the Empire is bettered, then the rest of the Galaxy follows suit."

"Did we threaten you, or merely state a fact?? I believe it was you who said you could defeat any nation present. And once more, the picture of this 'Empire' seems nothing like the ideals we stand for. I do not think our people would stand for an alliance with you, for some day our paths are bound to cross. You wish betterment to all only if it gains something for you. We seek betterment. For us, for our allies and for our foes. For all life is revered and is to be honoured. Your actions so far seem to be against all that we stand for. We will not fight you, but nor will we fight for you. We pray only that one day you see what we stand for. For those of you who want aid against those who wish your destruction as a race, we will aid you. For those of you who wish anothers destruction, we will halt you. Balance must be kept, and life must be spared. And you say if we join your empire, our safety is assured. Once more we ask you, what do you know of us?? Our military capabilities?? Do you beleive our entire race is aboard these ships?? Have you even seen us in conflict?? You judge what you do not know. Halt your words or the creepers may remove your tongue."

OOC:Remember, he's a machine. He isnt really able to be scared... If you were to destroy this mainframe there is still all the others in the Protectorate, plue one on the FS and a relay on each hive ship... Anyway, wont be back till sunday. Just bicker. The council is considering all it has heard so far.

Captain Hornsby looked at the PADD-like device she had gotten. She had said her piece and quietly listened to the others talk. She would only speak again if something came up that was relevant.

OOC:Back.

IC:The council bowed heads, murmuring amoung themselves. After a few minutes the captain of the flagship rose and stormed out, the others glancing at each other wearily, before looking back to the guests. Conrad again spoke on behalf of the council. "Please, forgive his actions. He is younger than most of the others gathered here and is quite rash. He lost his wife over this voyage and it seems to have affected him very deeply. He will be fine in about 20 minutes or so. Untill then we call a breif recess." The hall outside once more transformed to host food and relaxation and the council rose, gesturing outside. The fruits and cold meats had been replaced with steaming soups and hotter meats, the sun outside almost set.

OOC:Back.

IC:The council bowed heads, murmuring amoung themselves. After a few minutes the captain of the flagship rose and stormed out, the others glancing at each other wearily, before looking back to the guests. Conrad again spoke on behalf of the council. "Please, forgive his actions. He is younger than most of the others gathered here and is quite rash. He lost his wife over this voyage and it seems to have affected him very deeply. He will be fine in about 20 minutes or so. Untill then we call a breif recess." The hall outside once more transformed to host food and relaxation and the council rose, gesturing outside. The fruits and cold meats had been replaced with steaming soups and hotter meats, the sun outside almost set.

Jim turned to Richard. "It seems we have less in common than I thought. Your allies seem to have little self control, you had best educate them better my friend."

Conrad again spoke on behalf of the council. "Please, forgive his actions. He is younger than most of the others gathered here and is quite rash. He lost his wife over this voyage and it seems to have affected him very deeply. He will be fine in about 20 minutes or so. Untill then we call a breif recess."

Captain Wind spoke what was on many of the No Endorsian's minds. "While I was out here, my wife and son were killed in the Clan War. Her personal craft was vaped by a rebel cruiser. Why they felt the need to hit a twenty meter civilian craft is beyond me. But I hadn't seen her in years, somehow it doesn't seem real. I guess when I finally go home, the empty house will make it."

The communications officer nodded. "My fiancee barely made it out of Avalon before the first attack. And I've heard stories about an area of the place where the shields didn't activate properly. They held in too much radiation, and it literally microwaved people. They needed mops to clean some of them up, and in other areas vehicles had even melted. War is hell I tell you."

Jim turned to Richard. "It seems we have less in common than I thought. Your allies seem to have little self control, you had best educate them better my friend."

"I fail to see how that is relevant to anything we have in common. Unless you are trying to make a correction between the Galactic Empire and this alliance. If that's the case then I overestimated your intelligence."

"I fail to see how that is relevant to anything we have in common. Unless you are trying to make a correction between the Galactic Empire and this alliance. If that's the case then I overestimated your intelligence."

"Because, I'm trying to be reasonably polite. Your allies and this "Protectorate" however seem intent on attacking my nation, our allies, and our way of life. I have no interest in reconcilliation with the Federation in all honesty. Alliance with individuals is my personal preference."

"I have yet to threaten you, but the night is still young. Individual alliances is the personal preference of the Abh Empire as well though it does get a benevolent twitch every now and then. There are those that still need some guidance even if they may not be willing to admit it.

In anycase the Abh Empire won't be around forever, on the intergalactic scale that is. Soon the capital will be harder to find than oxygen in a vaccum."

"Because, I'm trying to be reasonably polite. Your allies and this "Protectorate" however seem intent on attacking my nation, our allies, and our way of life. I have no interest in reconcilliation with the Federation in all honesty. Alliance with individuals is my personal preference."

Hornsby raised an eyebrow at this, but she kept her mouth shut. She had said her piece and stuck by it. In her mind, the others were acting like spoiled children.

"I have yet to threaten you, but the night is still young. Individual alliances is the personal preference of the Abh Empire as well though it does get a benevolent twitch every now and then. There are those that still need some guidance even if they may not be willing to admit it.

In anycase the Abh Empire won't be around forever, on the intergalactic scale that is. Soon the capital will be harder to find than oxygen in a vaccum."

"The Dominion intends to last as long as possible. As for guidance... Guidance is generally given the same way we guided the hostiles earlier. By extremely abrupt and brutal example. Unfortunate, but necessary."

"Oh don't fret, the Abh won't fade away and the military will always be here. If I know the Abriels, the thought of no more conquest is not an appealing idea. Only the closest of allies will know their motives and movements.

I say the sooner the capital is moved, the better it will be for me. Then I can finally enjoy a real vacation. In anycase I could use a drink."

"Oh don't fret, the Abh won't fade away and the military will always be here. If I know the Abriels, the thought of no more conquest is not an appealing idea. Only the closest of allies will know their motives and movements.

I say the sooner the capital is moved, the better it will be for me. Then I can finally enjoy a real vacation. In anycase I could use a drink."

"Yeah... I wonder if they have any Jack..."

"Yeah... I wonder if they have any Jack..."

Wind overheard the discussion about drinks and jumped in with gusto. After all, you could nearly call it a national past time. "Maybe they have some Firewater. If not, I can call upstairs and have them drop us a load. There's little that will burn out your throat like that stuff will. Or the rest of your digestive system for that matter."

He entered the hall with the other three No Endorsians and grabbed a plate, forking some meat onto it.

Lan was quite enjoying himself, though you'd have to know the Tidani very well and very closely to tell. "You've got to be kidding me. The ones who repeatedly declare to us our doom at the hands of their ships if we so much as twitch, and whom has already impulsivly destroyed a ship that was standing down, lectures us on self control? We are engaged in a sociological debate my friend, this is the realm of politics and diplomacy. YOU are the only ones who have made threats, my friends." He got up and left looking as though this was normal for him. Infact, this was generally how diplomatic conferences and government meetings went.

EDIT: (ooc: sorry, I didn't pick up the leaving when I read through the posts.)

OOC:Erm... Tidan... Everyone left the meeting room... 8>) And yes, I have an alcoholic that sounds like a russian Wakka from FFX. Do you have a problem with that??

IC:A young man, appearing about 20, walked silently over to the conversation of alcohol. "So, you uh... Want something strong to drink, yah?? Here, try some of this. It good, strong drink." He pulled several flasks out of his uniform, which signified him as the admiral. "Is weakest drink we make, but still takes little to knock you out, yah." He undid one of the caps, raised the flask and skulled almost the entire thing. Wiping his mouth, he spoke a little more somberely, "You should be careful what you say inside that room, yah?? I don't trust some of the member's on the council, and our Conrad has been screwing up, yah. Is very dangerous. The man who storm out earlier... His wife, dear Helena... Killed by Conrad...So many people, yah??..." He turned away, taking another drink as he began moving off outside

OOC:Erm... Tidan... Everyone left the meeting room... 8>) And yes, I have an alcoholic that sounds like a russian Wakka from FFX. Do you have a problem with that??

IC:A young man, appearing about 20, walked silently over to the conversation of alcohol. "So, you uh... Want something strong to drink, yah?? Here, try some of this. It good, strong drink." He pulled several flasks out of his uniform, which signified him as the admiral. "Is weakest drink we make, but still takes little to knock you out, yah." He undid one of the caps, raised the flask and skulled almost the entire thing. Wiping his mouth, he spoke a little more somberely, "You should be careful what you say inside that room, yah?? I don't trust some of the member's on the council, and our Conrad has been screwing up, yah. Is very dangerous. The man who storm out earlier... His wife, dear Helena... Killed by Conrad...So many people, yah??..." He turned away, taking another drink as he began moving off outside

"I want some Jack Daniels Old Tennessee Whiskey... Or, maybe some Jim Beam. Absolut, Stolichnaya... SOMETHING that qualifies as Terran Hard Liquor..."

"I'd like the strongest stuff you've got. I like your style Terran, even if not your ideology. Toast, aye?"

Richard picked up another goblet of water and dropped a small pill in. It took some swirling but the water finally turned red all the way through. He looked over at Jim and the No Endorsian. "You can keep your liquor. For me, I'll take a bit of flavored water."

With that, Richard brought the cup up to his lips and drank.

"I'd like the strongest stuff you've got. I like your style Terran, even if not your ideology. Toast, aye?"

"Indeed. What's the point of being a dirty, backwoods, heavily armed redneck if you can't get drunk like one? SKOL!" He pulled out his own version of what was once known as "Georgia Mountain Dew", raised it towards the No Endorsian, and took a swig.

The captain grinned at this. "How true. Got some spare of that? They won't let me away with a canteen anymore. They're afraid it'll be some really good stuff."

The captain grinned at this. "How true. Got some spare of that? They won't let me away with a canteen anymore. They're afraid it'll be some really good stuff."

"Hold on a sec... HEY MIKE! You didn't bring yer beer wichadidja?"

"Yeah, whatcha want? I got Whiskey, jin, and brandy, sour mash, tequila, white lightning..."

"Gimme the White Lightning you idjit. We want real liquor." Jim turns to the No Endorsian after Mike tosses him the flask, "Hereyago."

After slamming back a good swig, you could nearly see the tears in his eyes. "Man that's the stuff! Not as abrasive as strait firewater, but she's got a better taste. I'll need to get how you make this from you, tis grand. Those boys back home will love it."

"Speaking of... wonder if Home's even still there? Do you have a communicator on you? That communications officer is still examining those tiny guys."

Richard picked up another goblet of water and dropped a small pill in. It took some swirling but the water finally turned red all the way through. He looked over at Jim and the No Endorsian. "You can keep your liquor. For me, I'll take a bit of flavored water."

With that, Richard brought the cup up to his lips and drank.

Hornsby nodded in agreement and said, as she got herself some mixed fruit juice, "Not only can an acoholic beverage impair one's judgement, which wouldn't be a good idea at an important meeting like this, but there are many drinks out there that are non-alcoholic and quite healthy."

She turned towards Richard, raised her glass, and said, "Cheers."

After slamming back a good swig, you could nearly see the tears in his eyes. "Man that's the stuff! Not as abrasive as strait firewater, but she's got a better taste. I'll need to get how you make this from you, tis grand. Those boys back home will love it."

"Speaking of... wonder if Home's even still there? Do you have a communicator on you? That communications officer is still examining those tiny guys."

"Don't look at me, talk to Mike. As for comms... MIKE GIT SHELLY OVER HIR!"

Hornsby nodded in agreement and said, as she got herself some mixed fruit juice, "Not only can an acoholic beverage impair one's judgement, which wouldn't be a good idea at an important meeting like this, but there are many drinks out there that are non-alcoholic and quite healthy."

She turned towards Richard, raised her glass, and said, "Cheers."

"Ma'am, my judgement is impaired enough by the fact that my wife and kid got vaped. I haven't seen her in two years, and I'm three weeks away from the end of my six year tour. Three weeks until I could stay home and just raise a kid. Maybe get a real job, like selling life insurance or accounting. Yet they were hit so hard by a rebel cruiser that the remains consisted of particulate matter and space dust. Two little sips of this won't change a darn thing, especially not considering how much I've drunk in my day. Drinking is a social thing. I'll even drink to your health juice there." He raised the flask and took another swig before passing it back to the Terran. "Thanks."

He immediatly dipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small silver case. From it, he removed a pill and popped it in his mouth. "Besides, they make things to counteract the effects of Alcohol. Standard for all Inferno personel, keeps you sober and breaks it down fast." He ate some of the food that the Warshrike had provided gingerly, ensuring that it wasn't going to kill him. "Pretty good."

A slight frown appeared briefly on the SeaQuestian captain's face as she heard the No Endorsian's words.

Richard tilted his glass to the woman and took another swallow. He looked over at the rest. "You should try being an Abh and going on a drinking binge. You'll never get drunk. It's genetically impossible for them."

Lan just took some more ice water. Tidani didn't share the human affinity for alcohol. Infact Tidan was a 'dry' planet, which is ironic for a planet 90% water, but when you are underwater intoxication can be more dangerous.

"Ma'am, my judgement is impaired enough by the fact that my wife and kid got vaped. I haven't seen her in two years, and I'm three weeks away from the end of my six year tour. Three weeks until I could stay home and just raise a kid. Maybe get a real job, like selling life insurance or accounting. Yet they were hit so hard by a rebel cruiser that the remains consisted of particulate matter and space dust. Two little sips of this won't change a darn thing, especially not considering how much I've drunk in my day. Drinking is a social thing. I'll even drink to your health juice there." He raised the flask and took another swig before passing it back to the Terran. "Thanks."

He immediatly dipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small silver case. From it, he removed a pill and popped it in his mouth. "Besides, they make things to counteract the effects of Alcohol. Standard for all Inferno personel, keeps you sober and breaks it down fast." He ate some of the food that the Warshrike had provided gingerly, ensuring that it wasn't going to kill him. "Pretty good."

"Keep it man. Mike don't need it, he's got a whole case of the shit back topside. MIKE I SAID GITCHER ASS OVER HIR!"

"Huh? The hell you going on about Jimmy?"

"Cap'n wants to talk to somebody back home, I ain't got the systems for that, Shelly's 'bout all we got with the ability to talk to the ships."

"Oh, right... Shelly, open comms to the ship, get a line to Tarsonis, and then to... Where you want it?"

A slight frown appeared briefly on the SeaQuestian captain's face as she heard the No Endorsian's words.
Wind winked at the SeaQuestian. Normal naval officers would never understand the No Endorse Explorers. It was said that you had to either be mad or desperate to join up, and the former held quite true here.
"Oh, right... Shelly, open comms to the ship, get a line to Tarsonis, and then to... Where you want it?"
"I just want to get in touch with one of my ships, they can get a line with Haven. Unless you can relay the call for me. All I need to know is just that it's there, and the status of the war. Everything past that is just statistics I'll see on the news soon enough."

Wind winked at the SeaQuestian. Normal naval officers would never understand the No Endorse Explorers. It was said that you had to either be mad or desperate to join up, and the former held quite true here.

"I just want to get in touch with one of my ships, they can get a line with Haven. Unless you can relay the call for me. All I need to know is just that it's there, and the status of the war. Everything past that is just statistics I'll see on the news soon enough."

"You just wanna know what's hppening? I can tellya that... I got an update during the meeting. The Cassieopieans attacked you. They fled after War put a fleets worth of Yamatos up the ass of their USD. Now we're chain 'em back home, and we're gonna kill 'em all..."

"You just wanna know what's hppening? I can tellya that... I got an update during the meeting. The Cassieopieans attacked you. They fled after War put a fleets worth of Yamatos up the ass of their USD. Now we're chain 'em back home, and we're gonna kill 'em all..."

"They would dare?! Oh well, I'm sure they'll meet their fate. If they crumple after loosing a single Ultra, then I fear what might happen when the Inferno Navy gets there. Much less if a few allies get involved."

"They would dare?! Oh well, I'm sure they'll meet their fate. If they crumple after loosing a single Ultra, then I fear what might happen when the Inferno Navy gets there. Much less if a few allies get involved."

"Feh, Allies? Who needs allies man? You have the TERRANS. War shot the thing in the ass so many times weren't nothin left but Kython food."

"So Balrogga and Godular got involved too? Interesting..." He took another bite of the food provided, looking for a place to sit.

"So Balrogga and Godular got involved too? Interesting..." He took another bite of the food provided, looking for a place to sit.

"E'erbody joined in. Even fucking CHRONOSIA. The Cassieopieans bit off more'n anybody could chew..."

OOC: Sorry I've been away so long holiday, but I doubt I would of said much. Until the drinking began.
IC: Felkner uncorked a bottle of finest hangman (OOC: Medieval boozian slang: one drop and your dead) and dropped a pill into it, which quickly disolved, before throwing it back in three swigs. He could feel scraps of food burning up in his gut. It warmed the soul. Thanks to the soldiers friend (the pill), he was still perfectly sober. His thoughts were, of course, still on Meihm, the reason he was here. They were: Holy shit. These guys are like Boozians on insane steroids. Hicks, basicly, and, wow, can they drink! That's quality! Not to mention their ultra advanced technology. If we could get over this bad start, we could really identify. There was me, thinking only one nation could run an efficient navy whilst binging. And theres is the powerful I've ever seen!

Carefully, he walked over to the Protoss. Boozians respected the sancity of drinking, and anyway, they weren't going to kill him for sneezing.
"Excuse me, I'm from Boozia, and I was wandering what happened to the hulk of Shirp, our battlecruiser. Is that classified, or anything?"

Okay, he thought, new goal, get in with Meihm. I'm sure there not all like those guys. That admiral seemed willing to talk. It'll help if the GE finally responds to our message and we can join, then we can talk with a tad more impunity.

Conrad came over the speaker's once more. "Attention. We thank you all for joining us during these diplomatic discussions. We still regret the conflict above the planet. Now, however, our decision is made, having looked through the data we we're gifted, among other things. So, here we have several factions of this galaxy. Each different, each thinking they are supreme. Each one, no doubt, has commited crimes in the past. So, we come here and say simply we will not judge the past from this point forth. We will judge you from now. As such, we choose to wish to make our allegence within this galaxy with the GFFA. We wish to make a loose NA pact with the GA. We wish you all to join us for the night's entertainments. We haven't had much time to plan anything all to major, but we pray you enjoy!!"
As if sensing his word's, from through the tele-door, appeared entertainer's of all sort's, from ye olde juggler's to men who sparred with many and numerous weapons. Most moved outside with their entertainments. Soon the other civilians would arrive to eat and enjoy the festivities. The flags on the roof and along the walls shimmered and changed to a sort of TV, to gain feed from Zivvaria and the few 'stations' they had picked up in this galaxy. ((Incase you cant tell by now, everything serves more than one purpose.))

OOC: Sorry I've been away so long holiday, but I doubt I would of said much. Until the drinking began.
IC: Felkner uncorked a bottle of finest hangman (OOC: Medieval boozian slang: one drop and your dead) and dropped a pill into it, which quickly disolved, before throwing it back in three swigs. He could feel scraps of food burning up in his gut. It warmed the soul. Thanks to the soldiers friend (the pill), he was still perfectly sober. His thoughts were, of course, still on Meihm, the reason he was here. They were: Holy shit. These guys are like Boozians on insane steroids. Hicks, basicly, and, wow, can they drink! That's quality! Not to mention their ultra advanced technology. If we could get over this bad start, we could really identify. There was me, thinking only one nation could run an efficient navy whilst binging. And theres is the powerful I've ever seen!

Carefully, he walked over to the Protoss. Boozians respected the sancity of drinking, and anyway, they weren't going to kill him for sneezing.
"Excuse me, I'm from Boozia, and I was wandering what happened to the hulk of Shirp, our battlecruiser. Is that classified, or anything?"

Okay, he thought, new goal, get in with Meihm. I'm sure there not all like those guys. That admiral seemed willing to talk. It'll help if the GE finally responds to our message and we can join, then we can talk with a tad more impunity.

Zeratul turned to look at the small man. We took it. That is all you need to know.

"E'erbody joined in. Even fucking CHRONOSIA. The Cassieopieans bit off more'n anybody could chew..."

ooc: let's drop that for the time being, there's some argument in that thread.

IC: "Well, that ought to end it quick." He continued eating the Warshrike food. However, he nearly dropped the plate in surprise as the walls changed. "Mff! What in blazes? These guys are gonna give me a heart attack! Least they're going Federation, but aye! Conrad, could you warn us next time?"

ooc: let's drop that for the time being, there's some argument in that thread.

IC: "Well, that ought to end it quick." He continued eating the Warshrike food. However, he nearly dropped the plate in surprise as the walls changed. "Mff! What in blazes? These guys are gonna give me a heart attack! Least they're going Federation, but aye! Conrad, could you warn us next time?"

OOC: Don't blame me, I posted that before we started arguing.

IC:

"Yep. Federation. Buncha pansies if ya ask me. Y'all couldn't fight a proper war of Exterminatus if you had Remiel leadin ya by the hand."

Richard smirked as he filled his glass back up.

"Heh."

Y'all couldn't fight a proper war of Exterminatus if you had Remiel leadin ya by the hand.

I know I certainly couldn't. We would never allow such a thing. Nor would we need to, we don't start wars with everyone we run into like some. Lan thought. Then said, "Well we certainly don't have as much experience at such things as you do. But then we ask questions first and shoot later."

OOC:Is there an inhibitor field up?
IC:Felkner sat down and thought about the thing. He didn't know much about navies, but what did they mean to do with the hulk? Melt it down for scrap? Wrong alloys. Refit it? It was almost certainly built in a completely differant way to theirs. Just keep us from salvaging it? Probably.

So now what? It wasn't going to lengthen his career to write a report saying, "These guys have a very overlapping ideology with us, the problem, they killed 9000 men for twitching and one of my colleuges spat in the face of a very senior officer."

And what about the man? If he carried his idea through, Grunning would probably get a mock-up court marshall, be recorded as imprisoned, and given a secratorial job, and perhaps even stamped as somewhat mentally ill on the data file. Alot of Boozian officers got that. It was a tough job, and all the alchohol didn't help.

So, enough about that, who to talk to next. Well, what was their to say? The only people he was even remotely interested in where either the much-used enigmatic elder race or prepared to dismember him for offering the wrong kind of gin. It was here that he began to think about his own future, and specifically, there was no ship to pick him up, and the Meihmish battlefleet was still up there. Crap.

I know I certainly couldn't. We would never allow such a thing. Nor would we need to, we don't start wars with everyone we run into like some. Lan thought. Then said, "Well we certainly don't have as much experience at such things as you do. But then we ask questions first and shoot later."

"Hah. Shoot first, shoot some more, shoot a few more times, and then, if everyone happens to be left standing, we'll ask the survivors some questions. We take fewer losses that way. And to be correct, it's not that you don't have the experience, you don't have the mindset or the capability. You're SOFT."

"So you keep telling us. I will agree with you about our mindset though. We are not xenocidal freaks of nature, and we are quite proud of that point."

"So you keep telling us. I will agree with you about our mindset though. We are not xenocidal freaks of nature, and we are quite proud of that point."

"Maybe not xenocidal ones, but you most certainly qualify as freaks. Technically, even we're not Xenocidal, since we're such close allies with the Protoss. We're just intolerant of fools, and weaklings, such as yourself."

"I did not say xenophobic, I said xenocidal. Meaning one who wishes to wipe out another race completely, not necessarily all other races."

"I did not say xenophobic, I said xenocidal. Meaning one who wishes to wipe out another race completely, not necessarily all other races."

"Wanting to wipe out another race is simply Genocide. Wanting to kill ALL other races because they were different would be Xenocide." Mike absentmindedly reached into one of the poucjhes on the belt of his suit, and withdrew a fishing line, complete with hook and lure, and began dangling it in front of the Tidani representative.

"There are always exceptions to rules, and the Protoss are the exception to your xenocidal tendencies." Looking at the fishing line he said. "Please, we don't need crude tools to catch our own dinner. Talk about weak."

"There are always exceptions to rules, and the Protoss are the exception to your xenocidal tendencies." Looking at the fishing line he said. "Please, we don't need crude tools to catch our own dinner. Talk about weak."

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking that you looked extremely similar to something I tossed back last week. You look like you have a bit more meat on your bones now..."

"Well, if you would like another try... it would be interesting to see how you react to my toxins. One is never sure, but never disappointed." Lan smiled at the Terran.

"Well, if you would like another try... it would be interesting to see how you react to my toxins. One is never sure, but never disappointed." Lan smiled at the Terran.

"Toxins? Sounds yummy... Anything halucenogenic about them?"

"Halucenogenic...paralyzing...the effect can vary. It is one of the reasons we were able to survive and dominate the dangers of the depths."

"Halucenogenic...paralyzing...the effect can very. It is one of the reasons we were able to survive and dominate the dangers of the depths."

"Halucenogens are fun... How do you deliver the poison?"

"That would be giving away too much Terran, I wouldn't want to spoil the rush of wondering." He gave a little bit of a snear. "For all you know, I could have been lying through my gills this whole time."

OOC: Miehm, I repeat, do you have an inhibitor up?

OOC: Miehm, I repeat, do you have an inhibitor up?

OOC: I didn't realize that was for me. Yes, there's ALWAYS an FTLi up when Terrans are in a situation where hostiles may appear unexpectedly.

"That would be giving away too much Terran, I wouldn't want to spoil the rush of wondering." He gave a little bit of a snear. "For all you know, I could have been lying through my gills this whole time."

"But that's no fun..." Mike playfully cast the line in the direction of the Tidani, "No way I can get you to change your mind?"

Felkner left, humming "Onward, Redshirts!", a tune he'd picked up among army enlisted, and entered his waiting shuttle craft. It requested protectorae permission to take off, and sent the Miehmish fleet a message:

This is Cox'n Kulften, Boozian Navy, requesting a hole in the inhibitor field to summon diplomatic vessel.

Felkner left, humming "Onward, Redshirts!", a tune he'd picked up among army enlisted, and entered his waiting shuttle craft. It requested protectorae permission to take off, and sent the Miehmish fleet a message:

Reply: Permission denied. Tell your vessel to emerge at the edge of the field where we may view it. Then we will allow it through.

Affirmed
The Handshake, a frigate sized envoy with an unloaded three gun cluster in the bow de-warped at the fields edge.

The Handshake, a frigate sized envoy with an unloaded three gun cluster in the bow de-warped at the fields edge.

A single hole opened in the FTLiu barrier, and as soon as the Frigate warped through, it would slam closed again, with fatal consequences for anything that tried to follow.

OOC: This is me officially leaving. I'll keep watching, and maybe get involved again later.
IC:The shuttle thanked the Miehmians, and requested permission to leave from warshrike again, before giving up and taking off. It entered the larger ships hangar bay, and sent another message.

Requesting FTLi hole to exit through

OOC: This is me officially leaving. I'll keep watching, and maybe get involved again later.
IC:The shuttle thanked the Miehmians, and requested permission to leave from warshrike again, before giving up and taking off. It entered the larger ships hangar bay, and sent another message.

OOC: Not going to try and use your membership to press for advantage? I'm impressed.

IC:

A final hole was opened in the FTLi. When the Boozians were gone, they would likely be gone for good.