NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: I've decided that my nation has too much wrong with it to retain and I'm reinventing it, simply put. For instance, I wish to discard plasma weapons in favour of Phased Array Lasers, but technologically Phased Arrays are lower tech than Plasma Projection.)

Upsilon Andromedae II, Iota Station.

Dr. Chevalier watched the surface of Upsilon Andromedae slowly turn, it's lush environment the fruits of generations upon generations of research and labour. Now, they were once again on the edge of a technological revolution. The other two planets of the system had long been colonised by intrepid explorers in the ion driven ships of the Commonwealth.

Had it not been for the loss of contact with Earth, they may have never achieved so much - forever an infant suckling on the teat of its mother. Indeed, they may have never come so far had they remained little more than a simple extension of Earth's technological might.

His wrist shook as his digital assistant reminded him that the operation would be commencing in five minutes. Running to the operations theatre, he donned a wetsuit-like medical suit and waited for the extreme heat treatment. The full-body suit completely shielded him from thermal damage, but it was nonetheless disconcerting to be baked clean of dust and bacteria. High powered fans signalled the end of sterilisation and Chevalier stepped into the room where the unconscious patient awaited the surgery.

The testing of the prototypical cybernetic brain were successful, owing to no small effort by Dr. Chevalier, the station medical officer. There were still problems with the automated procedure to be worked out, but there was much rejoicing when their colleague awoke very much the same person he was before. The years of work had finally paid off, and the second Reanissance was upon them.

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40 years later...

Upsilon Andromedae II, Iota Station

The station was abuzz with activity as scientists ran about spreading the news - A guinea pig had just been sent to Lambda Station (at Upsilon Andromedae III) through Hyperspace and had arrived intact almost instantaneously after a time comparison. A second development was that ordinary radio waves could be transmitted through this 'Hyperspace' which had the end result of creating near-instant communications.

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A century later...

Hyperspacing ships were a common sight now, and a brief war between the colonies had made them face up to the reality of requiring a spatial navy. The new Fusion drives increased combat impulse speeds to relativistic velocities and warships policing the starlanes were armed with a combination of Phased Array Laser systems and Antimatter Missile banks. It was also at this time that those responsible for the war were found and shot - giving the people of Upsilon Andromedae confidence that they could enter the universal stage peacefully.

The time had come for the Hakurabi to announce their presence. A hyperwave (Radio through Hyperspace) broadcast echoed through space, a hello to the galaxy.

OOC: Complaints? Compliments? Reactions? Glorified Bumps?

The Nebarri Star Empire, or if you prefer the Nebarri Empire belives your sending of a message acctoss the Galaxy is a danger to yourselfs. as the message may attract the Wraith or worse the Replicators.

(OOC: And now they know. Remember the IC knowledge thing. They've just made first contact with another peoples, and are understandably enthusiastic.)

"We've got a reply!"

"What does it say?"

"They say that we could be attracting unwanted attention..."

"Perfect. Shame it's too late to retract the message. Send a reply."

Hello to you of the Nebarri Star Empire! Many thanks for the heads-up, though if we've already attracted them the only thing we can do is prepare.

We look forward to many peaceable ventures in the future.

The Federation has recieved your hail and replies in turn, we greet you among the stars. We hope our future can be profitable and our nations peaceful.

(OOC: And now they know. Remember the IC knowledge thing. They've just made first contact with another peoples, and are understandably enthusiastic.)

"We've got a reply!"

"What does it say?"

"They say that we could be attracting unwanted attention..."

"Perfect. Shame it's too late to retract the message. Send a reply."

to make contact easier for the both of us we are sending a Cheops class Warship to your planet. do not be alarmed to the fact that we are sending a Warship, for it is old and unarmed, it will be carrieing gifts for your people as a sign of our hopes for future relations

to make contact easier for the both of us we are sending a Cheops class Warship to your planet. do not be alarmed to the fact that we are sending a Warship, for it is old and unarmed, it will be carrieing gifts for your people as a sign of our hopes for future relations

The people on duty at the 'listening post' almost hit their heads on the roof when they jumped at the message. "A warship!" was the almost simultaneous exclaimation.

When they had calmed down, they tapped out a reply - soon after which they attended to the Federation of Amazonian Beasts' message.

We welcome your offer of a spaceborne embassy, if we read you correctly. We would also like to request a set of coordinates for us to dispatch a diplomatic team of our own.

We hope for both peaceful and mutually profitable relationships in the near future.

Added to the end of the message was the coordinates of Upsilon Andromedae, as related to the galactic core.

Next, they tapped out a second reply, this time addressed to Amazonian Beasts.

Hello, peoples of the Federation of Amazonian Beasts. We too hope for an extended and mutually profitable relationship.

after reciving coordinates for Upsilon Andromedae coordinates where sent back in relation to where the Nebarri ship would arrive.

From outside the system, a passing ship, although a 'probe' might have been a better description, received the 'hello'. Of course, it had no idea what was being said to it. Its limited intelligence was such that its vocabulary consisted of one language.
Nonetheless, it was releived to have finally met something. On being sent out the probe had been sure that it was doomed to fly across the Universe at least twice before finally falling apart.
It readjusted its communications towards what it thought was the source of the message and sent for the message with which it had been programmed to deliver, then waited.
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A lone probe appeared somehow within the Hakurabi system and began transmitting from a high orbit near their moon (assuming you have one).

Greetings, we detected the disturbance your signal caused in Hyperspace and tracked it back. We wish to welcome another space faring nation. If you would like to begin First Contact, please contact the Empire and we will send delegates to begin.

DR Scout was traveling trough space, when 'hello' arrived to DRS Ei' Ei' O.
Soldier Q-22 printed it, and gave to his lord EO-1. "We received message from unknown source, milord!" EO-1 moved his body (kind of brain with eyes, mouthes and tentacles, like all DR) to Q-22's office. "Hello message? Oh good! Sen them our welcome letter, and offer them exchange of ambadassors and trade." "As you wish, my lord."

Salutations, Hakurabian Nation

We are DR Corporation, and are offering you exchange of ambadassors and trade. We are masters of biotechnology, and are exporting labour, agriculture and such. Hope to hear from you!

The Alteran cruiser Perennial Adventas spotted the massive energy outburst of the Hakurabian transmissions. The bridge crew was quietly interested in this, although they maintained a facade of conspicuous boredom.

"Commander, we have spotted another race."

"Technological level?"

"Unknown."

"We will investigate. Full speed toward the source of the transmission. Send a message of our own."

"Yes sir."

People of the unknown state. We are the Alterans, the builders of roads, the Gate Builders, the Ancients. We are on our way to your location. We will keep our shields down to show our non-belligerance. Atlantis has been informed of your existence, and my ship has orders to ensure diplomatic relations are started.

The Alteran cruiser Perennial Adventas spotted the massive energy outburst of the Hakurabian transmissions. The bridge crew was quietly interested in this, although they maintained a facade of conspicuous boredom.

"Commander, we have spotted another race."

"Technological level?"

"Unknown."

"We will investigate. Full speed toward the source of the transmission. Send a message of our own."

"Yes sir."

OOC: ...i use Stargate tech, i use Alterans, i build Atlantis citys...

"We seem to be recieving more than a few replies, and even one in binary! I've run it through the converter and it seems they still use an ASCII encoding - It's the only one that makes sense."

Hello how are you we are the Seven Spin greetings and salutations to the meatbags of the star known as Sol we the Seven Spin seek audience with you and request trade of resources we may offer much and have much that we require if any are capable of responding please do so we come in peace. This message will repeat.

"Seems a tad lacking in details, though we can plot the trajectory of the probe and reply to that. We've also recieved coordinates from Nebarri Prime, and I've taken the liberty to send an acknowledgement letter and an envoy to their territories."

<The message was replied to in Seven Spin Clans' own thread>

The sudden appearance of a probe around the large Iota research station was a shock, and caused a general consensus that someone would have to do something about people just popping into orbit.

Greetings, we are indeed endeavouring to make ourselves known in the galaxy, or why would we not be sending a broadcast across the stars?

Next, the Dyik Raah:
Greetings and Salutations, DR Corporation. We accept your offer of an exchange of ambassadors and the opening of borders for mutual trade. We have considerable skill in cybernetics and associated elecromechanical construction.

And Finally, the Gate Builders.

We are glad that such an interest has been taken in our system, and look forward to friendly and long lasting relations.

OOC: ...i use Stargate tech, i use Alterans, i build Atlantis citys...

[That's super. And I should give a damn because...?]

[That's super. And I should give a damn because...?]

OOC: i find it sorta odd to have the same types of tech from two different people who have never met eachother, in the same RP. but thats just me

OOC: i find it sorta odd to have the same types of tech from two different people who have never met eachother, in the same RP. but thats just me

[Yup. just you.]

After a few moments, the probe replied again.

"We would be pleased to open relations with your nation. Please state whay you would allow to visit. We do not want to offend or to commit some sort of taboo when we meet."



OOC:

Will you guys stop it. You are going to disrupt his RP.