NationStates Jolt Archive

In the 22nd century, nuclear war devastated Earth. Many nations built what were called "Arks" - giant sleeper ships designed to colonize worlds far, far away.
The Israeli Ark - which included both Israelis and some Jewish refugees from America - was appropriately named "Noah". But when the Noah arrived at her destination, there were no habitable planets in site!

In desperation, the Noah explored the moons of a gas giant. While orbital scans were conducted of a frigid moon that was about as habitable as Siberia, they discovered another ship, which was scanning an ice-covered moon similar to Europa.

The other ship was the Hejaz, whose crew came from Jordan and Saudi Arabia. At first, it seemed like they would, at best, colonize seperate moons. At worst, they might go to war.

However, none of the moons were habitable enough that one ship could establish a colony. But a 5-year-old girl on the Arab ship had a radical idea - the ships could work together!

Well, the leaders looked at what they had, and discovered that with their combined resources, a colony was feasible.

In honor of their agreement, they named the gas giant "Shalaam" - a composite of the Hebrew word "Shalom" and the Arabic word "Salaam" - both of which mean peace.

The three major moons were named thus:
The Siberia-like world was named Al-Aqsa, after the great mosque in Jerusalem. The deadlock between "Al-Aqsa" and "Yerushalayim (Jerusalem)" was broken when an American Jew pointed out that "Al-Aqsa" sounded like "Alaska". As a cop-out to the Jews, the capital city was named "Yerushalayim".

The Europa-like world was named Kineret, the Hebrew name for the Sea of Galilee. The major city on that planet is Tiberias.

And a third world, a rocky, airless moon, was named Fatimah. Not for the daughter of Mohammed, but for the little Arab girl who proposed the peace agreement.

Hmm, good story so far. Keep going.

((It freakin works. Oh, and think of Dr. Evil with this guy, it's blatantly obvious.))
Bi-Admiral Carl Evil stroked his cat as he stared down at the icy planet. The General-Admiral ordered him to bring his Bifleet-About 100 major ships, excluding civilian ones-To find a planet hospitable and large enough to hold the entire Pananab fleet, as he had done with most of the Bifleets. Carl was a product of the 21st century-A diabolical scientific madman who cyrogenically froze himself until the oppertunity came to take over Earth. By the time it was time Earth was so completely uninteresting that he had no taste for its conquest anymore and joined with the General-Admiral. He picked at his teeth with his pinky and said,
"What do the scans say?" Bi-Admiral asked.
"There are no planets that are hospitable in this sytem, but an icy moon around a Gas Giant has a growing population on it of humans," his Tactical Officer replied.
"Dammit. Oh, well, better start relations, open a hailing frequency."
"Open, sir."
"This is the PBFS Evil. Good god, who came up with that idea? PBFS? That's frickin' stupid! What's it stand for? 'Public Bastardly Fart-Shitters'? Anyway, this is Bi-Admiral-Gawd, I'm going to talk to General-Admiral Stowes about that one-Bi-Admiral Carl Evil, representitive of the Nomadic Fleets of Pananab-Another stupid name-and I would like to open up relations with-Whoever the hell you are."

Continuing the story...

At the insistance of the Israelis, the Shalaam government would have a parlimentary system, with one exception: The President would be the head of state, and would be elected by popular vote.
The first leader elected was Samir Tuzan, an Israeli Arab and former mayor of Jerusalem.
Tuzan served two five-year terms, and was suceeded by Joseph Carter, a New York businessman who had helped to build the gas-mining industry on Shalaam itself from scratch. Known to be hard-working and intelligent.

IC: This is Tel Aviv Station. We would welcome the opening of diplomatic relations with Pananab. We would also like to open trade. If your ships are in need of fuel, we have all the hydrogen you could ever need.

OOC: Just to warn you, this nation's military is made up of mostly IDF veterans. Some of Earth's finest soldiers.

OOC: Are you threatening me? :D
IC:
Pananab is always needing resources, but we make our own fuel-Enough for each ships and excess. In fact, what fuel source does your nation use for its interstellar travel?

OOC: No. I should probably strike that.
For interstellar travel.. We don't do much of that yet. Our sleeper ships were sublight transports. For interplanetary flight, we use the Sakharov drive - a thermonuclear engine. We use hydrogen as a fuel.

Oh, and that little Arab girl? She just became President (this is 15 years after the founding of the colony).

"That's absolutely wonderful, I'm sure. Little girls are cute and all, but taht hardly interests me right now. Anyway, we don't have much of a need for Hydrogen. We have Warp Engines now. You're a bit old-fashioned for the times. But we are short of air fresheners, water, and booze. These guys love their booze."

The long range exploration vessel Arkbird sailed gracefully through the near-infinate depths of space. The original Snake Eaters had left Earth in the mid-21st century, before warp travel was freely avaliable, onboard a cryogenic sleeper ship. Now, though, the nation spanned a dense collection of systems within the Viperian region of space.

The Arkbird was top-of-the-line, and crewed by some of the best in the Snake Eater Navy, all of them professionals who had continued to serve with the Navy once their three year National Service was done. Their mission was to explore the rest of the galaxy, establishing contact with other peoples and making scientific discoveries. They were not conquerers... Snake Eaters was fine as it was, and saw no need to expand. Reflecting this, the Pathfinder (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a6/SnakeEaters/Miscellanious/Pathfinder.jpg)-class vessels were lightly armed, but they were fast enough to outrun enemy ships.

Onboard the ship, Captain Jacob Patton Jr. sat in his command chair, musing about something or other. He was the sun of Fleet Admiral Jacob Patton Sr., Commander of the Third Fleet, currently doing border duty for the whole of Snake Eaters. His son had gone into the Exploration Corps, and was assigned to the Second Fleet, under Fleet Admiral Rommel, the brilliant master tactician who had ensured the victory of Lord President Barbarossa over Damien Constantine some years before. Now, he reviewed the latest command updates, which for him basically entailed continuing on his course for another year or so, before turning back.

As they entered the system in which Shalaam is located, the crewman at the conn spoke up,"Sir."

"Yes, what is it, Ensign?"

"We're picking up energy readings ahead, on the three major moons of that gas giant. Not only that, but a ship of a type we've never seen before. It doesn't register on our ship identification charts."

"Are they armed?"

"Unknown. We're not picking up any weapons, but they could be offline."

"XO!"

Commander Beaumont looked across from the science station, where he had been talking to the duty officer,"Yes sir?"

"What do you think of all this?"

BEaumont took a moment to study the details, and then said,"Science, those new shields we had installed before we left Tiravano. How well would those hold up in combat?"

"They're metaphasic shields, sir. Not designed for combat, more for scientific study."

"Tactical, what about the weapons upgrades?"

"We've got two lateral phaser arrays, in coupling with a bank of pulse cannons on the engines. That's in addition to the forward torpedoe launcher."

Beaumont noted this,"Sir, I would suggest caution. Leave the shields and weapons offline, but be ready to leave at a moment's notice if something goes wrong."

"Agreed. Conn, open a channel."


This is Captain Jacob Patton, of the Snake Eater explorer ship Arkbird. We would like to open diplomatic ties to both the ship in orbit around the moons, as well as with the government of the moons themselves.

Aboard Shuttle One
President Fatimah Orain looked at the communications log. She had been sworn in only yesterday, and she was already making contact with TWO other nations.
Fatimah was headed to Tel Aviv Station, the primary station for Shalaam. They were handling the communications.

Fatimah turned to her husband/bodyguard.
"So, Omar, why do you suppose that we are getting these ships arriving only now?"
"Well, they may have picked up our first radio transmissions. We started sending them out 15 years ago."
The copilot overheard.
"Well, it's lucky that you just got sworn in. We need a diplomat, not a businessman!"
Fatimah blushed. Her claim to fame was that as a little girl, she had proposed the peace agreement between the two ships. For that, one of the moons was named after her, and her political future had been guarunteed. She had just beaten Joseph Caster, the businessman who had built Shalaam's gas-mining industry from scratch. He was back on the gas giant now, doing what he did best.

About 30 minutes later, Shuttle One docked with Tel Aviv station. The station master, Miri Lang, greeted the President.
"Shalom," Lang said.
"Salaam," Fatimah responded. "Where is the comm station?"
"Right this way, President." (Hebrew and Arabic lack words for 'Mr.' or 'Mrs.')
Fatimah settled down at the chair. She began typing the message:

Originally Posted by Tel Aviv Station
S.E.N. Arkbird, this is the President of the Holy Republic of Shalaam. We would welcome the opening of diplomatic relations. We would be honored if you would dock with our station.
ATTACHMENT: DOCKING COORDINATES

"You know, maybe it would be better if I just beamed down to the planet and talked with you in person, would that be OK?"

You have teleporters? In that case, teleport onto the station where I am. Sending coordinates for the cargo bay.

The message sent, Fatimah turned to her husband.
"Omar, take three men to the cargo bay and escort our guests here."

OOC: What you will see when you arrive:
"Four men in black armored suits stand waiting. At their sides are laser pistols. On their backs are what look like swords. The term 'Space Ninja' comes to mind."

Fatimah wants to meet with you on her terms, not yours.

~snip~
The Arkbird coasted gently alongside the station, extending it's docking clamps and coming to rest. The main doors were opened, and a diplomatic party left the ship. It consisted of Captain Patton, Chief Tactical Officer Douglas Sherman, and two Colonial Marine bodyguards, who were out of their battle armour. All of them wore ceremonial dress ((think the Starfleet dress uniform from ST: Insurrection but with the SE flag sewn on in patch form on the right arm)), and the Colonial Marines carried no visible weapons on their persons. This did not mean they weren't armed, but they would turn their weapons over if it was requested.

The message sent, Fatimah turned to her husband.
"Omar, take three men to the cargo bay and escort our guests here."

OOC: What you will see when you arrive:
"Four men in black armored suits stand waiting. At their sides are laser pistols. On their backs are what look like swords. The term 'Space Ninja' comes to mind."

Fatimah wants to meet with you on her terms, not yours.
"Captain, you have the Bridge. Commander, Lieutenant, aaaand you. I don't care if you're not a member of the Military you're coming. Hold my cat."
The Bi-Admiral walked to the Transporter room and beamed down to the planet with the Away Team and his cat.
"Greetings, I am Bi-Admiral Carl Evil, represinting the Nomadic Pananab Fleet."

as the diplomatic nagotiations were taking place an immense ship drops out of hyperspace on the edge of the system.

Anubis turns toward the ships bridges window and looks at the brightly lit moons of the gas giant.

Anubis: Tell me... What do we know about the political situation of this region.

Soldier 1: My lord we know only that this region harbors refugees from earth. They arrived here some time ago aboard sleeper ships and settled on that Gas Giants moons. They are somewhat backwards in technology... and their ideoligies are dangerous to your regime.

Anubis: Send a representative to their leader. A T-76 unit should do fine. Arm it with an Anti-Matter canister. If they turn out to be hostile... Set it off.
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Background info:
Anubis Sokar won the 3rd world war on earth and assimilated the planets remaining nations. Anubis the nations leader immortalized himself by transplating his mind into a prosthetic body. However he found it highly inefficient. His next step was too ascend into a being of pure energy. Using advanced technology and hundereds of billions of Anubian Dollars worth of research he did this. Anubis became a God.

The people of Anubis Sokar are cybernetically augmented at birth and are essentially mindslaves. 80% of the population is in the Military and Anubis Sokar conquered 28.9% of the Milky Way Galaxy to date.

Anubis has even conquered a few alien civilizations and assimilated their technologies. Now his views are turned toward the fledgeling nations of the Milky Way. Although Anubis claims to be a God his nation is devoutly Atheist as Anubis claims that he does not wish to be worshipped. He says that worship of a God even one that is real and visible weakens the mind and promotes dangerous ideoligies, his greatest fear is people breaking free of his system and looking to religion in a rebellion. So far the secret police have quelled any religious uprisings in the region of space controlled by Anubis. Because the Nations he is now approaching are such devout countries he takes extreme caution to keep this corospondence secret from the people of Anubis Sokar. Anubis is trying to be as peaceful as possible in this first contact. Unfortunetly his methods may seem hostile as his emsisarries are usually machines designed for war. Anubis doesnt like training diplomats.

Tag for later involvement

-For the T-76 think the Machine UN representitive from the Animatrix/Borg-
A huge vessel (resembling an imperial star destroyer but wider with a blade like bow) looms over Tel Aviv station. Suddenly a pod fires from its hanger bay and punctures Tel Avivs hanger. A humanoid machine with multiple red mechanical eyes crawls out of the pod as pressure is restored inside the hanger bay. The T-76 begins making its way too the bridge.

OOC:
To Anubis Sokar:
No roleplaying my people! You control the robot. I control my people.
Oh, and Shalaam has more technology than you might think. They just don't have the industry. Their main failing is FTL - they don't have any.

Finally, don't bother trying to assimilate Shalaam. If Anubis claims to be a god, then Shalaam will NEVER serve him - that would be idolatry (we're talking Jews and Muslims here). He'll get an alliance AT BEST.

Anubis Sokar, please redo all your posts. I will ignore you if you do not.

To everyone:
If you read the thread carefully, the meeting is on Tel Aviv Station, NOT on the planet. President Fatimah is on the station, so if you want to meet the Boss, Tel Aviv Station is the place to be.

IC:
The Airlock
Miri Lang stepped forward to greet the Snake Eater captain.
"Greetings, I am Miri Lang, station master. Welcome to Tel Aviv station. Follow me."

The cargo bay
An armored guard stepped forward.
"I am Lt. Omar Orain, bodyguard to President Fatimah. Please, follow me."

IC:
The Airlock
Miri Lang stepped forward to greet the Snake Eater captain.
"Greetings, I am Miri Lang, station master. Welcome to Tel Aviv station. Follow me."

OOC: I would suggest you ignore Anubis Sokar. Reading his posts, they are full of godmods. Ignore him if he continues to act up. If he keeps doing it, then report him to the mods.

IC: "Captain Jacob Patton, the Arkbird."

The party followed her to wherever it was that they were going.

The robot is now at the door to the bridge. It sees a guard and quickly disposes of him with a plasma pulse which knocks the guard unconcious but not dead. It begins sawing open the door to the bridge with a laser. (matrix sentinal style/ lightsaber style)

The door is now cut open and the machine faces the leaders. It freezes and a hologram of a figure dressed in a black hooded cloak and black metal armour with no visible face sitting on a metal throne is projected from one of its eyes.
Figure: Greetings I am Anubis the leader of the Mighty Empire Of Anubis Sokar. And you are?

The Admiral followed the Lieutenent, stroking his white, furry cat, wondering why he even bothered with contacting these out-of-date people.

OOC: Yeah, I just put Anubis on my ignore list. This is my first FT nation (perhaps that should be NFT, since Shalaam isn't that advanced), so thanks for the warning.

IC: Lang and Omar escorted their respective guests to the comm center, where they were met by President Fatimah Orain.

OOC: Uh-oh, we have a problem! I doubt Orain speaks English!

Any of you guys fluent in Arabic or Hebrew?

OOC: Yeah, I just put Anubis on my ignore list. This is my first FT nation (perhaps that should be NFT, since Shalaam isn't that advanced), so thanks for the warning.

IC: Lang and Omar escorted their respective guests to the comm center, where they were met by President Fatimah Orain.

OOC: Uh-oh, we have a problem! I doubt Orain speaks English!

Any of you guys fluent in Arabic or Hebrew?
OOC: You don't need to worry about that. If they are speaking in foriegn language, you can put it in italics or a different colour. All my men are carrying a universal translator through their intravenous nanomachines (it's a Snake thing really)), so they'll be able to understand and respond.

The Nanic Raider detected emmisions from a solar system in the region that in previous years had not had such emissions.

Radio scatter, and thermal radiation.

There were also signs of spacefiaring technology.

The Raider, NefelHelm was only a frigate and had not expected to encounter anyone.

It dropped from dimensional cloak with its drives primed for a quick leap to Higher Space.

Nanic, were not ashamed of running.


Greatings, We are Nanic

The Message was simple and to the point.
First protocal, identify yourself.
Second protocal, access threat.

OOC: Yeah, I just put Anubis on my ignore list. This is my first FT nation (perhaps that should be NFT, since Shalaam isn't that advanced), so thanks for the warning.

IC: Lang and Omar escorted their respective guests to the comm center, where they were met by President Fatimah Orain.

OOC: Uh-oh, we have a problem! I doubt Orain speaks English!

Any of you guys fluent in Arabic or Hebrew?
((Hmm...I could get someone off of the ship.))