NationStates Jolt Archive

(ooc: this is an open post. I'll be posting 'episodes', which anyone
can join. I'll be using this to form alliances with or make
enemies of other nations. Note: this is based on Star Trek's
original series.)


Transmit File: 1202-554
File Open:
Stardate 3477.3
Command Update:
StarFleet Command has announced the launch of the Deep Space
Exploration Program. The program's main goals are to discover
new civilizations and new forms of life, as well as planets to
colonize. The DSEP will be centered around the missions of
the new Constitution-class starships. Classified as heavy
crusiors, these new vessels feature 14 science labs and state-
of-the-art durotronic computers. As the most powerfull ships
in the fleet, they will also serve as our first line of defense
against any aggressor race. Their voyages will pave the way
for future expansion of the Terren race.
End File:

Episode 1: First Contact

Ships's Log, C.S.S. Enterprise / Captain Robert April
Stardate 3542.7:
The Enterprise has been assigned to map system J- 327 and search for class-M planets that can support
Terren colonies.

"Bridge to Captain."
Robert April stops typing in his log and looks up to the
ceiling, saying "April here."
"Sir, we are recieving a distress call from the scout ship
Trenton. They claim to be under attack by an unknown
vessel." That was all April needed to hear. "Set course for the
Trenton's last known position, maximum warp," he
ordered. "And go to Red Alert. I'm on my way." The ship turns
around and jumps to warp speed.

"Report!" yells Captain Kor, master of the Klingon
battlecruisor Vengence. "Unknown ship's weapons are down."
replies an officer. "Targeting engines now." "Fire!" Kor
shouts. A torpedo bursts from the prow of the Klingon ship
and slams into the Terren scout ship. "Direct hit! They're
disabled!" reports the officer. Kor orders,"Open a channel.
This is Captain Kor of the Klingon Empire. You are
defenseless. Identify yourself, or be destroyed!"

Onboard the Trenton...

Smoke fills the bridge. Disbris is everyware. The body of
a young ensign lies motionless on the helm console.
Commander McAfee presses the comm button on his chair. "This
is Commander John McAfee, of the Terren vessel Trenton.
We are on a peacefull mission of science. Why have you attacked
us?"

"The Klingon Empire claims this system. Surrender your ship or be destroyed!"
Captain Kor then sits back in his chair and laughs. "What kind of race builds so pitiful ships. It's no better than a garbage scow!"
His crew laughs along with him. "Ready torpedos. Prepare to fire!"

I.S.S. Necropolis - Bridge

"Status."

"The unidentified Klingon ship is apparently attacking a scout from a second unkown nation, sir."

"Have they detected the probe?"

"No, probe's phase cloak is holding."

"Good. Engage our phase cloak and take us to the planet in question."

"Aye, sir. E.T.A. is an hour at most from our present position."

Exterior

In far orbit of the outermost planet in the star system, the large angular form of the Necropolis class (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Schematics/aphosship.jpg) heavy warship, currently the only one in existance in the Imperial Navy after the only shipyard capable of building these three kilometer diameter ships on any scale were captured by the Macronesian Alliance, dissapeared as she Phased into Hyperspace and then engaged her Phase Cloak.

OOC: Hope ya'll don't mind if I get involved...

IC:

The Spartan-class battlecruiser Vitality and it's two frigate escorts made a slow sweep of the system, still some ways away from the scene of the action, on routine scouting when sensors picked something up.

"Picking up weapon emissions, Captain."
"Aye, Lieutenant Henderson, report."
"Klingon in origin...torpedo fire, it appears, possibly disruptor fire as well."
"Any reports on a victim?"
"Unidentified, captain, we could bring the two frigates in for a closer look."
"Negative, Lieutenant, we're only a three-ship squadron and I don't want to lose anything."
"Aye sir...shall we send out anything to see?"
"We'll micro-jump a little closer and send out a fighter to see what's up."
"Aye sir."

The Vitality hailed to it's two companion ships, then all three emerged into hyperspace, making a short hop across the system.

The VCD Excalibur drifted through Hyperspace with Abh Jedi knight Jessica sitting at the helm of the ship. She was heading back to the Empire from some final training on a desolate planet. An older man stood up from his chair at a counsel and walked over to the woman. "Excuse me madam but we have detected a few disturbances."

Jessica sighed as she stroked her long blue pony tail that rested over her chest. "Number of ships?"

"At least three miss."

The woman nodded as her eyelids covered golden brow orbs. "Make the jump in and let's see what we can find out."

onboard the I.N.S. Thor a 2 Kilometer long O'Neill class Warship, the Trentons distress call was picked up.

Commander Lucre thought for a moment before taking acction "ok, we will open a Hyperspace window and check this out." with that the I.N.S. Thor entered hyperspace...

OOC: an O'Neill class (http://www.stargate-tech.net/pagepics/oneillsmall.jpg) warship

On the Enterprise...

The ship has just dropped out of warp and scans the area. "Report!" yells Captain April. "We're secured from warp captain," the helmsman says. "I've got a lock on the alien ship, phasers ready sir!" reports the lieutenent at the weapons station. "Get their attention mister. Fire!" orders April. Twin beams of blue energy stream out from the Enterprise and strike the alien ship.

The Vengence shakes as the phaser beams hit the main hull. "Damage report!" calls Kor. "Cloak is offline! Disruptors are damaged!" "Fire Torpedos!"screams Kor "Now we have a more worthy opponent!" The Klingon ship sends a pair of orange fireballs flying toward the Enterprise.

On the Enterprise...


"We've got their attention captian, incoming torpedoes!" cried the lieutenet. "Evasive action! All power to the shields!" cries Captain April. The Enterprise tries to avoid the topedoes, but the track the ship and strike the lower hull. "Damage report! Do we still have weapons?" calls April. "Warp drive off line, sir. Torpedo launchers standing by!" reports the Ensign who took over the weapons station. "Fire at will!" orders April.

15 kilometers from the battle

The Necropolis, still with her Phase Cloak on-line, Phases to Real Space.

I.S.S. Necropolis - Main Bridge

"Sir, we have emerged at the designated co-ordinates fifteen kilometers from the battle."

"Initiate scans of the..."

"SIR! Another vessel, apparently of the same national origin of the damaged scout just dropped to sublight and is attacking the Klingon cruiser."

"Yellow Alert, people. Decloak the ship and take us to a distance of five kilometers. Lets see how they all react."

"Aye, sir."

The lights shifted from the blue tint they had once carried to indicate the ship was under cloak to a yellow tint as the Alert Strips, bars of light that indicate the ship's alert level via colored light, switched to indicate Yellow Alert.

Exterior

The form of the Necropolis shimmered into view as her phase cloak was deactivated. She slid foward as her gravimetric engines pushed her the ten kilometers closer to the action.

OOC: Just because my guys know that K.W.'s ship is of Klingon design, it doesn't mean they know its being crewed by Klingons.

on the Trenton...

Commander McAfee hits the comm button, "Engineering, Report!" "Warp drive still down commander. Torpedo launcher back online!" says the chief engineer over the comm. "Lock on and fire!" Orders McAfee. A single blue fireball shoots out from the Trenton's hull and tracks the Klingon ship.



on the Enterprise...

"Captain! Another ship has just appeared, portside aft!" April turns to his science officer, "Another? Is it similar to the first?" "Negitive. It's a different design." reports the officer. "Are they firing?" "No, just holding position" April sits back in his chair. "Then lets deal with the first alien for the moment. Fire again!"

...at this moment the Thor drops out of hyperspace just a few kilometers away from the battle.

"report."

"there upears to be a battle going on sir."

"raise shields, charge the Pulse cannons."

"sir, i'm picking up a Necropolis class warship in the area. scans indicate it is of SeaQuest origen. weapons currently not charged"

"SeaQuest? ignore them for now lets just watch and see how the fighting people react to our presance."

A rip in the black fabric of space formed and a blue jump gate to Hyperspace opened. The three kilometer destroyer glided gracefully towards the battle and the crew were hardly surprised to see a familiar face.

The young woman smirked. "Why am I not surprised to see a SeaQuestian ship where there is trouble?"

Her chief of staff looked over at her. "Orders ma'am?"

"Launch fighters but do not advance. We were not the first on the scene so we cannot properly assess the situation. Our allies movements will tells us what to do here. Send a message to them though."

SeaQuestian ship, it seems you have a nack for getting yourselves into trouble. The Abh Empire will provide whatever assistance we can. However we do not know the situation beyond what we can see. We would appreciate further information.

The scout fighter returned from scanning the battle to the Vitality, sensor data pouring back in.

"Alright folks, we're gonna hop in and give these guys a heads up. Also there seems to be a Nebarri and SeaQuest vessel, we're gonna blow 'em off for the present cause they ain't doin' nothin'."
"Course set Captain."
"Right, initiate."

The three-ship squadron activated the hyperengines and micro-jumped a little out of the ensuing battle scene.

"Right, I want shields to full and weapon batteries charged, fighters and shuttles ready to go, and relay that to the frigates, cause that Klingon ship seems ready to brawl."
"Message sent sir."
"And get the point-defense lasers up in case they wanna send torps our way."
"Already done Cap'n."
"Good, hang on tight people this could get ugly real fast."

Messages

In response to the Abh message:

We just got here ourselves. We were in orbit of the outermost planet in this star system scanning for resources when we detected the battle when it was the Klingon designed battlecruiser attacking the unkown scout. As we were only an hour away via Hyperspace, we came to investigate.

I.S.S. Necropolis - Main Bridge

"Should we interpose in the battle, Captain? The scout is vastly outmatched here."

"We would, if it was just the scout. But, as a cruiser type vessel with the same nation of origin as the scout, they seem to have everything under control right now."

"Sir, we don't know for certain that the scout and the cruiser that arrived have the exact same nation of origin."

"True. So, what do you suggest?"

"Move the ship between the scout and the battle. At current ship status, our shields should be enough to protect her from any stray shots."

"And can we be sure they won't try to shoot at us?"

"No. However, scans of weapons used thus far indicate that the single scout won't be able to breach our shields, not even if the two fighting cruisers joined in. I will recommend, just to be on the safe side, sending the scout a message indicating our intent as we move into position."

"Agreed. Make it so."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

The bulk of the Necropolis moved foward and slid into position between the scout and the two dog-fighting cruisers.

Messages

To the Terren Planets scout vessel:

Unidentified scout craft, we are moving into position between you and the two combatting cruisers. Our shields and bulk should be enough to block any stray shots from coming your way. Please respond.

OOC: Terren Planets, just how large is this scout of yours?

Near the battle between the Klingons and the Enterprise, a hole in space-time opened, and a small ship was spat out - the SES Ramallah, under Captain Amir Zev.

Zev looked at the radar display. A battle was raging between several ships. He zoomed in on one of the ships. While he didn't recognize the ship name, he recognized the letters as English.

"We need to help these people. Prepare for prolonged acceleration. Arm the particle beams."

"Yes, sir," answered Yusuf Al-Kamah, the ship's technician, who was also responsible for weapons. The Ramallah lacked nuclear missiles or antimatter beams, but they had particle cannons and lasers.

Unknown to the Ramallah's crew, in the time since the radar beam had bounced back, several new ships had entered the system.

OOC: Yes, my people still use radar. We're a little primitive.

(Long Shot: A Bando Class (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jeudesprit/trinity/Bandoredux.png) Survey Cruiser blueshift decelerates from semi-space, heated plasma briefly making it look like a comet. It arrives approx. 1 AU from the Trenton, galactic north of the plain of the ecliptic. Its impeller ring guiding it in a smooth, graceful if somewhat slow arc toward the scene.)

Inside: A few groans can be heard as the men leave their emergemcy deceleration stations and quickly go to action stations. The ship reads green in less than 30 seconds. Nursing a sore neck, the Captain joins the XO looking over the shoulder of the pilot at the main plot.

Captain: "Damn, looks like a convention out there. How many ships you make out?"

Pilot: "Six with a graph reading of more possibly coming from hyperspace. Semi-space chart reads clear."

XO: "Well, at least our first contact is a big one..."

Captain: "Let's make sure we don't report back with an interstellar war on our hands. Look at those ships. I don't think General Orders considered this..."

XO: " But orders ar orders. Our is not..."

Captain: "Cut it please. Issue the Blue Alert to Exploration Command, but ask them to hold units for at least 12 hours or until I call. I don't think a CL or two will impress what's out there."

XO: "Aye sir. I'll make sure the pics are extra nice in case we get vaporized. I want everyone to see who did it."

Captain: "Comm, beam this to all ships:
This is Commander Matthew Berington, Captain of the TPS Survey Cruiser "Markov". We are here to assist any ships in distress but we insist that this fighting cease before aid is rendered. We will take appropriate action as deemed necessary to save lives. Please acknowledge.

Captain: "Guns...
Gunnery Chief: "Yes sir?"

"Open hatches on the lower primaries, but don't power them yet. Set up a hot key sequence for all primaries. Request 110% from the reactors. Also, have long scan set coordinates for their power supplies. They may out gun and out weigh us, so we'll just have to hit brighter than they do, if it comes to that...."

"Aye sir. Here's hoping we don't have to tab the key."

Messages

In response to the Trinity Prime message:

T.P.S. Markov, this is the I.S.S. Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire. While a general cease fire may be a good idea, we can only hope you can convince those two cruisers the same. We have currently positioned ourselves in a protective position between the damaged scout and the fire-fight.

'Good, at least there is some sanity prevailing here,' thought Captain Berington,' I wouldn't want to tangle with ship.'

Message back to I.S.S. Necropolis:
Received and understood Necropolis. Are you able to lend all necessary assistance? We request an entry vector to take advantage of your cover. As this will make you vulnerable to any fire that may come from us, we are seeking an okay before the final plot is laid in.

"Pilot, begin to bring us around the cold side of that fight. Make our arrival point about 20k out in 30 minutes."
"Aye sir."
"And make sure the top side primaries are exposed to that fight until the last moment before cover."
"Aye sir...."

"Ma'am, allied ship moving to intervene and take up position between the scout and agressor."

The woman shook her blue haired head and sighed. "These people get into more trouble than anyone I know. Move to take position alongside them. Bring the fighters back in. I don't want them to become easy targets."

Every Star Cutter that had been launched returned to it's dock and the three gravimetric engines pushed the Excalibur next to Necropolis.

"Prepare for level 2 firing and ready silos. If any so much as winks this way, I don't want any scrap left."

"Yes ma'am."

Kor jumped out of his chair. "Report!"
"Several alien vessels have appeared, Captain!" responds the operations officer. "One has moved into position between us and the Terren scout." "Bah! These Terrens are weak! They need others to fight for them. Helm! Take us back to the Homeworld. We need rapair!" The Damaged Vengence then turns and jumps to warp speed. "Mark my words. We WILL be back!" vows Captain Kor.

on the Trenton...

"Commander! An unknown vessel has moved between us and the Enterprise!" "Are they firing?" asks McAfee. "Negitive sir. But we are picking up a transmission. They claim to be protecting us." McAfee stands up and says, "Open a channel. 'This is Commander McAfee of the Trenton. We are thankful for your assistance.'" "Sir!" shouts a liertenent. "The Klingon has junped to warp! They're running!" "About damn time," mutters McAfee.

Messages

In response to Trinity Prime message:

It would appear that the most we can do now is give the scout a safe place to repair. That Klingon ship picked the wise course and left the area instead of firing on our ship. This has lead us to believe it wasn't crewed by Klingons as that wasn't what a Klingon would concider the honorable course of action. Feel free to approach. As the largest ship in the area, the Necropolis might as well as make use of that fact and act as a hub while first contact talks are carried out between everyone here.

OOC: Terren Planets, how big is the Trenton?

Aboard the TPS-SCA Markov:

Gunnery Chief: "Sir, the aggressor just moved off at extreme speed. They are retreating. These...Klingons?...seem to use a local space warping drive."

Captain (addressing the XO): "Great, looks like they've solved the power curve problems. How's that for a tactical problem..."

XO: (long whistle) "That'll keep 'em awake back home. Hmmm, depends on how much speed control they have."

Captain (rubbing his neck and twisting): "Guns, close the ports and take the primaries off hot key. Take the reactor to normal.
Scan, rig the Foyle Field for response use...dump batteries 5 thru 12 for receiption."

Exterior : The Markov's ring puffs blue plasma for an instant. The lower ports close as the ship continues to slowly arc in.

Message to Trenton and Necropolis
Tenton, do you need help? Is assistance still required? Also, do you know the intentions of the other craft in the area. Are they of your service?

I.S.S. Necropolis, We are still maintaining our approach vector. If we should abort please respond. Also, do you know the intentions of the other craft in the area? Are they of your service?

(OOC: damn lag...oh,well)

Response to Necropolis:

Understood. We will take up position 10k away, on plus plane. ETA:10 minutes. I am looking forward to our meeting. Commander Berrington, out.

"Pilot, make it pretty and don't make me a liar."

XO: "That close this fast? What if they take a dislike to us. They couldn't miss at that range."

Captain: "Neither could we. Look, we'll have the Field ready and we'll be jumping out a split second after the energy dump reaches red line."

"That's a fine cut, sir. We aren't a line ship. The differnce between jump and collapse not that big."

"We're here to explore systems and make contact. This is the biggest contact recorded yet. Let's do our job."

"Aye sir, just doing mine..."

Both of their eyes locked for a moment before the Captain slightly nodded.

"Okay Frank, protest noted. We'll just have to be smarter and faster than they are. Like always...."

(ooc: the Trenton is a Hermes-class scout. Dimensions are:
Height - 80 m
width - 90m
length - 215 m
decks - 12

Picture a Constitution-class saucer from Star Trek with a nacelle hanging below it. All my ships are true to ST unless otherwise noted. I use www.bravofleet.com for vessel stats.)

IC:

on the Enterprise...

Robert April turns to his communications officer. "Comm, get me the Trenton." "Aye, aye sir," replies the lieutenent. "McAfee here. Our warp drive is down and we are on emergency power. And the unknown ship between us provided protection from the Klingons." "Understood McAfee," replies April. "Stand By. Comm, put me on an open channel." The lieutenent turns back to his controls. "Aye, sir. You're on captain."

"This is Captain Robert April of the C.S.S. Enterprise, representing the Confederacy of Terren Planets. I would like to thank the unknown vessel that protected the Trenton from the Klingon battlecruisor. Our race is only now starting to explore beyond our home system, and this is our first encounter with an alien race. It is also clear that we are far less advanced than most of you. I would like to extend my greetings to all ships present, and offer you the hospotality of my ship. Also, unless anyone objects, the Confederacy claims the fourth planet in this system for colonization. That was the origonal mission of the Trenton. I await your response. Enterprise standing by."

OCC (Hope you don't mind me intervening into this affair but i have been keeping a close eye on the battle)

IC : On Board the CFS:

Commander Alexander stared out the screen in front of him seeing the battle come to an end wondering whether they should get involved or stand down....

Messages

In response to the Trinity Prime message:

Acknowledged. The only nations here that we have had prior official contact with are the Abh and Nebarri_Prime. We have heard of the nation of Amazonian Beasts, but haven't made official contact with them yet.

10 kilometers? Unless you have some matter/energy transporters or a shuttle of some sort, I don't see how you are going to get over here for the general meeting.

In response to the Terren Planets message:

This is the I.S.S. Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire. As for how advanced a nation is, that point is mute. Every nation is more advanced than another in some way or another. We are willing to open our Main Hanger and allow your scout to dock inside for access to a pressurized environment where she can be repaired.

Broadcast to all ships:

This is the I.S.S. Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire. We are willing to act as a central hub while official first contact talks are carried out by everyone here who doesn't already know each other officially in our conference room. We will open our Shuttle Bay in preperation for any delegates you may choose to send.

Exterior

The massive underside of the pyramid that made the core of the Necropolis folded open (OOC: Picture trangle shaped flaps that swing outward) revealing access to the Main Hanger in case the Trenton decided to make use of the SeaQuestian offer to use it as a place to repair. Meanwhile, a smaller, yet massive section of the side of the pyramid popped out and slid upward revealing the Shuttle Bay that the representatives each nation that had a ship would send, if they choose to send one.

Commander Alexander continued to hold his gaze out the viewport. ''Helm can you tell me the name of that ship?'' he asked calmly. He wanted to know how such brave people could be in such a daring battle.

Messages

In response to the Trinity Prime message:



In response to the Terren Planets message:



Broadcast to all ships:



Exterior

The massive underside of the pyramid that made the core of the Necropolis folded open (OOC: Picture trangle shaped flaps that swing outward) revealing access to the Main Hanger in case the Trenton decided to make use of the SeaQuestian offer to use it as a place to repair. Meanwhile, a smaller, yet massive section of the side of the pyramid popped out and slid upward revealing the Shuttle Bay that the representatives each nation that had a ship would send, if they choose to send one.


''This is the CFS Arizona Contacting all ships in this sector what in the world is going on over there over?''

''This is the CFS Arizona Contacting all ships in this sector what in the world is going on over there over?''

Messages

In response to the Confusedfire message:

This is the I.S.S. Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire. We have broadcast a signal to all ships in the area requesting they send representatives so that first contact talks between those nations represented here that don't know each other officially can meet face-to-face in our conference room. Feel free to send your own representative if you wish.

Messages

In response to the Confusedfire message:


I can do that where should i send one of my commanders to speak with you guys and allow first contact to begin?

I can do that where should i send one of my commanders to speak with you guys and allow first contact to begin?

In response:

Our Shuttle Bay is open, its the big door on the side of the ship. You can send a shuttle there.

On Board the CFS Arizona.
Commander Alexander runs quickly to the shuttle bay on board the ship to watch as Lt. Commander Goerdi boards the shuttle and flies it with much ease over to the SeaQuest vessel across the way.

Lt. Commander Goerdi lands the vessel and unboards inside of the SeaQuest Vessel along with two security personnal he approaches one of the people on the ship and simply asks ''Where is this first contact meeting taking place?''

on the Enterprise...
"Captain," the comm officer said, "the Fleet tug North Star is on its way. And we are recieving more transmissions from the alien ships. The one that protected the Trenton has identified itself as the I.S.S. Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire." April walks over and reads the message. "Interesting," he says. "Comm, send our complete logs back to StarFleet Command. Inform them that I will be accepting the Necropolis's offer, and request orders." "Aye, aye sir," the officer replies. "And get me the Trenton," orders April. "Commander McAfee. A Fleet tug is in route to take you back to spacedock for repairs. You're going home." "Copy Enterprise. Trenton standing by."

On Board the CFS Arizona.
Commander Alexander runs quickly to the shuttle bay on board the ship to watch as Lt. Commander Goerdi boards the shuttle and flies it with much ease over to the SeaQuest vessel across the way.

Lt. Commander Goerdi lands the vessel and unboards inside of the SeaQuest Vessel along with two security personnal he approaches one of the people on the ship and simply asks ''Where is this first contact meeting taking place?''

OOC: I take it you're not going to have the Trenton be repaired in the Necropolis's Main Hanger, Terren Planets.

IC: I.S.S. Necropolis - Shuttle Bay

Chief Warrent Officer, 1st-Class Le'grange watched as the Confusedfire shuttle landed in the bay after passing through the forcefield keeping the place pressurized. She raises and eyebrow at the apparent impatience of the the visiting Confusedfire officer.

"Follow me," she tells him and starts to walk towards the door.

The path she would lead him on would take them past the ship's Gate Room (OOC: The Necropolis is large enough to have a Stargate permantly installed), past the Fighter Bay, past the Cargo Bay, and past several other locations. The Conference Room was located in the core of the pyramid, near the peak, one level below the Observation Bridge.

OOC: I take it you're not going to have the Trenton be repaired in the Necropolis's Main Hanger, Terren Planets.

IC: I.S.S. Necropolis - Shuttle Bay

Chief Warrent Officer, 1st-Class Le'grange watched as the Confusedfire shuttle landed in the bay after passing through the forcefield keeping the place pressurized. She raises and eyebrow at the apparent impatience of the the visiting Confusedfire officer.

"Follow me," she tells him and starts to walk towards the door.

The path she would lead him on would take them past the ship's Gate Room (OOC: The Necropolis is large enough to have a Stargate permantly installed), past the Fighter Bay, past the Cargo Bay, and past several other locations. The Conference Room was located in the core of the pyramid, near the peak, one level below the Observation Bridge.

Lt. Commander Geordi followed the officer towards the coference room. Deciding to make conversation he looked up,''How many other ships are out
there right at this moment?''

Ships's Log, C.S.S. Enterprise / Captain Robert April
Stardate 3558.4:
After coming to aid the Trenton, we have
incountered a number of alien vessels. One, which
attacked the Trenton, has be identified as a
battlecruisor of the Klingon Empire. Another, which
helped protect the Trenton, as the I.S.S.
Necropolis of the SeaQuestian Empire. They
have invited members from each ship onboard for first
contact meetings. After recieving new orders from
StarFleet Command, I have agreed to take up the offer.

On the Trenton...
"Engineering to bridge." "Go ahead," McAfee responded. "We have restored partial main power to the ship, but warp remains offline." "Understood," McAfee replies. "Focus on keeping main power online. Birdge out."
Then, a pair of ships enters the system. Similar in design to the Trenton, one is the Fleet tug North Star, the other an esscorting destroyer, Nimitz
"Captain," reports the science officer, "I believe our ride is here." "Excellent!" proclaims McAfee. "Comm, hail the North Star. Tell them we are standing by."


On the Enterprise...
"Comm, raise the I.S.S. Necropolis," ordered April. "Tell them that we thank them for their offer for repairs, but must decline. Also inform them that I will be accepting their offer to meet onboard their vessel." "Aye, aye sir". April then steps into the turbolift and speaks two words, "Main hanger."
In the ship's hanger, he then boards the shuttlecraft Columbus with a security officer and pilot. After clearing the hanger doors, the shuttle heads for the Necropolis.

I.S.S. Necropolis - Outside Main Conference Room

Le'Grange replied, "Frankly, I have no clue myself. You would have to ask one of the ship's bridge officers."

On board the CFS Arizona.

Commander Alexander slowly made it back up to the bridge and stood next to the conn. ''Relay a message to all ships within this sector This is the CFS Arizona contacting all ships please respond to this message are you friendly or foe?''

I.S.S. Necropolis - Outside Main Conference Room

Le'Grange replied, "Frankly, I have no clue myself. You would have to ask one of the ship's bridge officers."


The Lt. nodded slowly, ''I understand.'' he followed her yet further wondering when they would make it to the conference room.

On board the CFS Arizona.

Lt. Blake at the tactical station sends the message on all known frequencies.''Sir message sent on all frequencies we are bound to get a message.''

On the Enterprise...

"Open a channel," ordered the commander. "This is Commander Novell, first officer of the Enterprise, to the commander of the CFS Arizona. We are on a mission of peacefull exploration. Our Captain is heading for the SeaQuestian ship at this time. Enterprise Out." To comm officer he ordered, "Contact the Columbus. Inform Captain April that we have made contact with a second alien."
Meanwhile, the North Star has taken the Trenton under tow and, with the Nimitz, starts to head back toward the Terren System.

The Lt. nodded slowly, ''I understand.'' he followed her yet further wondering when they would make it to the conference room.

OOC: Hehe, I 'love' Fluid Time.

IC: Le'Grange waved her hand in front of the lighted protrusion sticking out from the door frame from the large door in front of them. The massive door split cross-wise through the middle and each piece slid to the side leaving only the tips poking through. There was just enough room for the two of them, or a single adult Draconian, to pass through without bumping into anything.

"This," she said, "Is the ship's Main Conference Room."

Inside was a massive wooden table that was shaped like a horse-shoe and was obviously not recently made. At points that could be reached by any of the seats were trays containing several glasses and a pitcher of distilled water.

Reply to I.S.S. Necropolis

If you have no problems, we would like to use your dock facility for an anchorage. We are are of Frigate design and therefor lack pressurized shuttlecraft. We can use an open skimmer if it is more convienient.

XO: "What did you just send?"

Captain: " A landing request. Don't goggle your eyes like that, they may stick..."

XO: "Of all the..."

Captain: "Cut it. Look out there. Read the scanner. If they wanted trouble, they could cook us. The only hope would be to rabbit before they got a second shot."

XO: "So we're their prisoners?"

Captain: "No. Use your head. If they let us dock, then all their heavy weapons will be..."

XO:" Outside. Ours will be inside. But wouldn't we blow too?"

Captain: "Mutual trust through mutual suicide. They try anything bad, we lower the boom. It'll keep us both honest and give us a fighting chance of getting out alive if things turn sour."

XO: " Aye-Aye, sir."

on the shuttlecraft Columbus...
Captain April, sitting next to the pilot, presses the comm button. "This is Captain April. We are standing by for docking." The shuttle nears the Necropolis...

Reply to CFS Arizona

We responded to a distress call from this system. What started as a mission of mercy has blossomed to a peaceful first contact between our peoples. We are an exploration ship and we look forward to our conference.

Messages

In response to the Trinity Prime message:

The ship's four arms are designed to allow large numbers of ships that would otherwise not fit in any of our hangers to dock. Air Lock #3 on Arm #2 is cleared for your use. A docking signal will be transmitted to guide you in.

Message to the Terren Planets shuttle:

The Shuttle Bay is open. You may enter and exit your shuttle at will. The forcefield will keep the Bay pressurized.

OOC: Got to go. BBL.

On board the CFS Arizona.

''Open channel. This is Commander Alexander of the CFS Arizona we were just passing through when we ran into a battle between those two ships we are from the Planet Confusion Prime and also are on a peaceful mission is everything alright?''

''Sir one of the ships appears to be a frigate and appears to be ignoring our hails what should I do?''

''Mute our contact to the Enterprise raise shields power up phasers see if this gets that frigates attention.''

CFS Arizona

''Lower shields and cancel phaser banks Mister Blake.''

''Done sir.''

''This is the CFS Arizona did the enemy battlecruiser leave the system we could pursue our weapons are among the most advanced?''

Message to Necropolis:

Recieved and understood. We will be docking on arm 2. TPS-SCA Markov, out

" Pilot. "
" Aye sir? "
" If my coffe so much as dips from the docking latch, I'll fine you a months' pay. And keep a primary hatch lined up on that ship even after docking."
" Aye sir. "

(OOC: See you later. When next we go at it, I'll assume it will be in the conference room. I'll keep abreast of the details.)

Message to CFS Arizona

This is Commander Matthew Berrington, captain of the Markov. The aggressor did move away at high speed using bubble space warp propulsion. If you can track and follow such a ship, then you may wish. I would however urge you to attend this meeting of our peoples. I look forward to talking with you in person. Berrington out.


(OOC: Do you have a picture or description of the Arizona? I'd like to see it or read it for visualization. Thanks.)

(ooc: bb tommorow sometime bye)

OOC: Jeez, people, where have you gone???

IC:

In response to the CFS Arizona's hail, the Vitality responded.

"Aye Arizona, the Klingon battlecrusier has departed, we are trying to get a fix on it's destination from engine trails."

ooc: sheesh, what do you people do all day?

IC:

"Madam, the enemy vessel has left the system."

Jessica sat back down and sighed. "A pitty, I was hoping to get some use out of this ship. Take weapon systems off line and all crew can stand down from their posts."

The communications officer was picking up several transmissions at this time. "Ma'am, there is a message coming through from a ship called the Arizona and the SeaQuestian ship."

Jessica rolled her head onto a fist as the messages were relayed to her. "Send our replies officer."

"Yes ma'am."

Message to the Arizona on the grounds of friend or foe:
Both. It just depends who you are.

A second message was soon sent to the SeaQuestian ship as the Excalibur settled to stationary.

This is Jedi Knight Jessica Safugnoff of the Abh Empire. It seems you have the honor of being the housing fascility for these meetings. I shall arrive shortly to aid in first contact situations.

"Chief, you're in charge until I get back."

"Yes ma'am."

A star cutter soon slipped out of the fighter bay from the destroyer and screamed towards the SeaQuestian ship. It waited outside for permission to dock.

OOC:
1) My internet connection seems to dissapear at peak hours (they were digging next door and quite literally cut the cable (that was around 4 days ago). A quick-fix was done, but the pro should arrive with-in a week, at least).
2.) The Shuttle Bay door has been, and still is, open. Just fly right in, no clearance needed. Should be plenty of room for everyone.

OOC: i have no 9idea what has happend sense i last saw this, and don't have time to read it. can anyone give me a short version?

OOC: Here it is in as few words as possible.
Klingon ship go bye-bye. My ship invite all for conference. Shuttle Bay door opened. Present.

OOC: in that case, mind if i beam some people over to your ship. as i do not think Asgard ships have any shuttles or fighters

OOC: Not at all. Everyone's invited. Let's just say you got the co-ordinates for the Necropolis's Transporter Room (has Rings and Asgard style (hey, shuttles won't work everywhere, so I kept them after I hit the big, red 'semi-reset' button)).

ooc: I'd like to request that SeaQuest start a new thread for the 'first contact' meetings. my roommate, Klingon Warriers, and I want to move on to a new 'episode'. Is that ok with everyone?

OOC: Fine with me. I'll get the thread up as soon as I can.

EDIT: All in this thread who were around when my invite was given can move to the new thread for the meeting.

Link: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=467916

ooc: I'd like to request that SeaQuest start a new thread for the 'first contact' meetings. my roommate, Klingon Warriers, and I want to move on to a new 'episode'. Is that ok with everyone?
sounds good.

Episode 2: Formal Visits

Ship's Log, C.S.S. Soyuz NCC-1704 / Captain Michael Scott
Stardate 3784.2:
The Soyuz is the newest Constitution-class starship to be launched. Our first assignment is to carry an ambassador from the Confederation to the homeworld of Nebarri_Prime. After a slight delay taken to ballance the warp engines, we are now underway.

"Helm, report," ordered Captain Scott. "On course sir," the helmsman replied. "We're heading for the coordinates supplied by the Enterprise. ETA, 4 days." "Understood," said Scott. "Commander, you have the conn. I'll be in my quarters." Scott then entered the turbolift. "Time to catch up on my reading."

"Sir, the starship from CTP is soon to arrive at Liam."

"i am aware of this, prepare the gifts, and the fleet."

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in space the fleet moved about thousands of fighters . hundreds of 60 meter long Al'Kesh bombers moved about in formations. 700 meter long Cruisers flew around the ten 5 Kilometer long Hiveships and two 1,500 meter long Beliskner class warships escorted the I.N.S. Loki the two Kilometer long O'Neill class warship and flagship of the Nebarri fleet. however the Empires 2,000 capital ship strong fleet was largly made up of Ha'Tak class Warships, none of witch would be seen in Orbit of Liam the entire force was intended to impress visitors, without being to large or a risk to the Empires security...the ships would remain like this until the Soyuz left Nebarri space...

OOC: guess i'll just have to wait for your ship to arrive.

"Bridge to Captain Scott." Scott put down his grandfather's copy of the book, the Legacy, and turned on his monitor. "Scott here." "Sir, we will reach the Nebarri Prime homeworld in 15 minutes." "On my way," replied Scott.

The turbolift opened and Michael Scott entered the bridge. "Report." The helmsman turned around in his chair. "Coming up on the system now, sir." "Good. Drop out of warp. Go to impulse." The Soyuz slowed from warp and entered at the systems edge. Ahead was the Nabarri fleet. "Amazing!" proclaimed the ensign at navagation. "Look at the size of those ships!" Captain Scott Sat in his command chair. "Alert the ambassador," he ordered. "It looks like the welcoming commitee is waiting. Move into the system, and open a channel."

"This is Captain Michael Scott, commanding the C.S.S. Soyuz. We have onboard an ambassador from the Confedate Congress. Is there any certain course we should take into your system?"

"This is Captain Michael Scott, commanding the C.S.S. Soyuz. We have onboard an ambassador from the Confedate Congress. Is there any certain course we should take into your system?"

"Soyuz we have dispatched an escort, you will follow them until such time as we transport your ambassador and anyone who will acompany the ambassador to the city Theed."

at this point six Death Gliders and two Al'Kesh arrived next to the Soyuz and moved into escort positions.

OOC: please RP up to the point where your people are transported to Theed. you may choose the form of transport as well. just don't go any further

"Helm, follow our escort," ordered Scott. "Bridge to Ambassador Richards." "Richards here." "Prepare your staff to beam down," said Scott. As the Nabarri ships escorted the Soyuz into orbit, Ambassador Hank Richards and his two aids were beamed down to the planet.

(ooc: ok, it's all yours)

Hank Richards arrived in the gate room of the Atlantis class City ship Theed and was greeted by an Alteran

"hello ambassador, my name is Tambor Hill, i present you with the first gift of our encounter." holding out what apeared to be a Base Ball sized metal Ball "a Communication Orb, it will allow for the holder to speak with our people from anywhere in the galaxy." he hands Richards the Orb "and now i will take you to meet Ket Dala, your currently asigned ambassador as the Emperor is currently busy." follow me please

with that Tambor Hill turned around and began heading for the brefing room where Ket Dara waited...

Richards turned to his two aids. "Come along." Then he turned to follow Tambor Hill.

as Richards entered the brefing room Ket Dara stood. and began to speak in his unnaturaly amplified voice as came with all Goa'uld "ah, the ambassador from Terren Planets. please sit down. as we have much to talk about i shall let you decide where to start."

Richards took a seat while his two aids stood behind him. "I first would like to thank you for your hospitality. As my government has yet to establish formal relations with another world, I must admit that I'm not quite sure where to begin. Perhaps you can provide us with star charts of the local sectors?" he asked.

"this i can provide." answered Ket. then keying a com he spoke, not in English but in anchiant Egyptian. "you will have the charts shortly. my i suggest we discuss a possible alliances in the military, politicis, or traid?"

"Well," replied Richards, "I'm not sure about a military alliance. We only have a small fleet of ships, just twenty-seven. But a political alliance, that is what I main goal is. What kind of alliance do you suggest?"

"Well," replied Richards, "I'm not sure about a military alliance. We only have a small fleet of ships, just twenty-seven. But a political alliance, that is what I main goal is. What kind of alliance do you suggest?"

"i would like to hear what you would like in terms of a political alliance, we where hopeing for more from a military alliance or traid to be honest." said Ket now speaking in a normal human voice

"Well, we would welcome and merchant ships from your Empire," replied Richards. "As for a military alliance, we can agree to that too, but I'm not sure how our small fleet could be of mush assistance. Perhaps your own forces could use our starbases as resuply stations." He paused, then continued. "Like I said before, the Confederate Congress would welcome the chance to open our borders to trade."

"when it comes to traid, we have almost no ships, aside from small shuttles and the rich can sometimes use Cheops class ships but most of our traid is done by Stargate, we can provide you with a few, as for military, starbases as resuply stations works, and we expect that your small fleet would act as a support fleet, i don't know your ships abilities that well but i'm sure they can support our ships."

One of the ambassador's aids hands him a data disk. This he hands to Ket. "This data disk has the technical specs for our four primary ship classes, the Ptolemy-class tug, Hermes-class scout, Saladin-class destroyer, and the pride of StarFleet, the Constitution-class cruiser/explorers. And the SeaQuestians have installed a Stargate at our StarFleet's command HQ."

(ooc: all ships from StarTrek's original series.)

Ket reached out taking the disk. "i will send this to Commander Astar to look it over this later if you don't mind. as for the Stargate, we have prepared five of them along with many other gifts incase we formed an alliance, witch brings me to a point about our gifts, how many people sit at the head of your government and how many fit aboard one of your largest starships, both are numbers we require for our planned set of gifts."

Our Congress is made up of 132 Senators. And the Constitution-class has a crew complement of 265 officers and crew.

"thasnk you." Ket then spoke again into a comunication device and again in Anciant Egyptian then looked back at Richards "for now we are agreed to a military and traid alliance then? if so follow me and i will present you our gifts and we may eat if you care to."

"Thank you. Your hospitality is most gracious," Richards replied. He then got up and, with his two aids, followed Ket.

Ket moved through the city until reaching the "Gift room" where he presented the first gift. "this my friends is called a Za'Tarc Destector. it can pick up lies of any kind, even if the person doesn't know he is lieing, the only problem is that it can also pick up high levels of nervusness as lies." waiting a moment he moved to the next gift. "here we have a few dead Replictor Blocks, we present them to you to study, so we may hope that someday you may find a way to fight them more affectivly." they moved next to the third gift "here we present our said five Stargates." then moving to the next gift where several boxes "in each box we hold several Carter Special Projectile weapons, the best weapon we have for fighting Replicators. we have set a total of 2,650 of them, or ten for each crew member aboard your largest starship. the last gift will be presented by me." Ket pulled off his Ribbon Device "being that you have over a hundred senators as your leading government body this we give to you to select the most influental of the senators as a gift. the weapon can not be used by him as he is not Goa'uld nor has he had one ever live and die inside him. but the possetion of a Ribbon Device is in our world means one should show respect and should be considered a great honer." Ket then stopped to let Richards speak if he wished

OOC: if you care to see picks of these things just let me know

Richards stood silent for a moment, then spoke. "I thank you for your generous gifts. We will make the best use of them all, I'm sure. If we are concluded for now, I would like to return to the Soyuz and send a report of our progress back home."

"very well, you may return to your starship."

Captain Scott greeted Richards in the Soyuz's transported room. "I trust that negotiations were successfull?" askes Scott. "Very," replied Richards. "We have aggreed on opening trade using 'Stargates' that they will supply, and to a military alliance." Scott turns toward the door. "Lets go and send a report back to command," he says. "I'm sure the people back home will be glad to here of your success."

Captain Scott and Ambassador Richards entered the bridge. "Captain," said the communications officer. "We have recieved an emergency recall back to Terra" Scott sat in the center chair. "Ambassador," he said, "I suggest that you contact your friends on the planet." "Yes," replied Richards. "I shall do so right away. Lieutenant, may I borrow your communications station?"

This is Ambassador Richards to Ket Dara. I regret to say that our ship has been recalled back to Terra. I do not know why, but it must be a matter of national security. I will make arrangements with StarFleet Command to make our starbases available for your use. In fact, I believe Station K-7 is the closest one to your space. After the Stargates are installed, we will welcome traders from your Empire. Thank you, and I await your visit to Terra. Soyuz out.

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