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On a world much like Earth, nestled away in the recesses of the galaxy, a species, evolved, A Silicon Based Lifeform, beautiful in form, would take shape, The Belnazari would come to see themselves as humanoid forms, merely made of thousands of crystals and "silicon cells", as opposed to the majority of life on their world, an assortment of carbon based life.

Century over century, the world had been shaped, fish took to the land, bipeds developed, ice ages came, they went, and so the Belnazari people were shaped. Cavemen, much like those of Earths past, discovering fire, hunting, foraging.

And much like the Humans of Earth, They began to farm, to nurse herds of animals, and so the first permanent cities were established, Civilizations rose, and fell, wars were fought, Tyrants rose to power, Benevolent Rulers developed culture, and so time continued to pass.

And much like the denizens of Earth, the Belnazari beleived they had a destiny, to leave the confines of their world, and reach the stars.

Pioneers, Astronauts, in the first rockets made their trips to Belnazar's 2 Moons, one, much like the world that had caught it in its gravity eons ago, with plants and animals living out their lives, the other, lifeless, but rich in materials.

But of course, Affairs at home would halt further steps, Pollution was finally realised as a serious problem, poverty and disease were still rampant in parts of the globe, and unchecked genetic experiments had left some of the new generation of Belnazar unable to even enjoy cognitive functions.

But quick action and Belnazari ingenuity and hard work were to pay off, over time, new methods and clean power began to clean up the smog ridden skies, poverty began to remove itself from the new efficient society alltogether, Disease, once more in check, Cloning banned, and most illicit bio-engineering companies shut down.

And so, for the next century, the Belnazari established their first global space agency, and 150 years later, The children of the world of Belnazar were living, in small numbers, upon its habitable moon, Chelnari.

25 years later, the first ores mined from the barren moon of Nikos, were used in the first hull panel of the next generation of inter-planetary transport.

Over time, the Belnazari colonized the one other Habitable planet in their system, and named it New Belnazar, And began their mining operations upon the large barren world of Ikosha.

The Belnazari people developed, and prospered, but they were confined to their own solar system, and so, Project Neyshaal was undertaken, the construction of a large "Space Ark". It was speculated that it would take 20 years to construct the vessel, and even longer for it to reach its destination.

The Next 20 years became a time for selection of the passengers, 200,000 People were selected, and trained, and finally, when the Neyshaal was completed, 200,000 people embarked on a 50 year journey to the nearest known inhabitable planet, Deylaar.

Whilst the Belnazar had not perfected anything quicker than Lightspeed itself, they had in their time, made very powerful sensor equipment, and had accessed the realm of subspace for communcation, allowing the Neyshaal and its escort of 50 automated drones to keep in contact at all times.

For 50 years the Belnazari watched and waited. There were times when the Neyshaal was feared lost, or some event caused despair, but eventually, the Neyshaal reached Deylaar, safely, and the first Belnazari colony was established, always in contact with its homeworld.

30 Years Later, Belnazari scientists perfected a quicker drive system, cutting the journey to Deylaar by a very considerable amount of time. For the first time, immense cargo freighters took their loads on the now 5 year journey to Deylaar, over time, the drive was increased in efficiency, and now Deylaar, and other inhabitable planets were only 2 or 3 years away.

And so the Belnazari colonised 2 more worlds, Tylaan and Nazarith, and established mining operations in their own sector, always curious of their surroundings, perfecting their scientific fleet, and analysing every particle they could.

The numerous Democratic States of Belnazar, and its colonies, made a decision regarding the future, a probe would be sent containing relevant information, into the abyss beyond the Ytaarc expanse, an area devoid of stars that neighboured the fledgling Belnazari sector.

In The Senate (Belnazar itself was still divided into 89 Countries, and each colony itself was considered a country ontop, along with the mining colonies scattered amongst the sector), The probe received resounding vote of approval, and so, the probe was sent, containing this story, a sample of Belnazari DNA, and other such things one would expect to find, such as co-ordinates to the Belnazari homeworld, and mathematical algorithims. The probe would constantly scan using its high powered and advanced sensor equipment, and would constantly stream data home, and so, "The Shooting Star" was launched into the abyss.

The Probe was dispatched 6 Years ago, and the Belnazari wait and listen for someone to find it.

OOC: Please god no retards, and it wouldnt be realistic for 50,000 people to turn up either.. so lets keep it sane :) Thanks, and Hello NS! Nice to be here..

The Overlord Cruiser streamed through the warp.

"Sir, we've picked up a probe of some sort through scans."

"Hmm... strange for this section of space. Fall out, and give me more details on that probe."

"Yes Admiral Favier."

The Cruiser and it's three Swords (frigates) dropped into the stars, much different than traveling through the warp storm they typically patrolled.

The small detatchment from Geneticon was a rather tiny force to hold an Admiral, but Favier never liked big sqauds unless force was called for.

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Details on my ships can be found here:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=470405

I got an Overlord Heavy Cruiser and 3 Sword Frigates

The Probe reacted as programming dictated, shunting all relevant data to the new contacts, It Actively Scanned the unknowns, As it continued its course into the Abyss.

On Belnazar, The Small Control Room buzzed with activity, they hadnt blown up the probe yet, always a good sign.

The Chariot's Blaze bridge

"Sir, we are continuing our scan, so far no new information except for the fact that we have no identification on it sir."

"It's unknown?"

"Yes Admiral."

"Very well, Wire a message to it... the usual. Bring the Blaze to a complete stop, and have the Japeth Squadron patrol."

"Aye aye sir."

So the Overlord crusier came to an abrupt halt in the middle of space, as the escort ships encircled their flagship.

Message sent to probe:

Hello! We are a patrolling element of the Geneticon Navy. We have found your probe and are surprised to find life this deep in space. We got lucky in picking you up in one of our warp scans. Please reply letting us know your stance. We for one, are friendly to those who are friendly with us... so we will not attack unless provoked. We are now scanning the surrounding space to see if we can detect any system where the probe has come from.

OOC: The Probe "shunted" all relevant data to you, Things i mentioned in the main post, which means the probe has already transmitted something to you.

OOC:

OOC: The Probe "shunted" all relevant data to you, Things i mentioned in the main post, which means the probe has already transmitted something to you.

Oh... ok... sorry for missing that. You can still reply to my message if you want, I'm going to RP that I didn't get the info until after I had sent the message.

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IC:

"Sir, the probe just sent us some usefull information. It seems that it is the property of the Belnazarians. A evolved group of humanoids who are currently developing a space program."

"Excellent Captain. Set the ship in motion, we shall head for Belnazar."

"Yes sir, course set for Belnazar."

Message to Belnazar:

Thank you for your info. We would very much like to meet with you and discuss important matters such as an alliance between our fair systems. We would also like to open up trading and establish a warp gate in this sector.

"Well?" The Inquiring Voice asked.

"They are communicating, but we need time to translate the messages" Came the response.

"Keep working on it, Transmit via the probe that we are currently analysing their language and will require time to understand their messages" Responded the greater one.

"It will be done" Came the response.

The probe was slowly crawling away, Maybe another one would find it, but it relayed a message, explaining how Scientists were analysing the language of the unknowns now communicating with it, and that they would respond soon.

"Sir, they are analyzing our language and will reply."

Favier stalked the deck with his hands clutched behind his back.

He spoke after some thought, "Very interesting that we can understand them, but they cannot understand us without translation. One things is for sure, this race is quite advanced. Now we shall wait."

The Blaze kept on its route.

The maiden voyage of Deus ex Homo had been greatly uneventful. It had spent weeks jumping from world to world, finding nothing with even a semblance of sentience. True, the had found some interesting primates, but none capable of more than hurling faeces at the landing craft. This changed abruptly.

A small blip appeared on short-range sensors, about the size of a small piece of debris, or a small ship.

The captain saw his chance. First contact, perhaps?

"Get us to that probe. Best speed."

"Aye commander."


Thirty Minutes Later

The crew were in a state of excitement. A chance at being the first to contact another race, another culture. A chance to be listed in the military and scientific records for first contact.

The commander ordered a channel to be opened in case the probe was communication-capable.

"This is the Alteran expeditionary ship Deus ex Homo. If you are capable of communication, please contact us."

OOC: Oh tra-la-la nice RPing for a new NSer. I have been here for ages and I'm still not as good as you appear to be. :P

IC:

Another Shooting Star

Republican Dreadnought "Bloodshed"

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Admiral Moore of the Bloodshed gazed out into space, watching the stars flash by absent mindedly, the woes of the Republic dominating what part of his mind that was actually on focus. Moore breathed a pained sigh as his consciousness drifted back into the realms of the norm. He looked around the bridge at his men, all performing their given duties without question.

If only the Galaxy ran as smooth and efficiently as the “Bloodshed” he mused.

“Admiral Moore, sir. Our radar has picked up a unique signature in the vicinity of the Sabre Class Destroyer, Vector.”

The Admiral blinked absent-mindedly for a few seconds before turning to the Lieutenant standing at his feet.

“What is the source of the signature?”

“We are unsure of the source of the signature at this time, sir. Though rest assured Vector is trying to pinpoint it as we speak.”

Moore nodded solemnly.

“Report back when the source is confirmed, dismissed Lieutenant.”

Republican Sabre Class Destroyer “Vector”

“Slicer, will you be able to identify the source?”

The slicer who was sitting at the complex radar array turned to the man standing behind him and flashed a grin.

“Sir, would you have me on board if I couldn’t perform the simplest of tasks?”

Radar Systems: Online

</Radar Array Commands>

Commands: Level 4 Access Approved.
Strengthen Signal
Dampen Signal
Search for Signal
Pinpoint Scan
Shut Down Array
Perform Diagnostic

</Pinpoint Scan: 982, -241, -1637>

….. …………… .. ………
Scan Complete

</Full Report on Vector>

“Sir, the signal we were receiving was originating from a probe at vector: 982, -241, -1637. I have downloaded the message to our databank.”

“Understood, I will relay this to Admiral Moore.”

Republican Dreadnought “Bloodshed”

The Lieutenant rushed up the Admiral presenting him with a hasty salute.

“Sir, we have identified the source and we have currently downloaded its message to our databank.”

The admiral nodded.

“Well what the hell are you waiting for soldier, show me its message.”

After several minutes the Admiral raised his head from the datapad to his Lieutenant.

“So the probe knew about us before we knew about it, unacceptable!” He roared. “Send immediate communications to the Belnazari Homeworld and express our eagerness for diplomatic negotiations. You will be dealt with at a later point in time.”

The Lieutenant nodded, noting the Admiral was uncharacteristically grumpy.

Encrypted Hologram to Belnazari Homeworld
The Maldaathi Republic requests urgent diplomatic exchanges. We are eager to discuss treaties in a hope that you will aid us in a current… political un…easiness.

Geneticon:

In the time that had passed, some of the fastest and most advanced computers, working in conjunction with Linguists and Scientists had picked the language form apart, compared, reconstructed and created multiple syntax's for use in future translations, but it also meant that the Belnazari could reply.

Acceptable Terms,
You are cleared to visit, we will see how matters progress from there.

Gate Builders:

The Probe again began to transmit all relevant data, as its programming dictated, whilst scanning every detail possible from the unknown vessel.

Maldaathi

Already Aware of these other contacts, the lesson learned from the earlier translation program was put to use to formulate a response.

Maldaathi Republic;
We are most interested in fostering friendships with other races,
We have come across others before,
but they are limited to their own world,
But we would be willing to commit to diplomacy as soon as you arrive here,
although we do not know how we can possibly aid you,
as our laws of physics dictate that our ships cannot go much faster than the speed of light,
a speed we have already obtained.

The Chariot's Blaze continued on her course.

"Sir, unknown planet coming into view, we are assuming it's Belnazar."

Favier walked over to his chair and sat down; he swiveled in it until he faced a wall. His hit a switch on his chair and the wall flew open, revealing a glass panel which allowed him to personally look out into space.

Belnazar was a very good looking planet.

I wonder what we have got here...

"Message them that we will land at the 1900 intergalactic standard hour. That is all. Scan the planet and find a suitable place to land our small expeditionary force, and wire a communications relay to the President to inform him of our discovery, and tell him that we are opening up diplomacy."

"Yes sir."

Finally I've made my mark in the history books...

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The Yellow Lights of the Crystalline Capital of Ginea, The Capital City of The Denai Republic

The Belnazar Orbital Traffic Control acknowledged the ships messages, and transmitted that it would be preferable for the visitors to explore the planet for a while whilst a suitable welcome was arranged

OOC: Nice planet.

*Clunk*

Homo Deus, command Deck

The ship had entered hyperspace just minutes before, but projections indicated they would leave the strangely-tinted dimensional tunnel within a minute. Because of the surprisingly sshort length of the trip, much of the crew were still in their quarters, hurriedly changing into dress uniforms. the bridge crew was ready, and excited. A couple of ensigns nervously talked about the new race.

"Crystalline. Damn, that's just unexpected. And humanoid. A combination nobody expects."

"We should just be glad they don't seem to be the kind to just wipe out explorers."

"Yeah... Fifteen seconds to outbound window."

"Is my uniform right?"

A slight pause as the first ensign adjusts the gleaming white dress uniform.

"Ten seconds."

"Here we go."

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

In a cloud of energy the Homo Deus burst out of hyperspace,, broadcasting friendly mesages on all frequencies.

This is the Alteran Dominion exploratory ship Homo Deus, acting on directions provided by one of your satellites. We come in peace, in the name of the Alteran race.

Favier leapt from his chair when a ship burst out of hyperspace right in front of him.

"Sir, we're recieving a message from the new ship."

The message played over the bridges speaker system.

Favier smiled. "Cool, tell the new ship that we are from Geneticon, send them info about us, and tell them with are opening up dimplomatic relations with the Belnazarians. That is all Captain, keep us on course."

"Yes Admiral."

The four ships rumbled towards the planet, heading towards a suitable location to land.

The Belnazar Orbital Traffic Control again acknowledged the ships messages, and transmitted that it would be preferable for the visitors to land at an open spaceport, or to transport down another way and explore the planet themselves whilst things were arranged for the larger amount of visitors.

The Blaze and the Swords found a wide open plane to land on, and using their anti-magnetic thrusters, they were able to dock a few hundred feet off the ground. The crews would stay with the ships, while the officers would go on the exploration.

Admiral Favier strapped a belt with his blaster and a few other essential technological equipment pieces around his hip. He needed to be ready for anything on this strange planet.

"Captain, alert me via radio if any happens that is significant. Take care of the Blaze for me."

"Yes sir, she's safe with me."

Favier walked over to the Captain and put his hand on his inferior's shoulder.

"I know, I trust you. You're one of the best Captains in the universe, and certainly the best in Geneticon. Thank you for your service."

Was that a tear in the Captains eye?

"Don't mention it sir."

Favier nodded and left the bridge. He headed down with a guard to the planet's surface, taking a shuttle down.

As he stepped out, he saw for the first time the landscape of Belnazar. It looked kind of harsh, but at the same time there was something peaceful about it. Favier couldn't put his hand on it, but he felt like he had been here before.

"Wonderful place isn't it Dock?" he asked the leader of the Sword Frigates.

"Awesome place. What'd'ya say, let's go explore!"

"Right on, let's get moving."

The small group (38 to be exact: 8 officers, 8 scientists, 2 Special Ops, and 20 armed soldiers) headed towards a nearby forest, in an attempt to discover the wonder of it all.

Another Shooting Star

Diplomatic Corp Headquarters, Onerdi

Deployments to Belanzar

1 Consular Class Diplomatic Cruiser
Personel: 2 Pilots, 2 Communications Officers, 6 Marines.
Armament: None
Shields: Medium Strength Absorbtion Shield
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3 Athena Class Military Cruisers
Personel: 5,156 Crew Members, 279 Gunners
Armament: 29 Defense Turrets, 36 Ion Batteries, 12 Torpedo Bays, 53 Offensive Turrets
Complement:10, 13 Ship Starfighter Squadrons
Shields: High Strength Deflection Shield
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Objective is to make contact with Belnazarian Diplomats and discuss Protection Pacts.

The captain of the Alteran ship, along with three officers, was transported to the surface with one of the Asgard beams his ship was equipped with. They had been sent to a spaceport, bustling with traffic and busy sentients.

Not the usual first contact.

Whilst things were arranged, all were free to explore of their own free will.

The Geneticons would of found a placid and tranquil forest, filled with mostly carbon based lifeforms, primitive apes, birds and other such things you would expect to find, but amongst all this normality, one would find the ocassional crystalline "plant" or animal, making its life amongst radically different lifeforms.

The TGB Detachment would of found themselves in the largest city on the planet, Bellador, Capital of The Republic Of Uldamaar, The city was mostly crystalline, like most of the people weaving in and out of the starports busy halls, Green, Red, Yellow, Jade, Ruby, every shade of colour could be seen in every building, whilst each individual held their own shades, although most males were largely blue, whilst most females were largely red. Amongst all this a few aliens moved around, Human like, and not so human, the Belnazari had discovered sentients before, and given them the gift of their drive systems.

The Senate made it clear that the Maldaathi deployment would also need to entertain themselves for a few more hours, whilst the lounge's, accomodation, and meetings could be arranged.

*Clunk and ting..*

*Clunk and ting..*

OOC: Its BUMP here....

OOC: I know :P.. Variation doesnt hurt though, does it?

Another Shooting Star

Hyperspace

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The Diplomatic Group comprising of the Consular and Athena class ships had been travelling in Hyperspace for several hours and the crew was now preparing to exit. This expedition was carrying the expectations of the Senate to establish a strong diplomatic connection with the Belnazarian people and coerce them into assisting against Lord Malik's aggressive attack on the Republic.

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Orbitting Belnazarian Homeworld

The request to dock had been sent to the Docking Authorities and until then the Group planned to relax as long as possible while staying within the Homeworld's Orbit.

The Probe was dispatched 6 Years ago, and the Belnazari wait and listen for someone to find it.

OOC: Please god no retards, and it wouldnt be realistic for 50,000 people to turn up either.. so lets keep it sane :) Thanks, and Hello NS! Nice to be here..

"Sir... we appear to be picking up strange readings up ahead."

"What sort of readings?"

"I'm not quite sure... it looks like a probe of some sort... containing information of a race known as the Belnazari."

"Belnazari... it's not a race I've heard of."

"If the probe is telling the truth, sir, that's not surprising. We are on a deep space recon mission after all... we could be making first contact."

"Correction, Lieutenant. We are making first contact. Helm, adjust course and broadcast our mission statement on an open channel. That should prevent problems... I hope."

The Pathfinder (http://photobucket.com/albums/a6/SnakeEaters/Miscellanious/?action=view&current=Pathfinder.jpg)-class explorer ship adjusted it's course within the warp, it's high class engines moving it swiftly through the galaxy. Designed for missions of up to seven years in length, these ships spread the message of Snake Eaters far and wide, making first contact, fostering diplomatic ties, and other things besides. They have a full complement of crew and civilans. Missions into the unknown were dangerous, but that was what made them do it. They enjoyed it.

A few days later, the ship dropped out of warp on the edge of the system the probe had directed them to,"Captain, we're picking up other ships in the area... some we recognise."

"Looks like we weren't the first to hear the message then. IS our signal still broadcasting?"

"Yessir."

"Alright, open a channel."

"Channel open."

"This is Captain Lemar, of the Snake Eater ship Freedom. We picked up your probe's signal, and came to find out what it was that you wished to share. We are on a peaceful exploration mission. Please respond on this channel."

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bumpin again

In The Senate (Belnazar itself was still divided into 89 Countries, and each colony itself was considered a country ontop, along with the mining colonies scattered amongst the sector), The probe received resounding vote of approval, and so, the probe was sent, containing this story, a sample of Belnazari DNA, and other such things one would expect to find, such as co-ordinates to the Belnazari homeworld, and mathematical algorithims. The probe would constantly scan using its high powered and advanced sensor equipment, and would constantly stream data home, and so, "The Shooting Star" was launched into the abyss.

The Probe was dispatched 6 Years ago, and the Belnazari wait and listen for someone to find it.

OOC: Please god no retards, and it wouldnt be realistic for 50,000 people to turn up either.. so lets keep it sane :) Thanks, and Hello NS! Nice to be here..

(OOC: Hey all)

IC:

"Sir, we are picking up on the senors a unindentified object," reported communications/sensor officer Jonas.

"Ok, Junior Lt. Jonas, lets move at half speed towards it..." Started Captain Gortas.

"Sir...we are also picking up a message from this object." interupted the Junior Lt.

"Hmm, try to make contact with it and send this message: Greetings, this is Captain Dart Gortas of the starship Tiger Wing of the Earabian Corperation Navy, we would welcome a visit to your home world to make alliances with you." The captain waved his hand to shut off the transmition.

"Now we wait." said Captain Gortas.

At this point 5 other large starships appeared behind Tiger Wing.

OOC: Where the hell is this guy...?

OOC: No idea. I really dont want to go on without seeing how he reacts.

Well since this guy hasnt been here for a while, I am taking this ships and men i put here to another thread. Have fun all.