NationStates Jolt Archive

Things were changing. A lost nation found somewhere that existed outside of time, allies from old foes, Empires fall, Federations crumbling… The time had come. Colonel Thomas Sunday Junior, Tommy, or “Little Tommy”, despite his nearly 7 feet of height, had discovered something during a semi-routine covert op. Now it was time to act on what he had learned.

Miehmish vessels spread throughout the galaxy, seeking out certain nations, allies from old foes…

Messages went out, seeking the throneworlds of several nations, The Sith, Chronosia, No Endorse, the nations that were well known to the Miehmish, true allies…

Now, all that remained was the waiting, and their arrival at the meeting place. The first of the Juggernaut Fleet Command Ships had been tasked to this. It was really just a Carrier merged with an SD platform, longer, and with more internal volume and missiles, but not much else. It would arrive a day before the meeting was to take place, at the head of Home Fleet, to clear the area of any unsavory elements.

Elizabeth Firenza threw the last of her luggage into the cargo hold of her small personal craft. The hangar was empty except for herself, all preparations had been made. Why must the Gods visit such on me? I have only fufilled some of their more sadistic feelings. My creations have catapulted the Inferno Navy farther than it could have ever dreamed to be in a hundred years, almost ready to enter the universal stage! She slipped into the shuttle's harness, falling into bliss with the machine she had designed herself.

Outside the small hangar, an odd ring-like structure was slipped into a large freighter, with two black-trimmed cruisers hovering nearby. Her craft, a graceful rust-colored marvel of technology, slipped into the void, nearing the three craft as an escourt carrier neared, painted in the same black trim. A hyperwave transmission shot across the void.

"Firenza to Special Fleet Lima, prepare to jump out."

"You sure you don't want to ride in a wake, Miss Elizabeth?"

"I fully intend to arrive before you, Captain. I headed the design team for every single one of these craft except that carrier, where I personally wrote up the overhaul proposal. I know that you cannot keep pace with me, and won't try as you will have to leave the freightor in the dust. Now let's jump!"

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Elizabeth placed the ship on autopilot, sinking back into her seat. Mmm... finally some time away from the incessant prattle. There had been a rush as soon as it became apparent what was going on. Project Interloper was rushed back to active status, and all prototypes were refurbished with anything available. Great strides had been made, and the newest version promised to outpreform everything before it combined.

Of course, 'outpreform' was quite relative. She remembered that day when the first observation had been made. She had been just an intern, playing with an old hyperdrive. Suddenly, it appeared halfway across the room and in her hands, before exploding and throwing her through a glass panel. I wonder if the scars will ever heal? She thought ruefully, rubbing the network of ridges running down her back. As she drifted off to sleep, more memories flooded back.

This would be an interesting meeting indeed.

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The small formation of ships behind Elizabeth's watched her craft pull away rapidly, leaving the slower ships far behind. None of this formation would get in un-noticed, Sidejumpers ensured that. However, Dr. Firenza could at least give forwarning just in case. The craft powered on, taking the safest rout they could find.

Mini Miehm… What the hell was Mini Miehm, there had never been any contact with such a nation, but then again, isolationism did keep many a nation from becoming either ally or enemy, something the Unified Worlds of Siesatia didn’t’ mind. They had probably dug up the proper frequencies from some twenty year old data log or something… After all, it wasn’t like they had always been this way, heavens knows, she could remember the past 800 years. All this and more, ran through Supreme Admiral Ulayla Syphera’s mind, she had been enjoying her first vacation in over a hundred years when she was rudely airlifted right from the beach on Terra to the newly refurbished USV Aurora, once an Indran vessel, and considered a jewel of the navy.

Found drifting in open space, heavily damaged, the Aurora had been dismantled, and brought in secret to a little known Vector storehouse, where it was mothballed for over 300 years. Then, only fifty years ago, some politician had the grand idea to restore this grand vessel, this politician was former President Jessica Crescent, and it was, to her extreme pleasure, to be her last official act in office to reveal the restored dreadnaught to the Union, to the resounding cheers of countless civilians, showing the might and technological superiority that they could flawlessly integrate Siesatian technology with the revered Indran technology, something that shouldn’t have been surprising, seeing as most of the systems were based off of the technology gained from the capture of the massive Phaeralon Flagship. Now, the ship proudly bore the emblem of the Siesatian Temporal Incursion Fleet, the White Arrow surrounded by the red circle.

Syphera sat contemplating the coming meeting, tapping a claw against the intelligence report, which was displayed on the personal digital display device, listening to the hum of the temporal drives as they propelled the ship through space. The two other ships, Bladerunner 2s, could not keep up with the much faster Phaeralon vessel, so it was forced to run at a mere 80% speed so as not to loose its two escorts.

“We’re coming up to Mini Miehm territory; the ESUS database has supplied us with a relatively accurate star chart, so we don’t need to worry about getting lost.” The young lieutenant at the operations console chimed, breaking the monotony.

“Thank you Lieutenant, helm, bring us out of T-Space, and deactivate the S.P.E.C.T.R.E system, no need to sneak in, we’re invited guests, best not to sneak in the back door.” She said with a steady, firm voice that did not betray her age.

“Admiral, we have reentered normal subspace, and are proceeding to the coordinates while broadcasting a diplomatic signal. We should be there momentarily.” The helms officer stated. The Admiral stood up, fixing some of the plates in her armored uniform which had somehow gotten dislocated, she hadn’t had time to get a new diplomatic uniform, this one was a size too large, and was loose on her saurian frame. The Black and Olive green uniform was impressive, decked out with all the trimmings, including the white rope with some gold threads here and there, which hung from the side of her long neck, to her shoulder, and her golden Admiral’s wings shining brilliantly.

The diplomatic channels had already transmitted a dossier on Syphera to Mini Miehm, stating credentials and service history. Many assumed that she was just another ‘Military Brat’, they were often proved wrong when they found she could explain almost every temporal system aboard any one of her ships to a detail that would have made the engineers who designed them weep. After almost 870 years, she, for the first time, felt weary, she had always been a hero to the nation, a ‘National Treasure’ as former Presidents Nicholas Crescent and Drake Rille had both said during their stints in office, and she’d always drawn a sort of unlimited energy from the feeling, but now, she felt tired, worn out, what she wouldn’t’ do to visit the USS Freestar just one more time, to see her old crew quarters, to speak to Terence… And now, a familiar thought ran through her mind, ‘Why wasn’t I with them…’

“Admiral, we’re nearing the coordinates provided, should we disengage the drive?” the helm officer asked,

“Affirmative, get us to within 50,000 kilometers from the coordinates, and bring us out.” She said, standing, and heading for the door. “Then, prepare the diplomatic shuttles for launch, and send a message to the Miehmians, tell them we are prepared to send our representative and her party to the meeting.”


Message to Mini Miehm Meeting Station:

This is the USV Aurora, the USV Nemo, and the USS Davy Jones, requesting permission to send our diplomatic shuttles with Supreme Admiral Syphera and her party to a designated shuttle bay.


OOC: If you don’t mind, just RP the response as her already have landed and your reception committee, so we don’t need to get bogged down in the travel. Syphera is basically a sentient Utahraptor in the diplomatic ‘battle armor’ I described earlier, her race makes up roughly half the Siesatian population, and her bodyguards will be Burmecian, basically, humanoid rats, they’ll be wearing bright red plate mail, and holding polearms. It’s mostly ceremonial, but you can refuse them entrance, keep them in the shuttle if you so desire.

The small destroyer entered the system, Emerging directly into orbit from T-Space. The mass sensors and power sensors screamed as they detected the ship having the mass of a small sun and power reading nearly off the scale.

The black craft slowly made a pass near the vessel being used for the meeting. A sleek ebon shuttle detached from the rear of the ship and the destroyer Uplifted back into T-Space, leaving the shuttle and it’s occupant in Real Space.

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The Stiletto Shuttle entered the landing bay and slowed to a gentle stop inches from the surface. The silent ship just sat there upon the landing pad for several moments. An opening in the hull melted and the metal seemed to run down the side of the ship forming three independently hovering steps and a figure stepped out.

Grand Admiral Ga’Ton looked around for someone to meet him.

Hundreds of lit candles of many different shapes and sizes pierced the darkness of the small cold room. They were not placed in any particular order and thus cast shadows over the face of the Chairwoman. She had been resting on the floor with her eyes closed, meditating. A great many thoughts flowed through her mind. Future plans for the Corporation always seemed to be the most common because she was always molding it to suit her purposes. For the past decade, the Corporation was in a transitional period. It had always remained isolated from the outside world, never interfering in outside matters unless it had a direct influence upon it. But since her marriage to Chairman Jack O’Neill, she had been seeking to change the Corporation, turn it into what she wanted, a galactic power. Nothing, in her mind, would stop her from this plan. She had pushed for greater military funding with much success and was able to have the entire space fleet refitted. Closer to home, she personally trained and controlled all the security forces for the Chairman, Vice-Chairman, and herself. And she had other projects for the safety and security of the Corporation that no one even knew about, even her husband.

Among these thoughts were flashes of what she thought to be indications of future events. The capital city burning, people dying in the streets, an army marching through the streets. Perhaps they were brought on by her conversion to a Sith a few years earlier or maybe someone was trying to tell her something. She did not have a clue where these were from, but curiousity drove her to look deeper into the meaning of these visions. Every now and then she would find out something new. Though unfortunately, if these were future events, she did not know when they would happen.

Just then, she felt a presence in the room, and without opening her eyes, she asked, “General, what is it?”

The commander of the Zereul-class battlecarrier Siri O’Neill, Brigadier General Joseph Cartwright, replied, “Madam Chairwoman, we have arrived at the meeting place.”

“Very well, General, have my shuttle ready.”

“Yes, Madam Chairwoman.” He bowed his head humbly and left the room.

Siri O’Neill let out a long sigh and opened her eyes. Another meeting to attend. Another alliance to have to deal with. Another batch of asses to face. She hoped that the latter would not have to happen. Perhaps these will be somewhat intelligent people. she thought. Probably not, I am never that fortunate.

“Bah,” she mumbled out loud as she rose up from the floor to prepare for her little trip.

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About a half-hour later, Siri’s cylindrical shuttle landed lightly in the bay of the Mini Miehm vessel. With a loud clunk, the rear door opened from the top and fell to the floor. The first people to step out were two of the four Siri’s personal guards. Covered in silver and blue power armor that concealed all of their features, they stood at a little over seven feet tall and surveyed the area with their own sensors. A moment later, Siri walked out wearing a long blue robe with gold embroidery decorating it. People assumed that she was unarmed but she could conceal a great many things under it. Daggers perhaps or a small firearm or maybe her lightsaber. Only she knew. The other two guards came out after her as she looked around the bay for where to go.

Mini Miehm… What the hell was Mini Miehm, there had never been any contact with such a nation, but then again, isolationism did keep many a nation from becoming either ally or enemy, something the Unified Worlds of Siesatia didn’t’ mind. They had probably dug up the proper frequencies from some twenty year old data log or something… After all, it wasn’t like they had always been this way, heavens knows, she could remember the past 800 years. All this and more, ran through Supreme Admiral Ulayla Syphera’s mind, she had been enjoying her first vacation in over a hundred years when she was rudely airlifted right from the beach on Terra to the newly refurbished USV Aurora, once an Indran vessel, and considered a jewel of the navy.

Found drifting in open space, heavily damaged, the Aurora had been dismantled, and brought in secret to a little known Vector storehouse, where it was mothballed for over 300 years. Then, only fifty years ago, some politician had the grand idea to restore this grand vessel, this politician was former President Jessica Crescent, and it was, to her extreme pleasure, to be her last official act in office to reveal the restored dreadnaught to the Union, to the resounding cheers of countless civilians, showing the might and technological superiority that they could flawlessly integrate Siesatian technology with the revered Indran technology, something that shouldn’t have been surprising, seeing as most of the systems were based off of the technology gained from the capture of the massive Phaeralon Flagship. Now, the ship proudly bore the emblem of the Siesatian Temporal Incursion Fleet, the White Arrow surrounded by the red circle.

Syphera sat contemplating the coming meeting, tapping a claw against the intelligence report, which was displayed on the personal digital display device, listening to the hum of the temporal drives as they propelled the ship through space. The two other ships, Bladerunner 2s, could not keep up with the much faster Phaeralon vessel, so it was forced to run at a mere 80% speed so as not to loose its two escorts.

“We’re coming up to Mini Miehm territory; the ESUS database has supplied us with a relatively accurate star chart, so we don’t need to worry about getting lost.” The young lieutenant at the operations console chimed, breaking the monotony.

“Thank you Lieutenant, helm, bring us out of T-Space, and deactivate the S.P.E.C.T.R.E system, no need to sneak in, we’re invited guests, best not to sneak in the back door.” She said with a steady, firm voice that did not betray her age.

“Admiral, we have reentered normal subspace, and are proceeding to the coordinates while broadcasting a diplomatic signal. We should be there momentarily.” The helms officer stated. The Admiral stood up, fixing some of the plates in her armored uniform which had somehow gotten dislocated, she hadn’t had time to get a new diplomatic uniform, this one was a size too large, and was loose on her saurian frame. The Black and Olive green uniform was impressive, decked out with all the trimmings, including the white rope with some gold threads here and there, which hung from the side of her long neck, to her shoulder, and her golden Admiral’s wings shining brilliantly.

The diplomatic channels had already transmitted a dossier on Syphera to Mini Miehm, stating credentials and service history. Many assumed that she was just another ‘Military Brat’, they were often proved wrong when they found she could explain almost every temporal system aboard any one of her ships to a detail that would have made the engineers who designed them weep. After almost 870 years, she, for the first time, felt weary, she had always been a hero to the nation, a ‘National Treasure’ as former Presidents Nicholas Crescent and Drake Rille had both said during their stints in office, and she’d always drawn a sort of unlimited energy from the feeling, but now, she felt tired, worn out, what she wouldn’t’ do to visit the USS Freestar just one more time, to see her old crew quarters, to speak to Terence… And now, a familiar thought ran through her mind, ‘Why wasn’t I with them…’

“Admiral, we’re nearing the coordinates provided, should we disengage the drive?” the helm officer asked,

“Affirmative, get us to within 50,000 kilometers from the coordinates, and bring us out.” She said, standing, and heading for the door. “Then, prepare the diplomatic shuttles for launch, and send a message to the Miehmians, tell them we are prepared to send our representative and her party to the meeting.”


Message to Mini Miehm Meeting Station:

This is the USV Aurora, the USV Nemo, and the USS Davy Jones, requesting permission to send our diplomatic shuttles with Supreme Admiral Syphera and her party to a designated shuttle bay.


OOC: If you don’t mind, just RP the response as her already have landed and your reception committee, so we don’t need to get bogged down in the travel. Syphera is basically a sentient Utahraptor in the diplomatic ‘battle armor’ I described earlier, her race makes up roughly half the Siesatian population, and her bodyguards will be Burmecian, basically, humanoid rats, they’ll be wearing bright red plate mail, and holding polearms. It’s mostly ceremonial, but you can refuse them entrance, keep them in the shuttle if you so desire.

Every diplomat, or delegate, or whatever the nation chose to refer to them as, would be met at the shuttle bay by a platoon of Marines in Powered Armor. Powered Armor, the Admiral of Home Fleet, the Captain of the Juggernaut, and Emperor Roger.

Roger would greet the diplomats, and the Admiral and the Captain were there to ensure any "military" issues were handled properly. So long as the escorts were kept to a minimum, everything would be fine.

Sorry for the short post, but I hate arrivals...

The Otagian Avatar Vessel set down in the shuttle bay, it's streamlined form rippling as the QUETZAL Avatar was deposited on the floor below it. The skull-face of this particular model seemed to smile gently as it bowed elegantly before the armored Marines.

"Hail, friends. I am the chosen representative of Otagia and QUETZAL for this meeting. You may call me Marduk."

A Chronosian vessel had come; sending a shuttle to the appointed place. Lady Elsabet Prestor herself had come; honroed diplomat and consort of the Emperor; she graced the place with her presence as she had graced countless other meetings for countless other matters.

She shrugged out of her cloak, black, tight leather clinging to her form, silk pooling around her feet, leather and silk meeting in a tapestry of glorious sensation; pain and pleasure interspersed; she strode forth; wondering why she had been called forth by these most degenerate of her allies. She rarely enjoyed mingling with other cultures; especially the Miehmish. Arrogance was a bitter seed when it was not her own...

The admiral stepped out of the shuttle, already, other diplomatic shuttles had landed, and were greeting their hosts, her two guards flanked her on either side as she survayed the area. An entire platoon of Marines were standing at attention in case one of the diplomatic teams tried to cause any trouble. Walking slowly over, she stopped at a certain distance from the emperor, diplomatic code demanded that she maintain a certain distance from a foreign non-allied head of state, and allow him or her to approach should they wish to, she dipped her head in a sign of respect to the Miehm Officers and Emporer.

"Honorable hosts and representatives, I am Supreme Admiral Ulayla Syphera, leader of the Unified Worlds Temporal Incursion Fleet at your service."

OOC: Siesatians are a semi-paranoid people, so until they know you better, you're going to have to deal with all these diplomatic nicetys.

Seeing the Balroggan representative, she walked over, and did the same, only not from the same distance, being an old-time ally of the Union, the same gesture of respect was preformed at a much closer range.

When the Emperor and his associates approached the Chairwoman and her security forces, she looked over the group carefully, studying everything including weaponry, clothing, body movements, and the way they talked. After a brief moment, she introduced herself in her usual manner that she did with new people, devoid of all emotion.

“I am Siri O’Neill, Chairwoman of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation.”

She kept any sort of conversation short and to the point for revealing anything about herself was unnecessary in her opinion. The less people knew about her, the better.

Ga’Ton stood there watching everyone run around and listened into the passive chatter going on around him using his telepathy. He couldn’t help thinking about the lack of discipline. His soldiers would have been more orderly than the display he was seeing. Over to his right, a familiar shuttle was landing.

Ga’Ton turned to watch the shuttle land. He could tell it was one of the Siesatian shuttles but he was not sure of the exact model. It was apparently one of the newer models. It has been a long time since he saw a Siesatian shuttle. Too long.

He watched the diplomat exit from the ship and in a stiff diplomatic manner, greeted their host. She turned and noticed Ga’Ton and then came over using a much warmer greeting.

Ga’Ton returned with a simple bow.

“Greetings to you, it has been a long time since I have seen a Siesatian shuttle. I am Ga’Ton. I am very pleased to see you.”

"Everyone! We have one more arrival on the way! He should be here in a few minutes, oince he's here we can kick this off and get the meeting started." Rogers voice carried over any of the other conversations in the area. He was serious, there was just one more VERY major arrival, and then they'd get to work.

The Marine Colonel came into the bay, he would be taking over the "military side of operations in the bay, while the Admiral and the Capain headed to their bridges. The ship would be disappearing safely into Hyperspace, where no one could get at them other than their own allies and a few pirates.

The Marines in the bay were getting a bit edgy with the prolonged talking. It wasn't supposed to have taken this long, would the guest of honor arrive on time?

A meeting with one... Mini Miehm. Things had been heard, yes, but there were nothing particularly interesting known of the nation. Sallah smiled to herself and called her brother. This should prove to be interesting.

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It was, by no means, a surreptitious entrance, or at least, not to those who expected them. Space seemed to boil violently before tearing asunder, releasing the violently spiked ship in a gout of energy that sent yet aother pulse of energy through space. Of course, those who expected them were with the base range of the STC stabilizers, so what they saw wasn't neccesarily indicative of what the rest of the universe saw.

The rows of spikey protrusions folded backwards as the ship prepared to dock, transforming it from a threatening bundle of hate to a sleek, classy ship. As it settled to the ground, a door opened in the side and Tarenteor strode out to meet the others.

A meeting with one... Mini Miehm. Things had been heard, yes, but there were nothing particularly interesting known of the nation. Sallah smiled to herself and called her brother. This should prove to be interesting.

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It was, by no means, a surreptitious entrance, or at least, not to those who expected them. Space seemed to boil violently before tearing asunder, releasing the violently spiked ship in a gout of energy that sent yet aother pulse of energy through space. Of course, those who expected them were with the base range of the STC stabilizers, so what they saw wasn't neccesarily indicative of what the rest of the universe saw.

The rows of spikey protrusions folded backwards as the ship prepared to dock, transforming it from a threatening bundle of hate to a sleek, classy ship. As it settled to the ground, a door opened in the side and Tarenteor strode out to meet the others.

"Well... Another arrival. We weren't even sure YOU would show. As I told the other delegates, we are waiting for one very important arrival. Once HE is here, we'll get talking."

Taren smiled somewhat inwardly in response.

"Well, we have been somewhat lax in our relations as of recently, but I assume my presence is not of severe discomfort to you? If it is, I could always pretend to exit but actually leave eavesdropping equiptment, and then sell your secrets to the highest bidder. That's always a fun and unpredictable choice. And, keep in mind I don't offer that to everybody. It's just that I believe in the freedom of choice."

Taren smiled somewhat inwardly in response.

"Well, we have been somewhat lax in our relations as of recently, but I assume my presence is not of severe discomfort to you? If it is, I could always pretend to exit but actually leave eavesdropping equiptment, and then sell your secrets to the highest bidder. That's always a fun and unpredictable choice. And, keep in mind I don't offer that to everybody. It's just that I believe in the freedom of choice."

"We deal with Remiel on a regular basis, traumatizing you are not. We'll keep you around."

Anyone observing the arrivals on the Mini Miehmian Juggernaut would have assumed that they had all been allies of relatively good strength over a long period of time. It would be difficult to understand that most of them either had very tedious or unstable relationships, if they had any form of contact at all. Much of the conversation between the delegates was small talk; each of the representatives were trying to find out as much information about the other as possible and more importantly, what all they had in common. Everyone knew to at least some degree, that this was a meeting to discuss a possible alliance, but no one was completely sure, except for three nations in particular. Two of the delegates present knew exactly what was about to happen, but they remained tight-lipped about the entire thing, waiting to see how the others would react. Indeed, they would not have very long to wait.

From their vantage point in the docking bay, it may have gone unnoticed by some, but definitely not all, when a small, brilliant flash of light occurred 50,000km off the bow of the Miehmian Juggernaut. To the untrained eye, many would have missed, the ‘small’, silvery-black object that appeared out of hyperspace and gracefully banked towards the vessel on which the delegates were arriving. As the ship grew closer, it was obvious that it wasn’t as small as it first appeared; It was in fact, quite large. As the bow of this new, unknown vessel pierced the protective field and began to enter the landing bay, the delegates, who were all now obviously aware of the incoming craft, all wondered if the vessel would even fit in the hold. The Vessel was nearly two kilometers in length and had probably the sleekest look about her out of any of the vessels in the hold. No one had seen a vessel quite like her. The hull was a dark silver-black and from the pointed bow, to the smooth gill-like ripples along the side, to the broad engine block at the stern, she seemed to have been designed for speed, not unlike a barracuda that travels through hyperspace, instead of water. Although not visible to the outside observer, this ship did have teeth in the form of extremely deadly firepower, and a lot of it.

Many of the Delegates from the other nations did take note that there were absolutely no markings on the outer hull, nor were there any indications who this ship belonged to; a question they would not have to wait long to find out. The ship glided into the bay, seemingly forever, and finally, the softly pulsing sounds of the engines could be heard as they finally passed the field holding in the atmosphere. Amazingly, the ship fit into the bay as if it had been designed specifically for it, with only about 15 meters above the vessel, as well as on either side of the bow or stern. As the delegates stood and watched the arrival with awe and fascination, they were soon greeted with a sight and sound worth waiting for, the harmonics of an incoming transportation beam, five of them to be exact.

The five transporter beams quickly took the form of an absolutely stunning woman in the front, two men and two armored soldiers in the rear. All save for the two armored soldiers were wearing military dress uniforms were very flattering to each of them and were not unlike in color to the ship they just arrived in. Most interestingly, each arrival appeared to be highly decorated senior officers, with the woman the highest ranking of them all. She looked around at the delegates before her, and with that ever-present glint in her eye she introduced her team.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Tirara Vinan, Senior General Officer in the Indra Prime Tactical Fleet.”

“This is Major General Corius Malek , commander of the newly christened Phaeralon Flagship and Colonel Francesco Danica commander of the Celestia that you see behind us, ,” indicating the officers as she introduced them.

She went on, “From what we have heard, there is a lot the nations gathered here today have to discuss. I suggest we get to it.”

"Alright then everyone, let's head for the conference room, enough of us are here that we can get to work." As the Indran delegates appeared, the massive doors to the landing bay began to close. They couldn't leave it open when they translated to Hyperspace, or elsae the radiation would kill everyone in the bay almost instantly.

On the Flag Bridge:

"Trtansmit the order to disburse Home Fleets Carriers, BCs, and all other screen units. The SDs can keep up with us, so, lets get going."

"Aye Sir, Fleet translating into Hyper...NOW."

On the Ships Bridge:

"Prepare to translate into Hyper with the rest of the remaining fleet, once we're out of here we'll change vectors and get going."

"Aye Sir, translating into Hyper now. SDs following."

In Space:

The Fleet mostly disappeared all at once, the SDs stayed behind for a few seconds more, but they too disappeared alongside the Juggernaut. No one would know where they were, or where they were going.

TAG, MM check TG's.

Waiting. One of the numerous things that the Chairwoman hated doing whether it was for an hour or even several minutes. She was not a very patient person and wanted every meeting to start as soon as she arrived, but obviously that was not going to happen in this case.

She folded her arms and tapped her foot against the landing bay floor. Damnit, she thought. Let’s get started already. Enough with the screwing around. Then she noticed that the delegates were watching something outside. Finally, that must be the last guest. She turned around and watched as the sleek Indran vessel slowly pulled into landing bay. While everyone else was amazed, she merely raised an eyebrow. It was an interesting vessel to her, but she did not share the same feelings that anyone else did. She viewed the arrival as just a way to impress all of the delegates.

But then Tirara Vinan and the other four people teleported out and introduced themselves. Hmmm…an introduction that’s straight to the point. They appear to have at least one redeeming quality.

Taren was... surprised. The Indrans were supposed to be all gone, but you never really could trust a nation like them to just vanish in a puff of smoke, all at once, now could you? So, Taren, being the sensible, smart humanoid he was, did the sensible, smart, humanoid thing. He cursed lewdly. And then, of course, he introduced himself.

"Well, I thought all of you bastards were dead! Good show. I'm Tarenteor, of Jangle Jangle Ridge. Having fun breaking the fabric of space and time?"

Tirara smiled as she walked next to Tarenteor down the dark corridor towards the conference room where the meeting was to take place. Her subordinates walked a few steps behind her while one of her guards was preceeding them and the other following.

"There was a necessity for our departure from this Universe to allow the timestream to return to normal. However, in doing so, a significant amount of chaos interdicted and we were summoned back into service. Had we not been contacted, it is most likely, Indra Prime would have remained out of this universe indefinitely."

They continued to walk down the corridor as Tarenteor thought this over slightly and then Tirara spoke again just as they reached the conference room.

"So how have the allies of Indra fared while our nation was absent from Galactic Affairs?"

Tirara smiled as she walked next to Tarenteor down the dark corridor towards the conference room where the meeting was to take place. Her subordinates walked a few steps behind her while one of her guards was preceeding them and the other following.

"There was a necessity for our departure from this Universe to allow the timestream to return to normal. However, in doing so, a significant amount of chaos interdicted and we were summoned back into service. Had we not been contacted, it is most likely, Indra Prime would have remained out of this universe indefinitely."

They continued to walk down the corridor as Tarenteor thought this over slightly and then Tirara spoke again just as they reached the conference room.

"So how have the allies of Indra fared while our nation was absent from Galactic Affairs?"

"Hold on a minute. Let's head for the conference room. We can't have this meeting just out in the middle of the landing bay."

The delegates were led to the Conference Room by a decent number of Marine Guards. Two of them took up positions outside the conference room, while he delegates arrayed themselves about the table.

Tarenteor kept pace with Tirara, and settled down next to her at the delegates' table. He resumed the conversation.

"Oh, same old, same old. However, we have sunk into a certain facade of... anonymity in the universe, if you will. We have our hands in many areas of this galaxy, but always with middlemen. It's a neccesity for us. We have had to lay low since that biomechanical juggernaught that is Ven Ker'seahn destroyed our planets. That was... a setback. However, we go on, in our own way. The destruction has caused a forced rebirth of our technological advancement. That is one thing that has pleased me greatly."

Elsabet seated herself, hmphing slightly as she gazed around. Indrans, now that was certainly a development. They had been thought lost from the universe; isolated and sheltered. The only recorded Chronosian contact had been minor observations during the Dratherian war; where the Indrans had practically held an entire world hostage to enforce a wretched scrap of paper.

Beings so utterly focussed upon order rarely saw progression beyond what they deemed perfect, yet seem entirely content to enforce their own unformed wills upon galaxies. Little glorious Chaos graced such beings, beings of method and mannerism, of logical progression; never seeing the endless array of Chaotic factors that could so easily blow their theories into monstrous malfunctions. The evil spirit in the machine, the mechanical malcontent waiting to reveal itself. Would they revel in such things as they did in the Imperium? Would they venerate the Machine God and all the workings of glorious unfathomable Chaos.

She doubted it.

But this unexpected return would doubtlessly prove amusing; and have nigh untold consequences on the rest of the galaxy. The galaxy destined to be ruled by Chaos and disorder.

Syphera stopped in mid sentence in her conversation with the Balroggan representative, as the large vessel landed in the bay. It only took her a second to realize the markings on the side of the vessel were Indran in origin. There had been similar markings on the Aurora before she had been refitted. Smiling, politely excused herself from her conversation, and walking towards the Indran representative, who, after a quick announcement she hadn’t heard, was conversing with Taren, the Emperor of Jangle Jangle Ridge.

They were led to a conference table, Siesatians as a rule, tried to keep everything interesting, their own conference rooms had spared no expense, everything from the seats to the holographic displays were top of the line, and kept that way, but this room just reeked of bureaucracy and government, there was always something about buildings used in governmental proceedings…. Bringing her thoughts back into focus, she soon found she couldn’t sit in the chair provided, being almost twenty feet long, and instead, took up a respectful standing position where she had been assigned to sit.

(OOC: Sorry for the tiny post, didn't get back til late, but felt I should get us along a bit.)

Marduk followed the Indran representatives to the conference room, a somewhat bemused expression on its face. Well, there would have been one, had it had a face. Seating itself in a chair, it turned to the Indran representative.

"It is good to see your people again. It has been a long time since this segment of the Continuum has been graced by your presence, pardon the pun. Have you enjoyed your vacation?"

Tirara looked at the Otagian representative and smiled ruefully.

"Oh how I wish that we had been on some kind of vacation. However, we have been hard at work."

She glanced around and leaned in to the Otagian Rep so that no one else could hear.

"We are working on a few new pieces of technology that should make our return more prominent not to mention give the reason we're meeting here today, some teeth."

She leaned back in her leather chair and raised her voce back to normal speaking levels.

"It'll all be interesting to see what all is planned for this meeting today. Who knows, maybe we will be able to work some kind of agreement out for whatever reason we have been summoned here for."

As she ended this, she glanced around the table looking at the delegates seated at the table, as well as the delegates lounging around the refreshments table who were lost in meaningless conversations with one another. Hopefully the meeting would be started offically before too much time went by. She still have massive amounts of work to do, now that Indra Prime had been recalled back into this universe.

OOC: MM told me to start out already on the ship. MM, FYI I got an AIM set up (dad got iChat to work). However, I don't know my address yet and I can't talk for four mor days.

IC:
Lady Shelintiave (http://www.cjproductions.co.uk/images/drawings/sith_female-t.jpg), Kirtir Lord of Huntaer, took her seat in the meeting room, arrived late as usual. Ever since her brother disapeared into the Aphotic Galaxy's Unknown Reagons, her loyalty to her duties have been slow. She's still trying to recover from the shock of Deshoonde's death, "sorry I'm a bit late. Bad dreams."

She turned her head and saw the Chronosian Representative, and nodded. The Huntarian Empire has been allies with the Chronosians for quite some time, and it's been a while since she's had contact. Actually, she can't remember if she has even met anyone from Chronosia. She also spotted who appeared to be a Mehemish Representative. She slightly recognised the Seisatian, since they had a practice war game with the first huntarian empire's origonal star destroyer.

There were two others whom she didn't recognize; the Otagian Rep, and the Inda Prime Tirara. Shelintiave had no idea who they were. She has only heard of them from records sent from Coruscant by her cousin Darth Aelikes, and from the Mehemish.

She turned to Tirara, "greetings. My name is Lady Shelintiave, I'm a representative of the Kirtir Lords of Huntaer. I was referred to you by the Mehemish Representative leaders. My master, Dath Trilkan, sent me here to descuss some fom of a agreement with our two Empires."

Tarenteor settled himself further into the chair and glanced around himself at the other delegates. It seemed most everyone had assembled, and most of them were of a pleaseable enough disposition to remain chatting amongst themselves. So, that brought up the simple question: When, exactly was this all going to start.

"So, does anyone here have any idea when we're going to get this meeting running? I'm certain that if it doesn't start soon I have better things to do than sit around and chat with old friends, even if most of them think I'm dead. I can do that just as easily in my ship as I can in this meeting room. So let's start, shall we?"

Tarenteor settled himself further into the chair and glanced around himself at the other delegates. It seemed most everyone had assembled, and most of them were of a pleaseable enough disposition to remain chatting amongst themselves. So, that brought up the simple question: When, exactly was this all going to start.

"So, does anyone here have any idea when we're going to get this meeting running? I'm certain that if it doesn't start soon I have better things to do than sit around and chat with old friends, even if most of them think I'm dead. I can do that just as easily in my ship as I can in this meeting room. So let's start, shall we?"

"Most of us can guess why we're here. During a slightly less than regular operation we discovered the Indrans. Due to the current state of galactic unrest, we asked them to return. Now, you're all here because you are either a trusted ally of us, or the Indrans. I'll let the Indrans explain the rest, since all of this hinges on them."

Ga'Ton waited for the rep from Indra to begin.

He had taken his place at the table early and waited patiently but the others busy socializing by the food table were dragging the start of the meeting beyond what was necessary.

"Yes, lets get everyone at the table so we can start."

Hopefully the simple reminder would be enough to get the others in mind for what the meeting was about.

ooc> Sorry for the delay. To save time, we'll assume that my deligate was already there.

ic> Lord and Master Kalgar had been sitting quietly, waiting for the meeting to begin. As the leader of Gronde and the AoN, his presence usually meant that something important was going on. Thus far, he hadn't spoken to anyone. He would wait and hear what they had to say.

The Chairwoman had already been seated for some time already and was awaiting the start of this particular meeting. She was growing tired of the pointless chit-chat and lightly tapped her fingers against the top of the meeting table. Enough of this. Sit the hell down and get this over with already, she thought, tapping on the table harder and harder as she became even more impatient.

Admiral Ga'Ton looked over at the Chairwoman.

"My thoughts exactly..."

She wasn't sure he read her thoughts or her body language.


EDIT: wrong character name, edited to Ga'Ton

Raising an eyebrow slightly, the Chairwoman glanced over to Admiral Ga'Ton, the one she assumed spoke to her, and nodded, glad that someone shared the same sentiments as her. But she did wonder if he literally meant it or if he just watched the way she was tapping away at the table. The galaxy was filled with people that can read minds. Hell, even she could do it if she chose to.

She stopped tapping and folded her arms, looking around the room at the various delegates and studying them. She remarked to herself, God, these people are about as interesting and as exciting as a funeral. Their private lives are probably about the same, too.

EDIT: See Balrogga's post

Tirara looked around and saw that the delegates that had already arrived and taken their seats were getting antsy and bored all save for Tarenteor, who had gotten up and decided to attack the refreshment table. As he was loading his plate with mounds of food, Tirara stood up and began to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, and other present species. If you weren’t in the hangar when I arrived and announced myself, I am Tirara Vinan, General of the Indran Temporal Incursion Fleet. I want to first start off by thanking each and every one of your for attending this meeting which many of you had no idea about the specific nature of this meeting.”

She looked around the table at the delegates sitting and listening to what she had to say, along with the Siesatian who was lounging against the wall.

“As I look around I see many faces representing age old allies of Indra Prime, I see some people representing previously hostile nations against us and I know that not all blood between each of the nations represented here is good. However let me explain why you all are here.”

With this, she nodded to Colonel Danica who removed a thin, sleek pad about two inches across, set it on the table in front of him and activated it. Immediately, the room surrounding the delegates disappeared momentarily leaving a totally black void. Soon the void was replaced with a three dimensional schematic that very few people in the room could even comprehend. The table appeared to be gone with the hologram replacing it and each of the delegates were standing in a circle around the schematic. Tirara began to walk just inside the circle of delegates never taking her eyes off the display in front of them.

“This Ladies and gentlemen, is the current state of affairs in this Space/Time Continuum. What you are seeing is a real-time representation of the flow of time and the subsequent branches that take place throughout the universe. Each crux point at the intersection of the timestreams which you are seeing, are crucial decision points that have taken place/will take place over the next few months and years.”

She points to a section of the diagram on one side that looks like a bunch of multicolored strings that are in alignment with the occasional loop.

“This was about fifteen months ago. According to our post-temporal projections, the timeline had a very small incursion factor and the Continuum was relatively stable.”

She points to another section of the diagram closer to the middle. Many of the multicolored threads started to look ‘frayed’ and some began to lose cohesion and split apart, a few forming loops.

“Here’s where the universe it right now. As you can tell, the chaotic nature that is depicted shows that order and civilization is beginning to unravel. There are more Temporal Incursion Events occurring thus a significant cause to the deterioration of the Time Continuum.”

She pauses for a moment to let this information sink in to the minds of the delegates who are able to keep up. Then she points to the far end of the display which shows a tangled mess of the multicolored strings. At this point, there are many loops and other shapes anyone outside of the Temporal Incursion Laboratories in Indra Prime would be unable to identify.

“If things keep going the way they are going currently, there will be the equivalent of a Dark Age throughout the Universe. Chaos will reign and order will be a fond memory of the distant past.”


With that, every delegate could hear/feel a subconscious low popping sound as the device was deactivated and each of them were ‘returned’ to their former positions, sitting around the table. Tirara continued to speak as if nothing of any significance had happened.

“According to our future projections, if no changes are made to the current system, the order and peace you have all come to know, will be dead in no less than 100 years. Afterwards, there will be an interim of at least 100,000 years before any form of order can be restored.”

She let this information sink in while watching the faces of the delegates turn more melancholy.

“That being said, I feel I must bring you up to date on the events that have happened to lead to this meeting. Six weeks ago, a team from Northrop-Grumman managed to create a stable 9 Chevron wormhole through a singularity known on the ESUS star charts as PSR BH 432-1. Unbeknownst to the Northrop-Grummans, the wormhole connected to a base established by Indra Prime nearly two thousand years ago. The people at their Stargate Command could not identify the location of the destination gate save the fact that it passed through the PSR BH 432-1 singularity. With intel regarding some massive operation going on in the SGC, the nation of Mini Miehm sent one of their operatives to follow the team that went through the gate and report back. On the other side, they found a fully intact, and more importantly, a fully operational Indra Prime Military Facility. They made a request for our return to this galaxy and with sufficient reasoning, we agreed. We did some research that led to the diagram I just showed you and we ordered them to set up this meeting so that we could lay out the facts as they were to come.

“Which brings us to where we are. We have asked you all here today, for the sole purpose of significantly altering the balance of power throughout the Galaxies of which each of our nations are resident in. With the former alliances such as the restored Extra Solar Union of Systems Alliance, the Alliance of Naggaroth, the Galactic Empire, and the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances in near total disarray, there has become a need for a new, stonger alliance to retake the scene and bring space back to order. I propose that the nations here today sign into reality a charter for the Trans-galactic Reconnaissance, Intelligence, and Tactical Organization, or TRITON Alliance. Each nation who is here today, was specifically chosen to break ground on this alliance because each and every one of you represent nations that bring massive amounts of collateral and capabilities to the table. The TRITON Alliance will severely upset the balance of power throughout this region of space and will quickly become a force to reckon with.”

She turned to Colonel Danica once more and nodded, at which point he reactivated the tablet and the display from the Temporal Observatory reappeared.

“This is the state of the universe as it is currently and if no alliance is created on this day. However…”

She paused as the display fluidly morphed into another image with most of the multicolored threads becoming less and less entangled and formed an aligned grouping of threads. At the widest region of the chaos a pulsating red plane bisected the diagram. She indicated the plane which appeared.

“This is the formation of the TRITON Alliance. As each of you can see, as a result, the chaos to order radio diminishes drastically and eventually returns to a level of economic, political, and military stability as existed before the fall of the Great Alliances. Compare the two images, and decide. Which would you rather your nations, your families, your children live in?”

She gave pause to allow the new image to soak in and to allow the delegates, all now staring at this amazing image, to ask questions that came to mind.

Elizabeth Firenza spoke up for once. She had remained silent since her landing, just an odd small ship in the far corner of the hangar, and watched through the entire procession. However, this was too much.

"General Vinan, this is all well and good. However, that is not the course that our own equivilant of such prediction technology shows. Would you be so kind as to show why the science of Psychohistory, which has served us for years, is unable to predict such an outcome? Perhaps you are using a different set of starting postulates." She placed a data disk on the table. "You can check the calculations yourself, they're all sound and from the most up-to-date equations and information in the field."

"Also, how can an alliance headed by a Temporal Incursion Fleet help us achieve an end to chaos? That will only cause more deviation in the universe, as nations rapidly develop technology to try to combat you. We remember the Temporal Accord, we still have Project Interloper, though it has had several major breakthroughs. In fact, that is what is in the freighter that accompanied me here, and I am willing to show it to many of the nations here. When you consider that I can design and construct a makeshift prototype stepback gate from the scattered notes and postulates of scientists working frantically before your dissapearance, you must realize that it won't be difficult for nations with legions of self-proclaimed experts to start crash development projects. And as soon as they begin to dabble in the temporal stream, all of our equations break down, we return to the infamous infinity solution. All we can predict is chaos."

"Returning with your temporal technology can only serve to worsen the already tense situation. Even though Project Interloper is amazingly primative, it is maybe even a century ahead of several galaxies in terms of complexity. From what I can tell, and you may correct me if I am wrong, there is no major drive to develop such weapons when it is cheaper to make hordes of Star Destroyers. With your dissapearance the necessity stopped. Nations reverted to cheaper and, in the short term, more effective means of killing each other, like singularity torpeedos and superlasers. In returning with such creations, you will add an unknown variable into the equation, and indirectly cause more disruption of space-time than you may be able to fix by creating an arms race."

Ga'Ton stood up and announced in a loud voice:

"Well, I have the distinct pleasure to be the first to stand up and put my support behind our long time ally. The Balrogga Empire will assist Indra Prime as allways. You can still count upon the Empire."

Kalgar spoke up, ignoring the loud and fairly annoying display by the delegate from Balrogga.

"I agree with the delegate from No Endorse," Lord and Master Kalgar began. "I continue on to say that there is no way to really predict what the future will be. The galaxy has an infinite number of worlds with an even more infinite number of life forms. There is no computer powerful enough to calculate that many variables; the most important of said variables being the free will of intelligent beings. Consider the massive and incomprehensible scale of what you are claiming to be able to predict."

"Even the smallest changes can have drastic effects on the course of history once time is added to the equation. For example: say I were to return to my capital and randomly shoot someone. Nobody "important," mind you. Now, this person's death would, in turn, affect everyone that knew him in some way. Then, every person that was known by all the individuals that the dead man knew would also be affected...and so on. I could not even come close to calculating, even with all our technology, the difference that one action will have made on the universe as opposed to a course of history where I had not made that action. And I'm only talking about a change as minor as one individual. You are talking about a much larger scale. The basic formula for determining the severity of things can be described, roughly, as such: the level of the change made ^ time."

"Mind you, I am not a scientist as much as I am a philosopher. However, I still hope you find my view point to be worth considering."

Soun had been sitting quietly, minding her own business to this point. It was remarkably easy, given her undistinctive appearance. Besides, she had nothing interesting to say - she wasn't entirely sure why she'd been requested to attend - merely that it was an issue both Castes had an interest in, and as the longest serving Jordaxian diplomat, she had been first chosen. She sat through the presentation given by Tinara, and left it thoroughly confused. The diagram hadn't helped at all, even if it was helpfully animated. So, instead, she listened closely to the words - foretelling, as she had dreaded, the doom of the galaxy. thoroughly melodramatic stuff, she would have reasoned, from most sources. Not from anyone from Indra Prime, however. That put a different complexion on the matter. Snapping herself out of her thoughtfulness and back into reality with a start, the aftermath of the presentation filtered into her ears. Numerous delegates were bursting into their own longwinded and equally incomprehensible speeches, with the exception of the enigmatic Balroggans, who declared support.

Waiting for a slight lull in the questions and statements, she interjected her own, making her best effort to stop her voice sounding quite as drowsy as she was.

"Tinara. I am not a mathemetician, or one of your scientists in the observatory." she gestured at no-one in particular. "So, I hope you understand that much of the subtleties you may speak of are lost to me. However, I am not a fool. If you say this is serious, I shall accept your appraisal and recommend joining the alliance to both Castes. Though it is also confusing to me how the Empires can help. We are not a particularly renowned people in any field of endeavour.... Though that is not an important matter. My question is : What can those of us with no knowledge of the exotic sciences you practice do to assist - and what will the costs be? I doubt there would be such a gathering here in one place if the alliance was purely meant as a charter of well-meaning nations. What are your terms?"

Leaving it at that, Soun leaned back in her seat, and waited for the response, thinking on how more elegantly she could have phrased it, if she simply knew what she was attending beforehand.

IC:

Shelintiave spoke up, "I have to agree with the No Endorse and Gronde representatives. While the Kirtir have been to be the more accurate of those who use the force to predict the future, we still make percations incase what we predict didn't come true... Or worse, it flipped to favor our enemies. There are only five people who know of the immediate future of the Huntarian Empire. My master and his apprentice, and three very close friends. I don't know what the future holds for my Empire."


"Returning with your temporal technology can only serve to worsen the already tense situation. Even though Project Interloper is amazingly primative, it is maybe even a century ahead of several galaxies in terms of complexity. From what I can tell, and you may correct me if I am wrong, there is no major drive to develop such weapons when it is cheaper to make hordes of Star Destroyers. With your dissapearance the necessity stopped. Nations reverted to cheaper and, in the short term, more effective means of killing each other, like singularity torpeedos and superlasers. In returning with such creations, you will add an unknown variable into the equation, and indirectly cause more disruption of space-time than you may be able to fix by creating an arms race."

" 'Tis true ally. I'm not sure about the Temporal Accord, for the Huntarian Empire were still isolated at the time, (OOC: Meaning, I wasn't around) and we have developed our own massive laser weapon. You've seen the specifications."

"And... There is the Force. The Force itself is a mighty weapon of terrible power and pain for which the Kirtir have found no true need for Temporal Weapons. It's rumored amungst the higher military officers that the Empire are searching for ways of tapping into the force and creating their own weapons and forms of travel. Like the Chaos Fleets of the Chronosian Imperium. We have, however, created our own Temporal Torpetoes to use against the Godulans. Hmph, we created those too late."

At the receipt of the news from the Indran representative, Syphera straightened up from her position by the wall, she would have expected an offer of assistance from one of their hosts, but then again, to err is human, or so she was told, she hadn’t worked with a human face to face in over 700 years. Waiting until the others quieted down, she spoke.

“We have similar projections, I would display them from my CR Chip, but that would just be repeating the same information… Now… we attempted our own containment measures with varying degrees of success, sealing rifts and the like; but it only puts a barely perceptible dent in the figure. We can’t even enforce the TA without a thousand, if the others here will excuse the expression, ‘Rogue’ nations jumping down our throats; we have only been able to do so successfully if they attempt to carry out Temporal Activity while doing something a majority considers to be wrong, and only then with the assistance of such allies as the Balroggans and the Jordaxian.” She said, motioning to their respective representatives.

“The idea of the TA did, admittedly have flaws, one of which was the disorganization between members, the fact that, while all claimed to be opposed to ‘Rogue’ nations meddling with the timeline, only a few actually enforced it, and even fewer stood behind it when it was challenged. If the TRITON will, similarly to the ESUS, have its members enforce its rules, then my own nation will continue to support the TA, and the new TRITON Alliance. With the combined resources of such powerful nations, we would make more then a dent in the figure.”

Standing back, she returned to watching the affairs, having said her part for now.


OOC: Its short, but I’m getting lectured about excessive computer usage, so I gotta run.

Tirara listened to the thoughts and criticism from the nation delegates with absolutely no surprise whatsoever. She knew coming into this, that the formation of the alliance would be a difficult thing to create, especially since one of the Architects of this alliance has such a massive background in Temporal Technology. She decided the best way to approach the situation would be to take each nation’s comments and respond to them as they came. She first turned towards the delegate from No Endorse, Elizabeth Firenza.

“Ms. Firenza, please understand that Indra Prime scientists are well aware of the study of psychohistory. Granted it does provide a limited amount of predictive capabilities for the future, but as I am sure you are well aware of, psychohistory has one critical flaw. It is used to determine the reactions of large groups of people and when individual aspects are introduced, the formulae fall apart. For example, Psychohistory does not allow for the inclusion of spatial disturbances which can radically alter the effects of the future. It does not allow for the interactions of individuals that have the sway to control vast groups of people. Generally speaking, if everything remained nominal and the groups remained blissfully ignorant of Psychohistory then the predictive nature of Psychohistory would hold up.

“Our Technology is very much different in that regard. Granted, even as the most advanced nation in Temporal Theory, we do not have the capacity to monitor every individual lifeform in the galaxy. However, we DO have the ability to include planetary and spatial disturbances that radically alter the status quo that seriously has the potential to alter more lives than anyone can imagine. Being able to perform this along with interactions with far smaller groups, allows us to predict with reasonable certainty the outcome of the events to come.

“Truth be told, we are not infallible. Many centuries ago, just shortly before the First Exodus, we encountered a race of beings that DID in fact have temporal capabilities that rivaled and in some places, surpassed our own. We were unable to predict their actions and very nearly lost a war that could have left space/time for billions of light years an unending maze of causality loops. Fortunately, we followed a course of action that they had not counted on and we defeated them soundly. Yes, there were many nations attempting to strive to match our technological capabilities, but the formation of the Temporal Accord was used to prevent them from creating any serious damage to the timeline.

“Now, I can already hear your objections. The Temporal Accord did indeed have its flaws, however I DO believe that it was a document that was absolutely necessary. I still believe some version of the Temporal Accord should exist. The Accord was designed NOT to block nations from developing the technology, it was designed to limit the growth in such a way, that nations would be able to learn how to use the technology responsibly. Once done, they could advance as much as the wanted to, providing the maintained a level of responsibility. If not, they would be targeted as a threat like any other nation with advanced technology who used it dangerously and would be stopped.

“The Temporal Incursion Fleet of Indra Prime is the single most advanced fleet with temporal capabilities. Even though our extreme levels of advancement in temporal technology, we abhor using it as a strategic weapon unless we have absolutely no other choice. They are here not to serve Indra Prime solely, but to serve the galaxy as protectors of the timeline. We will even go as far as allowing Core nations of this alliance to station personnel onboard the Temporal Incursion Fleet and monitor its usage, perhaps even assisting nations here in this alliance to build a Temporal Fleet of their own. If nations here are afraid of the significant power held by my nation, then we will level the field a bit so that each nation will have a way to mount at least a respectable defense from almost any nation who attempts to use this technology in an aberrant way.”


She paused to look at the notes that were laid out on the flat holographic display on the tabletop before her.

“Master Kalgar, let me bring you and the rest of the nations present here up to speed. As it has been a fairly secret project and asset to the Indran people, The Temporal Observatory is no mere computer. It is a very sophisticated array of sensors, analytical programs, and displays that is tied directly into the fabric of space/time. It took nearly five thousand years to get it to the point where its at today, and even with the virtually unlimited resources at our disposal, we have only been able to construct two of these devices. The basic principles behind this technology are more complicated than I care to go into currently, however, in layman’s terms, the sensors ‘feel out’ the very minute deviations in the fabric of space/time, they monitor the changes that occur to those distortions, and they generate an image of the overall flow of space/time in this Space/Time Continuum. We do have the ability to ‘zoom in’ on a specific event, where if we have enough information, we can see it reasonably clearly and the interactions of the people most important to its involvement. However, like most events that exist, the closer we get to a very isolated point in time, the less and less clear the images get, and that’s where your free will comes in.

“Like I was explaining to Ms. Firenza, our technology is not infallible. The Suchae, the enemy race that nearly destroyed us, took advantage of us in those moments where our ‘resolution’ of the events past/present/future was the most difficult to see through. Our technology is like a micro-psychohistorical database with the added ability to include inanimate reactions to animate matter and vice versa.”


She again paused at the end of her answer to Lord and Master Kalgan to find out where she had to respond next. Jordaxia, an old ally from the ESUS days.

“Ms. Soun. It is a pleasure to deal with Jordaxians once again. Let me reiterate the very important fact, that this alliance is NOT here to solve our personal problems and not for our own personal gain. It is for the benefit of every nation represented in this room and any nation with ties to us abroad. As for why yours and the other nations represented here were chosen, we believed that combined the resources of these nations had the best capability of affecting the most change for the better in this region of space. It is not needed that each nation be uniquely capable in exotic fields, just be capable in protecting that which the care for the most and being able to make a stand for something that is truly magnificent. The Alliance will promote free trade among members, will provide a mutual defense pact, and allow all our nations to come together to confront any and all threats that may besiege this region of space.”


Without looking down at her notes, she new the next person she had to address was the representative from Huntaer.

“Lady Shelintiave, I do not know precisely the nature of this ‘FORCE’ you speak of, but from what I gather, it is something of a mix between telekinesis and telepathy amongst other abilities. While it may give you limited insight into future, can you tell me that it is totally infallible and that there are NO situations in which even the ‘FORCE’ is unable to discern the true outcome of events to come?”


Saving the ‘positive’ comments for last she tapped the control that sent her notes to a data processor which analyzed her writing and turned it into a report for later reviewing. She looked up at Grand Admiral Ga’Ton of Balrogga and Supreme Admiral Syphera, who was trying to get comfortable in a room designed for humanoid creatures.

“Grand Admiral Ga’Ton. Supreme Admiral Syphera. Thank you for your most gracious words in supporting this new cause. I know that with support like yours the capabilities of the Alliance will be enhanced tenfold and we will be able to deal with more pressing matters as time goes by. I look forward to working with each of you once again!”


General Tirara Vinan sat back down in her chair and reviewed the newly created document that contained the notes she had simply written down. Now was time for more positions to be made apparent and hopefully, she would be able to convince them, this Alliance is something worth fighting for.

"We would offer words of intent had we assurance that your words are for the good of all. We are a culture born into a universe of madness. A universe that countless would attempt to order; yet no man can master Chaos; without or within. Were you to try and blot it out, it would simply find another route; damning and consuming you utterly. Too often we have seen the lengths that those of Indra Prime go to; upholding their own repulsive views of temporal purity; threatening worlds with death and subjugation if they do not surrender their temporal endeavors and sign their Accord. While you speak of change, and of nessecity, you must also look to the future. I trust, we trust that you can do this."

Elsabet was standing now; looking around the room; as though she sensed each set of eyes turn to her.

"We must be assured of strength and unity; unity of might, unity of purpose; unity of allegience. We shall not be lapdogs to those who would enforce their power through the will of technology alone. Is there any here who would add their might to our own without bias? We are the sons and daughters of Chaos; of Chronosia itself. We see power here; but is it a power that shall nurture or oppress. The old ways die and gutter in against themselves; even as powers such as the Sith return one cannot be assured of strength in the old ways. The Old Alliances are dead; smoldering ruins. What remains of those who once repelled the Shivan hordes, but whispers? What remains of the Sith Wars that ravaged galaxies, save dead worlds and dead leaders? Without guidance, each are squabbling children, arguing over ashes and bones! What of the usurper alliances who gather in the wake of the giants; desiring power, feasting on carrion!

We shall not sit by and watch all the glory of the past slip away. Gathered here today are the glories of the past side by side with the way of the future. If we cannot seize upon this moment; if we cannot enforce our will upon the universe and have it yield; shape to our will; then how can the Golden days of old come again? We shall not go easily into the void. We shall not surrender to the wiles of fate and damnation. No. We shall fight for a glorious Imperium so long as we have the strength in our bones to do so. So long as we stand, we shall never let this galaxy shrink into nothingness; never let it be dominated by malcontents and fools.

We shall fight for a future of glory. A future of Change and renewal."

"We would offer words of intent had we assurance that your words are for the good of all. We are a culture born into a universe of madness. A universe that countless would attempt to order; yet no man can master Chaos; without or within. Were you to try and blot it out, it would simply find another route; damning and consuming you utterly. Too often we have seen the lengths that those of Indra Prime go to; upholding their own repulsive views of temporal purity; threatening worlds with death and subjugation if they do not surrender their temporal endeavors and sign their Accord. While you speak of change, and of nessecity, you must also look to the future. I trust, we trust that you can do this."

Elsabet was standing now; looking around the room; as though she sensed each set of eyes turn to her.

"We must be assured of strength and unity; unity of might, unity of purpose; unity of allegience. We shall not be lapdogs to those who would enforce their power through the will of technology alone. Is there any here who would add their might to our own without bias? We are the sons and daughters of Chaos; of Chronosia itself. We see power here; but is it a power that shall nurture or oppress. The old ways die and gutter in against themselves; even as powers such as the Sith return one cannot be assured of strength in the old ways. The Old Alliances are dead; smoldering ruins. What remains of those who once repelled the Shivan hordes, but whispers? What remains of the Sith Wars that ravaged galaxies, save dead worlds and dead leaders? Without guidance, each are squabbling children, arguing over ashes and bones! What of the usurper alliances who gather in the wake of the giants; desiring power, feasting on carrion!

We shall not sit by and watch all the glory of the past slip away. Gathered here today are the glories of the past side by side with the way of the future. If we cannot seize upon this moment; if we cannot enforce our will upon the universe and have it yield; shape to our will; then how can the Golden days of old come again? We shall not go easily into the void. We shall not surrender to the wiles of fate and damnation. No. We shall fight for a glorious Imperium so long as we have the strength in our bones to do so. So long as we stand, we shall never let this galaxy shrink into nothingness; never let it be dominated by malcontents and fools.

We shall fight for a future of glory. A future of Change and renewal."

"You seem very insistent that you not be chained, that we do not interfere with the workings of The Changer of the Ways, or the Gods which you worship. We will not affect the manner in which you act. You may be the agent of change that you embody so well. If you are so ardent to guide the course of the universe, perhaps you should also guide the alliance. We know already that the Indrans will be our military arm, be our voice to the galaxy then. Speak to others in ways we an not. You fear being chained and penned? Then help guide us instead."

Tirara looked around the table as she continued to stand, waiting for additional questions to be thrown at her. She decided to take the initiative and quell any of the fears or predispositions of the nations represented here on this day.

“I can see that many of you still have doubts about the intentions of this alliance as well as the role this alliance will play in the years to come. I can also tell, that many of you are wondering why you were chosen to help initiate this alliance which will undoubtedly become one of the strongest in the galaxies. Let me answer those questions for you.”

Here she paused to take a sip of water from the cup sitting before her before continuing.

“First and foremost, it is absolutely essential that each nation represented here understand without any equivocation, that this alliance is going to be a Military, Economic, Diplomatic and Intelligence gathering entity for the sole benefit of its members. TRITON will be a single unifying body that will allow us to pool our resources, of our own free will, in the effort to make trade, defense and other objectives more obtainable. That being said, it also needs to be understood that TRITON is NOT going to usurp ANY sovereignty that any of its members possess. It is going used, as I said before, solely as an addition to each nation’s abilities as they currently exist. There will be no forced servitude, taxes, or any other forced methods of propelling one group ahead of another. All policies that will be created by Alliance will supplant that of member nations’ laws in Alliance Territory ONLY. If a member nation is in another’s territory, the ‘visitor’ will have to abide by all laws in the region.

“Even though no nation will be forced to provide resources to move the alliance along, militarily, economically, or politically, it will be greatly encouraged and possible incentives given for such donations. Any resources, technology, or manpower gained by actions taken on by the Alliance as a whole, will be accredited to the Alliance itself, and not one sole member nation. Any territories gained in war, any ships captured, anything that can be construed as ‘spoils of war’, will be taken in by the alliance to reinforce the structure that exists.”

She paused yet again to let this information sink into the minds of the delegates seated or lounging, in the Siesatian’s case, around the conference table.

“This is how the alliance will be set up. Each member nation will be the direct command of one of three Triumvirs, each who will hold very specific duties in the alliance. The First Triumvir, will have direct command over the normal day to day operations of the alliance as well as the Diplomatic Corps. In times of negotiation, the First Triumvir will have operational command over all alliance activities that relate to the negotiation.”

“The Second Triumvir will have operational control over all military aspects of the alliance. Any wholly controlled fleet that the Alliance creates, subsumes, or is given temporary control over by member nations, will fall under direct command of the Second Triumvir during times of military conflict. Each nation will retain full control over their vessels and fleets, however, the overall command of the mission will reside with the Second Triumvir. In times of conflict, the other triumvirs will act as Fleet Flag officers. Each nation would report to a Fleet Flag Officer who in turn reports to the Second TiV.”

“The Third Triumvir will have operational control over the Intelligence gathering branch of the alliance. Although the alliance member nations will have their own intel gathering sources in addition to the military TiV, the predominant focal point will be the Third TiV where all information will run through and be processed to the utmost efficient.”

“Each nation represented here were selected for the qualities each of your nations have to offer. You represent the best and brightest civilizations in the galaxy. It is your decision to join or renege on your intention to join this alliance, but let me assure you of one thing. This alliance will go far. It will have massive amounts of power and will have influence in virtually every corner of every civilized planet in charted space.”

With that, she sat down, and waited for responses from the delegates who were all contemplating what had just been said.

Marduk cocked his head, as if listening to some unheard voice whispering in his ear. Nodding slightly, he stood.

"QUETZAL has no objections to these parameters, and would be amenable to joining this TRITON. It does, after all, mesh with his goals quite nicely. You have our support."

Bowing slightly, Marduk floated back into a sitting position.

Tirara glanced over at Marduk and nodded slightly in response to his agreement to join the alliance. Finally someone moving in the right direction.

"Marduk, I welcome you to the alliance. I know it will be extremely profitable and beneficial to us all to have you with us."

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"So... what would happen should a conflict of loyalties arise? I'm sure there are groups and alliances in the universe which are catalysts to this degredation. I'm sure many -- when faced with the prospect that their friends are going to be in the line of fire -- would try and fight for them. Even if that means going against their other, possibly more universally important alliances. That could create problems."