NationStates Jolt Archive

Floating in the void, a long way from their home, three Pathfinder (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jeudesprit/trinity/ComynExplorer.png) exploration ships waited. Their modules spinning in the dark, spread in a triangle a million miles on each side. The last time they would ever be isolated again.

"Bring the Holtzman projector up to power," ordered Captain Lynx to the engineers. "Comm, prepare to transmit the ice breaker. Gentlemen, I give you the future...May it be as good to us as the past."

"The Comyns forever!", was the bridge crew's reply.

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The three ships transmitted the message at the same time. With the projector operational, the message would travel hundreds of parsecs in a second and use any major gravity body as a repeater of the longwave radio transmission:

Greetings from the Confederation of the Comyns. We salute all of our breathern in the stars.

We eagerly await your response and stand ready to meet with you either face to face or by carrier wave. We will leave this field on for 1000 cycle times of this message so that you may respond to us.

We should talk of many things, reach many decisions together and become if not allies at least good neighbors.

The message repeated three times and the carrier wave remained on for answers.

Again the three ships floated in silence, but now they had cast a stone to see if any echoes came from the darkness.

Far from the original distribution of the message, a Dominion Mobile Conquest Station was in the process of departing from a moon base, the rebellious inhabitants consumed by the voracious mobile factory battlestation. As the message was intercepted, the crew of the ship, sensing oppurtunity the way they did whenever a primitive race entered the stars for the first time, decided to send the welcoming party, the facade of confidence to instill a sense of security...one so easily broken by the chaos that routinely graced the stars. A light scout fleet dispatched from the enormous station, one Spartan battlecruiser escorted by several Pinnacle cruisers and Otari corvettes, veering away through subspace. Upon reaching the nearest hyperjump junction, the craft accelerated away into hyperspace, coordinates locked on to the newcomers.

***Several hours later***

The fleet burst through the hypertunnel to the space nearby the three exploratory craft of the new race. The exploration ships were quite large for simple exploration, bigger than any of the craft in the scout fleet besides the Spartan, but it seemed to lack a decent amount of weaponry on further scans. The fleet lay quiet, inside sensor range of even a primitive race to the stars, letting the newcomers make the first move.

The appearance of the tunnel and the emergence of the ships caused the watch officer of the Endevour, Lieutenant JG Wilkerson, to hit the panic button. The claxon brought all the crew to stations and hurried Captain Lynx to the bridge. Similar actions were taking place on the other two Pathfinders, the Independance and the Guide.

"Any signal from them?",asked Lynx.
"None sir. They appear to be sitting there quietly watching, replied Wilkerson.
They arrived how?"
( A briefing ensued, including radar, ladar, longscan and telescopic images as well as radiation and spectragraph readings. Twenty minutes later.)

"Still no signal?"
"No sir.
"Impliment contact plan Alpha."

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The Endevour slowed and stopped her spinning moduals, silently pulling them close to her busom. As the arms folded in, the turrents swivieled into postion pointing around the largest ship in the alien fleet. A hatch opened on the Endevour and four missiles were ejected, floating briefly away from the ship until their motors flared to life and they arced toward the alien craft.

The Endevours main engine flared to life, the high energy hydrogen plasma lighting the dark. As its course started to take it toward the largest alien craft, it began to broadcast:
* A ah, ** B buh, *** C, Cuh ....

-IC-
Non-Mekantans... Oh how she hated non-Mekantans...

Of course, Jyralas math Kalxael was like most Mekantans in her dislike of the Lesser Species. Had she cared to think about it, she would have realized this as the reason Mekantans were typically not known through the stars are the best diplomats, relying on the fear they inspired among the advanced races in the galaxy for negotiations rather than charisma.

Thus, it could be considered a bad thing when a Neo-Mekantan Darkship, the principle warship of the Hegemony and the ship Jyralas commanded, stumbles upon a transmission from a new and weak faction in the universe, such as these Comyns...

"<To find!>" She said, grinning as she gripped the arm rests of her throne tightly. The bare walls of her Command Core, the base of power for all Mekantan ships, pulsed with a crimson pattern for a moment.

"<To find yes.>"

"<Of food.>" Jyaralas mused, licking her lips. The azure bands on her cheeks and many other parts of her body glowed slightly as she issued a psychic command to the ship and her crew, standing from her throne. "<To go.>"


Space boiled and ripped as a massive black warship punched through the walls between dimensions, the mighty Darkship's spines crackling with power. A quick sweep of the area confirmed other ships, none a very likely threat to a warship with as many kills as the Darkship class. Without hesitation, the large ebon vessel began broadcasting its standard greeting/threat.


"ATTENTION!!"

"We of the Neo-Mekantan Hegemony see you, wandering the stars. You tempt not our rage, and thus allow you to live. We demand tribute for our mercy, however, though this can be negotiated. Know also that we tolorate none who would harm those we speak with, and will act if needed..."

"Respond. Or taste our wrath."

" Psy-ops, recomendation now," came the smooth baritone of Captain Menendhan, captain of the Independance.
'Why did I have to get the angry ones?' he thought.

[i]"Sir, we recommend mode 1-c for reponse."

"Understood, Menendhn out."

He formulated his answer for a minute, and then had this response sent to the Neo-Mekantans:
WE seek not your wrath. We acknowledge the might of the Neo-Mekantans, but we did not arrive here with help. We came to the stars, the stars did not find us.

Now where and how do you wish to talk?

Three Stabber-class scouts were in the area, and they replied.

Greetings from the Interstellar Reich of Tocrowkia. If we may ask, what brings you to these far corners of the stars?

Jyralas smiled at their response. Expressing thier strength in comming without aid, but not rebellious. These ones had hope.

"<Of guards to get. Of ship of I to go.>" She said, heading for the exit at the back of her command core.

"<To be wise?"

"Zeeee, <Of Humans to be confirm yes?>" She laughed, grabbing her side-arm and tucking it in a pocket of her uniform. "<To worry not.>"

"Tza'to."


"We have scanned one of your vessels. Stand by. We will translocate a team to negotiate. Confirm your readiness."

"Captain! Inbound missile contacts, vectoring oh-four-eight!"
"Right," said the captain of the Spartan, glancing out the frontal viewport of the craft, "activate the point-defense turrets. Intercept those weapons."
"Aye sir. We got a transmission incoming from the aggressor craft."
"Patch it through."

The captain of the Spartan listened to the comm from the Endevour, fairly bewildered by the strange nature of it.

"Thoughts, anyone?"
"I think they're trying to convey their language, captain. They probaly don't use comm translation units as we do."
"Right, patch a comm and finish off those missiles."
"Aye sir."

As the point-defense lasers spat blue energy bolts through space, shredding the missiles like paper, a comm was dispatched to the Endevour.

You fire missiles at our craft, provoking aggression. We are not looking for open hostilities. If you bring violence with you, however, we shall provide.

To Interstellar Reich of Tocrowkia

" We offer our hand in friendship, our backs for work and our minds with our knowledge," came the answer from Captain Caruso of the Guide.

" We wish to join any community that exists in the stars, admittedly much more for our betterment but to add to the whole our knowledge, wisdom and skills. More specifically....we are here because our discovery of a collapsar jump point lead us to this place and we deemed it safely far from our planet to contact potentially hostile peoples."

"Also, there is the sheer love of discovery..."

As the laser blew the missiles, space was filled with multiple swirls of radioactive substances. Like the missiles had intended to be fireworks. the cannon shells also were exploding with multi-colored bursts up and down the spectrum.

To the Captain of the Spartan

" We apologize and shall cease fire. When you didn't contact us we assumed that you didn't understand our meaning. We were trying a multi-level contact attempt," replied Capt. Lynx.

"We are glad someone understands us. We seek peaceful co-exsistance."

With a small sigh and a fervent prayer, Captain Menendhan replied:

" If you can read where our hangar bay is located, right above it is a control area that overlooks the bay. Could we greet you there and proceed to a meeting hall? We hope that zero G does not bother you, or that an acceleration of 10 m/sec isn't too much.

" Our guards will be armed with electric stunners. We won't require you to be unarmed, but we request similar non-lethal weapons. Hostages you will not be."

'Now I'm talking like them,' thought Menendhan. 'Make sure you don't mock them...'

"Unifendfied craft, you are trespassing on Sith terrirotiry. For your own safety, we ask you please vacate the area. We will not ask twice."

Came a cold, hard voice over the com.

The Dominion crews ignored the hails from the Sith craft...another interloper. Another comm was dispatched to the Endevour.

This process of negotiation could be eased by simple face-to-face contact. We could bring you to our ships to further contact, or we could board yours.

To the Spartan

" Agreed that we should meet face to face. Our exploritory fleet is also in contact with two other peoples right now. If it is satisfactory we can have your representatives meet with us on this vessal and then procede to either a joint meeting between our two races or to a common ground with others joining us.

Both of these options are good for our diplomats. You can judge how sensative the negotiations between our representatives will be and which course suits your needs best."

Lynx was hoping for a larger group meeting, but how could he wish for more sucess than now? Four contacts within the first day. He could see his name written in history.

Note to all nearby ships:
The Holtzman transmission field was reactivated on the Endevour, causing on certain channels and levels of sensors a feedback and harmonic dissonance jamming of major proportions. The reciever caused none of these problems and the on going conversations are taking place over direct low powered transmissions.

To the Sith

"We were unaware of any boundry we had crossed. We apologize. We are currently engaged in meetings with other races. We ask that you forbare our presence for a short measure of time while these meetings take place or alternative meeting sites set-up.

We would of course be honored if representatives from your people could meet with us at your convenience and place of choosing."

'Now this could be a major issue,' thought Lynx. 'How can we hold talks while assuming a ready military posture. Maybe the other peoples will talk to the Sith too and convince them to join in?'

Boralis, Unix Class Destroyer, Patrol Vector B234

"Hyperspace rupture off port, sir."

Anothr voice answered the first, deep and confident, obviously in a command position.

"Identify the craft, Ensign."

After a quick multi-sensor scan, the sensory officer reported back to his commanding officer.

"Mark, three starships, all four hundred meters in length and thirty in width, sir. Light armor and weaponry. Nationality unknown. Advise?"

The commander viewed his screen with anticipation. "Are there any other ships in the vicinity? His sensors officer ran another long range scan of the area before replying again. "Affirmative, sir. Registering three seperate ships, one of Amazonian origin, one of Neo-Neo-Mekantan ownership, and some little empire claiming to be some sort of race from an old science-fiction movie." A third voice joined in, this of the communications officer. "Sir, incoming transmission on all channels, it's coming from the three bogies." The commander spoke again. "Bring it on screen." Soon, the Comyn message was displayed on his personal data-pad and he readied a response.

I hate being a greeting party. At least they're humans.

Welcome to the galaxy, my friends!

We would like to congradulate the nation of The Comyns for succesfully engineering their first faster-than-light drive system, as this is a sign of superiority of engineering on their own part. As we are both Earth-based nations, perhaps a formal summit between our leaders would not be far-off. But for now, arrangements can be made to meet right away.

What say you?

To Interstellar Reich of Tocrowkia

" We offer our hand in friendship, our backs for work and our minds with our knowledge," came the answer from Captain Caruso of the Guide.

" We wish to join any community that exists in the stars, admittedly much more for our betterment but to add to the whole our knowledge, wisdom and skills. More specifically....we are here because our discovery of a collapsar jump point lead us to this place and we deemed it safely far from our planet to contact potentially hostile peoples."

"Also, there is the sheer love of discovery..."

"Very well. We do not own this chunk of space our selves, merely exploring it. Perhaps when we get back, we can put in a good word for you and we could enter formal relations."

The Stabbers also scanned nearby craft. They found one entities presence interesting.

"Velkya? What the hell is Velkya?"

One of the pilots asked.

"Uh...I think we went to war with them a few hundred years back."

The other replied.

"Did we? Oh. Well, maybe we should ask them if they want to renew relations?"

And so they did.

Greetings, Velkyans! We are the Interstellar Reich of Tocrowkia. The last time we had any sort of relations, we were known as the Divine Imperial Reich, if our archives are accurate. We also went to war over some small island owned by...Comatica, was it? Anyway, it's been a few hundred years. We would be interested in revamping relations, if you'd like.

"NAZIS! AHHHH!"

Soon, the cry was silenced by a combination of a lead pipe and a taser.

Whill this is not our decision to make, if you wish to reestablish diplomatic ties with the Allied Union, contacting the Allied Union State Department would be a good start. Till then, we'd have best watch the Comyns and their ships, for several of their visitors do not have the best intentions, I'm afraid.

Floating gently within a nearby asteroid field. The MPS Katana waited...Watching the proceedings advance
It’s NightStalker Cloak Generator field shimming ever so slightly…

Captain Alan Mondez sat in his command chair watching the tale unfold…Knowing that the stakes were raised when the Neo Mekantan Ship appeared… His crew worked ardently at their stations keeping the ship running whilst observing the viewscreen…

Tactical…Run a level 5 Passive scan again…Use the PSB’s (Passive Sensor Buoy’s) we deployed earlier…

Ops: Comm Channel is still full of Chatter... Bouncing back & forth between the ships

Tactical: SIR…Those weapons we ID, Have been destroyed by the AB ships

Capt: That Comyian Captain isn’t too bright… To pull a lame brained stunt like that on an unknown…Especially seeing as it was an AB ship…

Tactical: Sir…Passive Scan still shows the same 5 Groups of ships… However, we are picking up chatter on an U.S.E Channel… Sounds like one of their “Move it or lose it” Spiels

Capt: Thank you Lt. Just keep an Eye on that Darkspire Class…You know what the Neo’s are notorious for!

Ops: Ummm Should I hail them Sir?

Capt: *Snorts…Are Fucking Crazy… Not with that Neo Ship sitting out there…
Ops… Get Lt. Cmdr King on the horn… Tell him to keep his ‘Greasejocky’s’ jumping down there in Engineering…If we have to leave I want those engines ready.. I also want the "Timeshredder" Generator in peak performance...We may yet need it

Tactical: CONTACT…Bearing 215 Mk 097… Warbook has it tagged as a Velkyan Destroyer…Unix Class

Capt: Tag it & Bag it Lt.

XO: What about the Tocrowkians…Aren’t they allies or something?

Capt: Can’t say…Politics isn’t my forte… You have the Bridge number 1…Keep us silent & safe

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The Katana Scout Corvette is the best reconnaissance unit available to the Dominion. It is equipped with ECCM and an advanced radar.

http://starwars-exodus.wikia.com/images/thumb/a/ac/Freedom.jpg/300px-Freedom.jpg

Manufacturer: MandalMotors Shipyards
Model: KCo-2 "Katana"
Class: Corvette
Length: 120 meters
Armament:
2 Quad Turbo Accelerator Cannons
4 Dual DH-160 Accelerator Cannons
Cargo Capacity:
300 metric tons (excluding hangar space and consumables storage)
Crew: 60
Passengers: None

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NightStalker Generator: allows it to cloak itself and all nearby units as needed

TimeShredder Generator: Allows it to effectively fold space, thus reducing the aggregate distance and mass between two point

A Boozian Furchtloss class light cruiser hrtled through thw warp on a routine patrol, when a sensor signatue appeared, appaerntly showing a cosmopolitan fleet massing. The captain dropped form the warp and waited for someone to make a move.

the doombringer drooped out of transwarp and cloaked
com the said the warrior king this is the sephrion flag ship the doombringer greetings to you

ooc click the link that says doombringer

a Em0peror Class battleship Broke forth from the warp
"this is the Execuitus tyrannus to the Comyn ship, welcome to space, i am the Warmaster, and i am the leader of the Death Spire System, mind if i join your conference" the vox officers relayed the message only to the Comyn ship

"Very well...we will allow you access to our land until you finish your proceedings. As for a diplomatic meeting...we shall see. Perhaps we shall attend the summit you have already planned with the other nations present?"

The Sith replied.

"Okay, sounds good."

The pilots replied before switching of communications. He then turned to his co-pilots.

"Do we have any other assets near by?"

He asked.

"Yes, the battleships Aurora and Snowpeak, sir."

She replied, reading the screen in front of her.

"Okay, good. Tell them to remain nearby. If things get ugly, we're going to need them."

"Yes sir."

With the same mass disruption caused on various channels and wave lengths, the Holtzman transmitter sent this message:

To all ships and beings monitoring this transmission:

" We are gratified that our efforts at contact have brought this many answers. To all whom we have not already sent our heartfelt greetings, may we extend them now.

"Our ships have limited meeting facilities, but we do wish to pursue all the contacts we have made. Our diplomats have offered this solution, which we shall start implementing immediately.

"First, the Guide shall be moving on to a collapsar jump point and jumping to the nearest resolution point. If any wish to follow they may, but the Guide will be carrying out a mapping mission. By following and spending time with the ship you may aquire a more complete understanding of our technological situation and abilities. Any advice would be greeted with enthusiasm and any rewards would be shared in by all involved. We fully realize that advancement has its price.

"Second, the Independance is receiving representatives from the Neo-Mekanta ship. The Independance shall stay here and act as an 'open house' vessal for diplomatic meetings right now. We suggest that a mass meeting be held on one of the mutually agreeable more advanced ships that may have suitable facilities. If none can be agreed on, the Independance will serve this function as best it can.

"Last and most importantly, the Endevour will lead any ship so interested back to The Comyns home system. Along the way to the collapsar point, vital information on the history, trade and political situation of The Comyns will be passed to accompaning vessals. We do so with the belief that secrecy would not long hold against any who would find and assualt us, and that any who would befriend us will do so more rapidly to the betterment of all involved.

"Departures will be in 12 hours. All diplomatic envoys will continue with all ships until four hours prior to departure when Endevour and Guide will have to make final preparations.

"Captain Lynx, commander of the Endevour, out."

*****
(OOC: I am going to start two threads about the the two flights so that this won't become too confusing with lots of seperate issues going back and forth. Thought it might make a cleaner game.)

"Comyns ship, we would be interested in a meeting. Feel free to use our ship, but you may find the amount and equipment of the marines objectional for diplomatic purposes. This is, after all, a warship."

The Belldandy gracefully made her way through Hyperspace, she was an Ikari class battleship, like many in the Animarnia space defence forces after all that class of ship was as they say the work horse of the navy. Captain Misato Katsuragi sat in her command chair drinking her morning Coco with several marshmallow chunks floating in it; "ah the privilege of rank" she thought to herself sipping the brew.

"Ma'am, picking up a transmission" her XO an elvish man with dark hair.

"In Hyperspace? Are you sure Lt Sora?" she asked running a hand though her purple locks.

"Yes ma'am" he replied putting the message on speakers so it played to the entire bridge crew.

"Interesting, how far away are they?" Misato asked; it had been a long time since she had gone on a first contact mission.

"If we jump now ma'am we should be almost right on top of them" he added.

"Very well, Jump to normal space" she ordered.

Her orders were quickly carried out and the familiar blue swirling jump point formed and the 1800-meter long battleship exiting the jump point as the vortex closed behind the ship in a flash.

"Active scans Mr Sora", she ordered.

"Aye Aye ma'am" he replied as a ping echoed through the bridge when the active sensors scanned the area; "Found them, and performed a detailed scan, little weaponry to speak off; look like exploration craft" he added.

"Helm All stop" she ordered; "Initiate contact procedure, Audio only,"

"Channel open ma'am" Davis the communications officer replied.

"This is Captain Katsuragi of the Animarnia Defence forces; we picked up your message, we offer you greetings of peace and prosperity" she said waiting for any reply

"Sir, Animarnians! You want them on line?"
"Do it, Hitzig."
The captain turned to his comm unit.
"Greetings, Animarnians. It's been a long time. I was over Tellus, you remeber? I doubt you'll of heard of me personally, but still, small galaxy."

nova balzions sire
said the tatical officer drop our cloaks they ar friends
coms to Nova Boozian vessel this is the empire flagship the doombringer

Hitzig clanced quizzically at the captain, who replied:
"Right, Doombringer. Anything else?"

shocked at his vellel being present

we stayed cloaked just in case
open a chanell to The Comyns lead vessel we request a meetin on our vessel you may find the amount of marrines and weapons disgareable but this is a warship

"Ma'am incoming transmission" Davis reported; "from the Nova ships"

"Play it" Misato commanded as the transmission played she nodded to herself more than anyone else and ordered a second channel be opened while they waited for a reply from the Comyns.

"Greetings to you; yes, I had friends on Tellus…. Alas the war still goes on; We have tried reasoning with them but it is like dealing with 12 year olds, they seem to know nothing of military strategy when things do not role over and play dead" she replied with disdain for the 'Mationbuds navy'

"It is good to meet the people of Nova Boozia again" Misato said in a much happier tone of voice, genuinely pleased.

"I know what you mean. I'm sorry we had to fall back, but there was no option...those torpedoes should of hit! Menkeln got the best crew in the whole fleet...but enough of that, I epect to see you at this conferance."

forgive the coms disruption shocked at this patiualar vessel being deployed the flagship of the empire

Misato listened to the Nova's apology she looked saddened slightly the Nova Boozians (Plural?) had no reason to apologise.

"Don't worry" she said; "and yes we will likely meet at the conference I hope" she added on a happier note she looked over to her XO he shook his head having not received any reply yet to there hail

(appologies for the short post)

From the veil of hyperspace, the massive Sith Flagship The Wraith appeared, along with several escort ships. Wraith had arrived in response to the Doombringer's presence, and because Lord Malice her self was interested in the proceedings.

"We give you, Nations, The Wraith. She holds several conference halls, and is a much more suitable place to host diplomatic proceedings. What say you?"

Asked one of the Sith operators

(OOC: USE, isn't claiming that someone is on your territory when they haven't RPed being on your territory a godmod?)

ic fire our special I>G>N>O>R>E cannon at The United Sith Empire ship yes capatian

ooc ignored for godmodding

OOC: Um, no. You see, my entire nation is made up of one massive fleet, and it considers anything within a few hundred square miles of any one of it's ships its "territory". Oh and Seph, don't make me laugh. I'm not the one that tried to use Gundams in a MT war. I don't normally use smilies, but I'll make an exception for you. :upyours:

http://whiteafrican.com/wp-content/FLAMEWAR.gif

OOC: Guys, cut it out, don't ruin Comyns first thread due to some past war.