NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC Note: Well, well, well... the forums have gone mad on me and switched my name from Crossman to [NS:]Crossman. So for those of you who don't know me I'm a December 2003 nation, NOT an April 06. I've got a thriving population of over 5 billion, not some tiny newbie. So please don't get it confused. No offense to April 06 nations. Welcome. I've just been around too long to be seen as a newcomer. This is the beginning of my return to NS after a what I belive has been almost a year long hiatus that I've been on.

Before you dispute my claim as to who I am, look here: http://www.nationstates.net/crossman

That being said, on with the return.)


I.C.S. (Imperial Crossmanian Starship) Iron Duke
Edge of Crossmanian Space, Outer Reaches of the Gethsemane System

Captain Stern walked across the bridge of the Iron Duke to the communications station. In his hand was a datachip containing the message the Emperor Himself had asked Stern to send out. The Iron Duke as well as several other ships in the Imperial fleet had been on patrols sending out the same message and deactivating the message beacons placed along the borders of Crossmanian space warning off any possible intruders due to the isolation period the Emperor had declared long ago. He handed the datachip to his comm officer.
"Lieutenant, its time. Begin transmission."

"Aye sir," the young officer replied and inserted the chip into a slot in the black marble control panel. He tapped a couple runes and turned to face Captain Stern. "His Majesty's message is being transmitted sir."

Stern nodded. "Good. Let us hope this brings good to the Imperium. But, who are we to question the will of His Majesty?" As he said that several crewmen around him turned their heads downward and crossed their hands across their chest, interlocking their thumbs to make the sign of the aquila at the mention of the Emperor. "Either way, this marks a new era for the Imperium. I know we are all ready to do our duty to the Emperor and the citizens we defend. We've been in isolation for quite some time, let us see what the universe has to offer these days." He snapped to attention and stuck out his right arm raised on an angle. "Hail Crossman!"

"Hail Crossman!" the bridge crew replied thunderously.


***Begin Transmission***

To the peoples of the galaxy. I send this message to you all to proudly announce the return of the United Imperium of Crossman to the galactic stage after our long period of isolation. We look forward to rekindle old friendships and perhaps form new ones. We hope to once again establish diplomacy and commerce amongst the galactic community. To our old friends and allies I hope your nations are well and am glad to reestablish our ties. To new nations that have come of age and into the realm of the starfaring we extend our greetings to you and your peoples. I hope to hear from you soon.

- His Imperial Majesty,
Emperor Alan Robert Ezriel Crossman II, Ruler of the United Imperium of Crossman

(OOC: Until I see some old RPers aprove your claim, I do not belive it)

(OOC: Until I see some old RPers aprove your claim, I do not belive it)

(OOC: How about you look at my nation's profile, Crossman. Notice the 5billion+ population? Yeah, you don't get that being a month old. Please don't come in here to start a fuss. I'm here to RP, not explain myself to newcomers.)

(bump)

Greetings Emperor Alan R.E. Crossman II of the U.I.C.

We would be interested in establishing diplomatic contact with your nation. We would also be interested in a chance to establish a possible trade contract or something of a similar nature.

MoFA

ooc: Franberry, check the date of this post.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8291171&postcount=2
Crossman, you could(I believe you, just elaborating on Fran's concerns) have been a none Rping member since '03

(OOC: Thanks for the assistance Theao.)

The United Imperium would be glad to establish diplomatic ties and commerce with your nation.

We likewise hope that it will be fruitful and bring profit to both.

ooc: Np

ooc: seriously it happens.

Prime Minister Teal sighed when he received news of this transmission. "How unfortunate that the Emperor is away negotiating treaties with an alliance. It would be preferable if he was here to send a message out to an old empire that has recently come back to the intergalactic scene. No matter, we shall send a reply in any case."

Behind a rich mahogany desk, Teal leaned forward in his cushioned seat and pressed a metallic button off to the side. A glass panel rose rose from the desk allowing him to send a text message on the appropriate frequency to the source of the message.

Greetings from the Abh Empire,
We welcome you back to the intergalactic scene. Stars die and are reborn in time; time the one thing that has the ability to destroy every nation of the universe. By forging alliances and contacts with other nations, perhaps we all can stand a chance from perishing. It is our desire to establish relations with your nation and possible trade agreements and we are willing to meet in person if that would help with such arrangements.

With regards,
Prime Minister Teal of the Abh Empire

Emperor Crossman looked down at the dataslate brought to him by an aide. He read it over and prepared to send a reply.

"Abh, eh? The name is familiar to me, though I don't believe we have had any formal contact before. Well, there is a first time for everything."

He tapped a rune on the dataslate and prepared a reply.


***Begin Transmission***

To: Prime Minister Teal of the Abh Empire

I would be happy to meet with you to discuss possible agreements. If I am unable to attend myself, I will send my Chancellor, Lord Azrael von Dracwald as my representative. Perhaps, we can send a ship each to meet. We are still preparing the Crossmanian public for this reemergence into foreign affairs and are not sure we are ready to host guests just yet. Though I still would enjoy a face to face meeting.

The United Imperium has always favored standing by friends than sitting out in the universe alone.

- His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Crossman

***End Transmission***

(OOC: Well, would you look at that. My original account seems to be working. Lets hope it stays this way.)

OOC: ***Notice***

I've talked to the mods and they're lookin into my account name issue. So until they get it fixed I may be posting as both Crossman and [NS:]Crossman it seems. As they said it seems Jolt has gone "all hinky." So I'll just deal for now. Hopefully should be fixed up soon.

Teal smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "This has been a most productive day." A green jewel was set in a piece of cloth on the back of his hand. The clyuno was a valuable device as it served many functions. What Teal needed was communication. The jewel flashed in unison with his voice. "Where is the Imperial Admiral?"

There was a pause for a moment while the voice on the other end of the line searched the database. "He is out on manuevers Mr. Prime Minister. We have recently aquired a new base and he is updating it. Shall I contact him?"

"Yes. He may be needed to establish a diplomatic relationship with the Imperium of Crossman."

"Yes sir. I will inform him immediatly."

Teal turned back to his glass panel to send another message.

We greatly respect the care you are taking to bring your people back into foreign affairs. Such things are delicate matters and are best done slowly to understand their reaction, especially in turbulant times. However, we are quite flexible in this matter. If you wish to meet by ship, that can be arranged with the Imperial Admiral who is also heir to the throne once our current emperor has finished his term. The capital of Lakfakallae can also host anyone you wish to send along with the crew of the ship. Any means of introduction is satisfactory to us. Just inform us when, where, and how and we will be there.

With regards,
Prime Minister Teal

***Begin Transmission***

Prime Minister Teal,

I will personally accompany my nation's delegation. I believe I will take you up on your invitation to meet at your capital. I haven't been outside the Imperium in quite some time. I will of course, be accompanied by my personal guards, but this is for security measures only of course. I hope this will not be a problem. Perhaps we can arrange the meeting for a few days from now?

- His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Crossman

***End Transmission***

(OOC: I'll be busy the rest of today and out of town tomorrow. So I won't really be able to do anything until Friday.)

ooc: That's quite alright. That's how life goes sometimes

IC:

Teal looked over at an attendant. "We have preparations to make. We will have an honored guest arriving at the capital within a day or two. I would like as many ships as possible prepared as an honor guard."

The woman in a business suit bowed. "Right away Mr. Prime Minister."

A few days from now will be plenty of time to have a formal greeting arranged so that is acceptable. The accompanying of your guards is not a problem at all and expected in your case. There are coordinants attached to this transmission which will lead you straight to the capital. It will be an honor to meet you.

With regards,
Prime Minister Teal

" M'lord, an interesting transmission from Ricala. I really think you should see this one."

Alaric glanced at his High Commander, noticing the little smile on his face. " Well, John, you seem to be amused about it. Let's see."

The Emperor read the message, a smile forming on his face as well. " Crossman! I'll be damned! Been so long I'd almost forgotten about them. Remember the shit we used to get into with him and VL? And now theyr'e both back."

The Emperor mused for a second. " John, get a message to the Emperor of Crossman. Tell Alan we're glad he's back, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah. Also you might want to mention to him that I may have a little get-together with him and Valtane from VL."

" Will do Alaric."

*** Begin Transmission***

TO: Prime Minister Teal, Ahb Empire
FROM: Office of the Emperor, United Imperium of Crossman

We wish to inform you that His Imperial Majesty's ship has departed for His meeting with you. The I.C.S. Enterprise should arrive at the coordinates provided within two days. We wish you well in your discussions.

***End Transmission***


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Aboard the Enterprise, Emperor Crossman read through reports and routine paperwork from back home. He came across a message from a familar old friend. "Xeraph..." he said to himself, grinning. "Its been a while."

He tapped a rune on the dataslate and typed a reply.

Alaric,

I'd be glad to meet with you and Valtane. I'm away on business right now but, I will send word when I'm finished. I look forward to getting together with you both. Good to hear from you.

- Emperor Crossman

Everything had been prepared. The largest honor guard since the appointment of the new Emperor, had been assembled to greet the guests. Row upon row of ships from the Abh fleet lined a clear path for any ship to travel down and dock. The smaller classes of ships such as the Roil-class Attack Vessels and Whitestar class ships lined the front while ship size grew as they went further back with the Cruisers and Flankers ranging between 600 meters to 800 meters to classes of destroyers that were from 1.5 kilometers to 3 kilometers. Bringing up the back rows were the Abh Destroyers that measured in just over 4.5 kilometers due to some electromagnetic weaponry. Every weaponport was open and armed but if anyone scanned the ships, they would have found that not a single targeting solution was ready.

It was merely a common show of respect for a first time meeting. An open arms gesture where anyone can see what the Abh have and that they mean no harm.

Anyone not familiar with the Abh would have expected a meeting to take place down on the homeworld of the nation or on a large flagship. The Abh actually had no flagship. Their capital was a massive space city orbiting around the sun. The capital Lakfakallae was one city station of about approximatly ten others however this city was the largest housing over several hundred million Abh including the Abriel clan who was the Royal Family. Lakfakallae dwarfed any moon and could rival several planets in size. The armed escort would be directing expected traffic towards a large docking bay that already had authorization to allow the guests swift entrance.

Down in the docking bay, two humans stood waiting to welcome the guests. One was a man in a grey business suit while the other was a woman with short black hair and a business dress. Both waited just behind pressurized glass for the ship to arrive.

The I.C.S. Enterprise came out of the warp at some distance from the Abh ships. Just after it appeared three Cobra-class destroyers that had rendeavouzed with the Enterprise along the way to escort it. The Enterprise, a 7.5 kilometer Retribution-class battleship, dwarfed the much smaller 1.5 kilometer destroyers. As the ships made their way towards the Abh fleet the Cobras moved into a perimieter around the Enterprise, a standard defensive tactic. Just as a routine procedure of course. This was simply a diplomatic mission but, for the Imperial Crossmanian Navy rules were rules.

The ships passed down the rows of Abh ships. Aboard the bridge of the Enterprise Emperor Crossman and Fleet Admiral Piett looked out at the foreign vessels.

"They seem to have quite a welcoming committee here for you your Majesty," Piett said.

"Indeed," Crossman nodded. "I would expect nothing less of our own fleet were the roles reversed. Though now that I see all this, perhaps we should have brought more of our own to show off." The two men chuckled. Crossman suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his wife, the Empress Diedre Tessa.

She whispered to him, "So are we going to gawk at their ships all day or are we going to go meet them?"

Crossman smirked, "I'm quite sure you could handle them yourself my dear." Then seeing her reaction he turned to Piett. "Admiral, I trust you have control of things from here. Inform the launch bay to have Imperial One prepared for departure." He then turned to the Empress, now looking pleased, extending his arm out for her and they made their way toward the lift.

"At once your Majesty," Piett said, snapping to attention. He saluted, "Hail Crossman!" The other bridge crew, not tied up with running vital systems followed suit and the large hall that was the bridge echoed, "Hail Crossman!"

Turning around as he entered the lift Crossman returned the salute and the lift doors closed.

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The Crossmanian ships moved into an orbit around Lakfakallae and from the launch bay of the Enterprise the Emperor's personal shuttle, Imperial One emerged and made its way toward the docking bay where the Abh delegates were awaiting the Emperor.

"Your highness. The emperor from the nation that you were expecting has finally arrived. They have brought three ships along as escorts."

"What was the impression of the ships?"

"They were massive and looked formidable indeed."

The Imperial Admiral Ga'fton had been going over several documents from intelligence reports while preparations were being made in the conference hall to host a proper first meeting. He sat in the war room alongside Admiral Wakapale as they went over defensive measures along their borders and for key systems were shipyards and fueling colonies were located. Wakapale dismissed the young man who had brought the good news and turned her attention back to matters at hand. "All garrison forces have been bolstered in all systems and the ship yards are back creating warships."

The Abriel stood and waved for Wakapale to follow him. They walked through the halls of the large capital until they eventually arrived in the room where the meeting was to take place.

Down in the hangar, thick metallic doors slowly opened and a blue swirling mist parted allowing the shuttle to dock safely inside its confines. Once through, the mist merged as one and the doors closed. Pressure was restored instantly along with proper oxygen levels. A pressurized door off to the side slid open and two attendants walked in to await the emperor and empress.

OOC:

A hundred thousand apologies for my absence of late. I was away from home a great deal the past couple weeks and had next to no internet access. I'd like to continue this RP, perhaps starting late Monday of next week.

My busy schedule has cleared up and I can assure you I won't disappear like that again.

- Crossman

ooc: nice to see you back crossman, I believe I saw you before you left on your hiatus. & *tag*

OOC:

A hundred thousand apologies for my absence of late. I was away from home a great deal the past couple weeks and had next to no internet access. I'd like to continue this RP, perhaps starting late Monday of next week.

My busy schedule has cleared up and I can assure you I won't disappear like that again.

- Crossman


Waitin' to hear from ya, old buddy.....

G'oaway, no renovated after some modification during the Civil War years by a tribe of Goblins, was currently mostly asleep. The only person who heard the transmission was a lowly comms officer givin the graveyard shift for spilling tea on his commander.
He was torn. He could wake up his commander and possibly be shot or killed in some other horrible way, or he could ignore it and maybe not be shot...
Well, he was going to be shot one way or the other.
He pressed buzzed his senior officers quarters, "Ummm...Commander?"

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Greetings Emperor Crossman!
It is with great satisfaction that we note the return of many of the old Empires, eager to rebuild and regain their place in the galaxy with all these little upstart mini-pires.
The President would be most interested in a meeting with your own leadership, should you be interested in some assistance rebuilding after your long absence, the GLACORP corporation has expressed similar interests. If not, we would be happy to establish trade relations with your nation, and perhaps some stronger diplomatic ties.
Sr. Col. Nikolai Istaniz

Alejandro kicked back & was watching the Playoffs…When his intercom beeped…
Grunting he got up & walked to his desk, Flipping the transmit he growled…

*What is it…It’s the Freaking weekend…& the Pistons are up 14 points…This better be good.

….silence…..

*Well…

*Sire…We have received a missive from Xeraph…Seems an Old Friend of your father’s has reappeared… An Entity known as Crossman… Xeraph asks that you clean your schedule out…He wants to hold a State Dinner

*Ok…Get hold of Jennifer…Ask her to make room for it…
Also Contact Selene… Have her Check out reports of Dissension at New Centrus
Remind her of the Conference we’re supposed to hold there

Hmmm…Crossman…sounds familiar…Well if Xeraph thinks it is important enough to arrange a State Dinner…
Snapping his fingers…

*Ohh Yeah Now I remember…Back when Father was training me…I remember a Crossmanian Delegate showing up

OOC:

A hundred thousand apologies for my absence of late. I was away from home a great deal the past couple weeks and had next to no internet access. I'd like to continue this RP, perhaps starting late Monday of next week.

My busy schedule has cleared up and I can assure you I won't disappear like that again.

- Crossman

Wow, I didn't get this message until late. Well it's no problem at all, just reply when you can.

OOC: Okay, about to post my next part for our meeting Abh.

As for Xeraph, Mandalore Prime, DGNT and Thrashia he makes a IC post, I'm looking forward to meeting with you all once I've finsihed this business with Abh. However... there may be some unforseen circumstances as I am planning a bit of a "shake up" once this trip is done. Its nothing too serious just some "character building". Xeraph, you for one will be most shocked I'm sure.

OOC: Okay, about to post my next part for our meeting Abh.

As for Xeraph, Mandalore Prime, DGNT and Thrashia he makes a IC post, I'm looking forward to meeting with you all once I've finsihed this business with Abh. However... there may be some unforseen circumstances as I am planning a bit of a "shake up" once this trip is done. Its nothing too serious just some "character building". Xeraph, you for one will be most shocked I'm sure.


sounds interesting......can't wait to see what your devious mind has cooked up thhis time....

Imperial One made its way towards the Lakfakallae hanger bay. Six Warhawk-class fighters escorted it to its destination. As they neared the hanger the fighters broke off and headed back to the Enterprise's own hanger bay.

The shuttle slowly entered the hanger bay. The long hull of the shuttle bore the words "United Imperium of Crossman", painted on near the prow was the wreathed "C" of the Imperial Seal of Crossman and towards the tail was painted a black "C" in a white circle on a red banner, the flag of the United Imperium. The shuttle itself was a tri-color scheme. The bottom half red, the top white and between the two a stripe of black.

Imperial One had fully entered the hanger. It hung in the air for a moment before the landing thursters engaged, steam hissing from vents near the landing gear as it slowly touched down on the deck. The landing ramp under the prow hissed and lowered revealing the dark interior of the shuttle.

Down the ramp descended ten crimson-clad Royal Guards. Thier faces masked under cold faceless helmets, their crimson robes ruffling as they marched down the shuttle's ramp. They each carried a large ceremonial power-staff. The deadly but beautiful blades atop the staffs glistening in the light. They marched down and made two rows of five, one across from the other facing inward.

Next down the ramp came one of the Emperor's aides, dressed in a grey military uniform, devoid of any medals of decoration other than the Imperial Eagle on the upper part of his left sleeve and colonel's rank on his collar. He reached the end of the rows of guards and stopped, clicking the heels of his jackboots together as he snapped to attention and saluted, his right arm snapping upward and outstretched. He dropped the salute then spoke loud and clear, "Esteemed delegates of the Abh Empire, may I present His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Alan Robert Ezriel Crossman II, Lord and Defender of the United Imperium of Crossman and Her Imperial Majesty Empress Diedre Tessa Crossman. Hail Crossman!"
He saluted again then snapped back to attention, turned and moved behind one of the rows of guards.

The Emperor and Empress began to descend the ramp. Emperor Crossman was dressed in his formal military uniform. It was regal yet simple. He wore no fancy awards or medals save for one, the Grand Iron Cross of the Imperium, around his neck. His uniform itself was black, with silver buttons on the jacket, a silver Imperial Eagle and "C" on the upper part of the left sleeve and a silver epaulet on each shoulder. He wore a plain black almost floor length cape that flapped against his back as he moved down the ramp. His knee high black leather boots gently thumping against the ramp. Atop his head a black peaked capped with sliver piping and the Imperial Eagle and "C" above the brim. His hands were clad in black gloves. Around his waist he wore a black belt that holstered his ceremonial power sword. Though it was just as "ceremonial" as the power staffs his guards carried.

The Empress wore a feminine version of the Emperor's uniform. It was a dark grey instead of black. A long skirt in place of the trousers and high heeled boots that looked almost as deadly as the guards' power staffs. The uniform jacket had been modified with a much more open and revealing collar than the male variant. It did well to show the Imperium's other "assests". She wore her long raven black hair in a neat bun and wore a peaked cap as well, dark grey with black piping and the eagle and "C". She wore black leather gloves as well and in place of a sword around her waist was holsterd a ceremonial dagger.

The Emperor and Empress walked down the canyon-like corridor of Royal Guards and stopped at the end. The Emperor drew his sword and saluted. The Empress bowed her head.

The Emperor spoke, his hard dominant voice echoing in the now quiet hanger, "On behalf of myself and the people of the United Imperium of Crossman I thank you for welcoming us to your capital."

sounds interesting......can't wait to see what your devious mind has cooked up thhis time....

OOC: It will be of earth-shaking proportions. And will rock the United Imperium to its core.

The Emperor and Empress were a grand sight to behold as they both graced the cold floor of the docking bay. Not a single person present in the hangar held a candle in comparison to them and both humans who were considered attractive in their own respects, appeared to be nothing but lowly commoners when in the pressence of the two great rulers. Both bowed their heads in respect. "The honor is all ours Emperor. We welcome you to the home of the Abh. If you will please follow us, we will escort you to where the Imperial Admiral and Prime Minister await you. They are looking forward to meeting you."

Behind them, a silent ping sounded as the door to the elevator slid open. The ride would take them to the main level in the orbitting capital.

(OOC: Goodness, its been over a week. My internet situation is crazy as hell right now. I haven't been home lately and I don't even have the net at home, I have to come over here to my grandmothers. In the process of getting it back at my place. I'll try to be more punctual this week though.

Anyway, I just pulled 29 hours of work between today and yesterday and I'm rather tired. So I'll skip on my usual fancy post and do a simple straight to the point. Whereas this OOC is is far from short and to the point. Heh heh.)

IC:

Emperor Crossman nodded. "Thank you. We look forawrd to meeting them as well."

And with that the Emperor and Empress, escorted by the Royal Guards, followed the Abh representatives into the elevator.

OOC: Quite alright. I've got this subscribed so I should see whenever you post.

IC:

The elevator was wide enough for the four to fit comfortably with plenty of room. Their destination was near the pinnacle of the space city where diplomats were typically welcomed. Unfortunatly, it was a rather long one. Blue lights flashed by aimlessly as they gained speed.

All things come to an end as did the elevator ride. Before them lay a cobblestone path with grass on each side. Up ahead were two massive oaken doors with carved handles. At the crossroads in the path, was a fountain streaming up from the center only to sprinkle back down.

The two escorts opened wide the doors for the Emperor and Empress to reveal a domed room with a long table out in the middle. Sitting at the table were two Abh, a man and a woman. The woman had the typical blue hair of the Abh race while the man had blue hair and pointed ears which signified him as royalty. "Your highness, Admiral Wakapale; I have the honor of introducing Emperor and Empress Crossman of the United Imperium of Crossman."

Both Abh pushed their chairs back, stood, clicked the back of their heels together and saluted. Their Star Forces uniform were similar in many ways. They both were fitted for their bodies with the standard of the empire, the eight headed dragon of Gaftonshu, emblazened on their left breast. Both had a command saber tucked neatly behind their backs with the golden hilt sticking out. The only differences were that the Abriel had a long blue cape with a golden double winged tiara on his forehead whereas the woman only had a silver double winged tiara.

The woman off to the side then introduced the two before him. "Majesties, may I introduced Admiral Wakapale and Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

The Emperor and Empress both removed their caps and bowed their heads then took their seats across from the two Abh. As they sat they set their caps on the table in front of them. They Empress' raven hair seemed to glisten in the light.

Emperor Crossman smiled, "On behalf of the people of the United Imperium of Crossman, my wife and myself, I thank you for welcoming us into your beautiful capital. We too have orbital cities above some of our worlds, but none can compare to Lakfakallae. And many thanks for your most hospitable welcome as my ship entered the system."

Both sat down along with the emperor and empress. Gaf'ton pulled a loose strand of blue hair behind his pointed ears. "I am pleased you enjoy our capital among the stars here."

Admiral Wakapale lifted a delicate hand and a few servants standing off to the side made their way over with trays laden with fruits and silver pitchers and goblets. A small smile graced her face. "Please help yourself and enjoy your stay. I know diplomatic meetings can become boring at times."

Gaf'ton nodded his head in agreement. "Quite right. You are more to welcome to ask any questions you have and bring up any matter you desire. We as Abh tend to have three phases in life. One is commanding a star ship and another one is working on a merchant vessel. As such, we tend to endorse many trade agreements with nations we may not even be allies with."