NationStates Jolt Archive

Some time ago, the SeaQuestian Empire had come across a planet being fought over between two factions. The Ba'ku that lived on the planet's surface and a space-faring, off-shoot race, the Son'a, that wanted it for their own. Under the careful mediation of SeaQuest's Princess Elyon Weena Brown (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/elyon1.gif), the Son'a and the Ba'ku agreed to share the planet with a group of Alteran colonists. They've been living on and around the planet inside the nebula known as the Briar Patch, ever since under the watchful eye of the SeaQuestian Princess.

The Son'a ships, fifteen battlecruisers and fourty destroyers, combined forces with the few SeaQuestian ships that remained behind after the planet was granted status as an independent protectorate of the SeaQuestian Empire. Thus, it wasn't considered a colony, but a smaller, independent nation under the protection of the larger nation of SeaQuest.

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Present Day...

Admiral Ru'afo's ship - Bridge

"Helm, are we ready to get under way?"

"Yes, Admiral. Engines are powered up and idling."

"Engage."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

The destroyer (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuest%20DSV/sona_missionscoutship.jpg) slipped out from one of the shipyards (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuest%20DSV/dominion_shipyard.jpg) orbiting the planet and dissapeared into the mists of the nebula. They were en route to the outer edge to transmit a greeting to the stars.

Fluid Time later...

Briar Patch Nebula - Outer Edge - Exterior

Admiral Ru'afo's ship eventually cleared the drifting gases that made up the nebula that the nation of SeaQuest DSV called home.

The pre-recorded message was broadcast into the void of space on all channels and frequencies.

Messages

Greetings to all star faring nations of the void. We, the nation of SeaQuest DSV, send you are greetings and invite you to a little gala we are planning. Co-ordinates to where you can meet the ship that will be your guide through the nebula around our planet are included with this message. We only ask that you come in peace and not war.

Have a lovely day. Hope to see you at the party.

OOC:
@All:
1.) If you're just planning to join to beat the smaller nation, then you're not welcome here.
2.) In regards to Princess Elyon, you are going to be seeing more of her via this nation than my main one.
3.) Please don't send giant capital ships. This is a peaceful party, so no need to send anything with intimidation factor.

The Mendoza Transport Forgotten Spirit exit's hyperspace at the given Co-ordinates with a member of the Royal Family onboard, Prince Licis, a golden furred Tigerlanian. Acompenied by Victor Lenov,a red furred Tigerlanian, son of Grand Moff Valdimier Lenov, to keep an eye on him, they are expected to be supreme politicians, they needed experience, this was it.


Mendoza Transport:
http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e249/Zapstar/?action=view&current=Mendozatransport.jpg

The Bekhaeran comm systems had just pikced up a message from their allies in the AKKALABETH conflict, the SeaQuestians, Visceroy Cole

"Open up a comm link with nay available SeaQuestian vessel or wavelength and send this message" he ordered "We the S.S. Divinity and its crew wish to attend as offcial represntatives of the Bekheran race"

the message went dead, now Cole just sat there on the deck whilst the crew carried on with their everyday routine, he wnated to get the hell out of this system, it bored him watching over dead moons and the S.S. Trinity would be here soon anyway

Bekhaeran Ship S.S. Divinity:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/Goliath.jpg

S.S. Divinity Transport:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/Transport.jpg

The Bekhaeran comm systems had just pikced up a message from their allies in the AKKALABETH conflict, the SeaQuestians, Visceroy Cole

"Open up a comm link with nay available SeaQuestian vessel or wavelength and send this message" he ordered "We the S.S. Divinity and its crew wish to attend as offcial represntatives of the Bekheran race"

the message went dead, now Cole just sat there on the deck whilst the crew carried on with their everyday routine, he wnated to get the hell out of this system, it bored him watching over dead moons and the S.S. Trinity would be here soon anyway

Bekhaeran Ship S.S. Divinity:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/Goliath.jpg

S.S. Divinity Transport:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b297/Ryan_kamichi/NATIONSTATES/Transport.jpg

OOC: nice ships

OOC: cheers :D

"SeaQuestians? What are they doing inviting us to anything?"

"I wouldn't know sir. This is an opportunity to demand an apology from their arrogant princess, and her bodyguards."

"No. We won't stoop to their level. Send a diplomat, but we will not mention that debacle. If they want to apologize we will allow them, but we will not discuss it."

"Yes sir. Hamish?"

"Hamish."

"Should we send Emily with him?"

"No, she's been through enough. She can go if she wants to, but I will not ask her to."

The Bay House of Hamish Alexander, 13th Earl of White Haven

A tall man walks into a brightly lit room, with floor to ceiling windows. A woman is seated by the windows in a large chair.

"Emily..."

"I know Hamish. James told me. I'll go."

"Emily..."

"No Hamish, I'll go."

"Alright Emily. I'll have James get the Tankersley ready. We leave in a few hours."

Several Hours Later

Hamish and Emily Alexander boarded their personal yacht, and departed Solarin Space for the party they had been invited to attend.

The Bekhaeran comm systems had just pikced up a message from their allies in the AKKALABETH conflict, the SeaQuestians, Visceroy Cole

"Open up a comm link with nay available SeaQuestian vessel or wavelength and send this message" he ordered "We the S.S. Divinity and its crew wish to attend as offcial represntatives of the Bekheran race"

the message went dead, now Cole just sat there on the deck whilst the crew carried on with their everyday routine, he wnated to get the hell out of this system, it bored him watching over dead moons and the S.S. Trinity would be here soon anyway

A responding message was send out in return:

Feel free to attend. Though, due not, the co-ordinates provided in our previous message were to local enviromental concerns. Our ship waiting at those co-ordinates will inform you more on the subject once you arrive.

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In response to the newly arrived Tigerlan craft, Admiral Ahdar Ru'afo (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Character%20Pics/Ruafo.jpg), sent out a message in greeting.

Welcome to the Briar Patch (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Locations/BriarPatch2375.jpg). If you care to wait your escort ship will be here momentarily. Do note, please maintain only one-third you max speed while inside the nebula. As your ship has not been outfitted for this region of space, any faster will cause you to loose your engine manifolds. Also, please stick to the course layed out by the escort craft. The Briar Patch is dotten with pockets of volitile gases that could be set off by your engine exhausts.

Exterior

Another ship, larger than the destroyer commanded by Ru'afo, emerged gracefully from the nebula. Wisps of the nebula's gasses drifted aside as she pushed through.

This ship, at 855 meters long, 200 meters high, and 1,055 meters wide, was one of the fifteen Son'a built and operated battleships flying the flag of SeaQuest DSV. Like the destroyers, which measured 438 meters long, 58 meters high, and 325 meters wide, the battleships (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuest%20DSV/sona_battleship.jpg) were things of beauty. Each appeared almost to be individually scuplted and carved from a single block of material.

The battleships, all fifteen, had been assigned to act as escorts for the arriving representatives. They would each be spending time travelling back and forth between the planet hidden deep inside the nebula and the outer edge where Ru'afo's ship sat greeting the visitors.

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Another message was sent to the Tigerlan ship:

Your escort has arrived.

It would take several hours of an uneventful trip through what some had described as the beautiful, yet subtle, interactions of reds, greens, and a few other shades of gas inside the nebula before reaching the ringed planet known as Ba'ku (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Locations/Ba27ku.jpg). Off in the distance, near the planet's southern pole, a shipyard could be seen containing a mass of metal that had yet to take shape. A prototype for a new breed of ship to serve in the SeaQuest DSV fleet was being built there.

After gracefully inserting into orbit, the ship that had serve as the Tigerlan's escort sent them a message:

We are enclosing a set of co-ordinates on the planet below. They are for a grassy plain on an island near the Alteran city. You can land a shuttle there, beam down, or land your entire ship depending on your technology.

A single small Wormhole opened in the system the message originated from. A small vessel, similar in design to all vessels of the Solarin League emerged. It only hada pair of PD guns and one extremely small MAC gun. No vessel could realistically consider it to be a credible threat.

This is the SMS Tankersley. We are requesting clearance to land, or to send a shuttle to the surface.

OOC:
@TSL:
1.) Its not in the system. Its outside the nebula containing the system. All you'll see is a large cloud and the lone battleship.
2.) I'm going to give you this one trial RP off of ignore. Screw up, and you'll go straight back on.

IC: Ru'afo's ship sent a message to the TSL craft:

As per proceedure, we must inform you that while you are following your escort through the nebula, you will be required to maintain a speed of no more than one-third your top velocity. Any faster will cause your engine manifolds to blow.

Your escort will arrive shortly. Do not deviate from the flight path as set by your escort.

As the Solarians were known by SeaQuestians to be quite arrogant and very trigger happy, two battleships emerged from the Briar Patch to act as escorts instead of the usual one.

The Forgotten Spirit landed gracefully on the flat bed of grass that was the co-ordinates. As the ramp lowered the Prince and his companion step out into the open plain, astonished at its beauty.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Prince Licis in a thick Tigerlanian accent (German-Slavic)
"T'is Licis, reminds me of home" replied Victor
"While we are on this planet Victor, you will refer to me as 'Prince Licis' or 'Your Majesty'"
"As you wish Lic.....Prince Licis"

OOC:
@TSL:
1.) Its not in the system. Its outside the nebula containing the system. All you'll see is a large cloud and the lone battleship.
2.) I'm going to give you this one trial RP off of ignore. Screw up, and you'll go straight back on.

IC: Ru'afo's ship sent a message to the TSL craft:



As the Solarians were known by SeaQuestians to be quite arrogant and very trigger happy, two battleships emerged from the Briar Patch to act as escorts instead of the usual one.

OOC: My mistake.

IC:

"What is an engine manifold?"

"I believe it's a reference to old internal combustion engines."

"Oh. He thinks we'll rupture a portion of our drive system. I guess we better stick to one third of MMP. Let's do it."

"Aye sir, one third acceleration."

The Admirals Stateroiom:

"It seems they've forgiven us. Either that or we're going to be "disappeared" on our way in. We're getting a proper escort at the very least."

"Hamish, you always did think as a military man first. You are a politician now, they aren't foolish enough to kill us, they simply do not trust us. Why they believe they need two full sized Battleships against a private yacht is beyond me, but that is my best guess."

"Because they likely believe we will call in a ravening horde of murderous barbarians if they don't watch us at all times."

"Paranoid much?"

"Yes."

External View:

The ship accelerated smoothly into the nebula cloud, following directly between and behind the two battleships that were its escorts.

The S.S. Divinity appeared from the gateway wormhole and in front of them they say an alien vessel of foreign design, a vessel they had not seen before or had any record of

"Hmm maybe theyre here for the SeaQuestians?" pondered Cole as he looked on at the ship

The Divnity was oen of the new generation fleet constructed with Yazzan and Abh technology, the finest vessel in the fleet Cole thought

"i wonder who else will be there?" asked ensign Rikil, Cole shrugged in his usual fashion, he wasnt one for formailities

OOC: @Bek: SQDSV uses designs different from my other nations. More of a ST tech base as well.

IC: Both of the battleships assigned their escorts came along on both sides of the Solarin ship.

A third battleship came out of the nebula as Ru'afo's ship sent the usual greeting message containing the warning about maintaining one-third of the ship's top speed to the S.S. Divinity. The escort for the Divinity came alongside and slightly below the one being escorted. She was position so the Divinity was located above her port 'wing'.

All three battleships began to escort the representatives' ships on the hours long trip through the Briar Patch.

The Briar Patch, or Klach D'Kel Brakt, which is its original Klingon name, is a region in Sector 441 containing dangerous space matter including the remains of supernovae, false vacuum fluctuations, metaphasic radiation, and at least two habitable planets

The Divinity followed the SeaQuestian and alien vessels through the Briar Patch

"this place seems..familiar p[ondered Cole but I've never been here before" Cole muttered looking perplexed as he saw the remians of a supernova

"Use low power until we are notified to return to normal readings" Cole ordered, he didnt wnat to take any risks in the Briar Patch

OOC: @Bek: SQDSV uses designs different from my other nations. More of a ST tech base as well.

IC: Both of the battleships assigned their escorts came along on both sides of the Solarin ship.

A third battleship came out of the nebula as Ru'afo's ship sent the usual greeting message containing the warning about maintaining one-third of the ship's top speed to the S.S. Divinity. The escort for the Divinity came alongside and slightly below the one being escorted. She was position so the Divinity was located above her port 'wing'.

All three battleships began to escort the representatives' ships on the hours long trip through the Briar Patch.

The Briar Patch, or Klach D'Kel Brakt, which is its original Klingon name, is a region in Sector 441 containing dangerous space matter including the remains of supernovae, false vacuum fluctuations, metaphasic radiation, and at least two habitable planets

"Well sir, we oughta be golden. They won't try anything with a witness around. Especially not if the witness can show logs of them firing innto our ship."

"Indeed. Keep your eyes open anyway. I still don't trust them."

"hmm you think we should open up comm channels with the alien vessel...shoudl we?" asked Ensign Rikil... Cole just nodded and began to speak

"This is the S.S. Divinity of the holy empire of Bekhaera Star Fleet, we are here to attend the SeaQuestian function, who are you?"

and the message ended, Cole stood up and walked to the front of the bridge and looked at the system, all the colours twirling and mixing together, it was familiar he didnt imagien it but what was it...

A small personnal frigate, the Corsica, came out of hyperspace. Following the coordinates and directions that were recieved in the message from the SeaQuestian Princess Elyon, the frigate quickly manuevered through the nebula section. They finally came before a large shipyard hovering in space in orbit of a beautiful sea-covered planet.

"Captain see to it that the Space Port authorities are informed of our arrival," said a tall blond haired man, starch trimmed red uniform brilliant against the black of space.

"Yes Major," replied the captain. He nodded to his aide.

"See to it that our escort launches and keeps within several hundred meters. All weapons deactivated and powered down."

From the small hanger of the frigate two Taurus mobile suits launched. They manuevered to the flanks of the ship and made holding patterns, keeping pace with the slower craft.

Major Ibram (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/New%20MS%20Folder/cca32.jpg) watched as his two personal guards sped through space. The pleasent scene before him was very beautiful. He only hoped his mission here was as neccesary as his Excellency had said it would be.


"Attention SQ Space Command. This is Flagship Frigate Corsica of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation of Thrashia. We have come in accordance with her Majesty Elyon's invitation. Do we have clearance to dock?

"hmm you think we should open up comm channels with the alien vessel...shoudl we?" asked Ensign Rikil... Cole just nodded and began to speak

"This is the S.S. Divinity of the holy empire of Bekhaera Star Fleet, we are here to attend the SeaQuestian function, who are you?"

and the message ended, Cole stood up and walked to the front of the bridge and looked at the system, all the colours twirling and mixing together, it was familiar he didnt imagien it but what was it...

Reply:

This is SMS Tankersley. Bearing the Solarin diplomats to the SeaQuestian function.

"this is Visceroy Cole, captain of the S.S. Divinity, ah you are diplomats, I shall be representing Bekhaera in this "meeting" of sorts, are you allies of the SeaQuestians?" replied Cole, he gave an order to one of the Ensigns to get his uniform ready and then continued talking

"We came when they sent their message for they were one of the natiosn to help us in out fight against our attackers"

"this is Visceroy Cole, captain of the S.S. Divinity, ah you are diplomats, I shall be representing Bekhaera in this "meeting" of sorts, are you allies of the SeaQuestians?" replied Cole, he gave an order to one of the Ensigns to get his uniform ready and then continued talking

"We came when they sent their message for they were one of the natiosn to help us in out fight against our attackers"

Reply:

We are allegedly their allies. It is not the closest of friendships though. Their overweaning arrogance forced us to expel them from our homeworld until we recieved an apology from their princess for her behaviour. We are not going to press the issue, but we are hopeful that they will see reason and apologize for their poor choices when in the sovereign territory of another nation.

"Theyre allies but arent close or that friendly, most probably out of necessity sir" Ensign Rikil told Cole as Cole listened on

"for what reasons did you expel them for, we understand if you do not wish to answer but we only ask as to get to know your race and peopls even better as I do believe this is the first contact we have had with you" replied Cole

he was placed on a moile comm link now as he returned to hsi quarters to get changed into his uniform

"Theyre allies but arent close or that friendly, most probably out of necessity sir" Ensign Rikil told Cole as Cole listened on

"for what reasons did you expel them for, we understand if you do not wish to answer but we only ask as to get to know your race and peopls even better as I do believe this is the first contact we have had with you" replied Cole

he was placed on a moile comm link now as he returned to hsi quarters to get changed into his uniform

Reply:

They displayed hostility to other guests, and would not follow directives ordering them to stand down. They continually refused, and escalated the situation even after the other guest had been directed to leave the landing pad.

"I see hmm, we have not noticed such things when we had dealinsg with them, mayeb because of the situation as we were reinforced by one of their fleets in battle" replied Cole "do you think they have changed in your eyes, we have found them quite charming during our discussion"

The Forgotten Spirit landed gracefully on the flat bed of grass that was the co-ordinates. As the ramp lowered the Prince and his companion step out into the open plain, astonished at its beauty.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Prince Licis in a thick Tigerlanian accent (German-Slavic)
"T'is Licis, reminds me of home" replied Victor
"While we are on this planet Victor, you will refer to me as 'Prince Licis' or 'Your Majesty'"
"As you wish Lic.....Prince Licis"

A small sail boat bobbed in a cove near-by waiting to take them to the Alteran city on the planet.

*cough*

"hmm you think we should open up comm channels with the alien vessel...shoudl we?" asked Ensign Rikil... Cole just nodded and began to speak

"This is the S.S. Divinity of the holy empire of Bekhaera Star Fleet, we are here to attend the SeaQuestian function, who are you?"

and the message ended, Cole stood up and walked to the front of the bridge and looked at the system, all the colours twirling and mixing together, it was familiar he didnt imagien it but what was it...

OOC: You mean Ru'afo's ship, or one of the others?

"Well sir, we oughta be golden. They won't try anything with a witness around. Especially not if the witness can show logs of them firing innto our ship."

"Indeed. Keep your eyes open anyway. I still don't trust them."
OOC: Feeling's mutual.

"I see hmm, we have not noticed such things when we had dealinsg with them, mayeb because of the situation as we were reinforced by one of their fleets in battle" replied Cole "do you think they have changed in your eyes, we have found them quite charming during our discussion"

Reply:

It is possible. We will see what we will see. It is my hope that they will apologize and we can get this unpleasantness dealt with.

"very well, we shall discuss this at a later date if you wish to, as for now we hope you enjoy yourselves at the "party" Visceroy Cole over and out" replied Cole

he was ready and over the ships COMM systems he spoke"all personnel get ready for diplomatic rendezvous,we will look our best and show the other races in attendance our class"

A small personnal frigate, the Corsica, came out of hyperspace. Following the coordinates and directions that were recieved in the message from the SeaQuestian Princess Elyon, the frigate quickly manuevered through the nebula section. They finally came before a large shipyard hovering in space in orbit of a beautiful sea-covered planet.

"Captain see to it that the Space Port authorities are informed of our arrival," said a tall blond haired man, starch trimmed red uniform brilliant against the black of space.

"Yes Major," replied the captain. He nodded to his aide.

"See to it that our escort launches and keeps within several hundred meters. All weapons deactivated and powered down."

From the small hanger of the frigate two Taurus mobile suits launched. They manuevered to the flanks of the ship and made holding patterns, keeping pace with the slower craft.

Major Ibram (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/New%20MS%20Folder/cca32.jpg) watched as his two personal guards sped through space. The pleasent scene before him was very beautiful. He only hoped his mission here was as neccesary as his Excellency had said it would be.

OOC:
1.) Like I told TSL, the co-ordinates in the original transmission would have taken you to the edge of the nebula where Admiral Ru'afo's ship is waiting to provide you with the little tid-bit about the speed limit and intro to your escor.
2.) Sorry about the delay. RL got in the way.

IC: Ru'afo watched the display of the Thrasian craft as they darted about.

He sent a simple transmission to their main ship as the battleship that was to escort them through the Briar Patch emerged from the gaseous clouds:

Welcome to the Briar Patch. Please maintain a speed no greater than one-third your maximum velocity while inside the nebula. Any faster will cause your engine manifolds to overheat as you have not been fitted to operate in this area.

Also, do not deviate from the route that your escort lays out. Their are explosive pockets of gas in the nebula that could be ignited by your engine exhaust.

We have assigned our largest current ship class to be the escorts for the arrivals due to the fact they are easier to keep track of as sensors tend to be limited to visual range only and long-range comms do not work inside the nebula. If you wish to send a transmission to a distant place, feel free to request a ship to escort the ship you assign to transmit the message to the outer edge of the nebula and back.

I wish you a pleasent stay in DSV space.

With that, the battleship came about and joined in formation with the Thrasian craft to lead them on the hours long trip through the nebula to orbit around the planet.

Once in orbit, the Thrasians, Solarians, and Bekhaerans would be given the same co-ordinates to the same grassy plain as the Tigerlans had been. They were also given the same option of either beaming down, landing, or sending a shuttle to said co-ordinates.

"very well, we shall discuss this at a later date if you wish to, as for now we hope you enjoy yourselves at the "party" Visceroy Cole over and out" replied Cole

he was ready and over the ships COMM systems he spoke"all personnel get ready for diplomatic rendezvous,we will look our best and show the other races in attendance our class"

"Well boys. They seem like an interesting bunch. See what you can find out when we get out of here."

"Aye Admiral. I'll get ONI on it."

The Solarin Yacht burned through the atmosphere, demonstrating the greater capabilities it had over the Miehmish vessels it resembled. It would leave somne interesting scorch marks when it landed, but most of the other ships would likely do the same, so it shouldn't be an issue.

Upon landing, the ships main door opened up, and Admiral Hamish Alexader, the 13th Earl of White Haven stepped out.

The Divinity and fellow ships traversed the Briar Patch with relative ease and then came to their destination

"well ladies and gentlemen..were here...beats dead moons by a long shot" laughed Cole over the COMM system

"Well boys. They seem like an interesting bunch. See what you can find out when we get out of here."

"Aye Admiral. I'll get ONI on it."

The Solarin Yacht burned through the atmosphere, demonstrating the greater capabilities it had over the Miehmish vessels it resembled. It would leave somne interesting scorch marks when it landed, but most of the other ships would likely do the same, so it shouldn't be an issue.

Upon landing, the ships main door opened up, and Admiral Hamish Alexader, the 13th Earl of White Haven stepped out.

Just like with the Tigerlans, he would find a small sailboat sitting in a cove near-by waiting to take the TSL represenatives to the Alteran city.

Interestingly enough, each of the boats assigned to transport the incoming representatives was painted in the national colors of their assigned representatives home nation and each was just the right size to fit all of the incoming representatives from their assigned nation.

Just like with the Tigerlans, he would find a small sailboat sitting in a cove near-by waiting to take the TSL represenatives to the Alteran city.

Interestingly enough, each of the boats assigned to transport the incoming representatives was painted in the national colors of their assigned representatives home nation and each was just the right size to fit all of the incoming representatives from their assigned nation.

"A little sail boat. Quaint."

"Hamish! What's the holdup?" A small woman appears behind the Admiral, but the short stature is an illusion. Were she able to stand she would be nearly 2 meters tall. Instead she is trapped in a life support chair, ever since an accident that left her barely alive, and with only the use of her left arm and head. It is quite obvious simply by looking that loading the life-support chair into the boat will be impossible if it is done by hand. It weighs nearly 800 pounds.

"They sent a sail-boat out to get us. Can you make it up the ramp?"

"Of course I can Hamish. Now shut up and get out of my way so we can get going. Standing about like I was an invalid..."

"A little sail boat. Quaint."

"Hamish! What's the holdup?" A small woman appears behind the Admiral, but the short stature is an illusion. Were she able to stand she would be nearly 2 meters tall. Instead she is trapped in a life support chair, ever since an accident that left her barely alive, and with only the use of her left arm and head. It is quite obvious simply by looking that loading the life-support chair into the boat will be impossible if it is done by hand. It weighs nearly 800 pounds.

"They sent a sail-boat out to get us. Can you make it up the ramp?"

"Of course I can Hamish. Now shut up and get out of my way so we can get going. Standing about like I was an invalid..."
The Solarians would soon learn, just like everyone else did, that appearances can be decieving. The sails of the craft were, in fact, purely for show. Also, each had a gangplank concealed in the side of each via molecular compression technology, which would fluidly extend to the ground so the representatives from their assigned nation could board. Once they were aboard, the ships' pilots would caste off. The only sounds was that of the wind and the representative's voices, yet the craft were able to move faster than if they were just pushed along by wind, though there were no visible causes for this.

While en route, each pilot would offer his passengers some fresh, high-quality Qat, a mild narcotic leaf that is chewed. The whole purpose of this was to see if they would accept or not.

( what do you mean by semi open like invite only?)

The Bekhaeran boat fitted 10 of their partyinto it

the boat was pale blue,white with a dark green and navy chimera emblazoned upon the side,

"just like home" thought Cole as he and several others stepped onboard

the journey was, to lsay the least, fast for Cole who hadntt been on land in over two years, "forget sea legs im trying to land legs" he left as his second in command lucius tolstoy otherwise known as General Tolstoy laughed

Tolstoy looked at the Qat and just carried on looking at it,"um..what is this...thing??" he asked

( what do you mean by semi open like invite only?)

OOC: Look at the bottom of the first post.

The Bekhaeran boat fitted 10 of their partyinto it

the boat was pale blue,white with a dark green and navy chimera emblazoned upon the side,

"just like home" thought Cole as he and several others stepped onboard

the journey was, to lsay the least, fast for Cole who hadntt been on land in over two years, "forget sea legs im trying to land legs" he left as his second in command lucius tolstoy otherwise known as General Tolstoy laughed

Tolstoy looked at the Qat and just carried on looking at it,"um..what is this...thing??" he asked

"Its a leaf," replied the pilot of the erily(sp?) stable craft, "its a little bitter at first, but you get used to the flavor."

"hmm i'll try it, never heard of this before" replied Tolstoy

the bitter taste went straight through him, he quickly washed it away with soem flavoured berry water he brought with him

"that wanst very nice" he replied "but thanks for the offer of it"

"hmm i'll try it, never heard of this before" replied Tolstoy

the bitter taste went straight through him, he quickly washed it away with soem flavoured berry water he brought with him

"that wanst very nice" he replied "but thanks for the offer of it"
"You're supposed to stuff a wad into your mouth and chew while allowing the juices to flow down your throat," the pilot replied with a grin, "it takes a minute or two, but you'll start feeling the effects."

OOC: Wiki for Qat:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khat

a moment or two late Tolstoys vison became blurry then clear again, he started to feel lightheaded and began to talk jibberish it seemed

"what did you give him!" a shocked Cole demanded of the pilot

A small sail boat bobbed in a cove near-by waiting to take them to the Alteran city on the planet.

As the two young Tigerlanian's bourd the ship, they are stunned by its beauty, There was nothing like this on Tigerlan.

"Wow....how beautiful this land is" wispered Prince Licis

"Beautiful indeed" replied Lenov

Federal response:
We would be glad to send our leader to meet you, and we will send a lightly armed ship.


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The USS Defender floated quietly and slowly in to the darkness of space, its sleek blackish shining hull illuminated by the light of space.


The commander looked around on the bridge; he stood tall looking over operations, officers tapping on holographic consoles, his grey and blue uniform gleaming in the light of the bridge, holographic sensors binging around.


President Bastidas a six foot one tall, skinny, black haired brown eyed eighteen year old boy, walked in to the large operations room, the entire deck stood up at attention, he yelled out in a loud thunderous but friendly voice “At ease!” He smiled at bit as the entire bridge crew went to work quickly.
He looked at the commander who stared at him and stood at attention; rob asked “Are we ready to depart commander?” The commander responded haste fully “yes sir” rob responded his hands sliding down his side in a relaxed motion, “then make it happen I want us there, yesterday”

The commander nodded and turned to his helms officer who was already working on it, he said “you heard the man all hands prepare for temporal jump”

Quickly and surely the entire ship vanished, its form and its sleek hull shimmering in to the fabric of space. During the jump masses and waves of Beautiful colors strung around the ship, as it accelerated to unimaginable speeds.


Several moments later it was spat out in glorious array of colors right over the planet, the commander and rob stood looking over in to the dark void, as the ship rumbled to a stop, its engines cutting off, its form ominously floating.

A message was sent:

This is the USS Defender, we request permission to beam down our delegate

( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32772788/ the defnder)

Lenov took the leaf in his hand' smelling it at first, then placing it in his mouth carefully, chewing slowly, savoring the taste.

"It tastes just like the Beku root"

"mhhmmmm it sure does" Agreed Prince Licis, chewing contently

The Solarians would soon learn, just like everyone else did, that appearances can be decieving. The sails of the craft were, in fact, purely for show. Also, each had a gangplank concealed in the side of each via molecular compression technology, which would fluidly extend to the ground so the representatives from their assigned nation could board. Once they were aboard, the ships' pilots would caste off. The only sounds was that of the wind and the representative's voices, yet the craft were able to move faster than if they were just pushed along by wind, though there were no visible causes for this.

While en route, each pilot would offer his passengers some fresh, high-quality Qat, a mild narcotic leaf that is chewed. The whole purpose of this was to see if they would accept or not.


"See Hamish, I told you it wouldn't be an issue."

"And you were right. Again. I should know to trust your judgement by now..."

"Yes you should. I know what I'm talking about. Plus, I'm a woman, I'm always right. It's been what, 100 years and you still haven't figured that out?"

"Nope. Hamish Smash." He winked broadly, and followed her into the boat.

"next time they offer me that qat...just slap me will you Cole?" muttered Tolstoy as he recovered from the effects of the qat

"nearly there, nearly there" Cole said, he saw a beautifully constructed monolith as they sped across the water

the monolith looked so similar to the ruins of the AKKALABETH on Bekhaera bbut there was soemthing disctinctly different about them, almost pure whereas the ruins on Bekhaera seemd tainted according to the council and many others

a moment or two late Tolstoys vison became blurry then clear again, he started to feel lightheaded and began to talk jibberish it seemed

"what did you give him!" a shocked Cole demanded of the pilot

"Its only a stimulant," came the reply, "harmless and not addictive. Though, I would recommend a brandy when the effects wear off. Think of it like super caffine."

Lenov took the leaf in his hand' smelling it at first, then placing it in his mouth carefully, chewing slowly, savoring the taste.

"It tastes just like the Beku root"

"mhhmmmm it sure does" Agreed Prince Licis, chewing contently

OOC: @All: Don't worry. This little bit about the Qat does have a purpose that I'll reveal to everyone later.

IC: The craft's pilot watched descreetly as the craft seemed to, like all the others, slip through the water without any guding hand at the will or motivating force pusing it foward.

OOC: What's going on with the boats will be explained later as well.

Federal response:
We would be glad to send our leader to meet you, and we will send a lightly armed ship.

A message was sent back:

We shall await your ship's arrival.

The USS Defender floated quietly and slowly in to the darkness of space, its sleek blackish shining hull illuminated by the light of space.

The commander looked around on the bridge; he stood tall looking over operations, officers tapping on holographic consoles, his grey and blue uniform gleaming in the light of the bridge, holographic sensors binging around.

President Bastidas a six foot one tall, skinny, black haired brown eyed eighteen year old boy, walked in to the large operations room, the entire deck stood up at attention, he yelled out in a loud thunderous but friendly voice “At ease!” He smiled at bit as the entire bridge crew went to work quickly.

He looked at the commander who stared at him and stood at attention; rob asked “Are we ready to depart commander?” The commander responded haste fully “yes sir” rob responded his hands sliding down his side in a relaxed motion, “then make it happen I want us there, yesterday”

The commander nodded and turned to his helms officer who was already working on it, he said “you heard the man all hands prepare for temporal jump”

Quickly and surely the entire ship vanished, its form and its sleek hull shimmering in to the fabric of space. During the jump masses and waves of Beautiful colors strung around the ship, as it accelerated to unimaginable speeds.

Several moments later it was spat out in glorious array of colors right over the planet, the commander and rob stood looking over in to the dark void, as the ship rumbled to a stop, its engines cutting off, its form ominously floating.

The Son'a destroyer that was Admiral Ru'afo's ship sat with the colored tendrils of the Briar Patch nebula drifting as a backdrop to her curved features.

A message was sent:

This is the USS Defender, we request permission to beam down our delegate

A reply was transmitted from Ru'afo's ship as the battleship assigned to escort the Defender through the dangers of the Briar Patch slipped out of the nebula:

You will recieve co-ordinates once you've entered orbit around the planet. Please, while you are following your escort, do not exceed one-third of your top sub-light speed, otherwise your engines will overheat as they haven't been fitted to operate at one-hundred percent in this region.

Also, please do not deviate from the course as layed out by your escort. The nebula contains some explosive gas pockets that could be set off by your engine exhaust.

The Son'a battleship moved into formation alongside the Defender and gracefully led the more angled ship on the current safe route between the drifting and ever changing dangers of the Briar Patch.

OOC: The co-ordinates weren't for the planet. You're the third person I've had to remind, TFU. Next time, read the previous posts more carefully, please.

"Seaquestrian diplomacy; I've heard of stranger things. You know I once heard that the Miehmish stop between wars for some form of ceremonial tea; or that the Alterans build cities as large and ponderous as their egos, then hide them so they can't seem prideful. Once I even heard that an ancient civilisation built the universe so that they could see what it was to be god..."

"Is there a point to these ponderous ramblings?" Remiel rolled over, stretched out over a bed of black silk, his fingers tentatively roaming his bare flesh, drawing a soft sigh. "I have grander things to worry about than the meetings of those who consider themselves betters; designs, plans; an entire galaxy to subjugate."

"Ah...But this holds promise, love; one must know the game if he is to play it effectively."

"Ah next, Elsabet you shall be telling me not to hate the player, but hate the game..."

"Mm, always so cynical my Lord." She pressed herself against him, lips teasing breathily against his ear. "Why not send a diplomatic endeavor; you could always send me..."

"So eager to be free of me, blood-love?" He smirked, rolling over, pinning her, hands toying at her wrists. "I wouldn't lose you so easily; we have plans to discuss after all; sanctity before Chaos; black lace and yearning before the altars of the Gods."

"Of course." A moan, a stiffled sigh of Slaanesh's passionate gifts; both were equally skilled as lovers and possessed a sadistic yearning for grander pains and pleasures. "Who then? Who shall...." She bit her lip. "Who shall offer the cup?"

"I think Severino is bored..."

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Seaquestrian point of meeting; Rendeavouz.

Seaquestrian vessels; his Lord, the Primarch Severino Jeriacor comes forth to have parley with you and your kind in representation of the glorious master of Chaos, Remiel De Drakan, God-Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium. Humble thyselves; the Lord of Warpcraft comes. Assured should you be of our intents; we would not be so fickle as to crush you in front of so many honored delegates.

The vessel tore free of the confines of the warp; an immense vessel gleaming like a cathedral amongst the pestilant stars; runes rrunning with glorious energy, sigils dancing with warding and the power of the bound and channeled Immaterium. A psychic choir sent a chilling chorus about the vessel; any psykers in the vicinity would doubtlessly hear the cacophany that rang like sweet music to the Master of the Sorcerous Art who dwelt upon his fel flagship, the Storm of Tzeentch.

Severino sat, hooded, even though the glorious helmet he wore adorned his hidden face in jewels, runes, and gold; blazing sigils daubed his armor; a cloak flowed about him, silk enstitched with shimmering runic patterns. In his hand, a staff coiled; whispering and dancing with symbols engraved even within symbols; a formless energy seeming to surround the material of the staff itself.

Guards flanked him, immense armored juggernauts; his chosen; Lords of his First and Second Companies. Their hidden faces and blank eyes betrayed nothing, save loyalty till death to their ruinous master.

"And now we wait." A hissed sigh. "Ah, my whorish sibling; how you reduce me to this. I had workings that ought to have been Cast; the Glyph worlds need my continual ministrations. My offerings grow grander and more urgent. Still, I shall endure; that my researches might continue uninhibited."

He was the master of the Sorcerous Art; lord of the Black Academy, High Alchemist and Loremaster of the Imperium. There was no art at which he had not tried his malignant craft; no power he had not sought to tame...

OOC:Welcome Chron, glad to see you made it :D

OOC: Sorry about the delay, Chrono.

IC: Ru'afo's ship sent the usual greeting message as the battleship assigned escort to these new arrivals slipped out of the twisting mists of the nebula:

Welcome to the Briar Patch. Due to safety concerns, we must ask you to maintain a speed of only one-third of your top. This due to the fact that ships need to be specially fitted to operate inside the nebula at one-hundered percent. Those that aren't that travel faster than one-third will have their engines meltdown, thus stranding them amoung the shifting gasses of the nebula.

Also, please do not deviate from the course as set by the escorting ship. The escort will take you on the safest route through the nebula to avoid the randomly drifting pockets of explosive gas.

Not sure how the Chronosians would react if they came up close and joined formation with them, the Son'a battleship assigned escort simply came to a point five kilometers in front of the Storm of Tzeentch and rotated so she was now facing the way she had come.

Once the Chonosian vessel had entered orbit around the planet after the hours long trip through the nebula, they would be given the same co-ordinates as everyone else. Weather they beamed down, landed their ship, or sent a shuttle was up to them after that.

The Chronosians chose to teleport down; the elaborately dressed Severino standing amidst his favored servants, his bodyguard as well as numerous Sorcerous Acolytes that he favored. A gesture and they formed a rough semi-circle about him, walking with him as he proceeded forth.

"So; this is Seaquestrian civilisation? Far different from the senseless fracas that Aesri warned us of. I suppose we shall see their intents soon enough; stay aware brothers. We are here for the good of the Imperium; but I dislike the idea of Remiel sending us in to some vipers nest. Caution in all things."

The Chronosians chose to teleport down; the elaborately dressed Severino standing amidst his favored servants, his bodyguard as well as numerous Sorcerous Acolytes that he favored. A gesture and they formed a rough semi-circle about him, walking with him as he proceeded forth.

"So; this is Seaquestrian civilisation? Far different from the senseless fracas that Aesri warned us of. I suppose we shall see their intents soon enough; stay aware brothers. We are here for the good of the Imperium; but I dislike the idea of Remiel sending us in to some vipers nest. Caution in all things."

Near the beam-down point of the Chronosians was one of those sailing craft that didn't need the wind to move complete in the Chronosian national colors and with pilot offering Qat.

IC: Ru'afo watched the display of the Thrasian craft as they darted about.

He sent a simple transmission to their main ship as the battleship that was to escort them through the Briar Patch emerged from the gaseous clouds:



With that, the battleship came about and joined in formation with the Thrasian craft to lead them on the hours long trip through the nebula to orbit around the planet.

Once in orbit, the Thrasians, Solarians, and Bekhaerans would be given the same co-ordinates to the same grassy plain as the Tigerlans had been. They were also given the same option of either beaming down, landing, or sending a shuttle to said co-ordinates.

Major Ibram nodded as he listened to the reply from the SeaQuestians. He turned to the captain who stood nearby the helm.

"Captain, I will take my mobile suit in with our Taurus escort. You are to remain here with a holding pattern. Feel free to have some R&R."

"Are you sure that is wise Major?"

"Don't worry captain," said Major Ibram, he walked to the rear of the bridge to the elivator leading to the docking bay. "- I will be fine. And I will have my Tallgeese, so there will be no need to worry."


The tall white-blue armor of the Tallgeese mobile suit reflected the light of lamps hanging throughout the docking bay. The two Taurus suits had come in as well, their OZ pilots and personnal guards of Ibram were standing nearby in their uniforms.

A engineer saluted as Major Ibram walked down the catwalk and stopped beside the Tallgeese.

"Be taking her out for a' spin Major?"

"Yeah Mike, I will be. Since the Corsica would only be in the way," replied Ibram. He opened the hatch to the Tallgeese and stepped in. He felt comfortable in the cockpit, the leather seat molded to him from years of familiarity.

"All systems check. Computer register all systems," said Ibram. His main monitor came on and began operating according to the voice-activation system.

Major Ibram opened up a comm line. "Otto, Velice get to your suits."

"Already there," came Otto's voice. The two black Taurus suits began moving into launching position. Ibram could see through his cockpit entrance that both were ready for anything.

"Very good Otto, just hold your horses," said Ibram. He brought the rest of his mobile suits systems online.

"Zero System fully operational," said a computerized voice.

"Belay activation of the Zero System; operational only on my command," said Ibram. He didn't want his main combat system being operational on a diplomatic mission.

"All systems green," said the voice again.

The engineer Mike stuck his head in. "Your all ready to go Major. Good luck."

"Thanks Mike," said Ibram. The hatch closed and the cockpit went black until the vid-screens came quickly online.

Ibram opened a comm line to the Seaquestian battleship.

"SeaQuest battleship. This is Major Ibram, dignitary of Thrashia. We'll be following you with three of our mobile suits. I will be piloting one. With me are my two aides. This I hope is in accordance with any rules you may having according to vessels. Our mother ship will remain here in a holding pattern."


Without waiting the three mobile suits launched and flew out into space. They headed to the staging point to meet the SQ battleship.

The commander nodded to the con officer who sent an affirmative, and the ship slowed.


Rob stood quietly observing the other ship as the large frigate traveled close and slow, a feeling of being annoyed traveled through his mind and body, how dare those arrogant people misjudge this technology, but it was just one emotion in the mosaic of others prompted by the message. He was rather confident, standing there in a black suit, his tie and white shirt seen from afar, looking out in to the vast emptiness and gaseous nebula.

His mind was aroused by this part; perhaps he can put an end to the arrogance of this nation, in a tactful way, his mind was racing on fact of what will he do if they pull an arrogant trick on him, he formulated a plan slowly in his logically but oddly demented mind, he was considered to be crazy by some national leaders, but they never got to know him well, he looked extremely young around 18 .. But his true age is unknown to many.

He was far from home, and expected this to be a rather short occasion, he did not care what others thought of him memories of his first’s diplomatic meetings most notably to an iuthian conference many years back, race through, he collected bits of mistake and other decrepit reminders of that slow painful time. He made notes to not repeat them ever, he grinned as he waited for the ships to arrive, his black shoes polished in a glorious glow.

*Snip*
Ibram opened a comm line to the Seaquestian battleship.

"SeaQuest battleship. This is Major Ibram, dignitary of Thrashia. We'll be following you with three of our mobile suits. I will be piloting one. With me are my two aides. This I hope is in accordance with any rules you may having according to vessels. Our mother ship will remain here in a holding pattern."


Without waiting the three mobile suits launched and flew out into space. They headed to the staging point to meet the SQ battleship.

The klick wide DSV owned Son'a ship offered a unique opportunity in this case.

The C.O. of the ship sent the Major a response:

Your mothership would have been quite welcome. Also, judging from the size and design of your current craft, you can land in our hangers and we can go our full speed and get to the planet in around an hour.

The hatch for the ship's hanger slid open. The chamber was located on the back of the central spar that the 'wings' sprouted from. The forcefield keeping the bay pressurized was invisible at the moment, but it would flicker when the Thrasian suits entered.

As for the matter of leaving the bay later, the AG field could be deactivated and the ship could move foward, thus allowing the mecha to 'drift' out without any complicated launch system.

The commander nodded to the con officer who sent an affirmative, and the ship slowed.


Rob stood quietly observing the other ship as the large frigate traveled close and slow, a feeling of being annoyed traveled through his mind and body, how dare those arrogant people misjudge this technology, but it was just one emotion in the mosaic of others prompted by the message. He was rather confident, standing there in a black suit, his tie and white shirt seen from afar, looking out in to the vast emptiness and gaseous nebula.

His mind was aroused by this part; perhaps he can put an end to the arrogance of this nation, in a tactful way, his mind was racing on fact of what will he do if they pull an arrogant trick on him, he formulated a plan slowly in his logically but oddly demented mind, he was considered to be crazy by some national leaders, but they never got to know him well, he looked extremely young around 18 .. But his true age is unknown to many.

He was far from home, and expected this to be a rather short occasion, he did not care what others thought of him memories of his first’s diplomatic meetings most notably to an iuthian conference many years back, race through, he collected bits of mistake and other decrepit reminders of that slow painful time. He made notes to not repeat them ever, he grinned as he waited for the ships to arrive, his black shoes polished in a glorious glow.

The course set by the escorting Son'a battleship took them within a kilometer of several pockets of metreon gas, a highly volatile substance of unknown composition. These yellow-greenish clouds within the nebula were usually avoided at all costs as no one knew for sure how much the minum required for setting it off was.

After the usual several hours, escort and escortee emerged in the clearer area around the ringed planet. The usual transmission containing the co-ordinates to the field where the others had beamed down or landed their ship or a shuttle was transmitted to the TFU vessel.

Severino and his entourage step aboard the vessel and partake of nothing. His guards seem ever alert; while he himself closes his eyes, meditating upon this world; his mind tasting its energies; immersing itself in the glories of the natural; noting the ways in which all could be twisted; altered. Stagnation and standards of form displease his Master; the glorious Tzeentch. Much must be altered; twisted; mutated; to truly please the Lord of Fate.

He breathes softly, an exhalation that seems almost a half-muttered invocation. He touches the air with a gauntlet-clad hand, closing it around nothingness; savoring the sensation of the world; not for any banal worship of Slaanesh, but so that he, and his God; might better know this world...

"that structure...is so pure and beautiful, yet it still reminds me of what we learned out there in the outer rim...what the truth is" softly spoke Cole as the structure glistened in the sunlight

"when will we get there, I am beginning to get tired of this journey" replied Tolstoy

there was another figure onboard the vessel, a young looking man with green eyes and medium length black hair with a white streak, dressed in unusal robing

"there is something...wrong here, i can feel it" he said

the others looked at him as if he was important

Severino and his entourage step aboard the vessel and partake of nothing. His guards seem ever alert; while he himself closes his eyes, meditating upon this world; his mind tasting its energies; immersing itself in the glories of the natural; noting the ways in which all could be twisted; altered. Stagnation and standards of form displease his Master; the glorious Tzeentch. Much must be altered; twisted; mutated; to truly please the Lord of Fate.

He breathes softly, an exhalation that seems almost a half-muttered invocation. He touches the air with a gauntlet-clad hand, closing it around nothingness; savoring the sensation of the world; not for any banal worship of Slaanesh, but so that he, and his God; might better know this world...

After a few hours, the strange sail boat that needs no wind to sail reached the Alteran city. Modeled after Atlantis in SeaQuest, this place was no ship, but just an ordinary city built on an island.

Neo Atlantis, though, as the capital for the planet and the nation of SQDSV, it was where the gala was being held.

The fact that the Chronosian representatives didn't touch the Qat was noted, logged, and sent ahead by the pilot.

"Welcome to Neo Atlantis," he said as they reached the dock.

"that structure...is so pure and beautiful, yet it still reminds me of what we learned out there in the outer rim...what the truth is" softly spoke Cole as the structure glistened in the sunlight

"when will we get there, I am beginning to get tired of this journey" replied Tolstoy

there was another figure onboard the vessel, a young looking man with green eyes and medium length black hair with a white streak, dressed in unusal robing

"there is something...wrong here, i can feel it" he said

the others looked at him as if he was important

OOC: Sorry about the delay. Had a few finals to work on.

IC: As the craft pulled up to the Alteran city's dock, the pilot turned and said, "Welcome to Neo Atlantis."

"Copy that Battleship. We'll enter now." responded Major Ibram. Cutting the comm line he sped through space. His aides followed with their Taurus suits. They found the open docking bay and entered after the defelector shields turned off.

Since there weren't any mobile suit cages, or a secure holding pen, Ibram kneeled the Tellgeese into a position of relative safety. His aides did likewise with their Taurus suits.

Opening the hatch Ibram stepped down into the ship.

"this is truly a remarkable city, like the empires of old would've made" remarked the unknown person who resided alongside the Bekhaeran delegation, only cole and tolstoy knew who he was and thye would not yet reveal to anyoen his purpose

"i hopr to god this isnt just another SeaQuestian clone civilization" wondered Tolstoy as he looked around at the city, he was always in disdain of everything, a usual teenage trait, a tennager thats all Tolstoy was, 19 years of age and already a high ranking officer in all of Bekhaera

"shall we go ahead into the city" asked Coel as the delegation left their boat

"Your architecture is a fine match for any that our allies; those who forged the Atria-Porta; could have produced. Since your civilisation is descended from theirs, and you use much of their technology; I must comment that this city is most pleasing in form and function. Yet trapped in it; decadant and stale. What the Changer would give to work his will upon one of these glorious edifices. What a sacrifice it would make.

You know, I trust, that the natural state of the Universe is boundless Chaos. Without Chaos there can be no progress; no evolution of form; no change. Rather, it would remain; stagnant; unchanging; bound by the manifold chains of Order. That is not what is to happen...Flux is important.

Impressive; none the less. We have crafted grander edifices true enough; but you have some skill."

"That is certainly impressive. I have just one question though. Why? What is the purpose of this extravagence?"

"Copy that Battleship. We'll enter now." responded Major Ibram. Cutting the comm line he sped through space. His aides followed with their Taurus suits. They found the open docking bay and entered after the defelector shields turned off.

Since there weren't any mobile suit cages, or a secure holding pen, Ibram kneeled the Tellgeese into a position of relative safety. His aides did likewise with their Taurus suits.

Opening the hatch Ibram stepped down into the ship.

An Alteran woman in the garb of the diplomatic branch of the navy walked over once the mechs had landed. She had been waiting in the control room because she didn't want them to land on her head.

She gave the usual bow in greeting that one would expect from people belonging to a nation with ties to the SeaQuestian Empire. She straightened up and smiled.

"Welcome aboard," she said offering her hand, "I'm Lieutant Abhrams."

"That is certainly impressive. I have just one question though. Why? What is the purpose of this extravagence?"

"If you are referring to the city of Neo Atlantis," replied the pilot, "its a design to increase internal volume at a place with limited room for horizontal expansion."

"Your architecture is a fine match for any that our allies; those who forged the Atria-Porta; could have produced. Since your civilisation is descended from theirs, and you use much of their technology; I must comment that this city is most pleasing in form and function. Yet trapped in it; decadant and stale. What the Changer would give to work his will upon one of these glorious edifices. What a sacrifice it would make.

You know, I trust, that the natural state of the Universe is boundless Chaos. Without Chaos there can be no progress; no evolution of form; no change. Rather, it would remain; stagnant; unchanging; bound by the manifold chains of Order. That is not what is to happen...Flux is important.

Impressive; none the less. We have crafted grander edifices true enough; but you have some skill."

"I wouldn't exactly describe change as chaotic," said a silver furred Furling as the pilot of the ship seemed to vanish below decks and she gave the usual bow in greeting, "but it can be at times.

"As for our ancestors, SeaQuest DSV is an off-shoot of SeaQuest and is thus another branch of the Alteran nation tree. That's the government's position on the matter. A quite logical one, I might add, if you go back and actually look at the period when the first branch was made. The only debate now is which is the original branch and which is the first off-shoot.

"Oh," she smiled, "I'm Ambassador Lorinxx. Would you mind waiting for all the delegates to arrive? According to my info, only one group has yet to reach the planet yet.

"If you wish, there is some refreshments over there," she points at a near-by table where various food and drink have been set-up.

"Though, if you prefer to go ahead no, I'll have to have someone else take you as I'm supposed to escort the Tigerlan representatives personally."

"We regard our own Alteran allies as being the first branch; as Imperial contact with said civilisation goes back quite further than the emergence of Seaquest. As a result; logically; our allies are the primal source; or at least an earlier offshoot than your own civilisation. As to your assertions; well, it simply displays how little you truly know as to the nature of Change and Chaos. The Changer of the Ways has shown me glorious things; humanity pushed to its fullest; made great by the power of the Undiluted warp. Such things, are not for the eyes of the uninitiated."

Removing his mask, his eyes were empty sockets; devoid of biological life; in their place lay gleaming spheres, etched with runes and sigils; designs scultped across the shimmering surface of the spheres of gold, in laid with precious metals and gems.

"I have dedicated all my power and all my life to the pursuit of all manners of knowledge; the powers of the mind, of the psyker. The application of sorcery and the influence of the Warp upon the material plane. Surely you must know of this; your sources Cluster territories lying as they do within the influence of the glorious warp; of which you remain quite ignorant. The ruin of Botany at the hands of the True Gods' servants...Is but a taste of the power of Chaos."

"This truly is a city of great beauty" Cole said as he admired the designs, Tolstoy just rushed over to the food to ridd his mouth of the Qat lingering tatse in his mouth

"I feel something not at all right here" muttered the unkown figure who travelled with the Bekhaerans, the council of Bekhaera and my own council surely must know what I feel

The Bekhaerans began drinking and eating merrily, Bekhaerans were known to enjoy parties and loved hosting them, if only to showcase their wealth and occasional arrogamce which seemed to have died with the emperor Samket whsoe successor was Emperor Bekha

"We regard our own Alteran allies as being the first branch; as Imperial contact with said civilisation goes back quite further than the emergence of Seaquest. As a result; logically; our allies are the primal source; or at least an earlier offshoot than your own civilisation. As to your assertions; well, it simply displays how little you truly know as to the nature of Change and Chaos. The Changer of the Ways has shown me glorious things; humanity pushed to its fullest; made great by the power of the Undiluted warp. Such things, are not for the eyes of the uninitiated."

Removing his mask, his eyes were empty sockets; devoid of biological life; in their place lay gleaming spheres, etched with runes and sigils; designs scultped across the shimmering surface of the spheres of gold, in laid with precious metals and gems.

"I have dedicated all my power and all my life to the pursuit of all manners of knowledge; the powers of the mind, of the psyker. The application of sorcery and the influence of the Warp upon the material plane. Surely you must know of this; your sources Cluster territories lying as they do within the influence of the glorious warp; of which you remain quite ignorant. The ruin of Botany at the hands of the True Gods' servants...Is but a taste of the power of Chaos."

OOC: TBH, I consider both SQ, SQ's various off-shoots, and TGB to be off-shoot branches of the canon Ancients.
Oh, and sorry for the delay, I've been busy.

IC: "Hmm, artificial ocular devices. Not something you'll find that common in any nation bearing the name SeaQuest. Only after something is lost permantly, is it replaced. We've even managed to develop a device that allows the blind to see by connecting it directly to the optic nerve.

"As for Botany, its interesting that you take claim for that incident. According to the black box we recovered from its location in the Oort Cloud before the Warp Storm spread that far, it was another nation that dialed the Stargate. A Gate they had purchased from SeaQuest, thus, due to their breach of contract, everything they purchased from us was self-destructed by remote.

"As for as I can see, the only thing standing between any SeaQuestian nation and yours is pride on both sides."

"This truly is a city of great beauty" Cole said as he admired the designs, Tolstoy just rushed over to the food to ridd his mouth of the Qat lingering tatse in his mouth

"I feel something not at all right here" muttered the unkown figure who travelled with the Bekhaerans, the council of Bekhaera and my own council surely must know what I feel

The Bekhaerans began drinking and eating merrily, Bekhaerans were known to enjoy parties and loved hosting them, if only to showcase their wealth and occasional arrogamce which seemed to have died with the emperor Samket whsoe successor was Emperor Bekha

Lorinxx watched the Bekhaerans from the corner of her eye.

"Interesting," she thought, "not even to the party yet and they are already cutting loose."

An Alteran woman in the garb of the diplomatic branch of the navy walked over once the mechs had landed. She had been waiting in the control room because she didn't want them to land on her head.

She gave the usual bow in greeting that one would expect from people belonging to a nation with ties to the SeaQuestian Empire. She straightened up and smiled.

"Welcome aboard," she said offering her hand, "I'm Lieutant Abhrams."

"Thankyou Lieutenant," said Major Ibram. His aides came forward and flanked him. They both snapped off salutes.

"I am Major Ibram, commander of the 3rd MS Company and presently envoy to Sea Quest at the behest of his Excellency Treize Kushrenada, Soveriegn of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation of Thrashia. When will we be going planet side?"

"We do not assume responsibility; we simply say that it was a fitting show of the power of Chaos. The Gods we worship have their methods and their goals; their power is grander than many that you would fathom. Long have we pledged allegience to the glory of the Gods of Chaos. And long have they gifted us." He chuckled softly.

"Sometimes one must replace a thing not out of nessecity; but out of a desire to see how far such a thing can be pursued. Our Adeptus Mechanicus, for example; are ever pushing the limits of their own flesh; seeking to emulate the perfection of their Machine God. They would be interested...Your technology follows none of the archetypes of worship..."

"so whens this party begin? im bored already" tolstoy blurted out after a few too many drinks, under his breath Cole laughed and muttered, "Kids, whatever will they do next"

"Thankyou Lieutenant," said Major Ibram. His aides came forward and flanked him. They both snapped off salutes.

"I am Major Ibram, commander of the 3rd MS Company and presently envoy to Sea Quest at the behest of his Excellency Treize Kushrenada, Soveriegn of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation of Thrashia. When will we be going planet side?"

"Our E.T.A. is one hour," replied the Lieutenant, "Behind that door," she continues as she indicates one of the doors in the port wall, "is an observation room. Feel free to enjoy the sights during the trip in there.

"Next to it is a transporter room. You are free to make use of that to beam down once we get to the planet, or you can take your craft."

"so whens this party begin? im bored already" tolstoy blurted out after a few too many drinks, under his breath Cole laughed and muttered, "Kids, whatever will they do next"

"When everyone gets here, of course," said a passing Ensign in the garb of the kitchen staff.

She was pushing a hover-cart with covered trays towards a hover-van filled with others that was taking them to where the party was being set-up.

"We do not assume responsibility; we simply say that it was a fitting show of the power of Chaos. The Gods we worship have their methods and their goals; their power is grander than many that you would fathom. Long have we pledged allegience to the glory of the Gods of Chaos. And long have they gifted us." He chuckled softly.

"I apologize for misconstruing your meaning then," replied Lorinxx.

"Sometimes one must replace a thing not out of nessecity; but out of a desire to see how far such a thing can be pursued. Our Adeptus Mechanicus, for example; are ever pushing the limits of their own flesh; seeking to emulate the perfection of their Machine God. They would be interested...Your technology follows none of the archetypes of worship..."

"Considering that absolute perfection requires absolute time, your Adepts are in for a very long working period.

"As for enhancing the bodies we were born not of nessecity, that's not some the civilian population of any SeaQuestian nation would do. However, I am aware of several projects that tried to explore the military applications. Most ended in failure, one, however, showed promise. It was canceled when it was discovered that the path it was taking the nation down would result in a new version of the Borg.

"Are you aware of the Borg?"

"Quite. The Mechanicus entered into agreements with a strain of their kind, in order that the Borg might act as a weapon for the Imperium. We are quite happy to announce that through our actions, the Borg assimilated a good many cultures and systems. "

He chuckles lightly, almost waving off the almost non-chalant utterance of genocide "Nothing of course, compared to the grand Republic Wars which we near single-handedly orchestrated. I do believe your allies; the Abh and the Zetans served quite well in absolute lust for war and conquest. We each gained quite a bit from that...Punishment of the Republic"

"borg? genocide? punishment of the republic?" though Tolstoy, what were these thinsg they were speaking about, "what do you speak of" he asked in order to ease his mind

Cole had heard of these rumours but had discarded them as just that rumours, they were still a young space faring race yet nothing escaped Cole's ears

"We set the Borg on an amusing path of conquest. It was merely a beggining; an offering. A blessing if you would. The Republic was a far more complex matter. We were able to pit varying factions against the Republic, eventually resulting in the seclusion of the Taledonian race. We take great pride in this. Greater still in the Black Crusade which laid low Azaha for the Glory of Chaos; or the Dratherian war which resulted in them being robbed of their temporal and superweapon technology." Severino grinned almost impishly.

"We have also taken great interest in the Sith over the years; aiding them along their paths to glory. We have been instrumental in so many occurances and wars; it is an art form to be practiced. Ultimately the Khornates hold the honro of the grandest of glories; three of my brothers follow the path of the Blood God. I myself am a devotee of Tzeentch; Lord of magic, change and blackest sorcery. It was under my observation that the Uruk race was forged; that the Black Dragons and Royal Alchemical Society were created to counter the degenerate tribal magicks of the Masakis. I also plan to undertake research of the green-skinned ferals who aid the GFFA; so like the Orcs which plague a thousand worlds in the void; yet lacking in their rough culture and oft degenerate idiocy...Fascinating subjects. I must have taken apart a hundred races within my laboratories yet still I find more to amuse me."

"The sith" muttered the mysterious bekhaeran figure who had travelled with Tolstoy and Cole, "The sith are nothing but shadows on the world, eating away at all that is true and decent, they are soemthing that should be removed"

cole looked on, her had never heard words like this from him ever, whoever he was,"you created the borg or merely set them on their path of murder" retorted Cole

"The Sith are powerful allies; mighty allies who have long been friends of the Imperium. Their manner and methodology pleases the Gods. We ourselves have fought in their struggles; reduced Naboo to plague-ridden ruin; turned the moons of Tenetia to dust. We are the black hand of the Empire; crushing all who oppose; or at least we were, for a time."

He chuckled, settling himself, letting a conspiratorial smirk cross his lips. "We set a group of borg on their own murderous path. Our Mechanicus learned much from their predations; and the Machine God was appeased. Glorious are the creations of the Adeptus Mechanicus; immense Titans that bestride worlds; vessels which cross the void and lay low our foes. They are but the vessel; from my flesh, and the flesh of my siblings; the Primarchs; are the true warriors of the Gods; The Space Marines; created."

"Your dealing perhaps may have been.."fruitful" with the Sith but I on the other hand have suffered gretaly though their malevolance and dealings" the Bekhaeran said, "I do not wish to offend you but dont you feel like puppets tied to the hands of fools"

"We are the puppets of none; the Imperium has always pursued its own agendas. Glorious carnage in the name of the Gods. Blood spilled for Khorne and the Lord Arioch! Disease and pestilence spread across the cosmos in the name of Nurgle; the nameless dead to serve the fleets of Pyaray! Tzeentch's touch to warp and despoil a thousand worlds; and a million suffering servants to fall into the passionate embrace of Slaanesh; to be defiled in countless different ways and methods. Pain and pleasure to split them and remake them utterly.

My Brother; the Emperor, Remiel; he died long ago; at the hands of a Jedi by the name of Daniel Masaki. In vengence, the Gods split the very heavens and they decried this outrage, that our brother might not slip from their grasp. Such a favored servant was he. He ripped himself free from the womb of a woman; splitting her stomach. He set the system of his rebirth to burning in the name of Chaos; and he returned; to slaughter our Daemon father. Mighty was the offerings that paved his way; great were the feastings long after. He remade the Imperium. Even the Sith, Nightshade, is afraid of him! All the cosmos should live in fear of his touch. For he craves sensation and perfection above all things; and all that is impure in the eyes of Chaos, burns before him. Else they are offered to me, that I might...Purify"

"Quite. The Mechanicus entered into agreements with a strain of their kind, in order that the Borg might act as a weapon for the Imperium. We are quite happy to announce that through our actions, the Borg assimilated a good many cultures and systems. "

He chuckles lightly, almost waving off the almost non-chalant utterance of genocide "Nothing of course, compared to the grand Republic Wars which we near single-handedly orchestrated. I do believe your allies; the Abh and the Zetans served quite well in absolute lust for war and conquest. We each gained quite a bit from that...Punishment of the Republic"

"You should know that you never trust the Borg. They'll stab you in the back and try to assimilate you first chance they get once their objectives have been reached.

"It may be beneficial to enter into a treaty with them, but it is not wise."

"The sith" muttered the mysterious bekhaeran figure who had travelled with Tolstoy and Cole, "The sith are nothing but shadows on the world, eating away at all that is true and decent, they are soemthing that should be removed"


"Hold your tongue Bekhaeran, We are of sith order" stated the Prince, motioning towards Lenov as they walked through the doors "It is not wise to comment on such things, especially in front of me"

It was then that the fur of the two male Tigerlanians began to change, becoming more radiant, their eyes glowing a deep gold.

as Lenov looked to the Prince he noticed the changes "This could be bad........."

Then the two males began releasing pheromones, any furling would find them seemingly irisistable.........

The Tigerlanians have entered mating season

OOC:this gives me the opportunity to have some uncharacteristic movements with my characters

"My words are of those untainted by the bdarkness, I feel as if many of you should have not turned from the lght... the Jedi order kills notin vengeance but only in combat, we are a just order those who do not feel the need to be engulfed by the dark side" the unknown Bekhaeran said, he was a Jedi, it seemed the only one here, and he wasnt about to let a Sith puppet talk him down

"Pah; you sing the praises of your order but at least we acknowledge that we kill and murder. You veil it in "Not in vengence, only in combat" It remains as blood upon your Jedi's hands; fathers, mothers, children taken from their families into the cold embrace of Death.

In darkness, one learns to focus upon himself; to accept and acknowledge the dark truths of our souls. Each living being has in him the chance to commit unfathomable evils; unnatural acts. You call your suppression of it morality; we call our spurning of these values, divinity."

"At least in combat," inserted Lorinxx, "death is honorable.

"As for supressing the dark sides of our natures, not a good idea. Not many people are mentally stable enough to handle the strain. That's why its better to use it and make it work with you instead of against you."

Tolstoy sobered up quickly and Cole stared at him, their friend was causing a very big disturbance at this "party"

"For Kreya's sake...doesn't he know he's gonan get us into a lot of ..." Tolstoy blurted only for Cole to interject, "Thsi is his arument, he isn't officially a represntative of Bekhaera, just of the order"

Tolstoy look at the jedi and thought, "how can someone supress such emotions its impossible"

Cole replied, "it's not impossible...just a trial of great magnitude"

Tolstoy looked at him in disbelief, he just heard his thoughts, cole continued, "I too once was like him, I turned my back because I gave into lust for combat but never did the dark side consume me, Teron knows what he is doing"


The jedi called Teron Ran Isikai just looked at them and retorted, "Divine... what is divine about murder and the dark side, nothing,I fear that you shall never feel the light side, you have fallen too far....for that I am sorry but also we need to resrain our emotions for the sake of the many as if one succumbs then all others are placed at risk"

"What is so divine about your light side? The Jedi order exists merely to manipulate that power; not to worship it. I have never heard tell of a Light Side God; instead, you prattle on in nonsense about quashing light. How can there be balance if only light exists? Law cannot rule supreme; or there would be no progress; simply stagnation. You place your faith in misguided philosophies and champion Light. But it is far easier to quash the light within oneself; than to destroy the darkness all about you."

"Murder is divine. In old Terran myth, there is a tale of two brothers who desired the love of god. One offered blood, raw, steaming flesh to his god. And that god was appeased. The other offered his crops; his livelyhood, gathered and prepared for his lord. His fingers had bled and he had wept bitter tears. And this god rejected his sacrifice. So he made a new sacrifice. The first part of him; his beloved, his brother. Khorne touched that mans heart that day. Khorne drove him to kill and maim and murder and forsake all false gods.

You say there is nothing divine about murder? Why them, from rim to core; do the disciples of Khorne spill blood and take Skulls?"

"Gentlemen, calm down. If you wish to face each other in the Arena, all you have to do is ask. However, if you're going to duke it out in the streets, I'm afraid we can't allow it to disrupt the gathering and you will be taken into custody."

"There will be plenty of time for debate and argument later, I assume. A conference devoid of intellectual debate and combat is truly lacking. One must test the mind if he is to devleop it; one must push it to its furthest extremes, in order to know and overcome its limits"

"There will be plenty of time for debate and argument later, I assume. A conference devoid of intellectual debate and combat is truly lacking. One must test the mind if he is to devleop it; one must push it to its furthest extremes, in order to know and overcome its limits"

"Quite true," agreed Lorinxx, "But the talk part can come after everyone's arrived and we've eaten. One tends to be more calm and less volitile on a freshly full stomach. Don't you agree?"

"Very well" Tolstoy interjected, to find out one of his companiosn was of the order was s hock but to fidn out his mentor was oe as well was more than he could have ever expected to learn in his lifetime

The Bekhaeran delegation walked off following the Seaquestians with tensiosn falred

The White Raven sat outside and listened to the conversations...a most philosophical madness. A most pleasing disorder. She observed the orcheastrated Chaos of the Dinner. The guests were too distracted by their conversation to notice the servants. They would be unlikely to notice her. She hopped to the side a bit and shifted her "Eye."

The Servant of the False Gods was spouting lies again. Very amusing, very pretentious claims of the greatness of his Decadent Gods. The Merciful had Exiled them to beyond the Voids. They grew in their Madness and claim that they are the Source. The Spring of Creation. They Lie and the Foolish Foriegners were half believing the split tongue of this shit licker. Dante would have had fun teaching this one manners. A great Magnus Magister...it would be an interesting if short duel.

This one worked more with flowery words than action. He was a fruad. He would be cut down. She cawwed. Took to wing and dived to the deck, an\t the last moment she spread her wings and caught the updraft, arresting her descent. Then she took to the air directly for the Celestial body and Plop! The guards were left with package at the Archway. It was addressed to They opened it to discover that it held recording addressed to everyone present.

It was a recording of the package (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11028173#post11028173) she had left in the Terror's Eye. Before the guards could detain her, she translated. they were left but with one white feather that quicky disintergrated at their touch.

"Tolstoy" Teron Ran Isikai said as he grabbed the young leaders shoulder, "You are troubled?"

Tolstoy looked at Cole and Teron and nodded, "I had a feeling that you wee but Cole...he lied to me"

Teron looked at Cole who continued to mingle with the guests, "Lied..how did he lie to you, did he ever tell you he wasnt a Jedi, that he wasnt of the order...if he never told you this it was no lie, you never had a supisicion because you never asked"

Cole looked over at Tolstoy who avoided his glance, he knew what he was thinking

"I was once liek you, scared of the things I learnt, that fear almost led to something terrible thta would have killed many...I turned to the light and became who I am today...Cole..he came back to the light but only afterhe succumbed to the shadow.... he is oen fo the few who returned to us"

"Now; how might we progress? Perhaps our gracious hosts might say a few words, and enlighten us further as to our purpose here? Or perhaps we might be introduced to the various delegates who have arrived? I am Severino Jeriacor De Drakan; Primarch and High Sorceror of the Chronosian Imperium; Architect of Fates, Agent of Change, Despoiler of Worlds and son of Tzeentch"

"what is our purpose here and may we continue on with whatever our esteemed hosts have planned for us" Teron Ran Isikai added

Tolsoty still looked troubled but he would be ok...Isikai foresaw this