NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Allow me to explain a few things before I begin. My name is unsual, and completly un-nationlike. I know this, and conciously made it that way. If you don't already know the reason why, then perhaps you will, eventually. However, I am also a nation. I have strong magical elements, based entirely off Asia. It will not be uncommon to run accross a Kitsune (Fox Spirit) or an Oni, (Japanese Demon) or even the occasional minor Kami. (Usually thought of as Gods, however there are also household spirits as well.) I plan on eventually branching into all techs, but for now, I am going to be FT and Magic. Things may not all fit at first, and for that, I apologise. I am studying daily, and if theres a point of improvement you can think of, feel free to let me know. For those out there who truely decend from Asian culture, I pray you do not take offense to my posts, and I hope you would be willing to offer helpful suggestions. I care most about a good story, and the quality of its content. All else can be Hanged. I hope there will be those on here, willing to help me present asian society in a more complete, more honest light. Its absolutly facinating. And now, on to the fun stuff.

IC:
15 years ago:
"The Emperor, may he live forever, in his perfect wisdom, has decided to see to turn our eyes towards space. After much meditation, and prayer to the Kami, it has been decided that this would be the best course of action." A being in a noble suit of Armor said. The way it was crafted, and the way it looked, spoke of his prowess as a Samurai Warror. The Gold Chain around his neck, symbolised his place as head of Emperor Kiasho's forces. His long Tail, signified him as a young Kitsune, as did his snout. his fur, where visable, was light brown.

The people he spoke to, were all human. Each, held degrees in nearly every field of Science. All were old, and learned, yet the Kitsune general, was still older than them all. Kitsune, lived very long lives, and the oldest, and wisest, became known as nine tails. The current one, was known as Elder Silk Ear, and she was 700 years old.

"General sharp eyes sir, our funds are limited, surely the Emporer, may he live forever, would be generous enough to grant us more funds for the research it requires." Said one to the Kitsune General, Sharp eyes.

"You have access to Vaults of Eigango Magesha itself. Failure will not be tolerated." Sharp Ears said irritably. He turned and left.

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10 years ago: The Oni Incursion. Progress is set back three years after the all consuming Oni of Chaos attacked the reseach lab.

5 Years ago. The first successful space flights occur.

Today:

"Today is a Grand Day." The Emperor said, speaking to the public on a rare occasion. He was dressed in the finest silks. His Black Hair was curled tightly into a Bun. At his side, stood General Sharp Ears, and on the other, Minister Kiku. Frightful Rumors circulated that Minister Kiku was infact, a powerful Ninja, who protected the Emperor's greatest secrets. Others circulated, that she was his favorite Concubine. She was the first, and only Minister of internal affairs to be woman. She wore thick white make up, and wore a mask. Some said it was because she was to ugly to show her true face, others, was that it was because she was the Grand mistress of a secret society, and had to protect her true identity.

"Today. we shall launch Myojin, and on it, shall ride the Imperial Cartographer, and shall ride, the very ones who made this possible, the same scientists who built the Myojin. Come, let us celebrate the occasion with great feasting." The Emperor said. A gong rang out, and the Emperor disappeared behind curtains. Minister Kiku followed. General Sharp Eyes waited a moment longer, then he too, followed the emporer.

Towards sunset, The Myojin rose towards space. It went once around the system, and returned.

A new age had begun.

OOC: So, I'm somewhere in the Milky Way, not sure where yet, but patrols could easily detect my ship, a thing that should not be there, and is. Come, stop by, and let me give you some hospitatality.

bump

A small spaceship drited towards Miyojin. It was an odd-looking thing, resembling an Earth mini-van, but about three times the size and with rocket boosters instead of wheel. It hailed the Miyojin, trying to establish contact.

Now thats something strange, primtive space tech.... havent come across this in years sir"" Alfred Molina Jr. ensign onboard the Incubus said to his commanding officer, "We may have discovered a new civilization attempt at space race sir... shall we proceed with order 65"

"yes proceed, for the good of the high guard and for the empire we shall see this new member of the space community for ourselves, set course for the selected co-ordintaes and use max impulse, we should eb there within three hours if we use medium power, dont wnat to be the last there" replied the commander of the Incubus, Alfred Molina Sr. otherwise known as Gentle Alf

The Incubus powered up and shot out of Bekhaeran controlled space, they had been positioned in an area known as AKABEK - otherwise knwon as the site of the NOVA bomb that destroyed an entire fleet of warriors who created many races and gave birth to many technology we now use, the AKKALABETH, thsi area was part of Bekhaeran space and few dared enter

The Incubus now had a new mission, seek out these new particpants in space

By this time it was almost back towards the planet surface.

It stopped, with effort, and primitive radio communications flared up.

"の私達はHimera からのLotusians である" They said in a twisted form of Japanese.

Then, static, and something more understandible, "We are Lotusians, loyal servants of Emperor Magesha, may he live forever, who might you be?"

Since it was old, it was broadcast over a frequency both ships could pick up easily.

The mini-van ship sent back a repl,y on the same frequency. The voice that came through was that of a human male, slightly higher in tone than average and unnaturally happy and peppy, almost manic.
"Well, that's just swell! We're representatives from the Holy Church of Space Mormanism. It'd sure be superific if you'd let us come aboard and speak to your captain."

"If you wish, though I'm afraid we do not yet know how to accomplish such a feat."

"sir weve recieved a message form the weird pulse signal, it's from a race known as the Lotusians" Ensign Molina spoke to his father, Molina sr then took the comm and replied

"lotusians this si the S.S. INCUBUS of the Bekhaeran High Guard, requesting permission to have you dock in our bay to beguin talks on alliance and to learn of your people"

the sephrions noticed this new race send the doombringer

ic the doombringer droped out of transwarp weapons charged and shields raised begin aproach to the planet said the emepeor

The mini-van ship powered towards the Miyojin. It coasted along beside its airlock and quickly changed shape to match it before locking onto it.

OOC:Before we go too much further, i wish to apologise for my work schedule, and thus my weird posting times. On a positive not however, it does give one time for a well thought out response.

IC:
Those on board were inpressed with the shape shifting ability of the craft.

Broadcast Signal to all ships.

"We see we have much to learn. Undoubtably, our advanced radio signals are as stone knives to you. So then, to all ships approaching, If you have it within your power, come to the world below, as you can tell, our ship, the first space exploration vehicle we have ever created, is not big enough to accomadte many. We do however, speak for the emperor, may he live forever, and we know he would be dishonored, if we did not give him a chance to entertain you all. Just as you are curious in us, we too, are curious about you. I am sure there is much we can learn from each other, though I fear it may be us who does the most learning. We are peaceful, and wish no one harm/"

At the hatch into the ship, the space mormons were greated by a Kitsune Samurai. He had green armor covering his snout, and his tail swished back and forth. His name was soft foot.

Another, was speaking into the radio on another frequency, in their odd language.

"私の主はEganjo Magesha に来るために、他の世界からの奇妙な存在私達を、あなたの名前で、私達entreat それらを見つけた" said one.

Then the reply:
"非常によい、すべての当然なhast とのそれらを持って来なさい。私達は準備ができている。".

the grand super star destroyer was within firing range
the tatical offcier sad sire we are with in weapons range shall i fire no com them
this this the usse ship doombringer we greet you

the airlock opened somehow, and air rushed into it along the tube. The two people who entered the ship were apparently humans. One was male, the other female. They both wore identical white polo shirts with blue ties. The man wore long gray pants and the woman wore a long gray skirt. Their faces were very similar and they had the same blonde hair, manic grins and strangely vacant look in their eyes.

the grand super star destroyer was within firing range
the tatical offcier sad sire we are with in weapons range shall i fire no com them
this this the usse ship doombringer we greet you
"And we great you. We extend an invitation to you as well, to join us at Eganjo on the world below." was the reply.
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Space Mormons
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"Greetings." The Kitsune said. He bowed in greeting. His face was completly neutral of emotion, and unreadable.

"Come in." he said.

The two Space Mormons entered the ship and bowed to the Kitsune. The male handed him a wad of pamphlets tied with a rubber band, entitled Space Mormonis: True Happiness.
"Here," he said "You'd best be reading these. They're just fantabulous."
Suddenly, what had appeared to be a tie lashed out and bit the Kitsune on the arm.
"Don't worry about that," the female said "It's just a toxin to make you very susceptable to suggestion." she leaned close to him and said in very firm tones "And that's a good thing."
"Now, you'd best be reading those pamphlets," the male continued "They tell you all about why the Church of Space Mormonism is the best. Hand 'em out to all your crew."

"head for "Ejango" or whatever they call it" ordered Molina Sr as the INCUBUS sped into Lotusian space territory, "looks a young world, maybe they will enter into an alliance with our High Guard" responded Molina jr.


The INCUBUS sped until it oribited the planet and they hailed the planet again

The thing was, the kitsune was covered in armor, and so the toxin did not get through.

The Kitsune immediatly drew his katana, leaped backwards into a defensive stance. Since they were in full veiw of the crew, the other three warriors immediatly turned as well.

"head for "Ejango" or whatever they call it" ordered Molina Sr as the INCUBUS sped into Lotusian space territory, "looks a young world, maybe they will enter into an alliance with our High Guard" responded Molina jr.


The INCUBUS sped until it oribited the planet and they hailed the planet again

"Landing cleared. Head for 26 norrth, 78 east. Yours is the pad with the flower painted in the center." came a reply from the planet.

"Sir you think this spaceship is gonna fit there, I mean this is a PRETTY big vessel" ensign Molina cried, his father looked at the planet

"just try it, we can get there, well ahve to occupy the majority of the landing area... or all of it cause this baby is amassive hunk of space junk" as he banged the INCUBUS hull

on board the Incubus were the finest of the Bekhaeran military in that region, built for war they were the elite program, bred for war since birth, they were the spirtual brothers of the clone troopers of the republic

The Landing pad was approzimatly10 miles square. In its middle was painted a massive flower. an escort was waiting at the edges.

The thing was, the kitsune was covered in armor, and so the toxin did not get through.

The Kitsune immediatly drew his katana, leaped backwards into a defensive stance. Since they were in full veiw of the crew, the other three warriors immediatly turned as well.
OOC: Well, if his arm was armored, he obviously would have bitten him elsewhere.

OOC: Well, if his arm was armored, he obviously would have bitten him elsewhere.

OOC: But you must also take into account the fact that Kitsune are naturally faster than humans, and it would be a simple task for him to dodge your tie. I choose the armor as the defense more likely to be accepted. Now, if you like, you can assume he jumped backward, and adopted his same defensive stance.

OOC: But you must also take into account the fact that Kitsune are naturally faster than humans, and it would be a simple task for him to dodge your tie. I choose the armor as the defense more likely to be accepted. Now, if you like, you can assume he jumped backward, and adopted his same defensive stance.
OOC: And the fact that in no way are Space Mormons human. But I guess he can dodge it this time.

IC: The two creature stepped slowly towards him, their manic smiles still plastered on their faces.

ic the ship docked the kitir lord beemed down with 20 wardroids

OOC: And the fact that in no way are Space Mormons human. But I guess he can dodge it this time.

IC: The two creature stepped slowly towards him, their manic smiles still plastered on their faces.

"Stop, there. I'm afraid you are not welcome any further than that. Now, we're all going to leave this religious nonsense for others. your going to not try to convert us, and we're all going to go down to the planet, and have a jolly time. Maybe your Kami will appear. If you do attack us anyfurther, we will be left with no choice but self defense." The kitsune said.

ic the ship docked the kitir lord beemed down with 20 wardroids
Nearby was a a group of Samurai, and assorted officals. Some were human, some were kitsune, some were also archers, though they carried rifles instead of bows.

A young woman carried on a litter drew open the curtains. to look upon the face of one of the emperor's daughters was a privledge indeed.

She carried a small machine with her. It was a translator. Primitive, but effective.

"Greetings, I am the 12 daughter of the Emperor, may he live forever, Milea. Welcome to our world. Come, Eganjo is this way." she said in her native toungue, but the machone translated it. He voice was delivate and fragile.

The two creature suddenly darted in opposite directions with surprising speed. The male went left, the femala went right. They both jumped onto the wall and, with a high-pitched shrieking noise, they leaped at the kitsune in perfect unison, hands outstretched, ties writing and hissing.

OOC: SPACE MORMONS *falls to the floor laughing*, I'll IC post later, tired, so consider this a glorified tag..*giggles insanely* space mormons, genius

The other three Samurai drew there blades. This was going to be a slaughter.

Meanwhile, the Kitsune rolled backwards, and swung his Katana as hard as he possibly could towards the male.

The other three came forward, but did not have the speed to reach the female before she got to the lone warrior.

the sephrions noticed this new race send the doombringer

ic the doombringer droped out of transwarp weapons charged and shields raised begin aproach to the planet said the emepeor

[Why the hell do you always have your most powerful ship out on first contact detail? What a waste of wank.]

greetinings i ams the empereor of sephrioth
the kitir lord darth sephrioth

forgivie me for comming with 20 wardriods but i feel when contatcting a new race imperions are everything

The Molina family and fellow high ranking officilas onboard the INCUBUS docked at the landing site, the ship just fit in

"Well son, and others..welcoem to Lotusia, I think thast its name anyways...where is this official meeting party they said theyd send to us" Molina sr barked as eh waited impatiently

The landing bay was designed as if to represent an ancient culture but still powerful n onetheless

The system soon hosted another visitor, but unlike most others, he was no government representative. His vehicle resembled nothing so much as a ‘rocket ship’ from an ancient science fiction serial. One hundred meters or so from stem to stern, it was arranged with its decks facing upwards towards its nose, rather than laterally.

He’d originally been passing through at a relative velocity of several thousand times the speed of light, but his vessel had been refitted since he’d come to own it with various systems that could be described as military level, although they were actually rather anachronistic in comparison to the ultra-fast living vessels of his people.

The people from whom he was an outcast of sorts: For though he was not reviled or accused by them – indeed, he had one of the highest degrees of political favour that - he was an exile, by his own will, for he had found that he could no longer live with their society. Necrontyr, his race, were by definition, intensely communal and social creatures, but he was not of a mind to be with his kin. It did not matter, in truth, he would, barring injury or death, live forever, and perhaps, in time, he would return.

For now he was something of a freelance explorer, a wanderer without a home.

Elakar Shatanah was his name.

Climbing up to A-deck, he wandered over to the central column – a cylindrical hyperspeed generator ran the length of the ship – around which the ship’s messily arranged controls were arrayed. On the ceiling, an orange light was illuminated; meaning that one of the ship’s pre-programmed responses had been triggered. He hurried around the room, bare feet pattering against a ring of carpet over the chromed deck, as he looked up at one of the system panels. A tap displayed the crop-circle like high-script of the necrontyr, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He had eyebrows, and most other features of humans, in effect he looked rather like most elves did, but with a radically different body chemistry, most notably in blue blood – literally – that gave his skin a grey-blue hue. His white hair was presently, against the style prevalent among his people, closely cropped, and he was half-dressed in a robe of purple he’d thrown on when the alert had dragged him from the shower.

The display indicated that the ship had passed through a radio signal. That was nothing, the ship did that all the time, but not only was this signal fresh, it appeared to say something interesting. Elakar was quite familiar with English. He knew many languages, a vestige of the person he’d been when he worked for the ‘government.’
He punched it up, and a bronzed speaker in the ceiling crackled with the filtered transmission he’d picked up. "Well, that's just swell! We're representatives from the Holy Church of Space Mormanism. It'd sure be superific if you'd let us come aboard and speak to your captain."

That seemed moderately… curious. A few dancing steps brought Elakar to the Faster Than Light control panel, wincing a little as his bare feet stepped onto the iron grille he’d installed there to make observing the delicate ‘upgrades’ he’d installed there easier, and he reached out, yanking one of two levers back to zero, and then knocking the other up a few notches. Another few steps to his left, off the grille and onto carpet again, thankfully, brought him to the helm control, where he yanked a roll lever back for a moment, spinning the ship on its axis as it coasted through space at a sublight speed. A few steps further brought the tall necrontyr to the communications panel, a single punch of an anachronistic (or rather, progressive, given that his control deck was arrayed in a strange mixture of wood, chrome and brass, along with more types of rubber tubing and wiring than one could count) button of moulded red plastic set the levers controlling the ship’s helm twitching as they reoriented it towards the signal’s source.

The central column, presently transparent, showing the strange blackness of the hyperspeed generator changed to show a diagram of distance to target. He was presently about point one of a light year away. He adjusted the FTL panel to carry him to the source, pushing one of the levers up so that it read ‘six’ in his language, and the other to read two, at two hundred thousand times the speed of light. A depression of a brass button excecuted the course change, and the diagram began to change. It didn’t show movement, but rather, the units of size changed as the ships closed.

Twenty seconds later, the chromed rocket-shaped spacecraft appeared in orbit, complete with clichéd fins at the rear section that added to the appearance – though Elakar had protested that they were and even made a good stab at making them function as atmospheric stabilisers, they were essentially there for show – of a Flash Gordon spacecraft.

The ship had collected the other recent radio signals, and he took a moment to review them before sending an audio-only transmission to the primitive spacecraft. “Greetings,” he said, “I was in the neighbourhood, and couldn’t help wondering if you’d appreciate a visitor…” Of course, he was unaware of the drama playing out within…

The Kitsune's blade cleaved the male in two, along his wasteline. There was no blood. In fact, a look at his cross-section revealed him to be made of some kind of semi-solid gray matter.
The female's tie sunk its teeth into the kitsune's neck. "We are your friends," she whispered before the samurai could reach her "You can't let them hurt us."
Meanwhile, the male propped himself up on both hands, still grinning insanely, and fitted his upper half back on his lower half. The flesh seemed to be joining back together, reforming...

The Kitsune's blade cleaved the male in two, along his wasteline. There was no blood. In fact, a look at his cross-section revealed him to be made of some kind of semi-solid gray matter.
The female's tie sunk its teeth into the kitsune's neck. "We are your friends," she whispered before the samurai could reach her "You can't let them hurt us."
Meanwhile, the male propped himself up on both hands, still grinning insanely, and fitted his upper half back on his lower half. The flesh seemed to be joining back together, reforming...
Her words came too late. one sword went through the upper portion, one went through the middle, and one went through the lower powertion.

The mormans also could not have known, a kitsune mind is somewhat stronger than a human. It still took some effect though.

"Brothers, was that really necessary? there are many out here, surely there ways are going to be diffrent than ours. I believe we may have perhaps, dishonored ourselves." said sharp ears.

"No brother, we came only to make friends, and share our way. We nwere not commanded to let others attack us openly by way of greeting. Your mind has been affected. let us break off and return to the planet. It would be well for a healer to see to you." Said a human samurai, Lee chang, by name.

The ship broke off connection, and decended below.

greetinings i ams the empereor of sephrioth
the kitir lord darth sephrioth

forgivie me for comming with 20 wardriods but i feel when contatcting a new race imperions are everything

"Of course. Come, Eganjo is this way." The princess said, heading to Eganjo.

Well, she was carried to Eganjo. The Samurai ringed the visitors to prevent any from being lost on "Accident".

The Molina family and fellow high ranking officilas onboard the INCUBUS docked at the landing site, the ship just fit in

"Well son, and others..welcoem to Lotusia, I think thast its name anyways...where is this official meeting party they said theyd send to us" Molina sr barked as eh waited impatiently

The landing bay was designed as if to represent an ancient culture but still powerful n onetheless

"Welcome, to the ancient world of Anatomo Daiyo. I am Shigome, 3rd, daughter of the emperor, 4th in line for succession. These warriors are here to make sure no one gets lost. Come Father is most anxious to meet someone from another world." Princess Shigome said. The Samurai ringed the visators as well, and lead all to Eganjo.

The system soon hosted another visitor, but unlike most others, he was no government representative. His vehicle resembled nothing so much as a ‘rocket ship’ from an ancient science fiction serial. One hundred meters or so from stem to stern, it was arranged with its decks facing upwards towards its nose, rather than laterally.

He’d originally been passing through at a relative velocity of several thousand times the speed of light, but his vessel had been refitted since he’d come to own it with various systems that could be described as military level, although they were actually rather anachronistic in comparison to the ultra-fast living vessels of his people.

The people from whom he was an outcast of sorts: For though he was not reviled or accused by them – indeed, he had one of the highest degrees of political favour that - he was an exile, by his own will, for he had found that he could no longer live with their society. Necrontyr, his race, were by definition, intensely communal and social creatures, but he was not of a mind to be with his kin. It did not matter, in truth, he would, barring injury or death, live forever, and perhaps, in time, he would return.

For now he was something of a freelance explorer, a wanderer without a home.

Elakar Shatanah was his name.

Climbing up to A-deck, he wandered over to the central column – a cylindrical hyperspeed generator ran the length of the ship – around which the ship’s messily arranged controls were arrayed. On the ceiling, an orange light was illuminated; meaning that one of the ship’s pre-programmed responses had been triggered. He hurried around the room, bare feet pattering against a ring of carpet over the chromed deck, as he looked up at one of the system panels. A tap displayed the crop-circle like high-script of the necrontyr, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He had eyebrows, and most other features of humans, in effect he looked rather like most elves did, but with a radically different body chemistry, most notably in blue blood – literally – that gave his skin a grey-blue hue. His white hair was presently, against the style prevalent among his people, closely cropped, and he was half-dressed in a robe of purple he’d thrown on when the alert had dragged him from the shower.

The display indicated that the ship had passed through a radio signal. That was nothing, the ship did that all the time, but not only was this signal fresh, it appeared to say something interesting. Elakar was quite familiar with English. He knew many languages, a vestige of the person he’d been when he worked for the ‘government.’
He punched it up, and a bronzed speaker in the ceiling crackled with the filtered transmission he’d picked up. "Well, that's just swell! We're representatives from the Holy Church of Space Mormanism. It'd sure be superific if you'd let us come aboard and speak to your captain."

That seemed moderately… curious. A few dancing steps brought Elakar to the Faster Than Light control panel, wincing a little as his bare feet stepped onto the iron grille he’d installed there to make observing the delicate ‘upgrades’ he’d installed there easier, and he reached out, yanking one of two levers back to zero, and then knocking the other up a few notches. Another few steps to his left, off the grille and onto carpet again, thankfully, brought him to the helm control, where he yanked a roll lever back for a moment, spinning the ship on its axis as it coasted through space at a sublight speed. A few steps further brought the tall necrontyr to the communications panel, a single punch of an anachronistic (or rather, progressive, given that his control deck was arrayed in a strange mixture of wood, chrome and brass, along with more types of rubber tubing and wiring than one could count) button of moulded red plastic set the levers controlling the ship’s helm twitching as they reoriented it towards the signal’s source.

The central column, presently transparent, showing the strange blackness of the hyperspeed generator changed to show a diagram of distance to target. He was presently about point one of a light year away. He adjusted the FTL panel to carry him to the source, pushing one of the levers up so that it read ‘six’ in his language, and the other to read two, at two hundred thousand times the speed of light. A depression of a brass button excecuted the course change, and the diagram began to change. It didn’t show movement, but rather, the units of size changed as the ships closed.

Twenty seconds later, the chromed rocket-shaped spacecraft appeared in orbit, complete with clichéd fins at the rear section that added to the appearance – though Elakar had protested that they were and even made a good stab at making them function as atmospheric stabilisers, they were essentially there for show – of a Flash Gordon spacecraft.

The ship had collected the other recent radio signals, and he took a moment to review them before sending an audio-only transmission to the primitive spacecraft. “Greetings,” he said, “I was in the neighbourhood, and couldn’t help wondering if you’d appreciate a visitor…” Of course, he was unaware of the drama playing out within…


Came the reply shortly after the Drama "Sure, follow us down."

The female turned around to face the samurai, and as she did, her body began to change. Her flesh rippled and twisted, her limbs distorted until she didn't even remotely resemble a human. She was roughly ten feet tall with a large, conical head with insect madibles. Her tie was now a great blue tentacle coming out of her throat. She had short, stumpy legs and extremely long, sinewy arms ending in scythelike claws. She made an ear-splitting shrieking noise and swiped at the samurai with her arms and tie.
The male got to his feet again, and approached the Kitsune captain. "The bites are good," he said and lashed out with his tie again.

The captain was in fact, a scared human cowering in the corner.

The kitsune, was simply a guard in case something eventful like this happened, and as such, opened the door.

The kitsune that was bitten looked in pure shocked horror. Nothing good could ever possibly come back to life. It was the way of things.

He went to slice the tie off. Clearing the fog from his mind. Nothing that was dead and then reborn could be trusted. All things died once and that was it. Nothing changed form, unless visably changed by an outside force. The 4 warriors whispered a prayer to the Myojin of Infinite Rage. A white light glinted off their blades, and from them came great heat indeed. Almost to much to bear.

The other three went to slice the former woman, now giant mantis creature with a tenticle in its mouth, to ribbons, and then to possibly burn it away.

OOC: Think of a SW Lightsaber, and you know what my Katana are now.

the kitir lord drew dras the light katana look at this weapon princess
this is the weapon of a kitir lord the light katana more elgant then a light saber and more difficult to master the use of

the kitir lord drew dras the light katana look at this weapon princess
this is the weapon of a kitir lord the light katana more elgant then a light saber and more difficult to master the use of

*For both Sephiroth and Bakheara*

Both parties approached the Imperial Palace. A Dragon, painted in Jade Green ran from the tip of the tallest Part, all the way down the walls, to the Ground outside the outer wall.

The Palace was mainly Red, and Archers armed with automatic Rifles lined the walls. The Gates were gilded with Gold, and slowlty Drawn open. General sharp eyes stood on the outer Balconey, along side Minister Kiku. The appeared to be Emperor, and emperess, however this was not the case.

The princess stopped the procession. The General and the Minister stepped aside, for the man who was obviously Emperor.

"Lord, we request permission to bring honored guests from Beyond the stars into your house." The princeses said in unison.

"Indeed, Welcome, guests, the the Palace Eganjo. I Emperor Magesha bid you welcome to our world. Enter, so that we may converse more closely." He said. Although they were hidden well, Translators were hidden throughout the palace. The Pricesses stepped off their litters and into the palace grounds.

Minister Kiku stepped forward. She was a very fast womkan, and she did not appear to be out of breath. Her mask today was white, with a jolly smile painted on. A single red rose was painted accross. The princesses departed.

"Your guards may also enter, but they are bidden never to draw their weapons within Imperial grounds, unless the Emperor himself grants permission. They may rest with the army in the barracks. For yourselves, you are bidden to follow me. The Emperor waits in earnest, and it would be an insult to keep him waiting." Minister Kiku said. Her voice was chilling, and it made one wonder what secrets lay beneath her clothes of Black, and behind her mask.

the kitir lord spoke in the sephrion tounge of old to the driods

'' cbnayt uid yht yld yc [gaurdians]''
translated meens spread out and act as [gaurdians]

my gaurds are unarmed hail fellow ruller i am a kitir lord and a ruller my self say princess have you ever seen a light katana

(OOC:
Dont you just love it when people show up with their uber-ships and genetically engineered uber-soldiers for first-contacts?
Le sigh.
IC post later.)

ooc dng first impersions count i sent a kitir and the doombringer but i only sent the kitir master and 20 wardriods

OOC::eek: Wow. He must have a strong mind if he can shake it off that easily. And for the record, he didn't come back to life. He just didn't die in the first place:D

IC: The male twisted out of the way of the blade to protect his tie. Unfortunately, it meant his arm was sliced mostly off. It didn't seem to affect him, however. He rallied again for another attack.
The monstrosity that the female had become drew back at the heated blades. But if the samurai could stand to be so close to them, then they probably weren't as damaging as they appeared. She met their charge head on, slicing at one's head with her claws while trying to bite the other with her tie-tantacle.

OOC::eek: Wow. He must have a strong mind if he can shake it off that easily. And for the record, he didn't come back to life. He just didn't die in the first place:D

IC: The male twisted out of the way of the blade to protect his tie. Unfortunately, it meant his arm was sliced mostly off. It didn't seem to affect him, however. He rallied again for another attack.
The monstrosity that the female had become drew back at the heated blades. But if the samurai could stand to be so close to them, then they probably weren't as damaging as they appeared. She met their charge head on, slicing at one's head with her claws while trying to bite the other with her tie-tantacle.

The five humans were still cowering in absolute terror. One of them found some courage, and went to the controls. If it came to it, Hari Kari would solve it all. Yes, there was still Hari Kari.

Meanwhile, the kitsune facing the male went to slice the tie off again.

The human that the claw was afterfrom the woman mantis shredded the shoulder and chest plates. The other human went after the claws, the Jitsune focused on the blue tentacle, determined to sever it from the body.

OOC: Normally, it would have taken at least a day and a half. However, from his perspective has always been that things do not change under their own power in such a fashion. Also he has never seen anyone be severed in two, and then get up put themselves back together, and continue fighting. Thus, these two things filled him with such shock and horror that it cleared his mind quickly.

the kitir lord spoke in the sephrion tounge of old to the driods

'' cbnayt uid yht yld yc [gaurdians]''
translated meens spread out and act as [gaurdians]

my gaurds are unarmed hail fellow ruller i am a kitir lord and a ruller my self say princess have you ever seen a light katana

OOC: I don't mind.

IC: By the time the Kitir lord spoke, the princesses were out of earshot. Minister Kiku however was not.

"And pray tell, just what is a light Katana? It is a relief to know your guards are unarmed. Do they require anything special that we may be able to provide?" She asked.

a light katana is the taditional weapon of a sephrion kitir no they do dont

CNS Thames, Discovery Class Exploration Ship

"Cap-...Doctor! We seem to be detecting a large number of engine signatures just...here." The sensor officer tapped a spot on the screen showing a local sector map. "We have a few primitive-grade engines, plus lots of others. Looks like weve arrived late to the welcome party."
"Indeed." Dr. Siminov glared at the screen, he hated first contacts. They were usualy pointless and didnt result in much of anything aside from a few 'hello's.
"Set course for wherever the hell that is and broadcat the standard message."

Greetings and welcome to the Galaxy!
This is a Dontgonearthere exploration vessel on a mission of peace, and we have just detected your vessel. We would like your existance in this galaxy to be a peaceful one and as a welcome gift we extend to you this one time offer for a line of credit with an excellent introductory interest rate at the GLACORP Bank!
Thank you for your time.

The 1.5 km ruby teardrop hung in the Void between probabilities. She was upon the Path. Re-entering Samsara was always the tricky part. Normal side-real universes were constantly breaking off...and technically she might arrive at Where without being at the proper When. Flow with it...forward...and wait for it...Now!

POP!

Magpie always did like the return to Illusion. Why are so many tribes in such a primitive system? She listened in on the local subspace, ansible, and radio chatter. Very loud and sloppy these Gaijin were...the bronze egg expanded in surprise. Nipponese? Very archaic Nipponese! A cousin Tribe! Buddha the Peaceful be praised. Now what type of cousins were they?

The AI gopher programs invaded the Local Nets like a plague of lemmings. Fuedal...Emperor...they followed a Westernized corruption of the bushido codes. Yet...they Knew of the Oni Incursions into the Realities of Man! They were very primitive and mistaken on may points, yet they had the Proper Heart. The Captain grinned...they seem to worhip the Kamis...perhaps they needed a good sensible Zen whack to correct their Illusions.

The Fox grinned even wider...yes...these cousins need a proper joke. They seemed to have forgotten much of Holy Terra. He himself as the head of the Enclave, and a Master of the Shining Path, would remind the cousins of the Yamabushi Tengu Monks of the Melii!

They would have to improvise...perhaps a stronger barrage than the usual? The crew concured. It had been awhile since they blew anything up. Cricket 1 opened fire upon a Charon sized Orrt Body with a Full Barrage. One third of the planet was vapourized... Fenris had taken a bite out of the planetoid. That ought to get the Gaijin and Cousin's attention. It sure was pretty.

The one of Fireflies Wings deployed in a defensive screen. Magpie opened the Holo-Comm. Captain Prabuon "the Fox" stood in the Robes of the Order. He was dressed in a simple garb of Black and Grey with silver edging. They highlited his white wavy hair and silver eyes. Those eyes glared beatifically into the Holo-Comm. He reached out and utilized just a smidgen of the Source to get their attention.

Gaijins! Ignorant Aggressive Devils!
Do You Seek Refuge in the Dharma!?
Do You Seek Yama's Embrace?
Cousins of the Path...Are you weak?
Do you require assistance?

CNS Thames, Discovery Class Exploration Ship

"Cap-...Doctor! We seem to be detecting a large number of engine signatures just...here." The sensor officer tapped a spot on the screen showing a local sector map. "We have a few primitive-grade engines, plus lots of others. Looks like weve arrived late to the welcome party."
"Indeed." Dr. Siminov glared at the screen, he hated first contacts. They were usualy pointless and didnt result in much of anything aside from a few 'hello's.
"Set course for wherever the hell that is and broadcat the standard message."

Greetings and welcome to the Galaxy!
This is a Dontgonearthere exploration vessel on a mission of peace, and we have just detected your vessel. We would like your existance in this galaxy to be a peaceful one and as a welcome gift we extend to you this one time offer for a line of credit with an excellent introductory interest rate at the GLACORP Bank!
Thank you for your time.

"Thank you. We're sure The emperor, may he live forever, will be intrestred in your line of credit at Glacorp bank, though we may need more of an explanation of it. Why not come down to the planet and explain it in person?"

The 1.5 km ruby teardrop hung in the Void between probabilities. She was upon the Path. Re-entering Samsara was always the tricky part. Normal side-real universes were constantly breaking off...and technically she migh arrive at where without being at the proper When. Flow with it...forward...and wait for it...Now!

POP!

Magpie always did like the return to Illusion. Why are so many tribes in such a primitive system? She listened in on the local subspace, ansible, and radio chatter. Very loud and sloppy these Gaijin were...the bronze egg expanded in surprise. Nipponese? Very archaic Nipponese! A cousin Tribe! Buddha the Peaceful be praised. Now what type of cousins were they?

The AI gopher programs invaded the Local Nets like a plague of lemmings. Fuedal...Emperor...they followed a Westernized corruption of the bushido codes. Yet...they Knew of the Oni Incursions into the Realities of Man! They were very primitive and mistaken on may points, yet they had the Proper Heart. The Captain grinned...they seem to worhip the Kamis...perhaps they needed a good sensible Zen whack to correct their Illusions.

The Fox grinned even wider...yes...these cousins need a proper joke. They seemed to have forgotten much of Holy Terra. He himself as the head of the Enclave, and Master of the Shining Path, would remind the cousins of the Yamabushi Tengu Monks of the Melii!

Cricket 1 opened fire upon a Charon sized Orrt Body with a Full Barrage. One third of the planet was vapourized... Fenris had taken a bite out of the planetoid. That ought to get the Gaijin and Cousin's attention. It sure was pretty.

Gaijins! Seek Refuge in the Dharma! Cousin's of the Path...Are you Weak? Do your need Aid?

OOC: I do plan on responding, really I do, but I'm afraid I must trouble you for an explaination of your post first to fully understand it. from what I read, it looks like you just blew up a third of my planet without provocation.

nonono...Our <name?> drives tend to destabilize planets orbits so doctrine is to pop into the outskirst of systems and use different drives. The Melii usually open fire on an Orrt Body...outer planet in the Extreme edges of your space. It is a guns salute! Perry to Nippon! Classic stuff! The Japanese thought they were being attacked by the black ships of the Yankees!
The barrages are usually used to hide the fact we seed the planetoid with some of our nanites...and to show RESPECT. Besides Charon isn't even as big as the Moon. And this "planet" is as far out as you can get before we are outside your system. You seemed to be in trouble with the DAMN GAIJIN! So like good sensible Melii we decided a show of force might give some pause to the Aggressive Devils.

nonono...Our <name?> drives tend to destabilize planets orbits so doctrine is to pop into the outskirst of systems and use different drives. The Melii usually open fire on an Orrt Body...outer planet in the Extreme edges of your space. It is a guns salute! Perry to Nippon! Classic stuff! The Japanese thought they were being attacked by the black ships of the Yankees!
The barrages are usually used to hide the fact we seed the planetoid with some of our nanites...and to show RESPECT. Besides Charon isn't even as big as the Moon. And this "planet" is as far out as you can get before we are outside your system. You seemed to be in trouble with the DAMN GAIJIN! So like good sensible Melii we decided a show of force might give some pause to the Aggressive Devils.

ooc:
Ahh, yes. the attack by Space Mormans. I believe I understand now. It was a gesture of respect. I think there is much I can learn from you in Eastren ways.

IC:

"At last, someone with ways similar to ours. Yes, our ship is having some trouble with foreigners bent on converting us to their religion. The Four Samurai at this point seem to be in a stalemate with them. Any help you could offer would be sorely appreciated." Came the reply.

"Thank you. We're sure The emperor, may he live forever, will be intrestred in your line of credit at Glacorp bank, though we may need more of an explanation of it. Why not come down to the planet and explain it in person?"
"Sorry about that, this is Dr. Siminov of Dontgonearthere. The message you just heard is hardwired into our comm system, we cant get rid of it. Anyway, we would be happy to come down. A shuttle will be dispatched shortly."

The Fox was furious as he read the Cousins' response and Request for aid. They sought Refuge! At last the Tribes of Man...well the Tribes of the Melii would unite! The Freman of Arrakis that they had met in New Cravan System were too strange, they had lost much of their own Zensunni Paths. These Cousins however sought guidance! They resisted conversion by force. Could they be of the Lost Tribes of the Melii? Many had disappeared with the Sundering.

The Taskforce Raven jumped In System and took defensive postures surrounding the Cousin's ships. Shodon-no-Kame. Ansible apprised the HHS Magpie currently in the New Cravan System of the situation. Taskforce Hope was put on standby for an immediate translation.

Magpie opened the Comm to the Mormons.

Tell us you are of the Faithful yes?
Would the Prophets smile upon your actions?
Are you familiar with the 72nd Al-Jinn Surya?

Magpie joined in the pleasant grin...a Fox's grin.

"Sorry about that, this is Dr. Siminov of Dontgonearthere. The message you just heard is hardwired into our comm system, we cant get rid of it. Anyway, we would be happy to come down. A shuttle will be dispatched shortly."

"He will be pleased to learn of your arrival. Please, at coordinates to follow at the end of this message, land your shuttle there. We will see you safely to Eganjo." came the reply. shortly afterward, came the coordinates of a landing pad.

Magpie flew through the Archives searching for references to the Mormon Tribes...they were a people...persecuted and forced to flee...much like the Melii...hmm They had tried to recreate Zion in the Deserts of America. Another Desert Tribe! So many marginal devils grew in strength after drinking of the stars.

These Space Mormons...They had grown strangely after reaching the stars. The Nine Fox <translated name of the Captain> concurred with her belief that perhaps they had been consumed by the Demons...either thier own Onis or perhaps by an Outsider. The Devils were clearly no longer oppressed refugees.

Magpie scanned the System again...damnit did the silly young Sephion Kitir go everywhere in this Reality? Hmm...what a strange conveyance...it resembled a pulp-fiction rocket ship of the late 19th and early 20th Centuries...and yet it utilized advance systems? Curiouser...Magpie allocated low levels to investigate further this strange ship.

Code Yellow had been enforced. Battle stations manned and the Star-Fighter Wings were deployed. Weapons Systems were not armed but targeting solutions had been cyphered. Six Fireflies had launched a few dozen Quantum Tick Limpet Transpoders/mines at the Enemy. They were designed to burrow into nearly any hull and ought to work on the Space Cultists' vessel. Magpie could then track and/or detonate the mines whenever she chose to.

It was the little rabbit's turn to play...the bronze Egg giggled and shimmered. A good joke was in the making.

ooc:
If I may make a suggestion...you could probably clean up the thread a bit...those quotes eat up a lot of room. Post 53, 55 don't need the quotes.

The mini-van ship made no reply to the Magpie.
The male screeched as his tie was severed. He bent down to pick up both it and his arm and rushed back into the airlock. The female roared in pain and anger as one of her claws was sliced off. She wrapped her tentacle around the Jitsune and tried to bite through his armor.

The mini-van ship made no reply to the Magpie.
The male screeched as his tie was severed. He bent down to pick up both it and his arm and rushed back into the airlock. The female roared in pain and anger as one of her claws was sliced off. She wrapped her tentacle around the Jitsune and tried to bite through his armor.

The mini-van ship made no reply to the Magpie.
The male screeched as his tie was severed. He bent down to pick up both it and his arm and rushed back into the airlock. The female roared in pain and anger as one of her claws was sliced off. She wrapped her tentacle around the Jitsune and tried to bite through his armor.

OOC: Sorry, i use them as a refrence point as to what I'm posting about.

IC:

*Space mormans*

With the one gone, the unoccupied Kitsune closed the airlock. Meanwhile, one samurai went for where he thought the heart might be, and the otherm went to slice the Mantis womans jaws off.

The Fox paced the command bridge. The Space Mormons had not responded. Well now no answer could mean they didn't understand or were being purposefully dense. The Fox debated sending the Space Mormons some copies of their own sacred texts...the newer holy texts of the Christain branches of the Prophet Abraham tended to emphasis peace...well most of the time.

No.

It was unlikely to work. He sighed and authorized a small warning detonation of the Limpet Tick Mines...one quarter strength.<Star Trek Defaint sized qauntum bang> The explosion light up the space around the...MorMiniVan? It should hull the vessel in a nonvital area...if that did not work, Magpie would walk the Mines up the Hull until it reached the Engineering section. With multiple hull breaches and no drive the MorMinVan would have to surrender...or die foolishly brave. The Wings manuevered for maximuim fire concentration on the Weapons systems.

Take the Warning!

Stupid Gaijins.

ooc:Black Lotus...does your Tribe want to emigrate to the Isles of Mara?

Well now no answer could mean they didn't understand or were being purposefully dense. The Fox debated sending the Space Mormons some copies of their own sacred texts...the newer holy texts of the Christain branches of the Prophet Abraham tended to emphasis peace...well most of the time.

No.

It was unlikely to work. He sighed and authorized a small warning detonation of the Limpet Tick Mines...one quarter strength.<Star Trek Defaint sized qauntum bang> The explosion light up the space around the...MorMiniVan? It should hull the vessel in a nonvital area...

ooc:Black Lotus...does your Tribe want to emigrate to the Isles of Mara?
OOC: Isles of Mara?

OOC: Isles of Mara?

Yes the Isles of Mara is Me Li's home region...we are small but share certain characteristics...a lot crazy and xenophobic..but honourable anti-social...mythic/scientific Anarchists...a free COnfederation...we noticed you were still in the Noob region. We don't do much RP inside the region but everyone is an Ally/Limey of the Melii...your Tribe would fit in perfectly. LOL although you or Victoria City will have to get a new flag...both are the same Hong Kong SAR

Notice how I played with the Fonts?

ooc:
Hmm. an intresting offer. however I feel certain actions i will be taking in the future will garner me many enemies. I would not wish to put innocents in danger because of me. If i sit in the starter region, I am one with the others, and blend in, endangering no one.

soon, i shall make an announcement. If you still wish me there afterwards, then i will go, so long as you and the others reckognise the potential danger.

Enemies strengthen you.
Allies weaken.
I tell you this in the hope
that it will help you understand
why I act as I do in the full knowledge
that great forces accumulate in my Empire
with but one wish -- the wish to destroy me.

You who read these words may know full well what actually happened, but I doubt that you understand it.

The Stolen Journals
God Emperor of Dune


Ah...yes I see...perhaps I was not clear...we have a very strong Defense Force. Any idiot can choose to attack the Isles...we can either drop a bunch of Space Junk and kill everyone, ignore the idiots, counter-attack the gaijin, or my favorite Fade into the Mists of Cyberspace. How many people come back from the Fae mounds of Ireland? :rolleyes:

Besides, If you are silly enough to bait and attack a Bear...you ought to pay for a good lesson. If you are not TOO UNLUCKY you will just lose an arm or a face. If it looks desperate We of the Isles WILL come to your aid. And make fun of you for a few decades...NS weeks. Make your bed and sleep in it. Keep your nose clean or just make a satelitte state...Itchia is our British East India Company. It is currently the economic as we of Me li are the religious powerhouse of the region.

check your tags, but by any honor that might be in your soul, I ask you to keep its contents to yourself.

When I am weaker than you,
I ask you for freedom
because that is according to your principles;

when I am stronger than you,
I take away your freedom
because that is according to my principles.

Louis Veuillot


As long as you have Heart and Honour we will welcome you. We Swear by the Ancestors...although I must admit you chose a strange mishmash. So you have fallen for the fallacy of the Western Hindi gurus of atman...soul is an emergent property...an illusion. As is conciousness...There is only Buddha Nature.

ooc: lol Don't bother posting...I should have probably telegramed ya but I wanted to show off. :D Read the psychology journals and theories of mind...it comes damn close to the metaphysical. We advance culturally and technologically in unweildy spirals. What was once facts are now shrouded in myths and what will be myth is now fact...so why not mix everything up?

OOC: Little do they know that the Space Mormons have nothing to do with any order of Christianity and very little to do with Mormonism. An advanced robot simply found some historical files about ancient earth and found the Mormon method of recruitment very interesting. Since then, it has been called Joseph Smithbot.

IC: The female's jaw was damaged by the attack, but it unfortunately put the samurai within biting range. She attempted to chomp down on his while protecting herself from the other with her tantacle and trying to inject him with her toxin. Oddly enough, throughout all this, she did not bleed. The inside of her body simply seemed to be a semi-solid gray substance

ooc:
Crazy Robot Missionaries!:eek: Excellent!:D
S. Mormon--What about my mines? post 64 and 59

All four Samurai went for the tenticle, determined to sever it or die trying.

OOC: Sorry! I missed that post.

IC: The explosion rocked the ship and damaged it, but not incapacitatingly. It immediately put up a blue force field around itself.

The femalke's tantacle was hacked off successfully. She immediately picked it up and retreated to a corner of the ship while she reattached it, swiping her free claw at anyone who came close.
An enormous thump resounded through the ship as something pounded on the closed airlock with extreme force.

ooc: So the 12...well 11 ticks are buried in your hull? post 59 and your response

Hmm...forefield of unknown strength. The Enemy just royally messed up. The Ancient spar torpedo was a rather small explosive, yet it worked. What it really relies on is water's incompression. This demands that the force of water concentrates the explosion against the hull... AND now the feild would likly do the same with the Buried Ticks. Bigger Booms. The Antimatter limpet mines would likely vapourize the ship.

Open Comm:

Gaijin Mormons you have just been warned to cease your attacks against a Tribe of Mara. Your sheild will not protect you. We can blow you to the Infinite Hells. Obey or Fight!

the sephrion warships a.i thought a battle maybe we should intervine
the war ship moved from its docking point and engaged weapons and shields coms to space mormans vessel surrender or be destroyed you are out nuumbered
coms to meli vesel we will aid you they will run from us or be destroyed by our combined forces

Elakar’s ship wasn’t exactly military standard, on the other hand, he was quite fond of his privacy (and indeed, not simply being teleported out of it) and so it had many devices. Firstly, and most mundanely, a silvered hull that concealed the exact nature of its materials design from more casual EM sensors, then a unit designed to fluctuate its exact mass now and then to make discerning its origin difficult. Other sensor baffles built into the hull, and active jamming systems that automatically came on in the event of an active scan joined them.

Elakar, watching the display of machismo underway in the Oort cloud, only thought to himself, ‘How gauche’ at the casual unloading of hundreds of petatons of energy into an inoffensive ice body. It was the space age equivalent of vandalism – hacking down a tree for the spite of it.

And then they set off a large explosive outside his craft, an action which was… annoying. Yes, annoying was an appropriate term. With minor annoyance he reached over and held a button on the communications panel. “Do you mind?” he asked, “Haven’t you ever heard of directed energy weapons? They make doing that sort of thing less dangerous to innocent bystanders. Let’s not be setting off high explosives near non-enemies, like, say the people that tacky ‘van’ thing is docked with?” As he lifted his finger from the button, the recorded annoyance was translated to text format, then translated to a more appropriate language and signal format, before finally shooting it off to the Magpie. Throwing a pin-switch to activate the ship’s vocal-command he sighed and went off downstairs to B deck to get changed into something more… appropriate.

The four samurai talked to the scientists piloting the ship. They spoke in Japanese.

They opened a frequency to the surrounding ships.

"Visitors from beyond, we apologise for any harm our next actions are going to do to you, however this threat cannot be allowed to reach the Emperor. Their energy must extend around us too to remain docked. nothing else makes any sense. Please, visit the emperor, and inform him in detail of what happened. Goodbye."

Then, explosives hidden throughout the ship were armed. The Lotus shuttle ship was moved closer to the mormon ship, until they were practicly touching. Then the Lotus ship self-destructed with enough power to blow a rather large hole in almost anything.

fools the a.i thought but noble fools
the kitir said empereor you should have let us and the meli vesels deal with it

Meanwhile on the planet below...

Minister Kiku lead both parties through Eganjo, and stopped before a grand pair of double doors. The Yin Yang symbol was painted on the door. But it wasn't just a circle. In the Black half, the All consumming Oni of Chaos stood facing O-Kagashi the great serpant of all things, the greatest of the Kami in the white half. One of Chaos's white eyes faced one of O-kagashi's great black heads. Kiku grasped each creature, and pulled the great doors open.

A legion of loyal samurai and archers stood before the Emperor.

"Stand aside, let them enter." Emperor Magesha said from his throne, concealed behind thick black curtains.

Everyone immediatly filed to the sides.

The command bridge was silent. Kage warriors. They had protected their Tribe. At the cost of their crew and the hostages. A bold action! Yet, they were more impetious than even the young mistaken Kitir Sephion. Two of the mines detonated in sympathetic response to the Kamikazee attack.

Magpie noted that the strange silver "Flash Gordon Rocket Ship" sustained very little damage. Curious it was transmitting.

“Do you mind?” he asked, “Haven’t you ever heard of directed energy weapons? They make doing that sort of thing less dangerous to innocent bystanders. Let’s not be setting off high explosives near non-enemies, like, say the people that tacky ‘van’ thing is docked with?”

She rechecked the feeds...yes it was clearly a tight beam to the Cricket 2. The Fox, was upon the Path and seeking the center...she nudged his concious...Captain take a look at this. The MorMiniVan was no longer really of his concern. The Sephs were keeping an eyeon them. Strange...they were growing up.

He refocused on the rocket-ship. The Cricket activated all of her sensor systems: temporal, quantum, high-low untra sub radiation spectrum, gavometric, subspace, hyperspace, tachyon, etc...every thing they had they turned on active and passive scans of the shiny silver ship. How did they manage that? One of the Ticks was rather close and yet the damage was rather light...curios.

He composed himself and sent a transmission of the same freq that Roger had sent.

"Gaijin Captain, we apologize for the inncovenience. We considered directed energy weapons but felt that they may bleed and damage nearby neutrals. Our Tick limpets were designed meant to minmize damage as we could control the placement and payload to the Van's hull directly.
Needless to say we had not expected for the Lotii to react in such a gloriously heroic way. Again apolpogies. Your ship is not damaged?"

at the same time Magpie commed the Seph AI...
Thanks...hey what's your name? I'm Cricket 2.

and to the Lotii...
They join the Ancestors! Brave KamiKazees. Yet perhaps you are acting Hasty?

From the main comunications tower on the planet...

"It was not our decsion. This action surprised us as much as it has you. Had they contacted us about it, we would have told them to hold off. We may not be able to tell much, but we saw someone use a really good weapon. As you say, they go to join the honored ancestors. Please, come on down and join us. I believe the Sephiroth delegation and the Bakhera delegation are already in audience with his majesty."

The Fox was relieved to know that the Cousins were not fanatics...it spoke well of their potential. He released control the the Bridge Officer and to Magpie. She could technically run the entire Survey Group without another Human...but that was for emergencies only. Besides...Magpie Cricket 2 was a young Magpie. She couldn't be left to run the ship for another year or two.

We are heartened to hear this. Very well after this evening's meditation we will send down a delegation...or rather I shall come down. Transmit the Co-Ordinates. Should we arrive bt shutttle? Or are you adverse to a translation?<our catchall word for teleport and other FTL tech jumping/slipstream/POPing> We shall gift your Daiymo with some chrysanthemum spirits, and bolts of spider silk. This is acceptable?

OOC:
Ctan...Well the Melii are a bit hmmm...focused?:rolleyes: Your name...Now why does that sound familiar?
Found it...so where are the Necron Hordes?

The Fox was relieved to know that the Cousins were not fanatics...it spoke well of their potential. He released control the the Bridge Officer and to Magpie. She could technically run the entire Survey Group without another Human...but that was for emergencies only. Besides...Magpie Cricket 2 was a young Magpie. She couldn't be left to run the ship for another year or two.

We are heartened to hear this. Very well after this evening's meditation we will send down a delegation...or rather I shall come down. Transmit the Co-Ordinates. Should we arrive bt shutttle? Or are you adverse to a translation?<our catchall word for teleport and other FTL tech jumping/slipstream/POPing> We shall gift your Daiymo with some chrysanthemum spirits, and bolts of spider silk. This is acceptable?

OOC:
Ctan...Well the Melii are a bit hmmm...focused?:rolleyes: Your name...Now why does that sound familiar?
Found it...so where are the Necron Hordes?

"Translation? instant jumps from one place to another? like a Kanji Bloodmage? Well, whatever method you decide, come to the following coordinates." came the reply. followed by coordinates.

coms they call me yojimbo the sword of vengance enemies of thje mpire be ware

coms they call me yojimbo the sword of vengance enemies of thje mpire be ware
OOC: Sephy old boy, i'm still waiting for you to great the emperor. Your Kitir lord is standing in his presence.

hail empeeor i am the grand high kitir lord and emeeor of sephrioth darth sephrioth

"Translation? instant jumps from one place to another? like a Kanji Bloodmage? Well, whatever method you decide, come to the following coordinates." came the reply. followed by coordinates.

Silver Fox blanked the comm for a few second...surely they jest? There were no more blood-mages. They had been consumed in the Sundering. Magpie too was worried...there were stories of these almost demonic shaman leaders. Blood magickas?...that was ancient knowledge. How was it that the Primitive Cousins retained this knowledge while losing the rest. Namely why did they lose the material sciences. This was troubling his gut. The cousins are not what they seem.

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The Silver Fox and the Embassy Marine Escorts translated down to the preset location.

"Hail, Kitir Lord, and welcome. come, tell me of your travels." The emperor said.

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What awaited Silver Fox, was a Kanji Blood mage. Many sumbols could be seen in his skin. They were all black, and based upon the Cold, and the darkness, for he served the Myojin of Nights Eternal Reach.

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"Well, then tell me of your nation. What are its accomplishments, its strengths?" Magesha asked.

Silver Fox and the Escorts hid their concerns...a Planeswalker mage...so the Cousins had not lost everything. They knew of the other Realms. They must have been either almost consumed by a Demonic Incursion before breaking free or they were still of the Daemons and were looking to break free. Either case meant a Bad News. He had Magpie alert the Survey and the Hunting Group of his concerns...they concurred.

He would have to tread carefully. If he remembered correctly from the tutors and if the tradition was still true and ad not become corrupted...then this gentleman was a Master Mage...a very good mage...perhaps even as good as himself. He was doubtful but the Blood schools had been destroyed in the Sundering. They may have different abilities than a Normal Melii Dancer of the Path.

He bowed to the Magister and the Captian of the Guards presented his Credentials.

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"And, what are your more, peaceful accomplishments?" Magesha asked.

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The Kanji Blood mage bowed. A small Kanji behing his ear tingled. This man did not trust him.

"Welcome sirs, to our world. In the name of the emperor, may he live forever, and my patron, the powerful Kami known as The Myojin of night's Eternal Reach, I greet you in peace. Emperor Magesha is anxious to meet with you, and since our ways are similar, he has decided to extend the honor, of a private audience." The Kanji said. He started to go, but then stopped.

"Ahh yes, I am prince Regeshi, 20th son of the Emperor, and 36th in line for succesion. it is a pleasure to make your aquaintence." Rageshi said.

"Follow me." He said in a bored kind of tone as he went towards the massive building in the distance, that was actually Eganjo.

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