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C.S.S. Kahne NCC-2409, Constellation-class
Outside of Terren space...

"Captain, course for system J-653 is set," reported the helm officer.
"Good," said the captain. "As soon as engineering completes repairs to the main shilds, we can get back to our mission."

Dak, commander in the Klingon Imperial Navy, was in a bad mood. His ship had seen no combat, and moral was dropping fast.
Bridge to commander.
"Dak."
Sir, we have detected a Terren vessel. It is at the edge of the system.
"Set course to intercept! And ready weapons!"
It looked like Dak's day would turn out good after all...

(ooc: my fleet can be seen here. ) http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=472016&highlight=Database


C.S.S. Kahne NCC-2409, Constellation-class
Outside of Terren space...


"Captain! Sensors have detected a Klingon cruiser on intercept course!" shouted a lieutenant.
"Damn," muttered the captain. "Just what we need. Red Alert! Engineering, we need those shields, pronto."
"I'll do my best sir. We need 15 minutes, minimum."
"You've got 5, bridge out." Then he turned to the comm officer. "Send a distress call back to Command. We need reinforcements."

Dak entered the bridge. "Report!"
"Closing on the Terren, all weapons ready!" said a warrior.
"Target his engine. Fire!" yelled Dak.

Twin, blood-red disruptor beams lanced out toward the Terren ship.

C.S.S. Kahne NCC-2409, Constellation-class
Outside of Terren space...
Both beams hit the Kahne's upper-port nacelle. It ruptured in a massive plasma fire, sending the ship into a uncontrolled spin...


"Report!" shouted the captain.
"Main power's offline!" replied the opperations officer.
"Helm is not responding!" shouted the helm officer.
"Engineering, where are my shields?" shouted the captain.
Sorry sir! We lost the main shild generator circuts! I'm trying to get main power online!"
"Keep the phasers hot! Bridge out." the captain looked to his weapons officer. "Target that bastard and fire wt will!"

A pair of orange phaser beams reached out from the Kahne toward the Klingon ship...

The phasers hit Dak's shields, but did little damage. "Ha!" laughed Dak. "These are the creatures feared by the High Council? Fire torpedoes!"

Three orange fireballs jumped from the battlecruiser's nose and chased the damaged Terren Ship.

At one of the systems hyper-spacial corridors, a dodecahedronal ship appeared, without fanfare.
"Lord, we have detected multiple thresh vessels engaged in combat. They are too numerous to face alone, so I suggest we either remain indiscreet or take a side."
"Either way, we must first sieze any thresh supporting planets. Quantum tunnel to the nearest."
"Your wish."
the ship vanished and re-appeared a momant later, in orbit of a M-class planet.

tag post to come

A small ship drifted peacefully by the battlefield. It was rather odd in appearence, resembling an ancient earth vehicle known as a mini-van, but roughly three times the size and with rocket boosters instead of wheels. It was gray in color with darkened windows. It hailed the Terren ship.

C.S.S. Kahne NCC-2409, Constellation-class
Outside of Terren space...

"Captain! Incoming Torpedoes!"
"Brace for inpact!" yelled the captain.

The first torpedo impacted just aft of the bridge, blowing a hole right through the ship. The second struck the lower-port nacelle, completly destroying it. The third missed completly.

"Report!" ordered the captain.
"All systems ofline!" replied a lieutenant.
"Send a distress signal!"
"Communication's ofline!" reported the comm officer.
"Engineering to bridge! We're losing anti-matter containment! Four minutes to a warp-core breach!"
"That's it," said the captain. "All hands, abandon ship! Computer: Attivate auto-destruct sequence! Authorization, 0-0-0-alpha-0!"

The crew began running to the escape pods. As the pods started to blow away from the ship, the anti-matter tanks lost their magnetic containment fields. The ship exploded in a massive blast, consuming all but 7 escape pods.

Dak dropped into his command chair. "Ha!" he proclaimed. "These Terren dogs are easily destroyed! Open a case of bloodwine! Lets us sing the songs of victory!"

The Mini-van ship quickly retreated to avoid the explosion. It hovered indecisively for a moment before hailing the Klingon ship.

"Commander! We are being contacted!" said a warrior. "Open channel!" ordered. Dak.

This is Commander Dak of the Klingon Empire. Identify yourselves or be destroyed!

ooc: Open, you say? Mind if I join then?

Ic: Yes, he only commanded a frigate-classed vessel, and yes, they were on a mission of peaceful exploration, but it was a war ship and a warier crew. Signs of battle drew their attention and soon their presence.

A bright flash of blue-hued light brought them back into substantial existence and announced their presence.

"Tactical?"
"Two ships in the area, a shuttle and a light combat ship. Both of different origins. The remains of a third vessel of yet another design are freshly made. Sir, there's a fourth, off a ways and not very active, it's got a basic geometric hull. Abilities unknown. We appear to be as good a match or better to all vessels."
"Raise STE shields, hold off on the MPS, and hail all."

This is the KNS KievBa to all nearby vessels. We were nearby on a mission of peaceful exploration when your battle drew us. Care to inform us of your identity and the cause for this battle?

A face appeared on-screen. It was apparently a human male with curly blond hair and a maniacally happy expression. His smile seemed to be permanently fixed to his face, although his eyes were extremely expressionless. "Gee," he said in a slightly squeaky voice "This sure is swell! We're from the central chruch of Space Mormonism on the planet Yutah. It'd just be superific if we could come aboard and talk with you!"

"More enemies for the Empire!" proclaimed Dak. "Call in our Fleet, then open channel to our new 'friends'."

KievBa, I am Dak, son of Kr'tek, Commander of the Klingon Empire. I have destroyed a Terren garbage scow attempting to stage a sneak attack against my Empire. Interfere with us, and we will open fire!

C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801
Responding to the Kahne's request for assistance.

Rear-Admiral Togo leaned forward in his chair. "Report," he ordered.
"We are almost at the Kahne's position," replied the 1st officer. "Dropping out of warp now."

The five-ship task force slowed to sublight and entered the system. The force included the Yamato, two Miranda-class cruisers, and two Centaur-class destroyers.

"Sir! I'm detecting debris! It's the Kahne!" shouted the sensor officer.
"Damn! We're too late," said Togo. "Where is the Klingon?"
"1400 kilimeters to starboard!" reported the the lieutenant.
"Go to Red Alert!" ordered Togo.
"Sir! There are three other ships in the system," reported the sensor officer.
"Are they with the Klingons?" asked Togo.
"Negitive."
"Very well. We shall deal with the Klingons first."

Klingon vessel. This is Rear-Admiral Togo of the United Confederation of Terren Planets. You are ordered to surrender your vessel at once.

Dak jumped out of his chair. "More Terren dogs for the slaughter!" he yelled. "Set new course for pattern k'pah! Fire torpedoes!"

The battlecruiser fired three torpedoes at the Terren formation, then turned around and ran at full impulse.

C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801
Responding to the Kahne's request for assistance.

The torpedoes impacted against the Yamato's shields. The hull strained under the stress, causing some minor systems to go out.

"Report," said Togo.
"Minor damage to the forward hull," reported the engineering officer. "Main power is stable."
"Sir! He's running!" said the 1st officer.
"Klingon's do not run from battle," said Togo. "All ships: pursue the enemy ship. Lock phasers on his warp nacelle's and prepare to fire."

The Terren task force chased after the Klingon ship...

"Yes, just a little further," muttered Dak as he watched the tactical monitor. He then looked up and shouted, "Now!"

Four more Klingon battlecruisers decloaked and assumed an attack formation around Dak's ship.

The Upper Weston Instellar Navy cruiser Dauntless dropped back into normal space after it's FTL jump.

In CIC Commander Blake Preston looked at the TacViewer.

"Report," he barked.

Lt. Wu, the OFI (Office of Fleet Intelligence) officer onboard, began his report. "It appears as though there is a battle going on in the system. Looks like wreckage of one vessel, recently destroyed. We're alo trackng a five ship task force engaging one, no five vessels of another type. We also have two apparently neutral ship monioring the battle"

Preston picked up the mic for the ship's comm array. "This is Commander Preston of the Upper Weston Naval vessel Dauntless, can we be of any assistance?"

C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801
Responding to the Kahne's request for assistance.

"Admiral! Four more Klingon ships have decloaked directly ahead!"
"Reverse course!" ordered Togo. "Prepare a full spread of torpedoes."
"Sir, another ships has entered the system," reported a lieutenant. "They are asking if we need assistance."
"Tell them to stand by," replied Togo. "Do I have a topedo lock?"
"Yes sir!" answered the tactical officer.
"Fire torpedoes!" ordered Togo. "All ships: break formation and engage targets at will."

The Yamato fired six torpedoes at the lead Klingon ship, while the other four Terren ships broke their formation and began to attack the remaining Klingon cruisers.

The Terren's torpedoes all impacted on Dak's ship, causing massive damage. "Fire weapons!" ordered Dak. "I cannot!" shouted the weapons officer. "Weapons systems have lost power!" Dak pulled out his disruptor pistol and fired upon the weapons officer. He disentigrated in a blast of orange light. "Targ!" shouted Dak. "Someone fire on that Terren animal!" Then an explosion shook the bridge, causing all of the crew to fall to the deck. "Main power is gone!" shouter a warrior. Dak stood up as a torpedo came straight at the bridge. "TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE!" he screamed as it impacted and blew the bridge apart...

The other Klingon battlecruisers began to fight the Terren ships. One fired multiple disruptors at a destroyer, while two more gained up on a cruiser.

The Mini-van ship began to draw closer to one of the centaur-class ships at a leisurely pace, coming in from the side so as not to get caught in the cross-fire. When it was about six hundred meters away, it immediately engaged a shield-like field and switching to a speed roughly equivalent to warp 4, ramming into the centaur ship with its force field still activated.

The Centaur-class destroyer was struck in it's starboard nacelle. The nacelle ruptured and exploded with enough force to send the ship spinning. Only the quick response of the ship's chief engineer saved it from complete destruction, as he managed to eject the warp core and anti-matter pods before they breached. The ship spun powerless and defenseless...

The other destroyer was evading a Klingon vessel, while one cruiser attacked the Klingon ships that gained up on the first cruiser.

After destroying Dak's ship, the Yamato engaged the fourth Klingon ship by firing a full spread of six torpedoes...

The Mini-van ship hailed the destroyer it had just disabled. What appeared on screen was the face of a human woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, a manic smile on her face and strangely vacant eyes.
"Really sorry," she said "but we figured the Klignons would make better allies. Nothing personal."

"Still no response from either side sir," the comm officer reported.

"Helm, move us closer."

"Helm, aye Captain."

The Dauntless' massive fusion drives fired and the boxy bulk of the Dauntless began accelerating towards the fray.

Shaw took the mic and keyed for the intercom, "All hands to General Quarters."

With that the ship moved to combat station. The ships particle cannons powered up, the point defences activated, the Hellhound missle cells spun up, and the ships defensive energy field went to combat power. The Dauntless was ready for battle if it came to that.

OOC: Some info on the Dauntless

Length: 1,205 m
Width: 301 m
Height: 297 m

Propulsion:
4 Fusion drives, max acceleration 100 km/sec
FTL: Quincey-Shaw Drive, max jump range-120 light years

Weapons:
20 Hellhound missle cells-25 missles per, each with 25 megaon fusion warhead
4 twin 300mm railgun turrents
16 medium particle cannons
36 point defense particle lasers

Defenses:
150mm Titanium hull
25mm TALON armor
Defensive energy field, stops most energy weapons and small kinetic energy impacts

The Mini-van ship hailed the destroyer it had just disabled. What appeared on screen was the face of a human woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, a manic smile on her face and strangely vacant eyes.
"Really sorry," she said "but we figured the Klignons would make better allies. Nothing personal."

OOC: How did your ship survive the impact?

Of the six torpedoes, two struct the command pod, destroying the bridge and control systems. One hit the 'neck'and seperated the command section from the rest of the ship. The final three impacted on the engineering hull, blowing holes right through the ship. One hit the engine room and ignited the anti-matter, blowing the ship appart in a spectacular blast.

Of the two battlecruisers attacking the Terren cruiser, one was taking massive damage from the second Terren cruiser. It lost its engine power and started to drift out of the battle zone...

The fouth battlecruiser continued to chase the Terren destroyer. It fired its main disruptors, as the destroyer led it back toward the Terren battleship...

"Admiral! One of the unknown ships just rammed our destroyer!"
Togo stood up from his chair. "What is their status?" he asked.
"One nacelle has ruptured, and main power is offline," reported a lieutenant. "Sir, they're defensless!"
"Admiral! The second unknown ship is moving closer," reported the tactical officer. "They are powering weapons, but holding off."
"Just being careful," said Togo. Target the Klingon off to starboard! When the Pride brings it around, fire all phasers!"

OOC: How did your ship survive the impact?
OOC: Because our ship didn't touch theirs, it was the shield/ramming device, which isn't actually centered on the ship, so the ship can move around within it. When it hit, the force field crunched to a halt, but inertia still acted on the ship, which had time to come to a much more gentle halt.

The Dauntless continued to accelerate towards the fray.

Preston picked up the mic again, "This is the Dauntless calling all combatants. We offer our services as mediators in this dispute. Do you agree?"

As the Klingon battlecruiser followed the Terren destroyer past the Yamato, the battleship fired its phasers at the battlecruiser, striking the port wing. The battlecruiser spun around and attempted to fire upon the Yamato, forgeting the destroyer.

The other battlecruisers continued to pound the Terren cruiser, while taking heavy damage from the other Terren cruiser.

The destroyer came about and fired both its phasers and torpedoes at the Klingon's now exposed stern.

Meanwhile, the heavily damaged Miranda-class cruiser lost control of its fusion reactors and suffered an explosion at the stern of the ship. This ignited the antimatter, destroying the vessel.

First the phasers struck and over-loaded the battlecruiser's shields. Then the torpedoes struck, and one just happened to impact the ship's aft magazine, setting off the torpedoes stored there. The explosion destroyed the main impulse drive and plasma canduits, leaving the battlecruiser drifting powerless in space...

Of the remaining ships, one had already taken heavy damage and was caught in the Terren cruisers explosion, which then consumed the ship. The last battlecruiser broke off the engagement and jumped to warp speed, on course back to the Klingon homeworld, defeated and dishonored...

The Posleen ship closed in on an easy looking target. It reminded the captain vaguely of something he'd seen back on earth, but it was probably nothing.
Without warning, the campervan was fired on by a terra-watt laser, while twelve fighters were deployed to aid the attack.

Even though the shield was still up, the ship was rocked within its shell. With the defeat of the Kingon ship, its inhabitants must have realized they had no chance and zoomed off in the direction that last battlecruiser had gone.

C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801

"Sir, the remaining Klingon has fled," reported the tactical officer.
"Very well," said Togo. "Stand down from Red Alert. Prepare a damage report. Contact our remianing ships and send out repair crews as nessesary."
"Sir, what about the unknown ships?" asked the 1st officer.
"Open a channel to the vessel that contacted us during the battle." ordered Togo.

This is Rear-Admiral Togo, of the United Confederation of Terren Planets. To the ship known as the Dauntless. I apoligize for not responding sooner, but now the threat is over. I would like to accept your offer of assistance. Please respond.

Preston keyed the mic, "Yamato what type of assistance do you require?"

Can you help us stabilize our crippled destroyer? The Yamato can take in under tow, but I want to board the damaged Klingon cruiser.

The Space Mormon ship was able to track the Klingon battle cruiser and put on a great burst of speed to catch up to it. Once in range, it hailed it.

This is Commander Pagh of the Klingon Empire. What do you want?

The Dauntless launched 2 Pelican shuttles loaded with repair teams to the crippled ship.

"It sure did suck how they snuck up on us like that. But before the battle, we were talking with a splendacious fella called Dak, who thought the idea of an alliance was just peachy. We were wondering if we could do somenegotiating when we get back to wherever you're going. It'ds be swell if we could help you defeat those Terren scallywags. Whaddaya say?"

C.S.S. Thunder NCC-2304 Centaur-class
Drifting powerless after the battle...

"Captain! Message from Admiral Togo!"
"Well?" asked the captain.
"One of the unknown ships is sending two shuttles to assist us," replied the ensign.
"Open the shuttlebay door," ordered the captain. "And get the main lights back on!"


C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801

"Prepare boarding parties," ordered Togo. "And hail the Klingon. Prepare to be boarded."

Dak was a stupid animal who somehow managed to die with honor! As for negotiation, we are returning to the Homeworld. The High Council will have to decide if you are worthy of an alliance with the Empire. But do not worry, I will tell them of your daring attack against the Terren ship. It was a battle worthy of song. Continue to follow us back to the Homeworld, and i will contact the High Council for you.



(ooc: since it's 3am, Terren Planets and I [we're roomates] are going to bed. we'll pick up on this tomorrow. later!)

OOC: G'night,

The Posleen ship began a stealthy persuit of the Mormon ship using tactical quantum tunneling

The first Pelican (think the Pelicans in Halo) landed first. The carpo pod dors opened and the team disembarked: 6 Upper Weston Interstellar Marine Corps troopers, 4 engineers, 2 medics, and a young deck officer who commanded the team. The second Pelican was carrying supplies 4 engineers, one of who was a OFI operative in disguise, docked next.

The young Upper Weston Lt. turned and saluted the man who appeared to be the highest ranking.

"I'm Lt. John Polk of the Upper Weston Instellar Navy. What do you need us to do?"

((no wonder three pages appeared over night...))

"Sir, update on that tactical..."
"-was expecting one-"
"Their vessels seem to be equipped with only a few weapons, despite their size, beams and torpedoes. They also seem to be inflicting heavy damage upon each other, but tactical shows they're not high-grade. We'd be more than a match for one of them, but together it isn't safe. Their engines also seem to be very vulnerable,"
"Ours are exposed too,"
"But theirs are the source of massive compound failure. Their ships aren't built rough and tumble like ours. I imagine that'll change pretty quick once they get out into the rest of the galaxy."
"Hail them, they sound like they need allies."

This is the K.N.S. Kievba, of Kazecistan, Covenant member of the new Alliance of Worlds. Your actions here seem to be valiant ones, honorable ones. We're willing to render aid, should you request it, and hope for diplomatic talks. Please respond.

C.S.S. Thunder NCC-2304 Centaur-class
Drifting powerless after the battle...

"Welcome aboard the Thunder," said Lieutenant Samson. "If you could follow me, I'll take you to the chief engineer." Samson then led the group to an access ladderway. "Sorry, but the turbolifts are offline."



C.S.S. Yamato NCC-1801

"Sir, the unknown ship is hailing us again," reported the lieutenant at communications.
"Very well," said Togo. "Open a channel."

K.N.S. Kievba, this is Rear-Admiral Togo, of the United Confederation of Terren Planets. Thank you for your offer of aid, however, we have the situation under control. If you can wait until we get our damaged destroyer under control, I would welcome the chance to guide you back to Terra for diplomatic talks.

Lt. Giles, the engineer/OFI operative, took in this strange vessel known as the Thunder, his superiors would expect a detailed report later.

Aboard the Dauntless, Preston watched as another ship entered the system and hailed te Yamato. "This is getting interesting," he thought to himself.

((I've been in-system, but whatever))

Ic: "Doesn't look like they have it under control..."
"Ensign," began the commander in a warning tone.
"Yes, sir."

Interesting, really, that they could have a conversation on the bridge. It was a small feat of engineering, that sounds could stop dead in only a short distance in the massive bridge. Twenty decks suspended in one giant room, over a hundred meters across. Row after row of work stations made up concentric rings around the holographic pillar in the middle which displayed bits of information from the whole ship.

"Bring shields offline, basic alert status. Cut third and fourth tier generators and halve output in first and second. We're here in peace. That said, I want discreet scanning of the other vessels. Nothing to invasive. Send out a few drones to the opposite sides of them for a complete picture."

And with his words the bay door slid open, retracting into the ship like a huge garage door. Sensor drones, a dozen of them, zipped out and wide around the Terren fleet, coming to a slow halt and relaying low level sensors data back to the frigate.

"Tactical update sir. The Terren fleet has few weapons, but their power, both available and residual, is beyond our expectations. They're built for a different kind of combat. Their fire rate is also shown to be high and their arcs wide. They're a better match that we estimated originally. We still seem to outmatch them in maneuvering and small craft capabilities. They use warp technology, set FTL speeds but dime FTL maneuvering."

"Formally advise Command of our situation, unabridged records from the last few hours and an all-clear signal. Contact out new friends again."

We don't intend to intrude, we're just curious. We were sent on a mission of exploration and knowledge expansion, you and your culture are of great interest to Kazecistan.

Through a stroke of luck, one of the Kazecistan sensor probes picked up a small spike of energy near it. This sensor "ghost" had a distinct profile, that of the technology powering the cloaking device of a frigate sized Draconic Order vessel. It seems that Draconic Order was prodding its nose into the other cultures' business again. Although, they didn't seem to acknowledge their cover being compromised, only a few planet-nations had the technology and the experience dealing with the Draconic Order, to notice them.

"DO ship detected, frigate sized, just off one of the drones, cloaked- obviously."
The commander saw a chance at an impressive display and a little humiliation, immediately taking action. "Main port Zat, single burst!" The purple streak of energy leapt from the Kazeci vessel with lightning speed. Their reduced power at that moment forced the lights to flicker, but most of the charge was derived from the batteries. The Zat didn't have the power to do any harm to the DO ship, but that wasn't its intent. They simply sought to reveal its presence. The DO crew would know this; it wouldn't be taken as an act of war.

A message was broadcast for all to hear in a jolly voice:
Draconic Order vessel: there's no need to hide, it's not fooling anyone. Be civilized and speak with us. You know we have a non-aggression pact and that Kazecistan seeks alliance. You have no reason to fear. Besides, I'm sure the Terrens would love to meet you. And you wouldn't want High Command to think of you as a bunch of lurking stalkers, would you? Your people were never big on the truth....

The bleached hull of the DO frigate materialized off the port side of the C.S.S. Thunder, less then a kilometer away. It registered to the Kazecistan as an Usk Class frigate, its markings signaled it to be from House Kharaan.

< The Kazeci should learn when to be silent. >

The transmission began, now picked up by everyone in the system.

< One should always first study the potential, before appearing to them. >

(Draconic Order info (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8381392#post8381392))

OOC: I'm going out of town so it may be a couple days before I post again.

They carried out a conversation on open bands for all to hear.
Oh? And become lurking stalkers? We have no reason to fear, especially not you. No, we're built on an open interaction policy, one of honesty. Don't be bitter that you lost that which you started. Come now, join us for positive relations with the Terrens; it could bring us closer together and you further from your antisocial tendencies.
Their engines let out a few directed bursts, causing them to glide over to the same side of the Terrens as DO, where they proceeded to get into what would be a socially awkward distance between two people. Coming to a gentle halt, they continued. The Kazecis were having fun.
Just like now, we aren't even close to battle readiness, but we're right next to you. Sure you could kill us, but you won't. You're not stupid, and no one jumps to war on first contact without provocation. It would seem you lack this understanding. Such a fearful people. Remember, one goes out into the galaxy to make friends, not enemies.

The DO ship did nothing but continue the conversation.

< The shadows show us many secrets that the light would blind. Fear does not cloak us, conflict does not inflict its haze through us. One goes out into the galaxy because the galaxy is there, not solely for interaction. This lack of understanding that the Kazeci welcome, will be their undoing in their end times. >

Interaction is forced when one leaves privacy. By leaving your dock and coming here you are forced to interact, yet you try to avoid it. Certainly a goal of such efforts is expansion and that takes no interaction, but there are others in your way. In observing a battle you learn very little, in talking to its participants you learn much. Is some of it a lie? Yes, and most is twisted, but it is information and when combined can bring one much closer to the truth. It is a basic principal that when beings work together for a common goal they go much further than individuals. It took more than one person to build your ship, to feed you and your crew, to repair your vessel, to transport goods, to design your technology, etc. It takes societies working together, individuals being social. Kazecistan understands this and seeks to broaden our collective community. The more people we have working together, the better off we'll be. Progress, then, is defined by social activity. Sitting and idly watching the universe pass gets you nowhere. Xenophobia gets one nowhere.

So we come back to the question of why would anyone wish to avoid contact, if it comes with such great potential? Fear, is it? What other motive have you? You fear getting burned again so you hide? Or has House Kharaan become a pirate cartel? Pirates sneak because they are afraid. Fear is the only possible motive. One certainly gathers less knowledge hiding in these situations.

Summarizing basic Kazeci psychological social philosophy was entertaining, if only because it made them feel better than the DO who 'didn't understand.' The inboard diplomat, Danielle, also saw it as an opportunity to prove that they were 'good people' to the Terrens. If they flaunted their good intent, there would be more ease in future diplomacy. A good show all around.

They turned from the DO ship and powered engines. As they pulled away from that close proximity, the engine wash would give their old -friend- a bit of a rumble. Again, nothing harmful, just a little fun.

< Again, the Kazeci assumes much. Not all races share the Kazeci's cooperative spirit. Avoiding contact is meaningless, as contact will always be. Picking the contact is the sign of a thinking mind, not a feeling one. >

The DO vessel responded, as still as it currently was.

So you presume to pick and choose which is 'worthy' of you? Ha! It should be the other way around, the Galaxy deciding your lack of worth- The Transmission cut for a moment and was quickly restored. There is potential in all relationships when none is known. To make a decision as to weather or not to open relations requires knowledge, and that comes best through open communication. You contradict yourself, giving a noble goal but not the means. We have and execute both. Should a race be deemed unsuitable for relations, they will be denied, but we're far more equipped to make these decisions than you in your current philosophy. The NFL, widely supported in many nations across the galaxy, rules of engagement prove us victorious. Let us end this debate, we're taking these issues lighter than they deserve, you have lost, and none of it is of consequence as neither of us will change our ways.
The Kazeci ship slowed to a stop and turned again to face the Terrens.

< We shall see. >

The DO vessel said before its engines engaged, moving the vessel away from the group of ships, as it headed out-system. It faded from view as it re-engaged its cloak. A spark in space and a jolt on sensors saw it jump out of the system.

"They're not gone."
"Thanks, Captain Obvious."
"Does it matter either way?"
"We could do a comprehensive scan for them."
"That'd work if they stood still for over an hour within our range."
"Again, does it matter? They won't attack, and we no longer need to deal with them- for the moment anyway."

The bridge was basically a giant think tank where rank only mattered during the final decision.

ooc: I won't be on much, gotta get up early. my roommate, Klingon Warriers, should be back tomorrow. Feel free to use this thread for any 'wars' that you want to RP.

ooc: KW- If you'd like a fight (big or little), I'll give it to ya, but you'll have to instigate it. We're a peaceful but angry people.

(My nation left the area.)

ooc: We believe there are more of your vessels watching. No harm. Unless we decide to start taking random shots into space with high powered weaponry...

[Space Mormons]

Alien vessel! This is Commander Pagh. I have contacted the High Council, and the Chancellor has agreed to speak with you. Follow my ship back to the Homeworld.



[Terren Planets]

H'tag pulled himself from under a support beam. "Prepare for boarding!?" he yelled. "Ha! Warriors, grab your weapons! Defend our ship!"

(Died?)

ooc: Never! Breath damnit! Breath! We need a crash cart in here! Code blue!
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Angel of Death: I'm taking it. It's time has come. You can't avoid death.
Satin: Not yet! It's suffering has been too short!
God: This was a good thread, it followed the path of Good and sought me out, I shall take it in when its time comes.
Kaz: Though shalt not by thy devine will take this thy thread from me! She's all I have! It doesn't deserve to die, not yet.
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Charge to 200GJ! Clear! Get 40,000 cc's epi in here now!
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It's on life support now, we can try keep it functioning for now, it may recover, it may die, it may remain vegitative for the rest of its life. You're it's creator, and it has no living will, so the choice is yours. Do we pull the plug?

((Maybe I should've opened fired on one of their ships, for some reason or another... that would keep the thread going.))