NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Yes! I'm back! Also, yes, I'm gonna be rusty as an old Ford in the midwest, so gimme a break on the RPing for now! And, yes! I'm working AND going to college full time, so I donno how much time I'll have to be RPing between those two things and other RL things. So... we'll see how it goes! Oh, and one more note, I'm gonna be reviving FT ViZion in this post... MT ViZion will be revived at a later date...

IC:
President Devon Johnson walked down the cold, dark corridor of the creaking, old VSS Commander - a ship nearly 8.5 kilometers long, and one of hundreds of years old. ViZion had seemed to waste away for the past several hundreds of years in space, its fleet constantly going more and more out-of-date, the territory shrinking, even while new solar systems were being discovered.

President Johnson reached the meeting room, where two guards - dressed in red and blue silk uniforms with white leather gloves - opened the large stainless steal doors baring a massive, golden ViZionarian crest across it. In front of him, he could barely make out nine silhouettes of large men in the dimly lit room, in which only a soft glow came from above, and another light carefully lit up the red and blue ViZionarian crest on the far wall directly opposite of the large doors.

"Please, stay seated, gentlemen." he said while he entered the room before the nine men seated around the piano-black finished circular
table had a change to full stand up. They concurred, sitting down.

President Johnson stepped forward to the table, taking his seat as the massive metal doors closed, the clamping sound echoing off the black titanium walls and rare red marble floors, found only in a small hand full of the nearly 80,000 planets known to ViZion.

"Gentlemen, we must act now. It is time to rebuild ViZion! It's been FAR to long since we've been discarded and discounted by all other civilization as nothing more than scrap metal floating around the universe. Our lands are constantly being taken over by other powers - some than we previously had contact with, others we haven't before. Yet we are unable to do a thing because of their superior technology.

I have contacted Phalanix with plans to start a new 'Earthian' project. Working with Phalanix, and potentially many other powers, will help dramatically in bringing around ViZion, back to the forefront of being a large power much quicker than we could without doing this.

ViZion deserves to be rebuilt into the power it once was - and then some. It is time we begin working to upgrade our ships, our technology. Work with the few allies we still have. These old ships have treated us well in their long service with us. But it is time we move forward. The heating on this ship barely works for God's sake! I could see my own breath while walking down the halls today!

It is time. I shall make a speech to the people over the PersonaViZion. Let us move ViZion into the future, not into the past!" he said, taking a deep breath.

The men responded loudly, shouting in joy, pounding the tables. In a deep voice, they began chanting, President Johnson! ViZion Forever!"

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An hour later, in every town center, in every ship's gulley, in every family room, President Johnson appeared seemingly in front of them. The PersonaViZion put him there - almost completely physically. You see him in full 3D, you can even touch him! He, however, cannot feel you or see you. He is simply standing in the PersonaCast located on his ship, casting his physical being into every operating PersonaViZion across ViZion.

"Hello fellow ViZionarians! Today, today is a great day for us! Today, ViZion embarks on rebuilding its self! For far to long, ViZion continued, rapidly, to go back in time, its technology becoming so obsolete that even the pirates of the Galaxy outgunned the vast majority of our fleet!

We have been unable to fight back invasive forces, having to buckle and give in to their aggression. But NO MORE I say! NO MORE! It ends, here today, right now!

We are going to be aggressively pursuing newer, better technology across the board. Within two years, our fleet will be completely replaced with new, better ships - and more of them! Our claims will begin growing, not shrinking, and we shall take back the land we have lost!

For to many hundreds of years, we've been nothing but floating pieces of metal who fly a banner. No longer! Today, ViZion will rebuild! Today marks the beginning of an old power returning! Today marks the rebirth of a powerful ViZion!

For ViZion! Forever! Let us move forward! With that, he shouted "VIZION! lifting his fist high, high into the air, his face becoming red, his expression fierce, yes compassionate.

As his image began to fade, ViZionarians across the universe began to cheer loudly, and that night, celebrations outnumbered the stars of the entire universe. ViZion would no longer be the barbarians, the wash-ups. They would return to glory - and soon.

The ASN Nightmare Star had been one of the few ships tasked with moving into the Sol system once again. Since the civil war had ended almost all Phalanixian territory had been reclaimed, with the exception of the areas within the Sol system. The original place on Earth that he Allied Forces once called home had been rendered into a radioactive wasteland while the Mars colony had been lost and most likely taken over by the corporations that once were contracted to build the facilities.
By now those corporations wouldn't give in quietly, after all Mars land was just about the most valuable land in all of Sol, so within the Nightmare's belly several squads of drop troops waited, their armor modified for the underwater environment that the facilities were in.
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After only three hours within fold space the Nightmare Star flashed back into existence within the Sol system, the first Phalanixian ship within ten years to set foot within the single most chaotic system in existence.
It only took another ten minutes of short folds to reach the blood red world of Mars and another three to position themselves.
By then the facilities were probably wondering what an older model PSN warship was doing in orbit of the planet. Even before the hails were sent several drop pods were sent down to the Phalanix territory.
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After only a matter of hours the facilities had been "liberated" and were controlled by the ASN forces. By then AI systems had been pouring over the records for anything useful, messages, weapons data, and so on. It wasn't long before something was found. Simply tagged "Rubbish" by the corporations that controlled the facilities before.
A message from an old friend, ViZion and a request for assistance in building something that was only a faint memory in most ASN commander's memories.
By then it was obvious that the brass would jump at this chance and that's what they did. All that was sent back was simple.
When do we start?

After only a matter of hours the facilities had been "liberated" and were controlled by the ASN forces. By then AI systems had been pouring over the records for anything useful, messages, weapons data, and so on. It wasn't long before something was found. Simply tagged "Rubbish" by the corporations that controlled the facilities before.
A message from an old friend, ViZion and a request for assistance in building something that was only a faint memory in most ASN commander's memories.
By then it was obvious that the brass would jump at this chance and that's what they did. All that was sent back was simple.
When do we start?
President Villian read over the quick response, and a large grin appeared on his face. "Good, good..." he muttered.

He quickly got off a reply to Phalanix;
We start as soon as we can. We need to meet, get things plans, and go forward with this. The Earthian II Project we shall call it. Let our two great nations rise to glory once again!

The ESF system consisted of nine resource rich planets. For millenia, the elves harnnessed these recources, built their cities and spacecraft, and went about their lives without giving much thought to the outside worlds. Of the few other nations the Elves met, they considered ViZion one of their closest and most trusted friends and allies. But a rift of silence had sprung up of the last several decades. It seemed that each nation was content to leave the other alone, yet in the shadows, the Dark Bows , an elite secret enforcing agency, kept tabs on ViZion. The annualy reported back to the Patriarch or Matriarch on how the nation was finicially, militarly, and politically.

As Tobias was just settling into his desk, and shifting through the files that were left there after a long night trying to solve a cultural crisis, he noticed one of the ViZion reports. He picked it up, leaned back, and began to carefully read each detail in the report. As he went along, he frowned as he saw the losses in technology and holdings in the ViZion's control. Yet it was when he reached the political summary that he became alarmed. He was completely baffled as to why ViZion would begin trying to rebuild themselves, and not seek their help. He quickly contacted Brigadier Romanius Greenwelch who was supervising the military while General Duke was away.

"Romanius, we have a situation developing."
"*yawn* What is that sir?"
"Our latest report shows that ViZion is trying to become stronger."
"Well that deosn't suprise me. But why is this a situation?"
"Because Romanius, they havn't sought our aid or support. It is well known that we are rich in recourses and can build top noch spacecraft. So you must ask yourself why they havn't sought aid from their ally."
*pause of silence*
"I see sir. What do you have in mind?"
"Well there is no need to be irrational, but I would like our security stepped up, our patrols doubled, and a formal request to their president for an explination as to why they didn't contact us."
"Sir, will do."

As Romanius hangs up the phone, he pushes his chair over to his computer, and types up an email.
To: President Johnson
From: Romainus Greenwelch
Subject: ViZion Rebuilding
Our great leader, Patriarch Tobias Raynor, would like to know why you have not sought our help. We have been allies for quite a long time, and he is baffled as to why there was no contact. As such, he requests a complete explination as to why this is.
Health N Happiness

He rereads to make sure everything is right, and then hits Send.

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We start as soon as we can. We need to meet, get things plans, and go forward with this. The Earthian II Project we shall call it. Let our two great nations rise to glory once again!

If you wish we may engage in the planing of this project within the confines of the recently liberated Mars facilities or within the fortress system of Epsilon Eridain. However the second of the two is still being cleaned of debris from the last several encounters so it is a very large navigational hazzard that would require space fold assistance to properly dock safely.

*TAG to make responses later*

If you wish we may engage in the planing of this project within the confines of the recently liberated Mars facilities or within the fortress system of Epsilon Eridain. However the second of the two is still being cleaned of debris from the last several encounters so it is a very large navigational hazzard that would require space fold assistance to properly dock safely.
A Message Was Sent Off To Phalanix:
We are also willing to hold it on one of our ships. We've begun contruction of a new commanding ship, but until them, our old VSS Commander will have to do. The heating has finally been fixed - lets hope it lasts more than three days this time before problems begin to occur again. However, if you wish to hold it in your own land, we'd prefer the fortified Epsilon Eridain.

To: President Johnson
From: Romainus Greenwelch
Subject: ViZion Rebuilding
Our great leader, Patriarch Tobias Raynor, would like to know why you have not sought our help. We have been allies for quite a long time, and he is baffled as to why there was no contact. As such, he requests a complete explination as to why this is.
Health N Happiness
President Johnson read over the message from ESF, a long time ally who ViZion had not had much of any contact with for countless years. He smilied after reading the message, then sitting down to send off a reply.
Hello Romainus Greenwelch, and indeed to all of the ESF. It has been much to long since we last spoke, and are glad to hear you have taken interest in our announced rebuilding.

We would love to work with you in rebuilding our nation, and to tell you the truth, I do not have any 'good' answer to why I did not contact you for aid. I guess it's just that we are to proud to simply go around asking for other nations to go out of their way in helping us rebuild. If they offer aid, that's one thing, but we don't like going out and asking for it unless we're in dire straights - which we're not in.

It is good hearing from you, and we look forward to working with you once again as we had in the past. God speed, ESF!

We suggest that you use your FTL systems to reach the attached location. From there a pair of ASN ships shall defold and use their own fold bubbles to transport you in orbit of the planet. Send out a message when the ship reaches that position and we shall have the ships move in.

*tag for later reply*

OOC: Yes! I'm back! Also, yes, I'm gonna be rusty as an old Ford in the midwest, so gimme a break on the RPing for now! And, yes! I'm working AND going to college full time, so I donno how much time I'll have to be RPing between those two things and other RL things. So... we'll see how it goes! Oh, and one more note, I'm gonna be reviving FT ViZion in this post... MT ViZion will be revived at a later date...

IC:
President Devon Johnson walked down the cold, dark corridor of the creaking, old VSS Commander - a ship nearly 8.5 kilometers long, and one of hundreds of years old. ViZion had seemed to waste away for the past several hundreds of years in space, its fleet constantly going more and more out-of-date, the territory shrinking, even while new solar systems were being discovered.

President Johnson reached the meeting room, where two guards - dressed in red and blue silk uniforms with white leather gloves - opened the large stainless steal doors baring a massive, golden ViZionarian crest across it. In front of him, he could barely make out nine silhouettes of large men in the dimly lit room, in which only a soft glow came from above, and another light carefully lit up the red and blue ViZionarian crest on the far wall directly opposite of the large doors.

"Please, stay seated, gentlemen." he said while he entered the room before the nine men seated around the piano-black finished circular
table had a change to full stand up. They concurred, sitting down.

President Johnson stepped forward to the table, taking his seat as the massive metal doors closed, the clamping sound echoing off the black titanium walls and rare red marble floors, found only in a small hand full of the nearly 80,000 planets known to ViZion.

"Gentlemen, we must act now. It is time to rebuild ViZion! It's been FAR to long since we've been discarded and discounted by all other civilization as nothing more than scrap metal floating around the universe. Our lands are constantly being taken over by other powers - some than we previously had contact with, others we haven't before. Yet we are unable to do a thing because of their superior technology.

I have contacted Phalanix with plans to start a new 'Earthian' project. Working with Phalanix, and potentially many other powers, will help dramatically in bringing around ViZion, back to the forefront of being a large power much quicker than we could without doing this.

ViZion deserves to be rebuilt into the power it once was - and then some. It is time we begin working to upgrade our ships, our technology. Work with the few allies we still have. These old ships have treated us well in their long service with us. But it is time we move forward. The heating on this ship barely works for God's sake! I could see my own breath while walking down the halls today!

It is time. I shall make a speech to the people over the PersonaViZion. Let us move ViZion into the future, not into the past!" he said, taking a deep breath.

The men responded loudly, shouting in joy, pounding the tables. In a deep voice, they began chanting, President Johnson! ViZion Forever!"

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An hour later, in every town center, in every ship's gulley, in every family room, President Johnson appeared seemingly in front of them. The PersonaViZion put him there - almost completely physically. You see him in full 3D, you can even touch him! He, however, cannot feel you or see you. He is simply standing in the PersonaCast located on his ship, casting his physical being into every operating PersonaViZion across ViZion.

"Hello fellow ViZionarians! Today, today is a great day for us! Today, ViZion embarks on rebuilding its self! For far to long, ViZion continued, rapidly, to go back in time, its technology becoming so obsolete that even the pirates of the Galaxy outgunned the vast majority of our fleet!

We have been unable to fight back invasive forces, having to buckle and give in to their aggression. But NO MORE I say! NO MORE! It ends, here today, right now!

We are going to be aggressively pursuing newer, better technology across the board. Within two years, our fleet will be completely replaced with new, better ships - and more of them! Our claims will begin growing, not shrinking, and we shall take back the land we have lost!

For to many hundreds of years, we've been nothing but floating pieces of metal who fly a banner. No longer! Today, ViZion will rebuild! Today marks the beginning of an old power returning! Today marks the rebirth of a powerful ViZion!

For ViZion! Forever! Let us move forward! With that, he shouted "VIZION! lifting his fist high, high into the air, his face becoming red, his expression fierce, yes compassionate.

As his image began to fade, ViZionarians across the universe began to cheer loudly, and that night, celebrations outnumbered the stars of the entire universe. ViZion would no longer be the barbarians, the wash-ups. They would return to glory - and soon.

ooc: well, well....about friggin' time you showed up....

We suggest that you use your FTL systems to reach the attached location. From there a pair of ASN ships shall defold and use their own fold bubbles to transport you in orbit of the planet. Send out a message when the ship reaches that position and we shall have the ships move in.
As the shio VSS Commander nears the location, a message was sent out to Phalanix.
We are nearing the given location. We await your arrival.

ooc: well, well....about friggin' time you showed up....
OOC: lol Yes, yes, I know, and you missed me, didn't ya. lol :-p

*tag for later reply*
OOC: Oooo, Crossman!

[OOC: Good to see you back ViZion. What do you say on who won the civil war? And IIRC, I told you your stuff were out-dated because NS modern tech is ahead of RL tech by a good mile. Mind if I TG you a couple of links to good storefronts?]

[OOC: Good to see you back ViZion. What do you say on who won the civil war? And IIRC, I told you your stuff were out-dated because NS modern tech is ahead of RL tech by a good mile. Mind if I TG you a couple of links to good storefronts?]
OOC: thanks... and honestly, I donno because I haven't been on the forums in months until about a day ago... and sure, go ahead.

[OOC: Just sent you (ViZion) a TG.]

As the shio VSS Commander nears the location, a message was sent out to Phalanix.
By then two massive radiation spikes could be detected several thousand meters away. After afew minutes two sickly green bubbles began to tear through the fabiric of space and two cruisers, aged and slightly damged, defolded in perfect formation.
Prepare for a space fold in the next three minutes.
Was all that was sent before the two ships moved to each side of the Commander and began to power their fold drives.
Three minutes later the two ships began to emit sickly green bubbles that enveloped the three ships, sucking them into a world of random colors and almost lethal radiation had the bubble not been in place.
We'll arive within the next ten minutes. Be prepared for a sudden deceleration.
Ten minutes later the colors began to fade and were replaced the the bleak look of space, a planet, and the remains of a massive battle within a solar system.

By then two massive radiation spikes could be detected several thousand meters away. After afew minutes two sickly green bubbles began to tear through the fabiric of space and two cruisers, aged and slightly damged, defolded in perfect formation.
Prepare for a space fold in the next three minutes.
Was all that was sent before the two ships moved to each side of the Commander and began to power their fold drives.
Three minutes later the two ships began to emit sickly green bubbles that enveloped the three ships, sucking them into a world of random colors and almost lethal radiation had the bubble not been in place.
We'll arive within the next ten minutes. Be prepared for a sudden deceleration.
Ten minutes later the colors began to fade and were replaced the the bleak look of space, a planet, and the remains of a massive battle within a solar system.
"Sir, over there, I believe they've arrived."

We request clearance to approach and board.

Clearence granted, please approach on the thrid docking port on the ASN-S Battle Scar, your crew shall then be permited to venture out into the station if they wish.
Was sent back from the Orbital Defence Station closest to the Commander, the Battle Scar.



((The Battle Scar is simply a big ol docking ring armed to the teeth and brand fricken new.))

Clearence granted, please approach on the thrid docking port on the ASN-S Battle Scar, your crew shall then be permited to venture out into the station if they wish.
Was sent back from the Orbital Defence Station closest to the Commander, the Battle Scar.



((The Battle Scar is simply a big ol docking ring armed to the teeth and brand fricken new.))
OOC: Ooo, sounds cool :-p
IC:
After the ship docked, President Johnson walked onto the Battle Scar, looking around and admiring the ship while waiting for his welcoming crew to take him to where ever he was to go.

Hello Romainus Greenwelch, and indeed to all of the ESF. It has been much to long since we last spoke, and are glad to hear you have taken interest in our announced rebuilding.

We would love to work with you in rebuilding our nation, and to tell you the truth, I do not have any 'good' answer to why I did not contact you for aid. I guess it's just that we are to proud to simply go around asking for other nations to go out of their way in helping us rebuild. If they offer aid, that's one thing, but we don't like going out and asking for it unless we're in dire straights - which we're not in.

It is good hearing from you, and we look forward to working with you once again as we had in the past. God speed, ESF!

Romainus and Tobias read over the message several times, letting the information sink in. Finnaly Tobias broke the silence.
"Lower the alert status to Defcon 4, they are our friends, but it is always wise to be careful. Contact Admiral Nathan Algren and tell him to prepare the first fleet. I want his fleet to enter the ViZion system, with our warcraft, and several dozen dropships of supplies. Also send a message to Johnson informing him of our movement."

Tobias left the room before Romainus had a chance to reply. He cracked his knuckles and made a phone call to his old friend.
"Hello."
"Ah hello Nate. How are things on Capri?"
"Fine as always. The enviroment creator is working at full capcity so it's a beautiful day everyday here."
"Yes, I suppose it would be. I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy it much longer."
"Why is that my good friend?"
"Tobias wants your fleet to enter the ViZion system with a convoy of supplies. Your to help our old allies create modern warships and rebuild their empire."
"Hot diggidy. I've been waiting for something to pop up. It's nice here and all, but I hate staying in one place too long. Me and my fleet will be prepped and ready by days end. Talk to you soon Roma."
"You to Nate. Good luck."
As he hangs up the phone, he slides his chair back over to his computer and sends a responce to President Johnson.
To: Johnson
From: Greenwelch
Always happy to help an old friend. Admiral Nathan Algren and the 1st fleet will be enter your system in the next day or so accompionied by a convoy of dropships full of supplies. Algren has immence knowledge when it comes to modern warships, and should be able to assist you. Good Luck to you and you nation.
Health N Happiness

Romainus and Tobias read over the message several times, letting the information sink in. Finnaly Tobias broke the silence.
"Lower the alert status to Defcon 4, they are our friends, but it is always wise to be careful. Contact Admiral Nathan Algren and tell him to prepare the first fleet. I want his fleet to enter the ViZion system, with our warcraft, and several dozen dropships of supplies. Also send a message to Johnson informing him of our movement."

Tobias left the room before Romainus had a chance to reply. He cracked his knuckles and made a phone call to his old friend.
"Hello."
"Ah hello Nate. How are things on Capri?"
"Fine as always. The enviroment creator is working at full capcity so it's a beautiful day everyday here."
"Yes, I suppose it would be. I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy it much longer."
"Why is that my good friend?"
"Tobias wants your fleet to enter the ViZion system with a convoy of supplies. Your to help our old allies create modern warships and rebuild their empire."
"Hot diggidy. I've been waiting for something to pop up. It's nice here and all, but I hate staying in one place too long. Me and my fleet will be prepped and ready by days end. Talk to you soon Roma."
"You to Nate. Good luck."
As he hangs up the phone, he slides his chair back over to his computer and sends a responce to President Johnson.
After Johnson read over the message, we quickly prepared a reply.
We are glad to hear that you are willing to help us. We've cleared your convoy for arrival, and are very excited to work with you! Thank you very much!

OOC: Ooo, sounds cool :-p
IC:
After the ship docked, President Johnson walked onto the Battle Scar, looking around and admiring the ship while waiting for his welcoming crew to take him to where ever he was to go.
For the most part the section was fairly empty with the exception of marine security teams doing routine patrols. After a few seconds a small convoy of three security vehicles pulled up and four marines dismounted as well as an officer in her dress uniform.
“Please forgive the delay and lack of any real brass welcoming you sir,” she said, “They’re still in the midst of recovery operations for vessels destroyed in the Atlantian civil war. If you’ll please follow me I’ll take you to the command center.” She then motioned to the seat of the middle vehicle and spoke again, “Also you’re crew is permitted to roam the east section of the station and use it’s facilities to rest and relax.”

Admiral Algren walked towards the bridge of the Subjucation. Yesterday's launch went well and the convoy would reach ViZion space in 10 hours. Although things were going well, Algren was concerned about how long the 1st would be on civilian duty. Granted he was happy to assist the ESF allies in any way possible, but at heart he was a soldier, and longed for battle. This period of aiding ViZion, as benifitial as it might be, was only a stepping stone for him. If he performed well here, perhaps Tobias would call on him and his fleet for better operations. As he made his way to the bridge, he was greeted by his Vice Admiral, Daniel Celekorn.

"Good afternoon Admiral, ready for tommorow's business?"
"Always ready to do the duty Daniel, you know that."
"Of course Admiral. But I must ask, what exactly does Tobias expect us to do? We don't know much about ViZion's weapon schematics and designs. And, how much do they know about ours?"
"Solid questions. We'll find out the answers soon enough."
"As you say Nathan. I however will remian suspect."
"I would expect no less from you, it's your character. I must go now and check on the status of the convoy."
"Fare well."

For the most part the section was fairly empty with the exception of marine security teams doing routine patrols. After a few seconds a small convoy of three security vehicles pulled up and four marines dismounted as well as an officer in her dress uniform.
“Please forgive the delay and lack of any real brass welcoming you sir,” she said, “They’re still in the midst of recovery operations for vessels destroyed in the Atlantian civil war. If you’ll please follow me I’ll take you to the command center.” She then motioned to the seat of the middle vehicle and spoke again, “Also you’re crew is permitted to roam the east section of the station and use it’s facilities to rest and relax.”
"Thank you. I can definately understand why there isn't the chance for a 'brash' welcoming. War can do that you even the greatest of nations." he said, then speaking to his men, telling them they are free to use the facilities and roam the east section.

"So," he said, turning back to the woman, "Let us be on our way!"

Algren readied his personel as they 1st fleet entered the Titan system and headed towards Titanus, the capital planet in ViZion space. The main of the fleet would stay in orbit around Titanus, while the Subjucation and the dropships would land in Titan City where Algren would meet up with ViZion engineers and techies. Hopefully the techs would be able to absorb the knowledge easily and they could get to work on building the ships ASAP.

"Admiral, we're entering their space. Their stations have granted us clearance to entered Titan City. Shall we begin our decent?"

"Yes, bring us down."

"Yes sir."

The crew eased the Subjucation through the rocky atmosphere and decended onto the first clear landing pad. Waiting there for him were two ViZion officials waiting to take Algren off.

OOC: Hope I can jump in if not ignore the post just trying to get started.

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The RSV Dominator was the first of sixteen battlecruisers to be completed for the Republic of Rashari's 1st Fleet. Fleet Command was busy constructing the rest of the 1st Fleet which would evenually include one-hundred and nine ships including a Mothership with Fleet Command onboard. With little threat to Amacore Galactic Cluster on the edge of known space, Rashari was allowed to explore the universe in peace. The Dominators maidian voyage would be to return to earth to reestablish contact with her former masters. She dropped out of slipsteam close to Pluto.

"Set a course for earth. Open channel, This is the RSV Dominator of the Republic of Rashari. I am Captain Fredrickson, we request permission to enter the system." No response came from earth. "Leutanent?" he asked his tactical officer.

"Sir, inner-system scans show a barrier radioactive wasteland on earth. There are hundreds if not thousands of derbis orbiting the planet but none seem to be operational satalites. I am detecting ships around Mars and life on the surface."

"Open a channel, This is Captain Fredrickson of the Republic of Rashari onboard the RSV Dominator we are on a mission of exploration, and are trying to reestablish contact with earth. May we enter the system?" With that the Captain left the current occupants with the responsibility of replying to his inquiry.