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Northrop-Grumman
26-05-2006, 16:06
Hyperspace – Battlecarrier John Knudsen Northrop

To most fleet commanders, the experience of their quiet, empty quarters after the stresses of a battle would be considered an ideal setting for them to relax their weary bodies and clear their minds. And normally, Major General Amanda Harris would do just that, but as she made the attempt to rest peacefully on her couch by gazing out at the purple and pink beauty that was hyperspace through the long row of windows, her mind was drawn to the events of the previous few hours. Everything, the smells, feelings, emotions, and sights, seemed to be replaying as through a tape recorder that she had not really any control over, at least not for the time being.

What troubled her the most was the fact that she never had the chance to thank her grandfather for all that he had done for her and to say farewell one last time. But deep within her mind, a memory arose that bared some similarity to this event. Decades earlier during the Corporation’s civil war, Amanda had been talking with her parents that stationed aboard one of the battlestars when a saboteur detonated an explosive inside of the reactor and destroyed the entire vessel instantly. At the time, she was too young to fully understand what had happened to them and quickly became attached to her grandfather, the commander of all the Corporation’s space fleets, who, unlike her parents, managed to barely survive the war. From that point on, he became as a father to her and raised her as his own. And it was because of him that led her to pursue a career in the Air Force Space Command, where she is today.

A beeping noise resounded throughout the room and interrupted her thoughts. Somewhat annoyed at the interruption, Amanda cleared her throat and replied out loud, “Yes? What is it?”

“General,” her communications officer answered. “You have a call coming in from Exodus One. It’s Chairman O’Neill. Oh and we've just left hyperspace.”

“Very well. Put him though.” That’s odd, she thought. I didn’t know he was aboard one of the evac ships…well…whatever…

The Chairman’s aged voice came across the speakers. “Amanda?”

“I’m here, Jack.” One would wonder why she had the privilege of calling her direct superior by his first name. This was because of the close relationship that the Harris’ had with the O’Neill’s as the Chairman and her grandfather were longtime friends for nearly seventy years.

A slight pause occurred before the Chairman spoke as he thought about what he should say next. He did not want to jump right off into her grandfather’s death, at least, not while they were not speaking in person. So he decided to go right into business.

“I need you to do a favor for me…”

<:: Encrypted Transmission ::>
<:: Priority - Alpha ::>
<:: Sender: Major General Amanda Harris - Task Force Alpha - Northrop-Grumman ::>
<:: Recipients:
(*) Commander Azure Vinan – Second Fleet Detachment – Indra Prime
(*) High General Prometheus – Exodus One – Anagonia ::>

Prior to composing this very message, I had concluded a brief conversation
with one of my superiors where it had been decided that in the best interests
of those present here today that a meeting be held aboard the John
Knudsen Northrop. This meeting would discuss the now present threat that
lies just beyond the event horizon of the orbital stargate. It would also
include possible alternatives to insure that the tragedy that has happened to
the Anagonian people would never occur again.

Now, I am humbly asking that each of you attend this meeting, or, if you are
unable to attend, to at least send a representative. The meeting will be held
within the hour. If you chose to do so, you may bring along your own security
forces but I assure you, they are not needed.

I shall be awaiting your arrival in Landing Bay 3.

[signed]
Major General Amanda Harris
Commander of the John Knudsen Northrop

<:: Text Ended ::>
<:: Transmission Sent ::>
Anagonia
26-05-2006, 19:42
Prometheus, the leader of the Sentient Droids. For decades upon decades he exitsted, he was. Learning from the organics, respecting their ways, and even teaching them as he grew. War, peace, diplomacy, tactics, leadership, and so much more had been tought to this sentient being. Every ounce of possible information one could derive from life itself was inside the ever-expanding parameters of the Droids biomechanical brain. He was the first of his kind, the one to teach those that came after him, the one to make a path for his kind...for his species. True he had no organic parts to him, and true he was derived from the B-1 Battle Droid design. But false is the man that points at him and calls him dumb, for that is not what Prometheus was to his Creators of past.

Organic Concepts of age and time befell his mechanical body with only the slightest of effects, but he understood them more than most. He lived, existed, was, is, learned, knew, thought. His experiences were over the organics "years" and "centuries". His mind comprehended much of what had been gathered, perhaps comprehend more of life itself than those around him. Sadly, the reality he knew the better of was death. Experience proved he a better being to witness death than most organics. Loosing many, upon many, upon many of Comrades he trusted and, shockingly, even felt "love" for compiled into his "brain", even if he desires it not to. It was not a matter of "want", it was a matter of "need"...a need to fully understand, to fully grasp, to truthfully feel..

Felt he did, for Prometheus had emotions. Perhaps a result of chip, or the object of mechanical evolution, Prometheus had feelings for everything he knew, and saw, and witnessed, and did. No mere tool of destruction, for he had Will in his being...Free Will EARNED by his life, by his existance. Nothing, not even tools of man, could take that away.

It was the Right EARNED by his mechanical species to experience to have, even unto this day.

Prometheus himself stood Six feet and two inches, had a silver plated body tarnished by time, and walked with confidence as any machine would. His attitude towards new things would be welcoming, as with any right Sentient Droid would have. But he was cautious, sometimes described as too cautious, for his inability to get too attached to anyone. His past would tell tales of how the emotion of sorrow and sadness would overcome him should he get attached, so therefore he built in to himself the concept of pushing everyone to a distance, even at costs of friendships. Because with him, they would either be hurt, get hurt, or get lost in his ways. No one had ever figured him out fully, and he doubted anyone could.

Landing in the bay of the John Knudsen Northrop, Prometheus would depart the fighter and CLANK on the steel floors. Holstering no weapons, with only the normal back-pack that would seem to the unkeen eye as signaling Prometheus a slave to a Computer. This would become known as untrue, as this droid command-pack would hold devices of commucation, even his personal note-pad so he could continue his centuries long story of existance.

Other than that, it was basically extra storage.

A harsh droid-like tone spake out as he greeted, waving a mechanical arm. "I hope I come not too early, I desire to these talks as much as others." He would bow his mechanical head, a custom among the Organics. "High General Prometheus."
Northrop-Grumman
27-05-2006, 21:21
When High General Prometheus’ metal foot struck the floors of the landing bay, that sound signaled an unprecedented moment in the history of the Corporation. It was the first time that a mechanical sentient being was ever given permission to step aboard any of the military vessels, and those that remained inside of the landing bay were astonished that such an event had occurred.

For the past sixty years, a ban had been in place against what was considered “strong AI”, essentially artificial intelligence that had achieved sentience, because of the concerns that many of the older generations had. They feared that the millions of workers who centered their entire lives around the construction tasks that the Corporation set them to would be replaced by those who did not have to feed their families, take care of utilities, and, presumably, worked for less wages, thus lowering the value of the workers who managed to be kept. Such was the strong feeling at the time the ban was being considered, mass strikes led by the union leaders had effectively shut down the major industrial cities in the nation and propelled, then Chairman Northrop, to sign the ban into law.

Also, mistrust was a feeling that many had. Wrongly, they feared the droids’ advanced capabilities that shadowed their own and even went to the point that they hated them. Another fear was that these sentient machines would able to be reprogrammed by anyone at will, including those who had wanted to overthrow the government. A near unstoppable army led by a tyrannical dictator was something that many wanted to avoid.

Meanwhile, those in the religious community did not care much about these things but were concerned mainly about the fact that they would be creators of a new race. They believed that the only one who should be able to create life was God and often asked, “Who are we to play God?”

But as the years slowly passed on, a new, more enlightened generation came forth from the disaster that was the civil war. These people rose to power with a new, brighter outlook towards the future, one that learned from the past but sought to not repeat the same mistakes as their predecessors. They embraced the limitless potentials of technology and sought to use them to enhance the might of the Corporation.

Amanda Harris was one of such individuals and was appeared to be quite glad that the first one to welcome High General Prometheus aboard a Northrop-Grumman battlecarrier.

When the High General first spoke to her, she smiled and soon politely replied, “Don’t worry. You’re not too early.” In her stiff dress uniform, her body remained perfectly still, all except for her head, which immediately bowed to the droid’s greeting. “I am certainly pleased to meet you High General. As you may have guessed, I am Major General Amanda Harris.”
Anagonia
28-05-2006, 03:10
"Ah, Major General. I am most pleased to meet you." He saluted, then started to slowly approach her with cautious respect. "Your peoples bravery match only a rare few I can recall, and I know in my heart-" he placed a mechanical hand on his silver chest "-that you are our allies in truth and practice."

He witnessed the casulty mount of the Grummian forces, and endured to attempt to concentrate on his duties as he watched. There was nothing he could do for them, not in the split seconds of when the Exodus One was entering the Orbital Stargate. It truly was an honor, in his sentient mind, to be standing before the blood of these people.

Not much else would he say as he stopped a respectable distance and extended his droid-like hand for a shake.
Indra Prime
28-05-2006, 06:18
Under a clear and cloudless sky, Commander Azure Vinan was completely alone running on a dirt path through the high plains on the pleasure planet Rhetalia. Whenever she would go running, she would enjoy the solitude that running though an entirely empty planet would bring. It gave her a chance to be away from the stresses of command and the burden of having to make tough decisions that befell all senior commanders in the Indran Fleet. As she ran through the vast plain heading towards the Vorallian Woods, she let her mind wander over the recent events that had taken her fleet from the safe confines of Haeridan Base to help defend the strategic withdraw of the Anagonian evacuation fleet at the specific request of the Northrop-Grummans. Just as she passed the first row of trees, she heard a slight metallic chirping sound amongst the sound of leaves lightly rustling in the autumn breeze. Feeling slightly annoyed at being disturbed on her time off, she responded to the comminucation summons that was represented by the chirping sound.

Only barely winded from the 17 miles she had run already, she asked, “This had better be damned important, Thom. You know I don’t like to be interrupted on my jog.”

Thomas Callan, the night watch officer on the Furtim Lancea answered, “Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am. You told me you wanted to be informed as soon as the situation with the Grummans and the Anagonians changed. It has changed, ma’am.”

Without slowing her pace, she continued to press for information.

“Thom, feel free to fill me in.”

She could hear his apology for her having to press him for information, in his voice.

“Commander, we have just received a communiqué from Major General Harris aboard the John Knudsen Northrop. She has requested your presence onboard her vessel for a meeting with the Anagonian High General Prometheus and herself to outline the present threat now faced by our combined forces and any reconstructing possibilities that may exist for the Anagonian Evacuees.”

Very unlike her, she muttered something unintelligible under her breath and her NWO inquired to what she had said.

“Nothing Thom. Send a communiqué back to General Harris informing her I will be arriving in thirty minutes.”

“Aye Sir. I will send that message immediately.”

Azure could hear the telltale sound that the comm channel closed and she spoke aloud to herself, “It HAD to happen on this night. Go Figure.” She continued to running until she reached the culvert on the path and then left the path to follow the culvert. Within 150 meters, she reached the bulkhead and the door of the Arboretum which opened for her as she stepped through and back into the hallway. However, instead of slowing to a walk, she continued her jog though the darkened ships corridors towards the lift and her quarters, not having to worry about running into a crowd of her crew. Those she did run past, respectfully stepped aside to let her continue her jog. When she reached her quarters the doors slid open and she ran inside to change and get herself ready for the meeting about to take place.


Twenty Minutes Later


The hallway door that led to the Main Hangar silently slid open to reveal Commander Azure Vinan in her dress uniform with a slim pad tucked under her arm. She walked towards the ship that the deck crew was rushing about making sure the final system checks were completed and the Astrum fighter was ready to launch. Recently christened, the new Astrum class fighter was the most technologically advanced fighter in the Indran arsenal. Having some of the components that the most advanced warships had, like the Subspace Echo Field Generator, Full Temporal and Multiphasic Shielding, and armed to the teeth, nations would come to see the Astrum as deadly as some of the Indran ships currently in service.

Less than two minutes later, she was guiding the Astrum through the atmospheric retainment forcefield and towards the destination on which this meeting was to take place. One of the perks of being commander of the Second Fleet was that she could pull rank and fly anything she wanted, especially since she was fully qualified on every craft in her landing bay. She smiled as she gracefully banked the fighter into a corkscrew maneuver and wound up on a direct course for the hangar deck of the John Knudsen Northrop whos massive doors had already been opened and she could see the shuttle of the Anagonian High General Prometheus already docked.

The Astrum glided into the landing bay and came to a hovering stop about 20 feet alongside the Anagonian craft. She turned the vehicle so that it was facing the hangar doors before she slowly let it touch down on the floor of the hangar and popping the hatch. She powered down the systems and did the post flight check quickly so as to not keep the others waiting too long. As she emerged from the craft, no one could tell that not thirty minutes ago, her body had been slick with sweat, she had showered, cleaned up and prepared for this meeting. To any observer, her uniform was picture perfect and she was the absolute model of an Indran Flag Officer. As she approached Generals Harris and Prometheus the sharp stattico of her boots echoed throughout the cavernous bay. She stopped in front of the other two generals and snapped a salute to them.

“Major General Harris. High General Prometheus. It is a pleasure to meet you two finally in person. I am Commander Azure Vinan of the Indra Prime Second Fleet. I am glad our forces were able to assist in the protection of your strategic withdraw, High General. I hope that this will be the start of a great friendship between our peoples. Shall we get started?”
Northrop-Grumman
03-06-2006, 20:30
“Thank you for your kind words,” Harris gratefully replied as she grasped the droid’s hand for a firm handshake. “It has been an honor and a privilege for us to have been your allies for the past two decades. And I certainly hope that we will continue to be your allies for well into the future, no matter what happens.”

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The familiar sound of a vessel passing through the containment forcefield that held the oxygen and air pressure inside of the battlecarrier echoed throughout the metal-plated landing bay and immediately caught the attention of Harris. She knew that the final guest had arrived and turned her head towards what had made the sound. Her guess as to who it could be was confirmed. Resting a short distance away from the High General’s vessel was a sleek fighter, obviously Indran as it possessed the same styling as their other vessels. But it differed greatly from the Anagonian fighter next to it and also her own personal fighter, the F-302 sitting in the corner of the landing bay. She was slightly amused by the sight of the three vessels next to one another and noted how each one had a different history to it, a different look, a different feel.

After a few brief moments, the Indran commander finally departed her fighter craft and stepped over to meet the two generals that were waiting. Harris quickly returned the salute which Vinan had given and answered her question, smiling. “Of course, Commander, right this way.”

She then led the two officers out of the cold landing bay and into the white, light blue, and silver paneled hallways of the battlecarrier John Knudsen Northrop. Normally they would have been brightly lit, welcoming everyone who came aboard, but the vessel had just returned from battle this late night so the ceiling lights were turned off and the only ones that remained on were the long strips that ran horizontally down the halls that lent just enough light for the group to see where they was going. Also very few crew members passed by as most were asleep in their quarters, or attempting to do so, and the few that were awake were the night shift who were busily working at their designated stations.

Soon, they had reached the door to the conference room where they would be discussing the important topics at hand. When Harris waved her hand over the vertical panel, the door slid open to reveal a small room with one main round table in the center. Three plush chairs surrounded it with the various computer controls embedded into their armrests. Over on one side of the room a holographic display showed the current positions of all the allied vessels surrounding the battlecarrier, and on the opposite side, several wide windows looked out over the rest of the Northrop-Grumman fleet.

As Harris stepped into the conference room, something immediately grabbed her attention in one of the darkened corners. She reached for her sidearm that was concealed inside her coat when a white-haired man stepped out of the shadows.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” he said, raising his hands slightly. “No need to get trigger happy.”

Instantly recognizing who it was, she folded her arms. “Jesus Jack!” He interrupted her by clearing his throat, a reminder that in the presence of others, she should call him by his title. “I mean, Mr. Chairman. You could’ve been shot.”

“Eh, well, you’re not a gunslinger like Admiral Johnson so I’m not worried.” He chuckled and noticed the arrival of the guests, nodding to each one. “Commander Vinan, I’m pleased to meet you. High General Prometheus, always good to see you again.” He stepped back over to one of the brightly lit walls and gestured towards the chairs. “Don’t mind me folks. I’m just here to observe. Go, talk amongst yourselves.”
Anagonia
06-06-2006, 04:56
Prometheus's bio-mechanical brain took in the atmosphere of his surroundings: Sights, sounds, feelings, purpose. He observed, he monitored, he took in everything he could into his bio-mechanical brain, allowing the positronic circuits time to compensate and adapt to the new knowledge that presented itself from the Grummanian Architectural foundations. Even the conference room was observed and logged into memory, interpreted within seconds as any organic brain would instinctively do. But, unlike organic, Prometheus was aware of everything his brain did, and therefore understood more of the meaning of what he gathered.

A gentle tilt of his Droid-like head appeared as he observed the organic called "Jack" appear from the shadows. Prometheus knew he was there before he would enter the room, he logged everything, saw everything, with the many abilities of his robotic vision. He concluded no threat was presented, and therefore allowed the situation to unfold without tampering the space/time effect that would, in his mind, have altered the outcome of perhaps a cheerful reunion. No, unlike most robots, or droids, Prometheus understood the feeling and emotion of the situation at hand. Therefore, these understandings would become known in his conclusions, allowing him time to "enjoy" what he observed with a better understanding of what happened.

He allowed his voice-box to utter a slight "chuckle" sound as the events did take place, and observed with much anticipation the short conversation between Jack O'Neill and Amanda Harris. Indeed, he realized this was a welcome outcome to his decision not to tamper, or alter, with "fate". Prometheus felt "satisfied" with these turn of events, and nodded as Jack mentioned his name, with a slight wave of his droid-like hand, before taking a seat in one of the chair's.

He observed how much he lacked in feeling as he did take a seat, noticing how comfortable the organics would believe these seats to be, how they would more-so notice its "touch-and-feel" aspects better than any droid could. Once again, a slight chuckle, but this time more silent. Prometheus realized he did not allow the chuckle, and felt rather surprised. He quickly concluded this an aspect of his sentience, and left it be for further analysis at a future time.

OOC: Spell checked, for the first time! woohoo!
Northrop-Grumman
08-06-2006, 03:43
With a gentle sigh of relief, General Harris sat her weary body down into the remaining chair that rested directly in front of the Chairman and pulled a small silver data pad out of her pocket. Scrolling down the pages with her thumb, she glanced over the information briefly to get a general idea of what needed to be said at this meeting and finally chose the first topic to be discussed.

Harris rested the data pad on the table and looked around at the officers that were sitting before her, waiting. “First off, I’d like to thank you both for coming to this meeting on such short notice, but also I apologize for it being at this late hour. I know that after a long day, the last thing you’d want to be doing is sitting around a table talking. But the Chairman and I thought that these issues should be addressed as soon as possible, before we part our separate ways.”

Nodding towards the Anagonian general, she began the meeting. “High General Prometheus, on behalf of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation, I would like to offer your people a system a relatively short hyperspace jump away from our own Criun System for the rebuilding your civilization.”

She pressed a green button on her armrest and the display across from her flashed to show a detailed schematic of a solar system with the alphanumeric names appearing for each of the six planets revolving around a sun. “Its official designation is S-982-B, but, of course, it can be renamed to whatever you chose. Now, we have been sending expeditions there for the past several months to see what opportunities for mining colonies it has and what we have found is that while all of the planets offer a considerable amount of metals such as naquadah, titanium, iron ore, and copper, the second planet in the system, seen here...”

The display focused in on a planet designated as P8X-813, a lush green world with beautiful blue oceans covering nearly half of it. “…offers an excellent site for a mining colony, or perhaps in your case, an entire civilization with its clean, breathable atmosphere, arable land, and good water supplies. Studies have shown that the temperature ranges from negative twenty-five Fahrenheit at the poles to one hundred five at the equator, a tolerable range in our opinion. Also, ultraviolet radiation is well under current levels that are seen on the planet Earth today.” She pressed another button and the display zoomed out to show a few moons surrounding the planet. “These three moons are in a stable orbit, revolving around the planet. We have determined that they are dense enough to provide a good site for military installations or planetary defenses, if you chose to do so.” Once again the display changed to one of the entire solar system. “The other planets in the system are without breathable atmospheres, and at least one is a gas giant. But if need be, they can be terraformed to anything that you require, providing more space and opening up more possibilities for mining resources.”

Harris left the display in the current position and leaned over the table slightly while looking at the droid. “If you decide that this is a world that you would like to settle your people on and start anew, then we would like to offer our services, for free, to construct buildings, factories, construction facilities, and other utilities.” Once again, she rested her back against the plush chair and folded her arms. “What do you think?”
Anagonia
08-06-2006, 04:47
Prometheus gracefully bowed his Droid-like head towards Amanda with upmost respects to her comments. He was instantly delighted to gather that the Northrop-Grummanians were going WELL beyond the call of duty to their allies. Overjoyed, basically, was the only emotion that came into his mind. The cost of perhaps generations of peoples would now be decreased to the here, now. Indeed, overjoyed filled the parameters for his emotion quite nicely. Knowing that in most of his organic brethrens lifetime they would see and be able to have part in their new home.

Of course, he soon realized after his premature thought, the proper considerations for the homeworld would have to be taken into account. Listening intently to the designations and specifications of the planets, and observing intently the diagrams on the display. Taking in every amount of specified, and written, information, Prometheus promptly came to the conclusion that this was a very suitable system for his Peoples desires.

Nodding at the end of the briefing of the system, his voice sounded more...brightened, upbeat, if that could be given to a droid.

"General Harris, I approve of this system. It matches next to perfection the specifications we need for the rebirth of any official Galactic Nation." He pointed out a few things, including the moons. "These orbital satellites will provide excellent military and economic protection for a new Republic, or whatever system our People chooses. The outer planets will provide excellent colonies and outposts." He nodded one last time, "My great thanks for saving the trouble of my People. We greatly appreciate your sacrifice to us all."
Northrop-Grumman
13-06-2006, 01:16
A warm smile came across the General Harris’ face when she heard Prometheus’ gratefulness. “You’re quite welcome, High General,” she replied politely. “Our people are always willing to lend a hand to an ally in need.”

Meanwhile, moving in and out of the shadows in the background was the Chairman, who was merely finding the perfect place to view the faces of all the participants that were seated around the table. He had wanted to do this in anticipation of the next topic of the meeting, which he was greatly interested in, especially the results of the final decision. Looking over to Harris’ datapad, he saw her scroll down to that very topic and read through the summary carefully. The once cheerful expression on her face changed to one of deep concentration and seriousness. And after a moment or two, she glanced up to the Chairman quickly, then back over to the person she was intending to speak to, Commander Vinan.

“Commander, we at the Corporation would like to thank you for your ingenious maneuver to close down the orbital stargate from our side. You have indeed saved us all from a potentially dangerous situation and have allowed us to effectively sever the gate on the other side from the entire network, thus slowing down the advancement of the Galactic Empire into our territory.”

She adjusted her position in her seat slightly to straighten her back. “But we do realize that we are delaying the inevitable, an attack on both the new Anagonian system and our homeland. On the other hand, your people have proven themselves to be more technologically advanced than we are, something that was definitely confirmed with your dealing with the open wormhole. In light of this, I would like to make a request of your nation, Commander.”

A decision was made by her to cut through the needless talking. “To put it fairly straightforward, we are requesting satellite defense weapons to successfully aid both Anagonia and Northrop-Grumman in the event of an invasion by the Galactic Empire. I do realize that just giving them to us and the Anagonians, people whom you all have never met before this day, would not be fair. Therefore, in return, the Corporation would pay for the construction and maintenance of these satellites for us and the Anagonians and control would remain solely in the hands of your people.” Harris turned her head slightly to Prometheus. “The Indrans have proven themselves to be worthy allies of ours for the past sixteen years. I give you my word that these satellites would be controlled by honorable hands.”

Getting back to the negotiating, she looked back towards Vinan. “In addition to this, we would like to offer you the designs and specifications to the BC-304 class of battlecruisers that we currently use. And, we would construct for you, fifty 304s, all systems intact and functioning as they would have been built for our military, free of charge.”
Indra Prime
13-06-2006, 05:07
Commander Azure Vinan absentmindedly used the stylus to doodle a tesseract while she listened to the gratitude and the subsequent request that was made by General Harris. When she got to the part about the satellite defense platforms, she stopped doodling and looked up slightly taken aback. This was one thing she was not completely prepared for. By the time General Harris reached the part of what her nation would offer for these defensive platforms, she understood why she had been summoned. She would not make this an easy negotiation for them. If they wanted the technology they are asking for, they would have to sacrifice much more than a few trillion credits for construction of the platforms and a few ships and their designs. She looked first at High General Prometheus and then her gaze fell on General Harris and Chairman O’Neill.

“With all due respect, General Harris, what you are asking for is absurd, especially with what you offer as compensation. We were more than happy to provide assistance in the strategic withdraw of the Anagonian Forces through the Orbital Stargate and we were also willing to shut down the gate for you. That is the act of an ally and a friend. However, that being said, you must understand that you are asking for much more than you realize. In order to protect a single planet, it would require at the bare minimum, eight Orbital Weapons Platforms, that is not counting backups. It would also require at least two power cores per weapons platform, again not counting backups. There is also need for shields, sensors, conduits, virtually every aspect of Indran technology.”

She paused slightly to consider whether or not to say what she was about to say and decided, that as strong allies in the past, the Grummans already have a limited working knowledge of Indran history as well as the source of the Temporal Power.

“As your intelligence networks have probably reported to you by now, and from the limited knowledge your scientists have gleaned from the Novus Astrum which you captured some 17 years ago, you are aware that the most advanced Indran technology must be powered by a unique temporal substance that we know as Chronotonium. With our severe losses in the conflict with the Suchae and with the displacement of most of our remaining ships, bases and personnel to an unknown as of yet timeframe, it has become a very scarce and very valuable commodity. What you are asking for is that we turn over a sizeable quantity to an ally and, High General if you’ll forgive me, to a nation with whom we have had absolutely no interactions with and cannot guess the morals and ethics they possess. We have no idea who they will turn around and sell this technology to. Now I know you’re thinking, ‘How bad could that be (worst case scenario)?’ Truth be told, stable Chronotonium has the ability to enhance any temporal technology more than a thousand fold. If this substance fell into the hands of a nation such as TFU or some other Godforsaken group who uses this technology for anything else other than responsible purposes, it could cause a significant problem to the Timeline and that is something we absolutely cannot and will not abide.”

She paused here for a moment to let this sink in and to allow herself to take a sip of water before continuing.


“That being said General, we ARE loyal allies to Northrop-Grumman and just being allies gives you an incredible leg up in negotiation. If you vouch for the responsibility of the Anagonians and say that you would place on the line, every ounce of hard-earned trust that your nation has earned over the years with my people, then we will accept your word that they are honorable people. There will be strict caveats and concessions that absolutely MUST be met or otherwise this negotiation will be dead before it has even begun.”

She looked at High General Prometheus and directed the bulk of what was to be said next at him.

“First and foremost, there will be an agreement signed by the leaders of both Anagonia AND Northrop-Grumman stating that ANY agreement made for the production of Spatiotemporal Defense Technologies on the part of Indra Prime will remain solely between the three nations represented here in this room. Any dissemination of this technology will result in immediate and unconditional hostilities towards the nation who leaked the technology and the nation who received such technology.”

“Now Generals, you need to understand what it is you are asking for. If you are each looking to protect ONE single planet, it will take no less than 8 Defensive Satellite Weapons Platforms, no less than two Chronotonium infused power cores per platform, an array of temporal sensors to identify, assess, chart and target enemy and friendly targets as well as defensive shield technology as these things are a real pain in the ass to replace, not to mention costly. In order to fully protect a single Solar System, it will take at least Fifty Satellite platforms, more if there are more than the average number of planets or solar bodies.”

“There are ways to bypass the multiple power core option by building a single large Temporal Core either on the planet’s surface or in orbit. Each possibility has its advantages and drawbacks. There are many possibilities to doing what it is you desire but I don’t think you are grasping the enormity of the costs involved in this, not just for the production of these satellites, but also for the loss of supplies we will be incurring. Fifty 304’s, their designs and specifications as well as paying for these completely will not be enough, not by a long shot. We will need far greater incentives IN ADDITION to what you are currently offering in order to proceed with any production.”

She paused here, thinking she was done, however she was hit with one more thing she had to mention.

“Oh, General Harris. You should be aware, that before the Novus Astrum was left for your team to find, 95% of the Chronotonium stores on board were removed to prevent the loss of such a valuable asset. Its not that we don’t trust you, we just don’t like having other nations, friend or foe getting their hands on accessible refined Chronotonium.”

With that, she turned off her datapad and leaned back in her chair so she could witness the responses in a more comfortable position.
Anagonia
14-06-2006, 05:04
High General Prometheus had sat and listened as long as he could to the diplomatic and political babble that ensued after his statements. Logging all the important factors of each representatives statements into memory, and bringing back the core meanings of the statements for processing, it wasn't long before he had enough to respond. Of course, he was surprised by the Indranians tone, and the ongoing concern over the technology her nation had. This was quite puzzling, considering he had only gained enough information to respond to a rather straight-forward commentary, and not such a hostile warning slash(/) hostile statement.

Albeit to any other being it would be called "rough negotiations", but to Prometheus he considered it hostile.

Notably moving his arm and finger position more often than before, which indicated to the train observer that his "body language" suggested he was rather agitated towards the Iranians statement. Somehow, through his many process's and core functions, namely that of his biomechancial brain, he restrained himself from a rather unpleasant outburst.

In all honest Prometheus concluded that being Brothers in Arms, the three nations should work together to better the cause of protecting the other, not babble about political nonsense. It was enough to drive ANY General crazy, particularly because the Indranians seemed to be more concerned with numbers than people. Many thousands of innocents were at stake, and technological pride came into the discussion! If it weren't for his emotional inhibitors he would have barged out the door long ago. Prometheus just couldn't stand "pride" in any strand or form, mainly and specifically when it concerned the many innocents, the many lives, and the value of what was at stake.

However, being a mechanical being foremost his logic pathways understood the Indranians position on technology. His final conclusion on the matter was one of moderation, and not of extreme emotion. He retained his distaste for the tone of voice and purpose the Indranian had, even so he had recognized the faults of his abrupt emotional thought pattern. This could not be casted away as mere acceptable content, and the conclusion of his belief of the Indranian pride margin had played a major factor in this.

If not for what he detected in Commander Azure Vinan's blunt vocal and purpose patterns, he would have allows logical sense to calm his mind and maintain his rather peaceful diplomatic stance on the situation. It would be too late to "think" it over again, Prometheus had to say what his mind concluded concerning the matter. When he spoke, his mechanical voice was rather harsh, and deep.

"Commander Azure Vinan, I understand-" understand was lengthened with very heavy wording -"your concern of the technological superiority of your nation, but I WILL point out that this should not play any factor between the likes of this Council we have commenced!"

Now the tone went very heavy, as if from an angered person, expect with the same Droid vocal patterns.

"Let it be known that I am in absolute distaste with the FACT that you should play a card of Superiority in -THIS- meeting. It is logical to acknowledge the benefits of you technology as it had helped us stray from the Sith threat, but it is rather --ILLOGICAL-- to assume just because you gave us valuable time you deserve a higher seating or better offer than my People or the Grummanian people."

The voice tone seemed to calm down a bit, the "emotion" he had seemed to have been placed in the right words.

"Now I will say that if my biomechancial pathways have betrayed me with over-illogical emotion concerning your statement, I apologize to you now. But from what I have concluded you commented concerning your matter, I believe you attempt to gain higher ground and special attention towards your part in this war. I will not tolerate that, I will not have that, and you will be denied it. We are equals, and even if we knew not the other before."

He seemed to regain his posture in the chair, his motions now less-agitated.

"We welcome the Grummian ideas of such planetary defenses, however we retain the Neutronium Source, and it's abilities of power and weaponry, within our capabilities. We can, and more than likely will, make constructs of bases and planetary defenses off this degree of technological significance that we experienced centuries before. Your technology is welcomed, and we will not give it to other people. However any attempts at a superior standing in any matter will not be tolerated by me, or what Government we have managed to form."
Northrop-Grumman
18-06-2006, 03:43
With a heavy sigh of aggravation, Chairman O’Neill leaned his tired head back against the cold metal wall and shut his eyes to clear his mind of all the nonsense that he was hearing from all sides. In his opinion, this meeting was already getting off to a terrible start with a breakdown in negotiations and accusations that were now flowing freely. He contributed most of these problems to the fact that none present were truly diplomats but instead military officers as was he. Often, he admitted to others that he was not even remotely close to handling it all as well as he should but what could he do about it? Those who knew the Chairman well knew that he came from a background of over seventy years of service in the military, and the times that he tried to become a diplomat, he screwed it up horribly. In his mind though, he knew he had to put an end to this soon before the wrong things were said and this new alliance of sorts would be threatened even before it is established.

A slight wave of his wrinkled hand signaled to General Harris that he was about to speak. She immediately turned her thoughts away from a rather mean-spirited reply to the Commander and sought to listen to what her superior had to say.

The Chairman opened his eyes and scanned around the room, looking carefully at those seated at the table. “Look folks, all of us in this room are equals and should be treated as such. I personally believe that, and that’s how it will be as long as you are in my presence. But we also should understand that we are all of different technological backgrounds and specialize in one particular area. Some of us excel in military weaponry, while others focus their efforts on interstellar travel and other things. The point I want to make is that we are equal, but different.”

He slowly moved over behind General Harris’ chair and rested his hands on the back. After a moment of thinking, he gazed down upon Vinan. “Commander, I completely understand how you feel about handing over your technology without something in return. It would be wrong of me to ask of you to do that because your people have worked for millennia to perfect your technology.” He smiled a little and gestured to High General Prometheus. “I was in the same position a long time ago when negotiating with the Anagonians. The plans for the Zereul Class Battle Carriers were given in exchange for one class of their ships and their propulsion systems. Honestly though, I can say that I am glad that I made the decision to trade our technology for theirs. From what I have seen from the battle on the other side of the gate, it certainly helped them escape.” He raised his hands up slightly. “I’m not trying to be prideful or anything, just stating a personal opinion.”

“But, let’s get back on topic.” The Chairman nodded back to Vinan. “I would like to add a few more things to our previous offer. First, the designs and specifications for our Atlantian Class of city-ships that can hold approximately a quarter million people. One of the more interesting features is its ability to take off and land on the surface of a planet. Of course, if you are interested, I can provide you with more details. Some other things that I believe we can offer you is the prototype heavy capitol ship gravity gun for my wife’s flagship project of hers and the new cloaking device designed specifically for foot soldiers. Both work amazingly well in my opinion.” He gestured towards the Commander. “Opinions?”
Anagonia
10-07-2006, 19:50
BUMP for Indra
Anagonia
13-07-2006, 01:14
BUMP
Anagonia
19-07-2006, 22:01
Ker::BUMP::!!!

-Cause an annoying bump can sometimes remind you of your destiny-
Anagonia
22-07-2006, 14:52
EL BUMP-O