NationStates Jolt Archive

~Time for humans is so fleeting… Anisarian thought, as her mind swayed through the Concordance High-Frame.

-How old are you then? Came the voice of Heratasts.

~That you know full well, this year is my 10,000,000,000th anniversary of my Mind-Birth.

-You’re going to celebrate that. Came the smug reply. –I just posted that through the news works…

~You fucking Bastard! Anisarians voice screamed as Heratasts quickly withdrew from the Channel.

Galactic News Channel
Concordance Division

Some time this year, the Lady Anisarian’s 10 billionth Mind-Birth Anniversary. In honour of this event, the Concordance is organizing a Party on the Moon of Jillian. This party is open to those who wish to attend, if transport is not avalible then you can be picked up, just call.

- Heratasts

[OOC: Right, I understand this says anyone can come, but I want to keep this with people I can trust to continue posting. There will be no fighting, keep it mostly civil I don’t care about your problems outside this party inside you will be POLITE. Now the guest List:
No endorse
THe Solarian League
Kaymiril
Tigerlan
Hyperspatial Travel
Godular
Tidan
Lord Namtar
Indra Prime
Balrogga
Yukatania
Chronosia
Siesatia
Unified Sith
Coreworlds]

ooc: Tag to let ya know I'm alive and kicking. I'll post a reply at some point.

Valsharess Kaymiril VII, Annastrianna d' Maril, looked at the invitation to the celebration.

She was unable to attend the event herself due to other events she had to prepare for, and as such she appointed the two best representatives she could think to send.

The first was Ambassador Jeril d' Kestal, son of her Advisor of Foreign Affairs and Steward of the State. He also happened to be her first cousin.

The second was Tarean d' Drasdera, Commander of the Fleet, eldest daughter of Bralais d' Drasdera, Admiral of the Navy, and Streea d' Drasdera, Grand Admiral of the Fleet and Leader of the Armed Forces of Kaymiril -- absolutely loyal. Talrean happened to be her fourth cousin, once removed. Power wedded into power, and it was the d' Maril way of keeping friends close...and enemies equally close.

With d' Drasdera and d' Kestal, though, the Valsharess had little worry...especially not with the two representatives she was sending.


From the Office of the Valsharess
To: The Lady Anisarian

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, Ussta Jalil.

I congratulate you on your achievement of ten billion years, and wish you well both at the present time and in all time to come.

I will not be able to attend your gathering in person, so please accept the arrival of two of my best representatives in my stead.

The first is our Ambassador Jeril d' Kestal, a fine and courteous young man I would be proud to send to any occasion.

The second is Admiral Tarean d' Drasdera, Commander of the Fleet. She is one of our finest military minds, and will make a complement to her d' Kestal counterpart.

L' Revis dos z'hin sila dos ssussun, Valsharess Kaymiril VII

*TAG* for a later post

ditto to what Bal said

The message was Recived by the Federation and President Horner looked over it with excitement in his eyes.

"Wow 10 Billion years. This is an insane amount of time. I wonder how much knowledge she has aquired over that time."

"So sir, who are you going to send I recomend...."

"No, I'm going to attend this one personally."

"But sir, we've just started the colonization effort."

"Yes that is fine and all but this is a large affair and I must go."

From: The Federation
To: The Lady Anisarian

We are happly attenting this monumentous event. Our own president is going to personally attend, Expect our ship to arrive in-system in a few days.

The Universal Council received the invitation and was delighted to send a representative to such a joyous occastion. The only problem was who to send. Various groups inside and out of the government wished to be represented before so many nations.

To: The Ansarii Concordance
Re: Party

We would be happy to join in this celebration for a being as special as Anisarian. So rarely does the universe have the pleasure of carrying a single being for such a long time. We will send representatives to the advertised time and place, and look forward to meeting and celebrating with you.

The Universal Council of Tidan

A small yark shuttle left Tidani space and headed for The Concordance. On board was Korremar, Avatar of Durresh. He had been chosen to represent Tidan as he was not part of any particular political group and was a spiritual leader and hero among the people.

Also with him was Amara, the youngest Master to graduate from the Jedi Temple so far. Her powers were well beyond her years but her experience in the universe was lacking. They had decided that under the watch of Korremar would be an excellent time for her to go out and meet some people. They carried with them a special gift from the planet of Bythan for the birthday girl.

(ooc: Don't worry about the characters, they arn't my regular diplomats and I don't intend to do anything with their powers. I just want to use them a little.)

To the Valsharess

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eClear]
Sender/Reciver
oLady Anisarian
xValsharess Kaymiril VII
Subject
Birthday Celeberations
Body
Vendui, tet Valsharess,
Usstan bel'la dos whol kus ulu nindol xundus. Ol orn tlu bwael ulu inbal nindyn nindel telanth natha seke xanalress h'uena 'sohna, tu'suul dal kl'ae d' nindol Rivvin.
Usstan tlun loff'ta dos ph' kus dosst lodias, rilu'oh, tlu kyone lu' tesso mina qua'laen obok kl'ae d' faer, 'zil ussta lodias ph' naut ulu saph ol.
~Ssinssrigg l' Jallil Anisarian.

To The Federation

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eClear]
Sender/Reciver
oLady Anisarian
xThe Federation
Subject
Birthday Celeberations
Body
Lovely. We would love for you to come. We shall see you upon your arrival.
Please, keep guards to a minimum, our planet is quite secure, It will however be great that you attend.
~Lady Anisarian

To the Tidanii

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eClear]
Sender/Reciver
oLady Anisarian
xThe Universal Council of Tidan
Subject
Birthday Celeberations
Body
Great to know your comming.
I shall see them here then, I would warn you not to bring to many guards, as we are quite secure at this location.
~Lady Anisarian

L' Jalil Anisarian

Malla Jallil Anisarian,

Usstan bel'la dos whol dosst sarn' qua'laen faer, Usstan orn tlu khruste ulu tesso ussta Sut'rinos lu' A'nshal'a qua'laen ol. Tu' ussta d' Kestal lu' ussta d' Drasdera c'rintrin orn daewl ulu flohlu dosst lodias' i'dollen while gaer.

Tlu al, Jalil.

Valsharess Kaymiril VII


Later that same day, Ambassador Jaril d' Kestal boarded the Sarnor with his gift and luggage -- surprisingly little.

It was the Sut'rinos's personal ship...a full sized BattleCraft...weapons dimmed for the peaceful nature of the visit.

He proceeded to the bridge when he was boarded.

"Vendui', Sut'rinos. Lu'oh verve?"

"Nin. Dos zhahen gajen, A'nshal'a."

"T'yin Usstan joros nelgetha."

This was said sincerely, but the Commander looked upon him, slightly disdainful.

D' Drasdera and D' Kestal were the right and left hands of the Valsharess...her gentle hand and her sword and sheild...but between the diplomats and the warriors, there was an old tension.

Jaril sighed. He had the characteristic green eyes of his line, and he wore his hair pulled back behind the ears...an elegant style. His tunic was blue and silver with the bird crest emblazoned upon it. He was fairly tall for one of his race, at 5'5".

The Commander was shorter...only 5', but she had a presence...a power...no one dared cross a d' Drasdera. She would be polite to him at the orders of the Valsharess, no more. She had her long white hair drawn up in a braid so tight it made d' Kestal's muscles hurt, and her deep red eyes saw everything around her.

She didn't stumble as the ship moved...soon they'd be on the Naggeroth moon of Jillian...

IP Flagship Phaeralon, Lieutenant General Thomas Desmond commanding

As he walked the halls on his way to the Engineering deck, Lieutenant General Thomas Desmond thought back over the last thirty-six years he had served in the Indran Temporal Incursion Fleet. In all that time, he had never had a moments rest. Always having assignments that continued to get interrupted or ones that never went according to plan, he was no stranger to that ancient entity known on Ancient Earth as Murphy. Hopefully, he thought, Murphy will leave us the hell alone this time. This is nothing more than an anomaly mapping mission, what could possibly go wrong?

As soon as he thought those words, he heard the familiar chirp of the comm system notifying him that he had been summoned. Cursing softly to himself, he responded.

"Desmond."

The person on the other side of the comm channel was his second in command, Colonel Danica Valtras.

"Thom, we have just recieved a redirect from Haeridan Base."

Not even giving a second thought to the fact that his subordinate used his first name instead of his rank, he thought What could General Vinan want THIS time?? As commander of the Indran Flagship Phaeralon, he was usually given the most sensitive missions to carry out, many of those being diplomatic in nature. Knowing how important it was to keep a close knit leadership, all of his senior officers called him by his first name, when in an informal situation.

"What do they want us to do now?"

"We are being invited to a...mind-birth celebration, whatever that is. For the Lady Anisarian."

The name Anisarian rang a bell but he couldnt quite place it. Then it hit him.

"Naggaroth! Thats where I've heard that name before. What are the details, Colonel?"

"The Celebration is to take place on the Moon of Tyrion some time soon. More information to follow as soon as we acknowledge our participation in the event. I assume."

"Very well, Colonel. Send a reply to Naggaroth. Inform them we will await word on the celebration and we will attend the celebration."

"Right away, sir."



<<<BEGIN Transmission>>>

FROM: Lieutenant General Thomas Desmond, IPFS Phaeralon

TO: The Anisarii Concordance of Naggeroth


RE: MIND-BIRTH CELEBRATION


To whom it may concern. This is official notification that the nation of Indra Prime will be pleased to send representatives to celebrate such a momentus occasion. My vessel, the Indran Flagship Phaeralon has been dispatched and when we recieve more inforamation as to the timing of this celebration, they will arrive at the designated facility. We look forward to the celebration!


Signed,
Lt. Gen. Thom Desmond, IPHC


<<<END Transmission>>>

Reply to the Anisarii Concordance:

We are pleased to send League President Harris to visit you on this momentous occasion. What is the policy on bringing a gift?

[ooc: slight nitpick, Naggeroth isn't a issue in my nations RP name, refere to my nation as the Ansarii Concordance...please?]

To the Indrans

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eClear]
Sender/Reciver:
oLady Anisarian
xLieutenant General Thomas Desmond
Subject:
The Party
Body:
Lovely news to have such esteemed nation arriving to celebrate. It would be a pleasure for us to see you when you arrive.
~Lady Anisarian.

To the Solarin

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eClear]
Sender/Reciver:
oLady Anisarian
xPresident Harris
Subject:
The Party
Body:
This is wonderful news, I cannot wait for your arrival. Presents can be what you feel nessersary, even if you feel what is nessersary is nothing.
~Lady Anisarian.

-click-
"GOOooooooooOOOD MORNING NO-ENDORSE! I'm Lynda Harpie and this is SNN News. Today's top story, John Hendrix, aging football extraordinare, arrested yet again for flying under the influence. The old striker is remembered best for his 'I hate you all and I screw your mothers too' dance after scoring. He-"
-click-
"...And he makes the run... can he make it? GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! THE KNIGHTS WIN IT FOR THE-"
-click-
"-touch that gun one more time and I'll kill ya. Ya hear me Archie? Good. Now, get the-"
-click-
Carl Phelps threw down the remote in disgust. There was nothing good on the TV for the second straight shift in a row, and he was pulling double-overtime. How could a man keep watch over a sensor post if there was nothing to pass the time? and the hyperwave set had nothing good either... just 'country' music everywhere.

However, his boredome was short lived. The transmission over the GNC hit the two-person post like a solar flare. It was short, but it was enough for him to shoot a copy to Sanctuary. Soon enough, he picked up the faint signs of a response being relayed through his station. The Ansarii Concordance would certainly hear from No Endorse.

--OPEN_CHANNEL--
--BEGIN_TRANSMISSION--
--ENCODED=no
--ORIGIN=Galactic Inferno of No Endorse, Ministry of Foreign Affairs
--DESTINATION=To wherever it may concern, the Ansarii Concordance
--SUBJECT= Congradulations and RSVP
--BODY= Greetings and Gods be with you, Anisarian. We are glad to hear from your high-borne nation once again, and far gladder to hear of such a special event. For it is not every year that you turn ten-billion. Indeed, it will happen only once in your lifetime. We would be honored to send a delegate to these proceedings, if it would be acceptable. Lucas Hodges is on his way, he should arrive within pleanty of time for the festivities. I apologize that I am unable to attend, but the Rift in No Endorse must be mended before I may travel abroad again.

Gods be with you, and in thy need.
John Archer, Minister of Foreign Affairs

P.S. He will come in a Bloodhound-class Diplomatic Cruiser, with half a flight of escourting Phoenix Gunships. Please do not be alarmed, this is merely for protection during the journey. They will be stowed onboard once they reach their destination.
--CONCLUDE_BODY--
--END_TRANSMISSION--
--CLOSE_CHANNEL--

The small group tore through space, their sensor reading illuminating scanners across the void. The NES Bloodhound itself had been chosen for this mission. Rumored cursed, this did not deter its passenger in the slightest. This was an inportant function. Things would happen, rumors or no.

We will come

That was the entire message sent to Anisarian, and a simple one, besides. A single craft was prepared, and a single metal-spider sent. It would be the Maker-Mind's avatar, as it felt it needed to know precisely what was going on..

Space became flooded by a thundering cloud of tumultuous cerulean raining a single drop sapphire before fading back into the starlight-stained canvas of the limitless black.

"My Lord, we have arrived." Wei’ak announced as Namtar fiddled with his outfit in deep thought.

Namtar realized it was Hanbi's lack of international support that ultimately lead to his demise; with only local allegiances to draw from his power base was incredibly small and any attempts to usurp the thrown - as proved by Namtar's own actions - would thus be met by little to no external resistance or retaliation. So it was decided that this party would be a good exercise in friend making, and an affirmation of Namtar's position as the new Lord of Hanbi's former domain.

"Very good, Wei'ak. Now I have some instructions to give you before we part our ways."

Namtar was fixing his hand as Wei'ak gently guided the Al'kesh over the moon of Jillian, replacing the normally claw like fingers with ones that were remarkably less sharp and menacing. The naquadah generators that powered the hidden staff cannon and zat'nik'tel weapon were removed, as well as the weapons themselves. The only thing left was the shield generator, but that could not be removed without totally dismantling and ruining the entire artificial limb.

By the time Namtar was done, they had entered orbit over the southern half of Jillian above a surface pocked in habitation domes in sharp contract to the wastelands of the north.

"My Lord, when you are ready." Wei'ak said, standing next to the ring transport controls.

"Why the rush? Eager to get rid of me?" Namtar replied, stepping into the rings. He fixed the obsidian silk of his sash over his right shoulder, where the gold threads incised with thin ruby tongue spiraling around a garnet flame that made the trim would be perfectly aligned with the same trim of his sleeveless robe. The robe was a flowing garment made of the same black material as the sash, and was adorned only with a single red emerald centered over his left breast, in the design of a hellhound snarling in anger. Whereas the sash was full adorned with rare gems of all varieties in surreal geometric and abstract designs that cascaded from largest to smallest, affirming his status as the one and only Lord of Ur’aku.

"Now, before I am off... the Warmaster had a job for you, so follow his commands as you would my own; tell Ya'ar'ch that he is my voice for the people of Ur'aku till I return, and deliver this data crystal to him post haste." He handed Wei'ak a green crystal, cylindrical in shape with a surface glimmering in what looked like bursts of starlight blazing and then fading in slow motion.

Namtar picked up a simple wooden box, no larger than say a watermelon in length and width, completely bare aside from narrow bands of listless silver that made the edges. Through the small cracks that time had inflicted upon the oaken surface, wisps of energy could be seen glimmering through them, radiating into reality before fading into nothing.

Meanwhile, Wei'ak stared in awe at the crystal; he had never seen one quite like it before, so what it contained must have been important. Such tasks were normally carried out by the First Primes of many System Lords. However, it was not until recently that such tasks were laid before him: a Jaffa told many times his shorter than average stature would keep him from ever becoming any System Lord's First Prime.

He was still lost in his thoughts when Namtar started to give an impatient tap with his feet, "Waiting for something?" he said with an impatient glare.

"Er. No. As you wish, My Lord." Wei'ak hastenly activated the ring transport, taking Namtar down onto the surface of an artificial archipelago hidden within one of the moons habitation domes in a blaze of white light incased in ashen discs stacked one on top of the other.

'- From the desk of the office of Lord General Sheikh Navarrone of Auman -

"I've recieved news of your birthday, this is excellent news Lady Anisarian. I was a bit shocked to see it is your ten billionth birthday, possibly a typo? Anyhow, I would like to take the time out of my own busy schedule to celebrate the date of your birth, if you'd allow me.

~Lord General Sheikh Navarrone."