NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: OKay, now you've seen me around in a few threads. Here's your chance to jump into my intro and see how IC relations would go between us.
Oh, and pretty much the only rule is no try to keep the number of ships in the thread to a small number.

IC: Home Reality - Trill Star System - I.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1707-I (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/colossus.jpg) - Bridge

"We are in postion, sir."

"Good. Is the Valkyrie (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/interuniversal_valkyrie.jpg) ready?"

"Almost, my lord. Its going to take far more energy to create and stabalize the rift here than it did to enlarge and stabalize the natural one we discovered."

"I know. Tell them to procede with the operation when ready."

"As you command, Emperor."

Home Reality - Trill Star System - Exterior

The Enterprise, flagship of the Imperial navy, sat motionless as several dwarfed capital ships moved about around her. Larger than the Excalibur class I.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-H, the new Colossus class Enterprise-I outgunned and outclassed everything else the United Empire Of Planets could currently field.

Five A.U.s distant, the Valkyrie, the first ship designed to be able to create an artificial Trans-Dimensional Portal, was busy charging up her capacitors. Within the hour, a beam would shoot from her deflector dish and stop a kilometer distant. There, it would cause the strings that made up the universe to vibrate just right so that an artficial rift was formed. A rift that, in theory, would be identical to the original natural one that had been found and enhanced. Theoritically, by causing the strings to vibrate just so, a rift to any number of realities could be opened, however, the Empire was interested in only one reality at the moment.

1 hour later - Normal NS Reality - Trill Star System

At first, it was a flickering light that came and went. It soon grew and expanded into a full fledged rift in the fabric that seperated the realities. Out of the glowing white expanse of the rift emerged several small groups of ships. Larger ships, like the Enterprise, and large groups of ships would be unable to pass through until the Unimatrix inspired Gate was built around the rift to permamently stabalize it and hold it open. The Imperial forces that had come through, comprised of colony ships, a few cruisers, and several destroyers, spread out through the area checking to see what the native Trill star system was like. Finding that the native symbiotes had evolved, but not the host species, yet, they lay claim to these worlds.

Meanwhile...

On the home reality side of things, several construction ships, some of Romulan design, but most of Imperial design, sped towards the rift with several cargo ships filled with and towing everything needed to build the Gate.

Of course, the amount of energy unleashed during the creation of the rift would sign like a beacon to the sensors of any ship with in a few light centuries.

It was only a matter of time before one of the natives of the breached reality, most likely one from a near-by star system, would arrive to investigate the flare up of energy. Thus, the thirty ships already through worked fast to set things up.

OOC: Bump.

The NZSF Panther a Shadowmancer Class Battlecruiser was out on Deep Space patrol. With the G.F.F.A/GE war rageing most of the Imperial fleet was in key sectors braceing for a possible invasion. The Panther was in a back water system a good four days from Imperial Terrtory at normal hyperspace speeds.

"Ma'am picking up energy readyings in a nearby system." The first officer said looking over his screen on the dark bridge.

Captian Eureka looked over the information herself. She only looked 14 years of age but Fayth age slowler then Humans. Her true age was 23 and had been in battles during the Yevon Rebellion notabley the Battle at the 12th Fleets HQ.

" Any known history of ships in that system?" She said

" None from what we can tell it might be a first conntact but the energy readings seem to be larger and more in number then what is expected of a new race joining the space brotherhood."

" Then it might be a stageing ground for a GE lead invasion into the Imperial Axis. We must check it out we cant allow a invasion force to gather there if that is what it is." Eureka said with a look a slight anger on her face

" Let us hope its not because there is only one of us and there seems to be a few of them." The first officer said

" Maybe so but i didnt earn my rank for being known as a cowrd. Raise shields and arm weapons and set a coarse for the system max speed." Eureka yelled

Red lights lit up the bridge as alarms sounded on the ship " All hands man your battlestations this is not a drill this is not a drill" rang out all over the ship as it entered hyperspace.

OOC: My nations a bit jumpy at the moment.

OOC: Its understandable, NZ.

IC: The thirty ships, composed of group of ten combat ships, a group of ten scouts and interceptors, and a group of ten multi-purpose cargo ships and colony ships, darted here and there deploying their payloads. While not every ship was a dedicated cargo vessel, they all did still have cargo bays that could hold the turrets they were deploying.

" How long untell we arrive?" Eureka said sitting in her captians chair gazeing out into hyperspace

" 20 mintues ma'am." The helm said

As they grew closer to their targets they could now tell there was anywhere from 21 to 30 diffrent ships in the system.

" Any reply from fleet HQ?" She said

" Aye they said they have Admiral Aoshi on standby and can be here four days at max speed." Comm said with a hint of fear

" Enough time for our enemy to have left but soon enough to where finding our corps in space fairly easy." Eureka jokeingly said although the other members of the bridge crew didnt share in her jokeing attitude.

OOC: NZ, check your TGs.

IC: It would take a few days for the construction ships on the Home Reality side of the rift to complete the Gate. Then they would move over to the other side and construct a second Gate. Once both Gates were up and operational, the rift would be stable enough to allow larger groups of ships and larger ships in general to pass through safely.

NS-verse - Twenty Minutes later

A Swift class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/scout_swift.jpg) scout had just finished deploying the final sensor buoy when the N.Z.S.F. Panther dropped to sublight. The small capital ship darted away in the general direction of the rift, which would appear as a giant white fissure in space.

At the same time, the group of combat ships, comprised of three Enterprise class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavycruiser_enterprise.jpg) heavy cruisers, two Stormbringer class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavycruiser_stormbringer.jpg) heavy cruisers, and five Foundation class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavydestroyer_foundation.jpg) heavy destroyers, altered course from patrol around the system towards the new comer Neo Zetan ship.

With the Panther in the system atlast it could get a full view of the ships

" Ma'am they look alot like Fedral Union designs." The sensor officer said

Eureka hailed them befor asking why their engery signatures were slightly diffrent

Attention Ships this is the N.Z.S.F Panther of the Imperial Axis. We demand you state your nation of origion and your reasion for being here. Please be aware we know we are out numbered and outgunned but we are still willing to fight with every bit of energy if you are enemy vessles of the Empire readying a stageing point to attempt a invasion

Eureka and the rest of the crew of the panther could now only wait for them to answer.

NS-Verse - Badlands - Trans-Dimensional Portal Alpha - One hour prior

Out of the gleaming white fissure that was the original naturally created and artificially enhanced rift between the two realities came a one of a kind ship. The design had been 'borrowed' from the Alliance and refit with Imperial technology.

This large ship, previously known as the I.A.S. Khin'Vagh, the first of the Alliance's Khin'Vagh class, also known by the code of D-70, battleships, had been liberated during a raid on an Alliance facility by Imperial backed Romulans. The newly renamed I.S.S. Gecko (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/battleship_khinvagh.jpg), had been designated as the Empire's first and currently only Gecko class battleship. The Gecko still sported a green paint-job similar to the one from her original Klingon design origins. The Imperials who had refit her had decided to leave it be and only added some yellow details.

At around the size of the Empire's own Colossus class vessels, the Gecko had been assigned command of the fleet that would guard the non-home reality version of the Trill star system while the artificially created rift there was being finished so ships of all shapes, sizes, and numbers could pass back and forth through it just like the primary one that she had just emerged from.

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

Captain Renton swiviled his command chair to face the main veiwscreen. While still at the rank of Captain, he had distinguished himself enough that he had been offered upgrades in rank, but he had turned them all down. He preferred commanding a single ship over wings, squadrons, fleets, and the like. This is why Emperor Tiberius had personnally choosen him to command the newly commissioned Gecko on her first mission.

"So," he said, "This is what the other side looks like. Not much different from home."

"Scans have indicated that this reality has a quantum resonance only a few microns different from our home reality. Thus, its most likely all the planets we know are in the same spots. Though, its also quite likely that some differences exist," reported the ship's science officer, Lieutentant Commander Saavik.

"Sir," reported the helm officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade Weasly Crusher, "We have clearance to proceed through the Transwarp Hub for the Trill star system at your discression."

"Make it so," ordered Renton.

The great ship plunged into the swirling vertex of one of the Transwarp Gates that was part of the Empire's giant Transwarp Gate Hub for this reality. With the enhancements and alterations that had been made to the design, the Imperial Gate Hubs had far superior range and provided quicker travel times than the original Borg models that it was based on.

NS-Verse - Trill Star System - Present

The Gecko emerged from the green swirling vortex that marked the interface between the Transwarp Corrider and Real Space at a distance of one A.U. behind the Panther.

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"Captain," reported Saavik from her station, "sensors indicate a ship of native origin to this reality between us and the ships sent to secure this system."

"Interesting," replied Renton, "Comm, open a channel. Lets see who they are, why they are here, and what they want."

"Aye, sir."

"Tactical," he continued, "Take the ship to Yellow Alert, for now."

Lieutenant Tuvix nodded and worked as his consol. Tuvix had replaced a Vulcan male named Tuvok at tactical aboard the Gecko when Tuvok had been promoted to Lieutenant Commander and assigned to tactical aboard the I.S.S. Titan.

Messages

Transmitted to the Panther on all frequencies on all channels in all known languages:

This is Captain Renton of the Imperial starship Gecko. You are presently within space claimed by the United Empire Of Planets. Indentify yourselves, why you are here, and what you want. You have one Terran hour to respond.

" Imperials? Untied Empire of Plants. By the gods it sounds like the This is a GE fleet to me. I say we strike fast if we attack that ship first we can atleast try and take it out befor the others swarm." The Imperial Guard Information Officer said.

" Once agian you Imperial Guard dogs show how hasty you are to join battle. Its wierd if they were with the GE wouldnt they have attacked by now? Lets hold off from attacking for now but have weapons target them. Just to let them know we arnt playing around useing your best judgement target what you think to be their bridge and engianeering sections." Captian Eureka said

Starship Gecko this is Captian Eureka of the N.Z.S.F Panther of the Imperial Axis of Neo Zeta. We have come here becuase we dont know who you are or where you come from. Our recordeds show this system to be void of any advanced lifeforms. And now my ships happens to find a group of ships claiming this system and setting up what could be a stageing point to attack Neo Zeta with rumores running around of a GE planned invasion. Now how am i suppose to take this? Am i to assume its all a misunderstanding? Declear you're affliation now our face the wrath of the Imperial Axis and her full fleets.

The Imperial Guard Information Officer was pleased to see the Captian take a strong stance. She had no choice if it was a Imperial Strike force her nation would be at risk.

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"Sir, they are targeting weapons."

"We would be doing the same if our roles were reversed."

"Agreed, but I still recommend we take a more agressive posture."

"Your recommendation is noted, but lets try to defuse the situation. This is not the Alliance we are dealing with, so our standard procedures will probably have differing results. And don't forget the Emperor ordered that all first contacts in this reality be treated differently from the ones in our home reality. There we are one of the top dogs, here we are but mere pups."

"Understood, sir."

Response message:

We do not come from this system nor this reality, Captain Eureka. We only crossed the border between realities recently and have no current stake in the politics of this reality, yet. Nor do we wish to start agressive conflict with a native group before we are ready.

We will remain at Yellow Alert with our defenses on-line and our weapons off-line. Do note, however, that can change in a matter of moments if you decide to star shooting. We will not take the first shot here today.

As the Ferengi say, "Peace is good for business."

" Could they be telling the truth?" Eureka asked the sensor officer

" Well the readings we got from that flash of light in theory could have been a gateway to another reality. However that is only a theory."

"Very well then lets take their word for now." She said

Very well even tho we dont trust you we will take your word for now. We will be powering down weapon systems. We however do wish to know what it is you want here.

Tag

The Prophet sat, waiting. Listening. Preparing. Everything was ignored, disturbances tuned out, the chatter of the surrounding lesser beings ignored. Until it was directly addressed.

"Holy one."

"Speak, why have you disturbed me?"

"There is an anomalous reading Holy One. We seek your wisdom."

"What of this "reading"? If it seems strange, investigate it."

"Yes Holy One." the Elite turned from the Prophet, directing the crew to bring them out of Slipspace as near to the anomaly as possible.

A pair of vessels, bulbous and insectoid craft, emerged from the twisted void of Slipspace. One, the Truth and Reconciliation, emerged first, examining the situation for a moment, before the second followed. Larger and more powerful, the flagship ws awesome to behold, bristling with plasma turrets, and gleaming in the depths of space with its own internal light.

Transmission to the infidel vessels:

We are the Covenant. Guided by the light of the forerunners, join youselves to us or be destroyed.

The Gecko maintained its yellow alert status and position while the original ten combat ships in the system banked towards the new arrivals.

The lead Enterprise class cruiser, simply the lead because it was in front, sent a message to the Covenant ships:

You dare threaten the United Empire Of Planets? Know this, if the Emperor had not given direct orders not to start wars in this reality you would have been roasted for such imputance.

And it would be a wise move to move away from the rift's apature. No telling when something will come through. You wouldn't see it coming.

Now, as you are in our space, state your business with us.

The Gecko monitered the exchange carefully. Captain Renton sent a message to the Panther:

What we want is to survive. With the two main powers of home, us and the Alliance, in control of the majority of the galaxy and, with the current trend of peace between the two, things have gotten very repetetive(sp?). Thus, you can say, we're looking for something to keep from being bored out of our skulls.

So what you're saying is you cant beat tha Alliance and they cant beat you. So you look to expand here hopeing for a easier time is that what it boils down to? If so you picked the wrong place to come to. Eureka laughed a little at the thought of anyone thinking comeing here might be easier to expand with all the super power roaming around.

The Panther also kepts its eyes on the new arrivels but would be able to deal with any attack made. The Shadowmancer class Battlecruiser was Equal to a advanced ISD but with a little more in the speed department.

OOC: Dont forget about the Orb thread i am trying to get it to pick back up now that Seph has calmed down.

OOC: I'm not. Just finished re-opeing all the threads I was keeping track of (I had to turn my comp off last night due to a storm).

IC: Response message:

More exactly, we came here more to experience new things. We have no current need to expand our territory. We have plenty of space in our home reality.

As for the Alliance, its a back-and-forth thing. First we control Terra back during the days of the Terran Empire, then the Alliance takes Terra for a century or so, and now we have regained control of Terra with the formation of the United Empire Of Planets and have held it ever since.

To be honest, after you've defeated the Borg, fought the Alliance to a standstill, and gained control of pretty much half of an entire galaxy, there's not much to do. As you can guess, that gets pretty tideous(sp?) after a few decades. The Tholian, Gorn, Bajorans, and Ferengi have kept to themselves lately and seem to be managing their areas of space quite well on their own. Thus, we needed something to do to avoid stagnating as an empire.

We knew other realities existed for several centuries, since the days of the old Terran Empire. While the specific details are classified, there have been incursions from our reality to another and vise-versa in the past. Though, I highly doubt it was this reality but another one.

Now that the formalities are out of the way, would you and your senior staff mind joining me and my senior staff for dinner?

The Gecko maintained its yellow alert status and position while the original ten combat ships in the system banked towards the new arrivals.

The lead Enterprise class cruiser, simply the lead because it was in front, sent a message to the Covenant ships:



The Gecko monitered the exchange carefully. Captain Renton sent a message to the Panther:

Transmission to the infidels:

You are within our sphere of influence here, degenerate. You will answer to our will. You have defiled this place with your presence. Your destruction is the will of the gods, and we are their instrument. Will you oppose the will of the gods, or go peacefully into oblivion?

Transmission to the infidels:

You are within our sphere of influence here, degenerate. You will answer to our will. You have defiled this place with your presence. Your destruction is the will of the gods, and we are their instrument. Will you oppose the will of the gods, or go peacefully into oblivion?

Response:

You come into our space and threaten us multiple times. We were more than lenient with you in regards to the warning we sent in our last message.

You will now turn your arrogant butts around or be destroyed like the dogs you are.

Response:

Then your death is upon your own head. Be at peace, for it is the will of the Gods.

Onboard the Truth and Reconciliation plasma turrets began charging. Mighty weapons, capable of cleansing worlds and destroying infidel vessels with ease. These were obviously arrogant humans, fit for elimination. Torpedo tubes locked on, and Seraph Fighters scrambled from their launch bays to harrass the enemy vessels. There were more of them, but their design was inferior, and they lacked the raw firepower of the Truth and Reconciliation, and Ascendant Justice, vessels unmatched in the Covenant fleets for sheer brutality and prowess.

With plasma coils fully charged on the Ascendant Justice, a trio of scalpel thin beams of plasma blossomed through space, targetting on the enemy lead vessel. Swift moving, they were guided into their targets with matchless precision by the ships onboard AI. The first blow had been struck, now it was time to see how things would play out.

Its your funeral then.

The ships of the U.E.P. had a chance to demonstrate why they triumphed over the Borg in the first place, and that was prior to having Borg tech added to them.

The trio of plasma beams struck the shields of the lead Enterprise class heavy cruiser in a nova of colors. At the instant of contact, the other ships scattered and began darting about at full combat speeds of around 0.998c using their hyper-impulse engines. Scintillating beams of death rained at the Covenant ships from every direction as the ships fired their phasers. Each beam of the arrays carrying several thousand terawatts of power each. Torpedo ammo was being conserved, for now.

Captain Renton watched everything via a magnified image on the main viescreen on the bridge of the Gecko while he awaited a response to the invitation he had sent from Captain Eureka of the Panther.

Sometimes a single event can change the history of entire galaxies. A single confrontation, a single action at the apex of time, the juncture of space, can spawn unfathomed nightmares; and set whole universes to the tumultuous flame. Such is the way that new states of being are attained; new graces achieved. This is one such moment; a moment to explore the tenuous bridge that binds realities. The black eve of terrible and tempting first Contact.

The Imperium watches.

Across the vast expanses of space claimed by the sons of Chaos; by those bastard children of the De Drakan line; sensors begin to register the growing anomaly in the state of being. The gaping wound in the fabric of this existence. This is not some terrible portal into the hallowed warp; no Lucian’s Maw or Eye of Terror to swallow up existence. Instead it is a doorway; a gateway to limitless new expanses of space and territory, a new universe; as ripe and splendid as the present ones. A message is sent, the auguries of such things determined and fathomed to pristine measurements; exact sciences.

The Emperor waits, till all is assembled, locations, data, an entire stream of presumption and delighted yearning. An order slips from his eternal, worshipped lips. And his will was enacted.

A vessel cuts through the fabric of existence like a hot knife through butter, scything through the very Materium in a blazing burst of incandescent energy and writhing force. The warp bursts forth against reality like the unfurling petals of a flower, straining against the structure and order of the universe; as a vessel slides forth from its centre.

It is a Retaliator class Grand Cruiser that comes to greet them; an immense and archaic vessel of sepulchral war and conquest. Upon its deck,. Lord Admiral Matthias Constantine waited and watched, his eyes drifting out across the gathering of vessels and the drama unfolding even now. A smile crossed his lips as he turned to the Diplomat at his side; the Adept from hallowed Chronosia, sent with the very blessing of the Emperor to negotiate HIS will.

“We have arrived” The admirals booming voice echoed about the colossal expanse of the bridge, hardwired servitors worked to maintain the ponderous systems of the ancient construction, tech-priests invoked the holy rites of the Machine, tending to the bound spirit-servants of the Machine God within the immense vessel.

“Excellent, most excellent, you’ve done your job well Admiral, now we simply need to open communications and engage those who are at the centre of this rather amusing diversion. We can do that now.”

Blessed be we who come in His name, bringing His word to the far corners of the Stars. We are the Imperium; the sons of Chaos, the heirs to untold power, the true saviors of Mankind. Identify yourselves and the manner of your arrival. We would have words with you. I repeat, we are of the Chronosian Imperium; mighty beyond reckoning in His sight, bound by blood and ancient loyalty to the divine Emperor of Mankind, Scion of Chaos and Lord of the Immaterium. Answer us now, or know the strength of humanity’s finest warriors; its greatest pinnacle, its truest sons.

We would be honored for you to have us over. We can depart for your ship in half a hour.

As Eureka sent the message to the Gecko she was informed of the Chronosian vessle that had arrived.

" My my things could pick up. They are battleing these new guys and now the Sons of Chaos arrive. Well they did say they came here so they could have somthing to keep their empire on their toes. Seems they got what they wanted."

Messages

Response to the Chronosian transmission from the Gecko:

While I'm not absolutely certain what it is you just said, but it sounds to me that what I did understand could be summed up in a more effecient manner.

As for who we are, we are representatives of the United Empire Of Planets. We came to this reality and claimed this star system through the rift, which won't be fully stabalized for a minimum of two more weeks, which you see here and another in a more secured location.

We wish no conflict with you. Though, if you think we contridict that with the little scrap going on, you should know that they came here, threatened us, claimed our space as their own, demanded we join them or be destroyed, saying it was the will of some gods of theirs, and fired first.

Feel free to come over to my ship and join me and my senior staff for dinner. It may or may not be more conducive to discuss these things face-to-face.

Response to the Pathfinder from the Gecko:

Take as much time as you need, Captain. We don't intend on going anywhere soon. Of course, you should know that, to keep things from getting out of hand, the new arrivals have also been invited.

Captain Renton then transmitted an uncoded message in the general direction of the combat. Anyone who picked it up could read it easily.

It read:

Stop playing with them and finish it!

"Efficient, more efficient, oh I like them" The Adept grinned wistfully, chuckling softly as he leant forward, beginning to speak; voice booming over the vox and carried swiftly to the other vessel, all the while with delighted mockery upon his lips. He was going to enjoy this, one way or the other. An entire Company of Steel Fists stood ready to guard his life, led by one Ragnar Ironfist, Warsmith and Lord Commander.

I shall accept your invitation and hopefully school you in some truely Chronosian manners. You are a proud people, arrogant too, this is abundantly clear. Thankfully, we can be yet more arrogant. You have the audacity to presume authority in a reality not even yours; you claim to hail from ancient Terra itself; hallowed Terra, even to hold it as your own.

We shall most certainly have words; I make only two demands. I be accompanied at all times by my bodyguards, and you allow a group of our Tech Priests to assess the nature of the technology used in your vessel. Accordance must be met to ensure that mankinds purity remains intact. Precautions, you understand, to make sure that you are not degenerate Xeno filth, and that you do not conspire with such.

At this point you must surely be wondering who I am...I am Actaeon Admetus; I am the negotiator.

OOC: Oh, now this is interesting. TAC thinks he can use his nation with a population of five million and handful of ships against me, a nation of around 1.5 billion with about 1,500 ships. Lol. Don't you just love it when the newbs are n00bs as well?

IC: Response to the Chronosian message:

Wait a few weeks and we will be able to take you through the rift to show you our Earth, heart of the Empire.

As for your request reguarding our technology, while some military secrets must be kept, as for everything else, I don't see why not.

In regards to your bodyguards, I wouldn't expect anything less. Any leader foolish enough to go into a potentially hostile enviroment without any would deserve what they get. Agreed?

Of course, that's as long as they fit. This ship is only so big and can't fit that many guests aboard.

Hmm, before I forget again, I also need to introduce myself. I am Captain Renton of the I.S.S. Gecko. As the officer placed in charge of this system by direct order of the Emperor, for now, that qualifies me to speak for the Empire as a represenative.

As we don't know your dietary requirements, nor if something we consider a delicacy could be hazardous to your health, I request that you send over some info so we can have our kitchen staff prepare a meal for you that won't cause you harm.

Feel free to sit back and enjoy the show while we deal with those imputant dogs aboard the ships claiming to be from the Covenant.

Meanwhile...

Over at the battle, a Foundation rose in the positive direction on the Z-axis directly in front of the Truth and Reconciliation and fired a trio of Photon Torpedoes at point blank range aimed directly at the Covenant vessel's bridge. An Enterprise came at the bridge from a slightly longer distance and from behind with a trio of Quantum Torpedoes.

OOC: Oh, now this is interesting. TAC thinks he can use his nation with a population of five million and handful of ships against me, a nation of around 1.5 billion with about 1,500 ships. Lol. Don't you just love it when the newbs are n00bs as well?

IC: Response to the Chronosian message:



Meanwhile...

Over at the battle, a Foundation rose in the positive direction on the Z-axis directly in front of the Truth and Reconciliation and fired a trio of Photon Torpedoes at point blank range aimed directly at the Covenant vessel's bridge. An Enterprise came at the bridge from a slightly longer distance and from behind with a trio of Quantum Torpedoes.

OOC: If I were a n00b, I would not know enough to say that you are wanking here. I have not been given an opportunity to respond to your first attack. What gives you the right to initiate a second when I might have fired all of my weapons at one of your ships and destroyed it? But no matter. You are boastful and arrogant both in and out of character. Size does not a victory make. What matters is my skill.

IC:

It was too late for the attacking vessels to hit. The Truth and Reconciliation had already disappeared into the maelstrom of slipspace. It reappeared behind the first opposing vessel, unleashiung a full barrage of torpedoes into the nacelles, an obvious weakness. Two plasma turrets lanced hate through space, shattering the void, and clawing away at anything they trouched. Any strike that penetrated the shields would be fatal, since they contained the power to melt planets. What was the hull of a frail ship compared to the surface of a world?

The Ascendant Justice ripped loose another trio of deadly strkes, hammering away with matchless precision against the shields of the opposing vessels. Torpedo launchers were ready, and they fired, bringing even more death and chaos to this already brutal affray. A pair of weak beams spattered harmlessly across the fore shields of the mighty flagship, doing not much more than superficial damage to the defenses power level.


Seraph Fighters screamed through the area, hammering out bolts from Fuel Rod Cannon, and targetting their own Torpedoes on obviously vulnerable sections. Nacelles, saucer linkages, weapons emplacements. Anything that could cripple or destroy an opponent was a legitimate target. They were mostly ignored by the weak vessels, regarded either as not threatening, or not important. They would be proven wrong. Elites and Jackals prepared to lead Grunts against the enemy if they were foolish enough to attempt a boarding action, and silently, the Prophet watched.

OOC: - he's not wanking; he hasn't called your damage, just added another attack; which as far as I know is perfectly legal now…IC…and yes; skill is good and you RP well.

IC:

A flash of blue light, small flashes and a large burst of energy as a spinning vortex was punched through from the sea of red and black of Hyperspace to normal space the swirling blue and white jump point flickered shimmering against the night. Another flash of white and two Sabre space Superiority fighters exited the vortex followed by a 1700meter long Ikari class battleship.

The brown metal armoured hull sailing though the endless night. The words "The Alexia" written either side of the forward hull in white with the gun ports closed, the ship didn't look that intimidating; Since the induction of the Tellus Class; many Ikari Class ships had been re-assigned for deep space exploration.

"Captain Valentine ma'am" replied the officer Zanku manning Sensors; "I'm reading the spatial anomaly that we detected interfering with local Hyperspace around 30 clicks from here" he added.

"Good, Helm plot us a course to investigate" Elaine Valentine commanded. Everything had calmed down since the war ended and Elaine was happy for the change in routine.

"Ma'am; detecting a number of vessels in the area; some of which seem to be engaged in combat" Zanku reported again.

"Ma'am should we open our gun ports?" Ms Lilica Strafe asked looking up from tactical.

"No; don't want to appear hostile; but raise Mobius Energy shields and set condition 2, be ready to open gun ports should the need arise; and prep the alert fighters for launch" she commanded.

"Aye, Aye" came the reply; "Shields are up, Condition 2 set throughout the ship"

"Alexia; open communication channels", Elaine ordered; the ships AI a woman with long dark hair nodded and complied a small beep running through the bridge to confirm "Channel open; all frequencies, all known languages in the database", Alexia replied.


"This is the Animarnia Defence Force Battleship Alexia we have detected an unstable spatial anomaly in this sector causing problem in local Hyperspace and chose to investigate…please acknowledge"


Elaine Valentine waited for any reply that might come

OOC: - he's not wanking; he hasn't called your damage, just added another attack; which as far as I know is perfectly legal now…IC…and yes; skill is good and you RP well.

IC:

A flash of blue light, small flashes and a large burst of energy as a spinning vortex was punched through from the sea of red and black of Hyperspace to normal space the swirling blue and white jump point flickered shimmering against the night. Another flash of white and two Sabre space Superiority fighters exited the vortex followed by a 1700meter long Ikari class battleship.

The brown metal armoured hull sailing though the endless night. The words "The Alexia" written either side of the forward hull in white with the gun ports closed, the ship didn't look that intimidating; Since the induction of the Tellus Class; many Ikari Class ships had been re-assigned for deep space exploration.

"Captain Valentine ma'am" replied the officer Zanku manning Sensors; "I'm reading the spatial anomaly that we detected interfering with local Hyperspace around 30 clicks from here" he added.

"Good, Helm plot us a course to investigate" Elaine Valentine commanded. Everything had calmed down since the war ended and Elaine was happy for the change in routine.

"Ma'am; detecting a number of vessels in the area; some of which seem to be engaged in combat" Zanku reported again.

"Ma'am should we open our gun ports?" Ms Lilica Strafe asked looking up from tactical.

"No; don't want to appear hostile; but raise Mobius Energy shields and set condition 2, be ready to open gun ports should the need arise; and prep the alert fighters for launch" she commanded.

"Aye, Aye" came the reply; "Shields are up, Condition 2 set throughout the ship"

"Alexia; open communication channels", Elaine ordered; the ships AI a woman with long dark hair nodded and complied a small beep running through the bridge to confirm "Channel open; all frequencies, all known languages in the database", Alexia replied.



Elaine Valentine waited for any reply that might come

OOC: AB, it is generally considered proper to allow your opponent to respond to your first attack before you make another. He has not met that standard of RP it would seem. For myself, it seems proper to object more, but I will leave it alone. This should be fun to watch. Covenant against Trek, and may the best humanoid genocidal plasma-wielding troupe of religious zealots win.


EDIT: I am also reasonably certain that relativity set in at .99c. What would this mean for Jarvon? Well, his ships would be moving rather swiftly, but time dilation would screw with his ability to function as an effective military force. He is experiencing time at a slower rate than the rest of the world. By rights, he doesn't even know that the Covenant are still shooting at him. I'm REASONABLY certain that applies in this case. I'll find a physicist and get back to you.

OOC: AB, it is generally considered proper to allow your opponent to respond to your first attack before you make another. He has not met that standard of RP it would seem. For myself, it seems proper to object more, but I will leave it alone. This should be fun to watch. Covenant against Trek, and may the best humanoid genocidal plasma-wielding troupe of religious zealots win.

OOC: Good practice yes *nods* I agree; and yes should be interesting.

[ooc: Right, now, before I post. This is just insane, Jarvon/SeaQuest, please, slow the fuck down. At the speeds your moving, your running into the following problems
~Time Dialation: For every 1 unit of time that occurs to your crew, 5 units of time are occuring to the outside world. Effectivally, to your crew, everything else is moving 5 times as fast, cause for your crews to do something that takes 1 second the enemy has several seconds to wait.
~KE Impacts on your ships: At that speed, Space Dust is going to impact, and its going to do so with alot of force, effectivally the same force as Weapon fire.
~People smushing against the walls, you went from practically no speed to a very fast speed in next to no time. People are going to go splat on the walls.
And now, to post!]

The COV Emaculate Purity shot through space, like a bullet. Actually, thats a lie, the bullet would be going much slower, something like a few hundred m/s, while the ship was currently pulling off 2e12 the speed of light, about two thirds of its max speed. What exactly was it trying to achive? We haven't a fucking clue. Lets find out.

~Fucking Alternate Dimensional Wankers~ came the ships thoughts as it shot through space. Its sensors had picked up a Space Rift, followed soon after by a Warp Fracture. Where they in any way related was not his concern. He had sent the message to his superior, and gotten back the command to check it out.

So here he was, pushing about 2/3 of his FTL power to check it out. Quite quickly, he came upon the system in question, cutting his engins and Phasing Back into reality.

[Wide-Hyperbroadcast, eGal-Stand]
Sender/Reciver:
oCOV Emaculate Purity
xAlternate Dimensional Wankers
Subject:
Do you have to?
Body:
Hi there.
I am the Occulta Vessel Emaculate Purity, I have been sent by my superiors to ask you to nicely close the gaping big hole in reality.
Yea I know, you probably think how funny we get sentimental over it when people open big gaping holes into our reality, but we like it the way it is, so we would prefere it if you could come up with some better way to get here then leaving a massive gash in OUR Reality.
Also, whoever was the cause of the Warp Fissure would you please go back to the daemon infested wasteland that you came from? We don't really want you here ether.
~COV Emaculate Purity

It occured to the Occulieugen when he realised who he had sent that he had fucked up...the Emaculate Purity was one of the Occulta Fanatics, over-rash and rude.

Oh well...the Occulieugen quickly changed the report, ommiting his name or sending signal. If something bad came out of this...the blame wasn't comming back to him.

OOC:
@TAC: if you think ST tech is a pushover, then you've got another thing coming.

As for the battle, just because you don't RP doesn't mean it isn't still going on. And last I checked, there has only been one attack, yours on my ships.

Now, if you think I'm going to let you GM and wank your way out of the butt-kicking you are going to get, then dream on.

And of course plasma can glass planets. Plasma = heat. Heat + dirt = glass.

Now, whomever's puppet you are, play nice.

@MM: As the thread originator, I'm only going to ask this once. If you are just going to criticize a tech you know nothing about, then leave my thread.

@Nagg: There is a reason 0.25c is the standard STL cruise speed. Realtivisitic effects.

Of course, after centuries of refining the technology, Impulse drives gave way to the Hyper-Impulse Engines in the late 24th century, several centuries prior to my set IC time frame. They work via similar technology as the Warp Drive, by encapuslating the ship in a subspace field that allows the ship to approach c speeds while at subluminal velocities and, when applied using the Warp Drive, c+ superluminal FTL velocities.

Of course, the injection of anti-matter into the Hyper-Impulse fusion reactors helps as well, if decreases service life. That's why that option is reserved for as needed use (kind of like a Nitrous Oxide system in a car).

Its kind of hard to explain a sci-fi tech to someone who isn't aware of the basics without going deep into tech talk.

As for KE impacts, that easy. ST navigational deflector systems were designed to 'push' objects, like space dust, to the side while at superluminal velocities.

In regards to inertia, inertial dampners are not just ST tech, but are widespread across NS. How else would a Star Destroyer's crew survive entering Hyperdrive?

I know my tech and its strengths and weaknesses. So, please don't tell me how fast I can and can't go.

@All: Remember, I am ST MU based tech, not hardcore RL based FT tech. You want a hard science based FT RP, go start your own damn thread.

IC: Messages

Response message to the Alexia from the Gecko:

You have entered a star system claimed by the United Empire Of Planets. The anomaly, as you call it, is quite stable and is of our doing.

If you are concerned about being drawn into the combat, never fear. For unless you take an agressive action like those Covenant fools did by threatening us, claiming our space as theirs, and firing the first shots, then you will be fine.

Response message to the Emaculate Purity from the Gecko:

This star system has been claimed and is currently controled by the United Empire Of Planest, last I checked.

As for the rift, we put too much time, effort, and resources into opening this one to close it without good reason. I'm afraid you haven't provided a good enough one that would compensate for the monetary, material, and manpower used up.

As for this 'Warp Fissure' you mentioned, that term is not in our databanks so I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about.

OOC: Nagg, that's Chrono you just told to leave. So, I'm going to stay out of that and see how he handles it.

IC: Battle

The targeted enemy ship had pulled one of the oldest tricks in the books, going FTL to avoid being hit by the torpedoes. However, unfortunately for them, all six continued tracking their target, it would only take longer to hit her.

As for the enemy's own torpedo shots at the lead Enterprise's naccelles were mostly counted by precision phaser fire as the multi-terrawatt beams lanced out. The few that managed to get through splattered harmlessly against the shields of the ship. Rated to be able to stand weapons much more powerful than the pathetic, low powered plasma weapons and torpedoes of the enemy, the drop in shield strength was fractional, at best.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Reading multiple fighter launches. Should we launch our own?"

"Negative. Destroy them with the phasers."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

Beams of golden-red energy lanced out again and again at the fighters. These anti-capital ship rated weapons easily swatted the Seraph fighters from the sky like the gnats they were.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Sir, recieving a message from the Gecko. We are being ordered 'stop playing with them and finish it'."

"Very well," sighed the Captain, "Tactical, arm the specials. And jam all their comms."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

Green, Borg based adaptive tractor beams lanced out from several directions towards the enemy ships. The three Covenant ship's were trapped in a web of tractors that would hold them in position while they constantly modulated and worked their way through the pathetic shielding these ships had to lock onto the hulls directly. Once through, the Borg based cutting beams would come into play to cut into the engines of the Covenant vessels. Meanwhile, once the shields of the Truth And Reconciliation were breached, Imperial troops would be beamed over. Of course, troops would be beamed over to the ships as well, but priority was given to the flagship of this little group of weak trouble makers.

With the network of tractors holding the Covenant ship's in place, any attempt to go FTL would tear them apart rather quickly.

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"I hope those Covenant fools don't make me angery and cause me to come over their and destroy them," thought Captain Renton, "While weaker than us in some ways, this Covenant apparently has technology and abilities we don't, so I hope we are able to take at least one of those bastard's ships intact."

Actaeon grinned softly, watching the unfolding cacophany of unrivalled madness and war amongst the stars. These new aliens were young and vigorous, bursting with strength and hatred for humanity. What prey they would make, what glorious sport...These thoughts, of course, could wait for later. There was diplomacy to be done; negotiations to be made; and so he slowly began to ponder his reply, fingers drumming against a console as he let his thoughts run riot.

Evidently this was some advanced human to humanoid race, hailing from an alternate reality; an alternate galaxy. There, an Empire of Mankind held sway, not in the conventional sense of Emperor and Imperium; Gods no; but in some other order, an order with abhorrent technology, unsanctified by the Machine God; untouched by the hands of gloriopus Chaos. This situation called for tact; subtlety.

We eat anything; and my bodyguards are immunse to most known toxins, poisons and illnesses anyway; so such matters should not be a problem. We both seem to be human, so the differences between us should be minimal at best, one would hope. We are coming now; and I suggest you make ready for our arrival. You will find my power is limitless; my patience, however, can tend to be a bit short.

I come in the name of the Emperor and the Gods to negotiate with you; but taint is something we of the Imperium do not take lightly. Such things must be weighed and quantified before your purity can be verified. It is the destiny of all of Mankind to be found worthy and pure in the sight of the Chosen

The Thunderhawk gunship launched almost immediately after; heading for whatever docking bays the vessel possessed. With the whine of hydraulics it lowered itself, squatting upon mechanical legs, as the back slid open; a ramp unfolding, and the Adept striding forth. He was dressed entirely in black, a long coat framing his majestic form as he moved; he wore a suit of black silk, complimenting his pale skin, dark eyes and almost ebony hair. He smiled slightly, before his entourage began to file out. At his side, two black robed figures moved with the adept; one was a woman,beautiful; her flesh pale and well-maintained; the other was a man, his shaven head gleaming in the half-light, his arms folded behind his back.

Clad in gleaming silver power armor, lined in gold, steel and wrought iron designs, the Steel Fists sallied forth next . The Warsmith, his face hidden behind an ornate helmet, followed at the Adept's back while the Marines, approximately 5 of them, moved in unison behind them. Along with them came two robed figures, features hidden beneath red hoods.

Tendrils snaked from their robes as they glanced around, hoods falling back to reveal pallid flesh, flesh terminating in metallic implants, bionic eyes staring forth from the necrotic tissue of the sanctified skin. These were the priests of the Machine; the Adeptus Mechanicus given over to assure absolute technological analysis. Softly, feeling their feet upon the heretical construct, they began to whisper the sanctified prayers to the Machine, before one of their voices boomed across the Vox-caster imbedded within his throat

"I see no compliances to standard designs or known Xeno forms; no obeisances to the holy Machine."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Adept" Actaeon smirked softly. "Let us first see what our guests are made of, hm?"

To the other vessel a single message was uttered;

No

OOC:
@TAC: if you think ST tech is a pushover, then you've got another thing coming.

As for the battle, just because you don't RP doesn't mean it isn't still going on. And last I checked, there has only been one attack, yours on my ships.

Now, if you think I'm going to let you GM and wank your way out of the butt-kicking you are going to get, then dream on.

And of course plasma can glass planets. Plasma = heat. Heat + dirt = glass.

Now, whomever's puppet you are, play nice.

@MM: As the thread originator, I'm only going to ask this once. If you are just going to criticize a tech you know nothing about, then leave my thread.

@Nagg: There is a reason 0.25c is the standard STL cruise speed. Realtivisitic effects.

Of course, after centuries of refining the technology, Impulse drives gave way to the Hyper-Impulse Engines in the late 24th century, several centuries prior to my set IC time frame. They work via similar technology as the Warp Drive, by encapuslating the ship in a subspace field that allows the ship to approach c speeds while at subluminal velocities and, when applied using the Warp Drive, c+ superluminal FTL velocities.

Of course, the injection of anti-matter into the Hyper-Impulse fusion reactors helps as well, if decreases service life. That's why that option is reserved for as needed use (kind of like a Nitrous Oxide system in a car).

Its kind of hard to explain a sci-fi tech to someone who isn't aware of the basics without going deep into tech talk.

As for KE impacts, that easy. ST navigational deflector systems were designed to 'push' objects, like space dust, to the side while at superluminal velocities.

In regards to inertia, inertial dampners are not just ST tech, but are widespread across NS. How else would a Star Destroyer's crew survive entering Hyperdrive?

I know my tech and its strengths and weaknesses. So, please don't tell me how fast I can and can't go.

@All: Remember, I am ST MU based tech, not hardcore RL based FT tech. You want a hard science based FT RP, go start your own damn thread.

IC: Messages

Response message to the Alexia from the Gecko:



Response message to the Emaculate Purity from the Gecko:



OOC: Nagg, that's Chrono you just told to leave. So, I'm going to stay out of that and see how he handles it.

IC: Battle

The targeted enemy ship had pulled one of the oldest tricks in the books, going FTL to avoid being hit by the torpedoes. However, unfortunately for them, all six continued tracking their target, it would only take longer to hit her.

As for the enemy's own torpedo shots at the lead Enterprise's naccelles were mostly counted by precision phaser fire as the multi-terrawatt beams lanced out. The few that managed to get through splattered harmlessly against the shields of the ship. Rated to be able to stand weapons much more powerful than the pathetic, low powered plasma weapons and torpedoes of the enemy, the drop in shield strength was fractional, at best.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Reading multiple fighter launches. Should we launch our own?"

"Negative. Destroy them with the phasers."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

Beams of golden-red energy lanced out again and again at the fighters. These anti-capital ship rated weapons easily swatted the Seraph fighters from the sky like the gnats they were.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Sir, recieving a message from the Gecko. We are being ordered 'stop playing with them and finish it'."

"Very well," sighed the Captain, "Tactical, arm the specials. And jam all their comms."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

Green, Borg based adaptive tractor beams lanced out from several directions towards the enemy ships. The three Covenant ship's were trapped in a web of tractors that would hold them in position while they constantly modulated and worked their way through the pathetic shielding these ships had to lock onto the hulls directly. Once through, the Borg based cutting beams would come into play to cut into the engines of the Covenant vessels. Meanwhile, once the shields of the Truth And Reconciliation were breached, Imperial troops would be beamed over. Of course, troops would be beamed over to the ships as well, but priority was given to the flagship of this little group of weak trouble makers.

With the network of tractors holding the Covenant ship's in place, any attempt to go FTL would tear them apart rather quickly.

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"I hope those Covenant fools don't make me angery and cause me to come over their and destroy them," thought Captain Renton, "While weaker than us in some ways, this Covenant apparently has technology and abilities we don't, so I hope we are able to take at least one of those bastard's ships intact."

OOC: Then you are an idiot if you cannot remember from one post to the next. Allow me to refresh your memory about your first attack.

The trio of plasma beams struck the shields of the lead Enterprise class heavy cruiser in a nova of colors. At the instant of contact, the other ships scattered and began darting about at full combat speeds of around 0.998c using their hyper-impulse engines. Scintillating beams of death rained at the Covenant ships from every direction as the ships fired their phasers. Each beam of the arrays carrying several thousand terawatts of power each. Torpedo ammo was being conserved, for now.

Now, EVERYONE must obey certain laws of physics, among them is relativity. It is simply not something you can handwave out of. Treknobabble is known for its unrealistic nature. Pound of antimatter anyone?

IC:

When the Truth and Reconciliation slammed to a halt, no one was worried. It would not be long at all before their Slipspace drive was back online, and they disappeared from this reality once again, escaping from the opponents foolish web. Their shields were weakening, it was true, but unless something impressive happened, the enemy would not be able to drop them. Unfortunately, something impressive happened. Defying all logic, reason, and limitations of outmoded technology, the torpedos curbed around, and impacted the shields of the powerful Battlecruiser. For a moment the fore shields flickered, before dropping. Apparently they had SOME useful weapons in their arsenal. No matter. More torpedos lashed out, and all 7 turrets unleashed their fury against the single vessel that filled their view.

The Seraphs dodged the inaccurate fire with ease, it seemed as though the enemy was not even aiming at them, or as if the enemy could not lead a target. Fuel Rod Cannon hammered out their fury, green bolts streaking space with rampant energy. Torpedoes blasted out in untold numbers, targetted against a single craft.

Ascendant Justice was nearly ready to begin in earnest. Power flared across the ships hull, and unleashed istelf in a single wave of fury. Capable of shattering vessels in a single strike, or cleansing planets with equal ease, the snipers shot reached out to touch the vessel that dared to chain any vessel of the Covenant.

OOC: @TAC: If you are going to GM like that, then I'll have to ask you to leave my thread. ST weapons are highly accurate and powerful. Pull another bull crap move like that and I'll have to pull out the ignore cannon.

IC: Messages

Reponse to the Chronosian message:

Understood and acknowledged. We shall await your arrival.

A similar message regarding info on dietary requirements was transmitted to the Neo Zetan ship.

I.S.S. Gecko - Hanger

As the Thunderhawk's passenger's stepped onto the metal of the hull, an Ensign blew the standard three-tone 'melody' into a bosun whistle that was used when V.I.P.s visited. When the notes died, the honor guard snapped to attention and brought their hands up in salute.

"Welcome aboard the Gecko," said Captain Renton as he strode between the two rows of honor guard in his dress uniform, "I'm Captain Renton. Now, which one of you is in charge?"

Battle

The highly accurate phaser fire continued destroying the meager Seraphs left and right.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Reading a hole in their shields!"

"Beam in the troops."

"Aye, sir."

Truth And Reconciliation - Random Cargo Hold

Pillars of sparkling light sprang into being in the darkness of the unlit room as marines in full armor were beamed over. The two different versions of armor had served well in the war against the Borg and were only now even more advanced due to it and time for research and development in general.

Silently, the troops moved towards the door so another wave could have room to beam in.

Exterior

The shots from both the Truth And Reconciliation and the Ascendant Justice slammed into one of the destroyers. While her shields were busy handling the piss poor weapons fire from the Covenant flag ship, they weren't able to refocus to counter the sniper shot and was thus neatly cleaved in twain.

While heavily damaged and pretty much imobile except for the surviving RCS thrusters, both halves continued to fire whatever they had left at the weakening enemy. As the ship was pretty much gone anyways, she began blasting away with Photon and Quantum Torpedoes. The glowing red Photons would hit the enemy ships with the full yeild of their matter/anti-matter warheads while the zero point energy enhanced Quantums followed behind.

After more then half a hour Eureka was ready to leave. She boarded a shuttle with Four Guards and The Information Officer from the Imperial Guard. The shuttle took off and passed threw the force field protecting the Hanger from space. It then went to the nearest open docking bay of the Gecko.

OOC: NZ, check your TGs. I want to clear something with you before making my IC response.

OOC: @TAC: If you are going to GM like that, then I'll have to ask you to leave my thread. ST weapons are highly accurate and powerful. Pull another bull crap move like that and I'll have to pull out the ignore cannon.

IC: Messages

Reponse to the Chronosian message:



A similar message regarding info on dietary requirements was transmitted to the Neo Zetan ship.

I.S.S. Gecko - Hanger

As the Thunderhawk's passenger's stepped onto the metal of the hull, an Ensign blew the standard three-tone 'melody' into a bosun whistle that was used when V.I.P.s visited. When the notes died, the honor guard snapped to attention and brought their hands up in salute.

"Welcome aboard the Gecko," said Captain Renton as he strode between the two rows of honor guard in his dress uniform, "I'm Captain Renton. Now, which one of you is in charge?"

Battle

The highly accurate phaser fire continued destroying the meager Seraphs left and right.

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Reading a hole in their shields!"

"Beam in the troops."

"Aye, sir."

Truth And Reconciliation - Random Cargo Hold

Pillars of sparkling light sprang into being in the darkness of the unlit room as marines in full armor were beamed over. The two different versions of armor had served well in the war against the Borg and were only now even more advanced due to it and time for research and development in general.

Silently, the troops moved towards the door so another wave could have room to beam in.

Exterior

The shots from both the Truth And Reconciliation and the Ascendant Justice slammed into one of the destroyers. While her shields were busy handling the piss poor weapons fire from the Covenant flag ship, they weren't able to refocus to counter the sniper shot and was thus neatly cleaved in twain.

While heavily damaged and pretty much imobile except for the surviving RCS thrusters, both halves continued to fire whatever they had left at the weakening enemy. As the ship was pretty much gone anyways, she began blasting away with Photon and Quantum Torpedoes. The glowing red Photons would hit the enemy ships with the full yeild of their matter/anti-matter warheads while the zero point energy enhanced Quantums followed behind.

OOC: I haven't godmodded at all. Your constant refusal to accept damage, wanking of your piss poor treknology, and inability to abide by the laws of physics, as well as your consecutive attacks makes you the guilty party more than I.

You have decided the speed of your vessels. By your actions you state that you are no longer capable of effectively aiming your weapons, since you are targetting where I weas five seconds ago. While that may be unimportant with a capitol ship, a much smaller fighter can move a vast distance in just 5 seconds. That means your beams are harmlessly passing through the space once occupied by my fighters.

May I also note that you fail at canon. ZPMs on a Trek torpedo? Nice. Bastard tech is pathetic.

IC:

Onboard the Truth and Reconciliation, a small section was vented to vaccuum, leaving the troopers to float harmlessly through space, ripped from the hold with the escaping atmosphere. They had been stopped by the door as surely as the next team would be, assuming anyone was foolish enough to teleport onto the ship again.

Again and again the phasers split space, and they hit consistently. In space that was no longer occupied by anything. Fighters were too small for anyone to overcome the 5 second lag they were experiencing, and the erratic maneuvers they were executing made it effectively impossible to predict were they would be next.

More plasma beams began to fill space. With a combined total of 14 turrets, they could hammer away at the shields of their pathetic foes with ease. Torpedoes shattered the darkness, erupting into brilliance upon impact with the enemies shields.

Other vessels were en route, the might of the Covenant had been roused, and now their foes would pay. A dozen vessels were dispatched at the request of the Holy One. There was no opposition to the covenant. They had never been defeated. It was the will of the gods that the human scum be cleansed, and they were the instruments of the gods.

Ascendant Justice ruptured space again, disappearing into the void of slipspace, and reappearing next to the ships holding Truth and Reconciliation prisoner. Hate and flame lanced from its turrets, curving and arcing to track down the most nimble of foes.

OOC: I suggest you consider the general opinion of NS on treknology before you go much further. Most nations will simply snap your ships like twigs with some sort of mass driver. I'll even make a thread for you to defend it against all comers if you wish to have those opinions demonstrated to you. I am being polite and abstaining from calling you a wanker or godm,odder, becauswe I am willing to tolerate your overweaning arrogance as a younger person. Others will not be so kind. I have been around much longer than you, or your friend SeaQuest, and you would do well to take my advice. Which reminds me, your friend has quite the temper. I think he may need counciling.

OOC: Umm, Jarvon is a puppet of SQ.

OOC: @TAC: I assure you, I am fully Star Trek. Its correct that Quantum Torpedoes make use of zero point energy to enhance their matter/anti-matter warheads. Just because you are outmatched and outgunned doesn't mean you get to accuse me of wank. Now, you are real close to me just out-right ignoring you for you pathetic attempts at wanking your way out of this and GMing that my tech is weaker.

And don't give me that bull about not taking damage. Are you that blind that you didn't see what just happened to my damn destroyer!?

IC: Truth and Reconciliation - Cargo Hold

The maglocks of the troops boots automattically activated as pressure was released. The troops closest to the door brought up their phaser pistols, which were set maximum intensity and minimal apature, and began to cut a hole into the wall next to the door, which was undoutably armored. Thus, instead of taking the hours it would require to cut through the door, it would only be minutes before they had gained access into the ship. Of course, now that they had so kindly vented atmosphere in the cargo hold, the ship would decompress through the openings made by the Imperial troops.

I.S.S. Gecko - Secondary Hanger Bay

As the status between the Chronosians and the Neo Zetans was unknown, it had been decided it would be prudent to keep them seperated for as long as possible. Thus, while the Chronosian representatives were greated by Captain Renton in one hanger, the ship's executive officer, Commander Anemone would meet Captain Eureka and her people in another.

The same bosun whistle tune and same type of honor guard were present at the Neo Zetan's arrival.

"Welcome aboard the Gecko," said Anemone as she strode down between the rows of honor guard in her dress uniform with her pink hair swaying with her graceful stride, "I'm Commander Anemone, first officer of this ship. I apologize for the Captain not being able to greet you himself, but the Chronosian's arrived only moments before you did. As we didn't know how relations were between your two nations, they are in a different section of the ship in another hanger bay.

"Now, which one of you is Captain Eureka?"

Battle

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Sir, sensors are reading that the swarm of enemy fighters is being delt with. The phasers were able to tag and destroy them in single shots per fighter."

"As I predicted. How are our forces aboard the enemy capital ship doing?"

"They report that the bay they beamed into was depressurized, but they've managed to use their mag boots to stay in position. They are currently cutting their way into the rest of the ship as we speak."

"Good. Very good."

Exterior

As the Ascendant Justice tried going superluminal, it was obvious they had forgotten about the tractor beams still attached. Thus, the crew of the Imperial ships watched as the ship tore herself to scrap metal. That was one ship done.

OOC: Don't whine about me GMing your damage. Its your own damn fault. I told you what would happen if you tried going FTL when your ship is contained in a cage of my Borg based tractor beams from nine different ships. You refused to listen.

IC: The fire from the remaining two Covenant ships was withering, but still the Imperial shields held. They had been able to withstand Borg attacks during the war back in the mid-25th century around a hundred years prior, and were now even more enhanced with simple research and development as well as Borg tech. With the Ascendant Justice nothing more than scrap metal, the tractors that had been assigned to her were redirected to the last two Covenant ships to reinforce those already locked onto them.

With a few deft signals, the turrets in range began adding their own phaser and disrupter fire at the Covenant ships.

Meanwhile...

Word had reached the Emperor about the attack on the freshly aquired Trill star system on the other side of the portal. Thus he ordered the five hundred ship fleet originally sent to destroy the Cassiopians before they ran away into hiding like the cowards they were. The fleet would arrive to re-enforce the beleagured defenses of the system.

OOC: Umm, Jarvon is a puppet of SQ.
OOC: Pretty much. Next time, do your own damn homework, TAC.

@TAC: I didn't take kindly to those insults. I honestly could care less whose puppet you are, you are going to get your 5 million populated ass whooped from here to infinity.

Now, that crap about you calling for reinforcements AFTER I had started jamming your transmissions is your second strike. One more and you'll get the ignore cannon.

(OOC: Tag for possible involvement, and Jarvon, it would be nice if you did not underestimate TAC, that only makes people angry.)

Elaine looked over the message again and nodded; turning to her tactical officer; "Make sure we keep the shields up; and keep all point defences online just in case they start shooting at us" he ordered

"Aye ma'am", came the reply.

"Send a reply message" she ordered.


We have no hostile intent here; this is your space and we respect that; we merely jumped in because of the Hyperspace interference your rift is causing. Once again we have no hostile intent; you will note our defensive systems are online but our offensive systems are still powered down and our gun ports and closed we would like to inquire as to the nature of your rift and possibly run scans"


She watched the battle intensify with orange orbs being shot out towards the other ships and weapons fire dancing back and forth; "low yield anti matter weapons" her science officer Miki Kirashima noted.

"Interesting; they seem technologically advanced" she noted; though there ships were much smaller than the Alexia they seemed quite powerful

(OOC: Tag for possible involvement, and Jarvon, it would be nice if you did not underestimate TAC, that only makes people angry.)

OOC: The same rule will apply to him and his bull about underestimating me.

IC: Elaine looked over the message again and nodded; turning to her tactical officer; "Make sure we keep the shields up; and keep all point defences online just in case they start shooting at us" he ordered

"Aye ma'am", came the reply.

"Send a reply message" she ordered.



She watched the battle intensify with orange orbs being shot out towards the other ships and weapons fire dancing back and forth; "low yield anti matter weapons" her science officer Miki Kirashima noted.

"Interesting; they seem technologically advanced" she noted; though there ships were much smaller than the Alexia they seemed quite powerful


Messages

Response message from the Gecko:

Our captain has invited the senior staff of the two capital ships closest to us and not engaged in the combat to dine with him and his officers. I have been asked, by him, to relay the same invite to you.

OOC: TAG. Seeing as the Covenant is here....Might be a good time to start a holy war.

OH and Jarvon, your ship would have been pulled into Slipspace if your Tractor beams were still working.

OOC: @TAC: I assure you, I am fully Star Trek. Its correct that Quantum Torpedoes make use of zero point energy to enhance their matter/anti-matter warheads. Just because you are outmatched and outgunned doesn't mean you get to accuse me of wank. Now, you are real close to me just out-right ignoring you for you pathetic attempts at wanking your way out of this and GMing that my tech is weaker.

And don't give me that bull about not taking damage. Are you that blind that you didn't see what just happened to my damn destroyer!?

IC: Truth and Reconciliation - Cargo Hold

The maglocks of the troops boots automattically activated as pressure was released. The troops closest to the door brought up their phaser pistols, which were set maximum intensity and minimal apature, and began to cut a hole into the wall next to the door, which was undoutably armored. Thus, instead of taking the hours it would require to cut through the door, it would only be minutes before they had gained access into the ship. Of course, now that they had so kindly vented atmosphere in the cargo hold, the ship would decompress through the openings made by the Imperial troops.

I.S.S. Gecko - Secondary Hanger Bay

As the status between the Chronosians and the Neo Zetans was unknown, it had been decided it would be prudent to keep them seperated for as long as possible. Thus, while the Chronosian representatives were greated by Captain Renton in one hanger, the ship's executive officer, Commander Anemone would meet Captain Eureka and her people in another.

The same bosun whistle tune and same type of honor guard were present at the Neo Zetan's arrival.

"Welcome aboard the Gecko," said Anemone as she strode down between the rows of honor guard in her dress uniform with her pink hair swaying with her graceful stride, "I'm Commander Anemone, first officer of this ship. I apologize for the Captain not being able to greet you himself, but the Chronosian's arrived only moments before you did. As we didn't know how relations were between your two nations, they are in a different section of the ship in another hanger bay.

"Now, which one of you is Captain Eureka?"

Battle

Lead Enterprise - Bridge

"Sir, sensors are reading that the swarm of enemy fighters is being delt with. The phasers were able to tag and destroy them in single shots per fighter."

"As I predicted. How are our forces aboard the enemy capital ship doing?"

"They report that the bay they beamed into was depressurized, but they've managed to use their mag boots to stay in position. They are currently cutting their way into the rest of the ship as we speak."

"Good. Very good."

Exterior

As the Ascendant Justice tried going superluminal, it was obvious they had forgotten about the tractor beams still attached. Thus, the crew of the Imperial ships watched as the ship tore herself to scrap metal. That was one ship done.

OOC: Don't whine about me GMing your damage. Its your own damn fault. I told you what would happen if you tried going FTL when your ship is contained in a cage of my Borg based tractor beams from nine different ships. You refused to listen.

IC: The fire from the remaining two Covenant ships was withering, but still the Imperial shields held. They had been able to withstand Borg attacks during the war back in the mid-25th century around a hundred years prior, and were now even more enhanced with simple research and development as well as Borg tech. With the Ascendant Justice nothing more than scrap metal, the tractors that had been assigned to her were redirected to the last two Covenant ships to reinforce those already locked onto them.

With a few deft signals, the turrets in range began adding their own phaser and disrupter fire at the Covenant ships.

Meanwhile...

Word had reached the Emperor about the attack on the freshly aquired Trill star system on the other side of the portal. Thus he ordered the five hundred ship fleet originally sent to destroy the Cassiopians before they ran away into hiding like the cowards they were. The fleet would arrive to re-enforce the beleagured defenses of the system.


OOC: Pretty much. Next time, do your own damn homework, TAC.

@TAC: I didn't take kindly to those insults. I honestly could care less whose puppet you are, you are going to get your 5 million populated ass whooped from here to infinity.

Now, that crap about you calling for reinforcements AFTER I had started jamming your transmissions is your second strike. One more and you'll get the ignore cannon.

That is a blatant and flagrant godmod, both stating the losses of my fighters and stating the loss of my ship. You do not understand anything about physics, or Covenant technology. As soon as I asctivated the Slipspace drive, the ship would disappear, and your tractor beams would lose lock, because I would no longer be in the same dimension. I believe you need to learn how to RP intelligently before anyone with any credibility will soil their name with you. This was a test to see if you truly would change like you told your friends in the GFFA. You have failed miserably.

You continue to wank your canon over anything else, you cannot accept any weaknesses in your ships, and you cannot accept damage from weapons that should be equivalent. You have no control over your temper, and lash out like a spoiled child when people do not comply with your wishes. You refuse to accept the same limitations as everyone else, and constantly accuse others of wank and godmod when they act based on realistic principles. You lack skill, wit, and cunning. Your vessels and chracters are unimaginative, though that may be excused in a canon nation, such as this one. You cannot react effectively to something that does not fit your paradigm, and instead must bludgeon others with canon. You are quite a disappointment. We had hoped you would improve, now it is quite obvious that you will never change, and that you will never be worthy. Enjoy your self imposed doom.

If you learn nothing from this, then you truly are not worth anyones effort. I will make it a point to TG this thread to anyone interacting with you in the future, because they deserve to be warned.

Elaine looked over the reply once again; it seemed quite friendly she smiled at the invite she loved making new friends and these could be powerful allies


We would be honoured to dine with your captain; it is standard procedure however for any first contact mission to have a marine escort of at least two fully armed marines in this case however six would be the standard. In addition given the current combat we WILL be launching alert fighters to escort the transport to your ship as we do not possess any 'teleportation' technology outside of our own in house ID portals, if these terms are acceptable then we accept your invitation


Elaine read over her reply two more times before sending it; she didn't wish to come across as brazen merely cautious. Happy with the reply she hit the send button.

"Flight deck, prepared a war shark for deployment; 6 marines fully armed marines plus myself, stand by the alert fighters" she said pressing the button for internal intercom

OOC: TAG. Seeing as the Covenant is here....Might be a good time to start a holy war.

OH and Jarvon, your ship would have been pulled into Slipspace if your Tractor beams were still working.

OOC: It wasn't just one ship with one tractor. After the destroyer was taken out, pretty much, it was nine ships at different points with a cage of tractor beams from multiple directions with multiple beams from each ship. No hull can go superluminal and withstand the stresses caused by so many tractor beams from so many different directions at the same time.

That is a blatant and flagrant godmod, both stating the losses of my fighters and stating the loss of my ship. You do not understand anything about physics, or Covenant technology. As soon as I asctivated the Slipspace drive, the ship would disappear, and your tractor beams would lose lock, because I would no longer be in the same dimension. I believe you need to learn how to RP intelligently before anyone with any credibility will soil their name with you. This was a test to see if you truly would change like you told your friends in the GFFA. You have failed miserably.

You continue to wank your canon over anything else, you cannot accept any weaknesses in your ships, and you cannot accept damage from weapons that should be equivalent. You have no control over your temper, and lash out like a spoiled child when people do not comply with your wishes. You refuse to accept the same limitations as everyone else, and constantly accuse others of wank and godmod when they act based on realistic principles. You lack skill, wit, and cunning. Your vessels and chracters are unimaginative, though that may be excused in a canon nation, such as this one. You cannot react effectively to something that does not fit your paradigm, and instead must bludgeon others with canon. You are quite a disappointment. We had hoped you would improve, now it is quite obvious that you will never change, and that you will never be worthy. Enjoy your self imposed doom.

If you learn nothing from this, then you truly are not worth anyones effort. I will make it a point to TG this thread to anyone interacting with you in the future, because they deserve to be warned.

Fine then. If you are just going to whine and complain about what I warned you would happen, then get the hell out of my thread.

And, for your information, I understand physics quite well. As for your fighter losses, I only RPed destroying them. That's acceptable RPing. You are the one refusing to take and accept losses. So don't come whining to me about how your wanking and GMing isn't being accepted.

I've taken losses, you dumb *censored*. If you actually had done your homework, you would know that plasma based weapons were used in ST up until the Enterprise era in the 22nd century. That's around 700 years prior to the time period I RP at.

Honestly, I was looking foward to RPing a good battle with you, but you had to go and pull this *censored*.

@ALL: Until TAC learns to shape up, he is no longer welcome in this thread. So, please, as the thread originator, I ask you to ignore any and all references to the battle until TAC apologizes for his crap and actually tries to RP without God-wanking his ships and tech into invincibility.

IC: Messages

Response to the Animarnian message:

Acknowledge and understood. However, we must ask you to restrict your marines to sidearms only. We currently have guests from two other nations, one of which insisted on bringing what is pretty much a small army, and we don't want any itchy trigger fingers aboard. As for the number, two or six, it doesn't matter. They'll fit better than the Chronosian's guards. However, they will have to stay outside the command staff dining lounge while the senior staff from all four ships dine. You can have your marines stand outside or visit the crew lounge, or, depending on rank, our officer's mess.

He went into slipspace. That means he left reality after an envelope of energy took him from this dimension. His ship would not be ripped apart by tractor beams. Also they are HIS plamsa based weapons (which as so far more powerful than federation plasma weapons it is downright scary) not yours, so thinking that because some form of plasma weaponry in your universe is the same as his and thus useless is rather godmodish.

He went into slipspace. That means he left reality after an envelope of energy took him from this dimension. His ship would not be ripped apart by tractor beams. Also they are HIS plamsa based weapons (which as so far more powerful than federation plasma weapons it is downright scary) not yours, so thinking that because some form of plasma weaponry in your universe is the same as his and thus useless is rather godmodish.

OOC: Namtar, plasma is plasma no matter what universe its from. Now, if all you are going to do is impune my ST expertise, then, as the thread starter, I will kindly ask you to leave my thread only this once.

OCC: Tech each to there own; our turbo lasers are about 50x more powerful than anything used in SW (we reversed engineered and put some good know how to use) they're also beam based rather than pulse based making them accurate. So tech really is each to there own. Granted things have to obey certain laws but in high FT most laws of physics go right out the window. If you want to stick rigidly to established physics then stick to hard-fi role-playing boards.

IC

Acknowledged, two marines will remain at the transport fully armed; all those who will be escorting me will only be armed with side arms; we will be launching fighters momentarily please do not be alarmed.


Elaine pressed the button on her chair again; "Launch the alert fighters" she said before getting up and heading to the hanger deck outside in the void of space; launch tubes opened on the port and starboard 'nacelles' of the ship which were actually the hanger bays. 32 fighters launched from each side totally 72 the oval crescent shaped Sabre Space Superiority fighters buzzed around the Alexia waiting for the War shark heavy-duty military transport to launch. When it did from the main hanger the fighters gracefully formed up on two delta wing formations as an honour guard for the transport as the group headed towards the unknown vessel called the Gecko in perfect formation

OOC: Namtar, plasma is plasma no matter what universe its from. Now, if all you are going to do is impune my ST expertise, then, as the thread starter, I will kindly ask you to leave my thread only this once.
I planned (might still get involved) on doing more than correcting you on your attitude about peoples technology and your own. If you can't handle that then I don't see why I should bother.

OCC: Tech each to there own; our turbo lasers are about 50x more powerful than anything used in SW (we reversed engineered and put some good know how to use) they're also beam based rather than pulse based making them accurate. So tech really is each to there own. Granted things have to obey certain laws but in high FT most laws of physics go right out the window. If you want to stick rigidly to established physics then stick to hard-fi role-playing boards.

OOC: All acceptable in my book. And I honestly agree with the Hard Science FT thing.

IC


Elaine pressed the button on her chair again; "Launch the alert fighters" she said before getting up and heading to the hanger deck outside in the void of space; launch tubes opened on the port and starboard 'nacelles' of the ship which were actually the hanger bays. 32 fighters launched from each side totally 72 the oval crescent shaped Sabre Space Superiority fighters buzzed around the Alexia waiting for the War shark heavy-duty military transport to launch. When it did from the main hanger the fighters gracefully formed up on two delta wing formations as an honour guard for the transport as the group headed towards the unknown vessel called the Gecko in perfect formation

The duty officer currently in charge of the active shift aboard the Gecko raised an eyebrow at the number of fighters which were launched.

"Ehh," he thought, "Its not up to me to judge, but I would think that someone's a litle paranoid."

The War Shark would be directed towards a third hanger. In fact, it was the one directly next to the one the Neo Zetan shuttle was in.

The usual bosun whistle tune for visiting V.I.P.s and two rows of honor guard waited for the Animarnian representatives.

As the Transport started its final approach to the hanger the honour guard broke formation into two wings flying over the other ship and climbing in a 180 degree curve before flipping over in mid space flawlessly and in perfect unison a testament to the pilots training as they returned home to the Alexia it wasn't often they got to show off.

As the transport landed; the rear entry hatch of the grey military transport started to open making a ramp as two marines stepped forward and stood either side dressed in full black battle armour complete with helmet and assault rifles. Two more marines stepped out these were once again dressed in full armour but were only armed with holstered pistols they stopped 10ft from the craft.

A tall teal haired young woman followed them in her late 20's; a red headband kept her long bangs out of her eyes as her hair swept over her shoulders; she was dressed in a standard power blue Animarnia line officers uniform. Her armband and collar showed the rank of captain in the form of 5 gold bars she stopped just behind the marines smiling warmly to any representative sent to meet her. Two Marines equal in dress and armament followed her off the transport

"Captain Elaine Valentine; of the Animarnia Space Defence Forces Battleship Alexia" she said in a friendly tone holding out her hand

The officer designated to great the Animarnians walked down between the two rows of honor guard as they soluted an the three tone melody was played on the bosun whistle. He snapped a quick salute before firmly shaking Captain Valentine's hand.

"I'm Colonel Hajiki Sanada, commander of this ship's marine contingent," he said, "welcome aboard the Gecko. Now, before we get started, I want to ask you something. How do you like your steaks cooked?"

"That would be me" Actaeon stepped forward, smirking softly, tapping his foot as he glanced around. "Vessel conforms to none of the commonly known or encountered Xeno designs; nor anything the Imperium would produce..." He turned, letting his eyes rove. "Interesting; quite interesting...I, as you may know, am the negotiator. An adept of the Administratum sent to initiate contact with whatever had vomitted forth from this breach in existence. We never expected to see other Humans" A grin spread across his features. "The dominance of Humanity is of the utmost importance, I'm sure you'll understand; and we invest much in...Seeking out new and long seperated cousins."

He gestured behind him. "These two are my associates, fellow Adepts; the warriors you see here are my defence force; Steel Fists Space Marines. Far superior to any mere man, of course. These rather blessed individuals are Tech Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus; see how they augment themselves with the blessings of the holy Machine. Tell me; do you have faith? Do you place your belief in anything of significance? These fellows worship the Machine; but the rest of us? Oh, we have Gods aplenty. Glorious Gods from beyond this existence. The Masters of the Warp; Lords of limitless beauty and possibility."

Again he let his eyes move about the chamber, focussing on the finery the captain adorned himself in; "You dress well Captain, like a proud member of Humanity; but come; there will be time for my assessments and questions later; I am sure you have something planned for us. Might I also ask that my Tech Priests be allowed, as we discussed, to see the workings of your technology. "Xenotech is such a fascination to them; especially if it might be descended from the common link of Humanity. You can tell us of your dealings with accursed Xenos later, I assume; better to exterminate them than to deal with them and pollute the sacred being of Man with the taint of such troublesome broods."

Eureka stepped forword " I am Captian Eureka of the Neo Zetan Space Forces."

She looked around the hanger takeing note of the tech used. Her information did the same but was looking for any weakness in case the Imperial Guard ever deemed it needed to destroy this nation.

" And this is my Information Officer and 2nd in command Commander Kira of the Imperial Guard" She said. Kira noded slightly and returned to take note of any weakness they might show. Neither Eureka or Kira were human with Eureka being a Fayth and Kira Yoki. Humans were on the bottom of the food chain in Neo Zeta at the moment loseing out to the Stronger Yoki and to the Exprince and Strengh of the Fayth.

"That would be me" Actaeon stepped forward, smirking softly, tapping his foot as he glanced around. "Vessel conforms to none of the commonly known or encountered Xeno designs; nor anything the Imperium would produce..." He turned, letting his eyes rove. "Interesting; quite interesting...I, as you may know, am the negotiator. An adept of the Administratum sent to initiate contact with whatever had vomitted forth from this breach in existence. We never expected to see other Humans" A grin spread across his features. "The dominance of Humanity is of the utmost importance, I'm sure you'll understand; and we invest much in...Seeking out new and long seperated cousins."

He gestured behind him. "These two are my associates, fellow Adepts; the warriors you see here are my defence force; Steel Fists Space Marines. Far superior to any mere man, of course. These rather blessed individuals are Tech Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus; see how they augment themselves with the blessings of the holy Machine. Tell me; do you have faith? Do you place your belief in anything of significance? These fellows worship the Machine; but the rest of us? Oh, we have Gods aplenty. Glorious Gods from beyond this existence. The Masters of the Warp; Lords of limitless beauty and possibility."

Again he let his eyes move about the chamber, focussing on the finery the captain adorned himself in; "You dress well Captain, like a proud member of Humanity; but come; there will be time for my assessments and questions later; I am sure you have something planned for us. Might I also ask that my Tech Priests be allowed, as we discussed, to see the workings of your technology. "Xenotech is such a fascination to them; especially if it might be descended from the common link of Humanity. You can tell us of your dealings with accursed Xenos later, I assume; better to exterminate them than to deal with them and pollute the sacred being of Man with the taint of such troublesome broods."

"Personally," replied Renton as he led the way, "I never saw much use for religion.

"Considering that while we operate the Gecko we didn't originally build her ourselves and have only refit her with all the best technology we had available to us, they should be aware that this ship isn't a true representative portrait of what comes from the Empire's shipyards."

He gestured towards an engineering officer standing near-by.

"Lieutenant Parkson here will be giving your techs a tour of the ship. However, I would warn them to be careful what they touch in engineering. Wouldn't want to loose warp core containment. That would be a serious problem for everyone aboard. So, I would suggest you have your people listen to what she has to say."

The young Irish red-headed woman was human, as most of the Empire was, but she was one of the few that had Borg implants. While not as extensive as some, she had what she needed to get her job done (OOC: Think 7-of-9's implant style and that's the closest in appearance).

"As for our dealings with non-terrestials," he continue, "or as some still call them, extraterrestials," a pause for breath, "The Empire has those that serve it, such as the Vulcans, and destroyed others that posed a threat, like the Borg. Currently the Emperor is more focused on securing that what happened a few centuries back during the fall of the Terran Empire never happens again and that Earth will continue to stay in Human hands.

"Now, two things. One, while you aren't the only one to have brought guards, as we don't want a firefight starting during the dinner, they won't be allowed in the dining area, only you and those of you command staff you brought will. Neither will those the others brought.

"Second, how do you like your steaks prepared?"

Eureka stepped forword " I am Captian Eureka of the Neo Zetan Space Forces."

She looked around the hanger takeing note of the tech used. Her information did the same but was looking for any weakness in case the Imperial Guard ever deemed it needed to destroy this nation.

" And this is my Information Officer and 2nd in command Commander Kira of the Imperial Guard" She said. Kira noded slightly and returned to take note of any weakness they might show. Neither Eureka or Kira were human with Eureka being a Fayth and Kira Yoki. Humans were on the bottom of the food chain in Neo Zeta at the moment loseing out to the Stronger Yoki and to the Exprince and Strengh of the Fayth.

Anemone nodded in return. She watched carefully how this Captain Eureka and her companion were studying the hanger bay.

"We can talk while we walk," she said, "this way, please."

She led the way down between the two rows of honor guard towards the door at the end that led into the corridors. The two halves slid smoothly open automattically to allow them passage through.

"First, I want to ask you how you like your steaks prepared. The chefs will need to know ahead of time to minimize wait in the dining area."

They passed various crewmembers going about their business in their less flamboyant duty uniforms. One of them came up and whispered something in the Commander's ears. Anemone stopped for a moment and whispered something back.

"Sorry about that. Even know I can't escape having to give orders like you just saw," she said as she resumed walking.

Eventually they reached a turbolift. They would take it five decks up and a few dozen meters foward to get to the dining area quickly. Captain Renton would be leading the Chronosian's on foot. While it would take longer, they had also expressed the most interest in seeing the interior of the ship, so he was giving them a mini-tour along the way.

OOC: Just so you both know, muscle wise, Jarvon characters aren't lacking. Ehh, just thought I throw that little tidbit out for you guys. That, and some have a strange fixation with tatoos.
Oh, and typical female uniforms consist of a skirt or pants and a top that reveals the mid-riff with no sleeves. Men have more regular tops and pants, but the tops can be sleeveless (usually for the duty uniform).
Typical Examples Of Male Uniforms (also of a few characters I have):
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Admiral1.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/AdmialPicard.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Mirror_Mirror_Admiral_Picard_by_sto.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Mirror_Mirror_Geordi_LaForge_by_sto.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/CaptStone.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Mirror_Mirror_Tuvok_by_stourangeau.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Mirror-Riker.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/MirrorRikerUni2.jpg
Typical Examples Of Female Uniforms (also of a few characters I have):
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Mirror_Mirror_Christine_Vale_by_sto.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/LtCmdrRasmussen.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/Troi.jpg
Here are a few older Male uniform designs that are still around (just not the modern, standard design (also got a pic of one of my characters in his ealier days (when he was an Ensign))):
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/MaleOfficer2275.jpg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/EnsignTuvok.jpg

Needless to say, the transmission left the Emasculate Purity extreamly annoyed. Need a reason? The fact they where invading someone elses reality should be reason enough. This was like cutting a wormhole into someones house then saying cause it took so much money you can stay in there unless their is goo reason to leave.

Ok then, a reason to leave would be provided.

[Tight-Hyperbeam-Convosation, eCon-L36]
Convosation Participants:
oCOV Emaculate Purity
oCICP Xorabylos
Subject:
These Damn Alternate Dimensionals
Convosation:
EP: We have a problem, their not going to leave nicely.
000
Xor: K, so what do you need? A show of force? Their Removal?
000
EP: I need you to prepare for a Shift to this position. I will send some crew on, keep him in contact with you, you will work on his signals, mkay?
000
Xor: Sure thing, something to blow up will be fun.
~Convosation Node Closed~

The Emasculate Purity simply floated, before sending a new message to the Extradimensionals.

[Broad-Hyperbeam, eGal-Stand]
Sender/Reciver:
oCOV Emaculate Purity
xAlternate Dimensional Wankers
Subject:
Fine, I will talk with you
Convosation:
Very well then, I am shifting over someone now, please don't bother inhibiting them, it will only cause explosive effects. Thanks you wankers
~COV Emaculate Purity~

Following a rather rude transmission, an Ansarii where Shifted over, a more advanced version of Transporting. Considering diplomatic stance, it would be rude not to let them in, and cause for war, so it would be assumed they where let on.

OOC: So let me see if I've got this straight, Nagg. You've 'beamed' over representatives to my ship, correct? Well, I'll accept the bit about it going through my shields by saying they were down at that moment as the shuttle of one of the other's was landing in my hangers was passing through the shield perimeter.

IC: The sudden appearance of the intruders aboard the Gecko immediately set off intruder alert alarms throughout the ship. The klakons wailed while the voice of the ship's computer calmly informed the crew of the location of the intruders.

Naggaroth 'Beam' In Point

Several defense globes came to life. Mounted at strategic locations to cover large areas, these were pretty much low-powered versions of the old point phasers used on starships in the early 23rd century, only redesigned for security use.

Marines rushed into the room in full armor with their Mark I, II, and II phasers leveled and at the ready. Their helmets obscuring any view of their faces and their armor, both varients were present, prevented any observation of their bodies.

The leader of the marines exclaimed, "You have made what constitutes as an agressive act. State your intentions NOW!"

OOC: Nagg, honestly, not a smart move. You just don't 'beam' over to someone else's ship, especially one of the United Empire Of Planets, unannounced.
And don't say you expected to GM by using my OOC knowledge of what you meant when you said 'shift' IC'ly.

[ooc: I am sorry SeaQuest, I forgot when dealing with you I need to give each painsaking detail out to make sure you don't make up your own to your advantage. From now on, I will make sure I do everything needed. From now on, anything important is Underlined, so you can look for stuff you need to know. Oh, and can I ask why your going violent in your own hanger?]

The "Alien" before them, in truth a Ansarii Machine covered in a synthetic chemical to act as flesh, stood before the marines in the same hanger as some recently arrived diplomats, looking at the guards through its violet eyes. Only looking mind.

"My my, we are jumpy" the machine said, mockingly. "Tell me, are you always so hostile to those who give you warning their arriving in a diplomatic context? I find you very ammusing. Now, take me to the place we are meeting, before I effectorize you all."

"I enjoy mine medium well but for Kira...." She looked over at him to see a grin on his face.

" I am sorry i do not eat the flesh of a cow. My breed of Yoki is a decendent from the Royal Yoki so i need to eat the flesh of Humans or Humanoids however on the ship i eat a artifical meat that gives me the same result and keeps me from feeding on crew members" Kira said

Eureka looked back " As you can tell the Imperial Axis places humans on a diffrent level then Demons and Fayth atleast the unenhanced humans. Thanks to the Imperial Guard and the Crimson Corp but dont worry the military is not in favor of their actions towrd our human brothers and sisters."

OOC: @Nagg: Jease. You have misunderstood my OOC info. OOC'ly I know what you mean by 'shift'. IC'ly, as Jarvon (or any of my other nations for that matter) don't. Thus, I will not GM by using said OOC info IC'ly.

And that tiny ass font you use hurts my eyes.

IC: Naggaroth 'Beam' In Point

"You insult us and you talk about 'shifting', whatever the *censored* that is. Then, you suddenly beam over without authorization or clearance. By all definitions, you are the invading party here," replied the lead Marine.

OOC: @All: I'll be using the *censored* thing whenever their is a curse word in the dialouge. I, for one, am not one who curses that much (different story when I'm really PO'ed), so just a heads up.

IC: Neo Zetan 'Front'

"Interesting," replied Anemone inputing some info into a PADD.

She grabs a passing Ensign, hands her the PADD, and gives a few orders.

Turning back to the Neo Zetans, she says, "I've sent the information ahead to the kitchen about your steak, Captain. As for your friend," she shrugs, "hopefully they can figure out something. More than likely, they'll just replicate some 'meat' using one of the stored genetic patterns."

Anemone had barely raised an eyebrow at the idea of cannabalism, at least it would be from her stand point.

"As for your stance on humans," she continued, "very interesting. In the Empire, they are the dominants," she stifled a small chuckle, "as for non-Terrans, there are a few that work for the Empire, like the Vulcans. However, some, like the Borg, were enough of a threat to justify them being whiped out to the best of our ability.

"As you have seen," she indicates a passing crewman with Borg style occular implants in place of a right eye, "we've managed to incorporate what we've gotten from the vanquished with our own best tech."

"So you enslave and exploit whichever Xeno-strains you do not totally annihilate. Such failure to commit to absolute destruction is probably why the purity of humanity and thus its prefounded dominance is in such threat in your reality. Here the workings of the Xeno are not tolerated; indeed we seek to destroy whichever races threaten the superiority of Mankind and glorious Chaos." He gestures lightly and the Tech Priests move to begin their tour, the first speaking in a deep vox-enhanced voice.

"We are honored to meet with you; you seem fine specimans of Man, though your ways are not in accordance with the blessed Machine. Perhaps we could compare notes upon our species divergent technological advancements." He noted her implants, bowing lightly. "You, however, seem to have some signs as to the glory of the Machine; such precise implants..." A tendril hovers up about his head, while his associate scribbles notes into a data slate "Most interesting..."

Actaeon turns his attention back to those greeting him,

"I will attend your dinner with both my associates and my accompanying Warsmith. The other guards can, of course, wait; but I would rather be accompanied by him. If you wish, he shall relinquish his weapons. Such treatment shall be deferred to you once a meeting can be arranged with the divine Emperor himself, or with the Warmaster" He let the magnificence and dire implications of such a title sink in, before idly continuing. "I'll have mine rare; thank you; the others will do similarly."

The Warmsith bowed lightly; a bolter at his side, along with the gleaming blade of a power sword. He reached up, removing his helmet; his pale features gleaming almost with albinism. His eyes were dark, steely grey and shimmering like storm clouds

"I am Warsmith Ragnar Ironfist; of the IX Legion; the Steel Fists." He smirked softly. "I have been tasked with the defence and absolute safety of Lord Actaeon; I shall not leave him."

"So you enslave and exploit whichever Xeno-strains you do not totally annihilate. Such failure to commit to absolute destruction is probably why the purity of humanity and thus its prefounded dominance is in such threat in your reality. Here the workings of the Xeno are not tolerated; indeed we seek to destroy whichever races threaten the superiority of Mankind and glorious Chaos." He gestures lightly and the Tech Priests move to begin their tour, the first speaking in a deep vox-enhanced voice.

"We are honored to meet with you; you seem fine specimans of Man, though your ways are not in accordance with the blessed Machine. Perhaps we could compare notes upon our species divergent technological advancements." He noted her implants, bowing lightly. "You, however, seem to have some signs as to the glory of the Machine; such precise implants..." A tendril hovers up about his head, while his associate scribbles notes into a data slate "Most interesting..."

Actaeon turns his attention back to those greeting him,

"I will attend your dinner with both my associates and my accompanying Warsmith. The other guards can, of course, wait; but I would rather be accompanied by him. If you wish, he shall relinquish his weapons. Such treatment shall be deferred to you once a meeting can be arranged with the divine Emperor himself, or with the Warmaster" He let the magnificence and dire implications of such a title sink in, before idly continuing. "I'll have mine rare; thank you; the others will do similarly."

The Warmsith bowed lightly; a bolter at his side, along with the gleaming blade of a power sword. He reached up, removing his helmet; his pale features gleaming almost with albinism. His eyes were dark, steely grey and shimmering like storm clouds

"I am Warsmith Ragnar Ironfist; of the IX Legion; the Steel Fists." He smirked softly. "I have been tasked with the defence and absolute safety of Lord Actaeon; I shall not leave him."

"Truth be told," replied Renton, "its more a matter of resources. The Borg attacked us first so we responded with whiping them out as best we could. More than likely a few fragments of the Hive remain.

"As for groups like the Vulcans and Betazoids, they've proven their economic and tactical value to the Empire. As humans are a species not normally gifted with mental powers, the use of those that are were deemed beneficial. Why destroy something when it would just be a waste of time and money as well as a potential resource that could improve the Empire.

"Unlike the Alliance, we aren't dedicated to oppression and domination. Probablly why they have to make up for their inferior tech with sheer numbers," he pauses for breath before continuing, "as for our use of Borg implants, they are only really used in extreme cases when an artificial replacement is needed. Would be an economic waste to enhance a perfectly sound body. Of course, some people, like Fleet Admiral Picard, have kept their implants from their time as assimilated members of the Borg Collective as sorts of reminders to themselves to not be weak enough to be captured again.

"Simulations were run that showed if the Empire had continued on its original path prior to the fall of the old Terran Empire to the Alliance, it would have resulted in mutual destruction of all parties in the galaxy and nature would have to start again. Emperor Tiberius had them run when he founded the new United Empire Of Planets so he would not repeat the mistakes of his predicesors(sp?). As the old saying goes, 'those that don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.' We would much rather tolerate non-Terrans as long as they contribute to the betterment of the Empire than to face a long, drawn out war over an entire galaxy that would just result in the slate being whiped clean.

"As for your steaks," he gave a few low toned, hardly audible orders to an Ensign and then sent him on his way, "the kitchen staff will be informed through the runner I just sent so that yours will be ready along with the rest. Unlike a standard meal around here, we're doing things from scratch instead of the standard replicated fare."

Renton faced the Warsmith and said, "If you are part of the command staff, then you are more than welcome to join the meal. Its the standard soldiers that won't be allowed into the command sanctum's dining area. Even my own guards will be left outside.

"And before you ask, command officers in the Empire have body guards as more of a tradition these days. A holdover from earlier times when mutinies and assassination were more common as people attempted to rise in rank. These days, people can either ride the metaphorical coat-tails of an ally up the ladder or rise on their own merit. Of course, those that ride the coat-tails are usually good enough that they could have risen on their own, only it would have taken longer. The owner of said coat-tails would decide who they take along and who they don't. Any that try the older ways of killing their superior officer to take their position are frowned upon and are usually sentenced to life inside an agony booth, which most likely won't be more than a few hours depending on the setting."

Elaine Valentine looked openly shocked for a moment - "you have steak? As in REAL steak?" she asked dumbfounded after a 3-month cruise following a war the crew of the alexia was living on 'space food' and caffeine things like Steak and a real bath were somewhat only reserved for flag admirals. Her marines were equally pleased and shocked.

"Medium please, I don't like my meat too well done"

OOC: eeeee short post sorry.. no time..

[ooc: The font is this size so it doesn't interfere with RP to much. And I suppose its to much to ask to have your people realise sending a message saying "We are shifting over" followed by a person appearing in a diplomatic hanger couldn't give you a slight clue? Pity]

The Ansarii looked at them, the eyes regarding them with a frown. In an instant, It sent an Effector Burst, sufficient to cause a sharp feeling in the Marines hands, he would, weather the limb was machine or otherwise, would drop their weapons.

"I was the invading Party until you continued to point weapons at me" he said, harshly. He sent another Effector Burst, this time it would cause a spike in random areas across the body, not enough to kill anyone though, not a soldier. "Your people are not only Other-Dimensional Filth, your rude. Why am I here you ask? Simple, I was going to speak to your commander, as is my Right as Oculta Lieutenant. Are you going to let me? Or are you going to be stubborn?" The Burst of Effector fire stopped.

~Can you come in now please Xor?~
-I am here now-

Outside the vessel, there was a ripple in space. Barely noticable to the naked eye unless one was directly in front or behind it, at which point light would be blocked out. In a millisecond, the Concordance Intergalactic Campaign Platform Xorabylos, known as the CICP Xorabylos, came into the system. The Plate Class vessel was titanic, From one corner to the other (Named the ships Length) it stood Twelve Kilometers, From Side to Side, it was 10.2, and thickness, was 1.2. The Hexagonal Ship hung in space, the hull Black, with the word "Xorabylos" printed on a side, on the inside of each cornder, half globes sat, so that on each vessel, their was a total of 12 of the Half Globes.

The vessel hung there. Almost a destiment to the sheer arrogance of the Concordance, but a show that that arrogance was justified.

"Now, if you would check with your bridge" The Oculta Lieutenant said, "You would find my commander is presently sitting outside, the Xorabylos. This isn't in any way a invasion, unless you refuse to comprimise, so lets get along peacefully now shall we?"

"Humanity devoid of mental powers? I can see we are quite different in some respects then; not only do you consort with xenos, but the reason is that you lack in psychic ability? Man is but a stepping stone; the new Man, the Psyker; is all but upon us here. Untamed, unfathomable in its power and its links to the hallowed Immaterium; such beings are a valuable resource within the Imperium." He chuckled lightly, glad that some things would remain unchanged; like the genetic superiority of the Chronosian race.

"I understand totally the need to have capable bodyguards; while these two are mere scribes and bureaucrats such as myself; I trust my life absolutely to Lord Ragnar and his doubtlessly superior warriors. It seems obvious that such glories as Power Armor and genetic manipulation, though I would not claim that to be the only secret of their creation, in the creation of Space Marines or their ilk are beyond you. Perhaps in time you will learn how to create a truly superior fighting Machine" He let a smirk spread warmly across his features; showing only a veneer of undisguised superiority and eloquence so common to his race.

"A war to engulf a galaxy to wipe out the hated Xeno; you speak of something that the ancestors of our Imperium attempted countless aeons ago. They were winning too; yet it was not the predations of the Xeno that stopped such efforts, but the glorious actions of Horus; who saw the false Emperors efforts towards Godhood, turned, and waged war upon his Master. Such is the thing that other, loyalist dogs, would call the Horus Heresy; but they lack true vision. They lack knowledge of the Gods, and their plans for the Universe. Even your emergence must be acknowledged as a blessing of Tzeentch; his grace has brought our distant, mirrored, cousins here.

He works in most pleasingly mysterious ways."

Elaine Valentine looked openly shocked for a moment - "you have steak? As in REAL steak?" she asked dumbfounded after a 3-month cruise following a war the crew of the alexia was living on 'space food' and caffeine things like Steak and a real bath were somewhat only reserved for flag admirals. Her marines were equally pleased and shocked.

"Medium please, I don't like my meat too well done"

OOC: eeeee short post sorry.. no time..

OOC: Size matters not. Its quality that matters. So, just do your best.

IC: "While we usually replicate our food," replied the Colonel, "The Captain has ordered that the meal tonight be made from scratch due to the special nature of the event. And yes, its actual cow. I believe it was preserved in cryo," he chuckled, "we're not exactly able to raise cows aboard this ship.

"And one other thing, while you and your command officers will be allowed into the dining area, its standard protocall on Imperial ships that non-command officers and regular crew remain outside. All parties attending will have to follow this protocall, even the Captain," he shrugged, "its an old tradition. Don't ask. I don't know its origins, but I can guess it harkens back to several centuries from the days of the old Terran Empire before its fall.

"If you want, I can have your people shown to guest quarters for the duration of tonight's event. If you want, I can also show you to one if you want to freshen up. The showers can either be used in the more effecient sonic mode or with actual water. The ship's recycling systems are amoung the most effective, effecient, and advanced on any Imperial ship."

He tapped a few commands into a near-by console and sent Captain Valentine's steak preference to the kitchen.

[ooc: The font is this size so it doesn't interfere with RP to much. And I suppose its to much to ask to have your people realise sending a message saying "We are shifting over" followed by a person appearing in a diplomatic hanger couldn't give you a slight clue? Pity]

OOC: I was referring to the IC transmissions from your vessel.

The Ansarii looked at them, the eyes regarding them with a frown. In an instant, It sent an Effector Burst, sufficient to cause a sharp feeling in the Marines hands, he would, weather the limb was machine or otherwise, would drop their weapons.

"I was the invading Party until you continued to point weapons at me" he said, harshly. He sent another Effector Burst, this time it would cause a spike in random areas across the body, not enough to kill anyone though, not a soldier. "Your people are not only Other-Dimensional Filth, your rude. Why am I here you ask? Simple, I was going to speak to your commander, as is my Right as Oculta Lieutenant. Are you going to let me? Or are you going to be stubborn?" The Burst of Effector fire stopped.

IC: While some marines flinched and dropped their weapons, a few continued to stubbernly cling to theirs, including the head marine with his Varon-T disruptor pistol, which was said to be one of the most, if not the most, painful way to go.

"For someone who just barges in like they own the place," he snarled, "You sure seem to think you can just boss us around."

He would have spat at the Oculta Lieutenant's feet, but his helmet prevented it.

"If you didn't want this kind of response, than *censored* ask for permission next time, if there is a next time for you."

~Can you come in now please Xor?~
-I am here now-

Outside the vessel, there was a ripple in space. Barely noticable to the naked eye unless one was directly in front or behind it, at which point light would be blocked out. In a millisecond, the Concordance Intergalactic Campaign Platform Xorabylos, known as the CICP Xorabylos, came into the system. The Plate Class vessel was titanic, From one corner to the other (Named the ships Length) it stood Twelve Kilometers, From Side to Side, it was 10.2, and thickness, was 1.2. The Hexagonal Ship hung in space, the hull Black, with the word "Xorabylos" printed on a side, on the inside of each cornder, half globes sat, so that on each vessel, their was a total of 12 of the Half Globes.

The vessel hung there. Almost a destiment to the sheer arrogance of the Concordance, but a show that that arrogance was justified.

The sudden appearance of the alien ship caused alot of surprise, more so than the size did. Some of the crew had seen larger, far larger, before.

"Now, if you would check with your bridge" The Oculta Lieutenant said, "You would find my commander is presently sitting outside, the Xorabylos. This isn't in any way a invasion, unless you refuse to comprimise, so lets get along peacefully now shall we?"

"What are you? Some kind of stupid? Until I get clearance from one of the command staff, which will most likely be after dinner, you ain't going nowhere.

"Also, I could f*ing care less who or what was outside. Now, drop this *censored* attitude of yours and either get off this ship or get civilized!"

There was a sound of clapping coming from the doorway behind the group of Imperial Marines.

"Bravo. Bravo," said a masculine voice as a new armored figure stepped foward.

While the armor of this new arrival was similar to one used by the regular Marines, his was far more ornate, indicating both officer status and command status.

"Lieutent Colonel Katana," said the original soldier that had been the one talking to the 'invaders' earlier, "I didn't hear you arive, sir."

The soldiers snapped to attention, but those that had their weapons still kept them level at the 'intruders', while those without took up martial arts stances.

"That's because I didn't want you to," Katana replied in a voice that sent shivers down the man's spine.

"As for you," Katana turned to address the 'invading intruders' in the same chilling tone, "I'm as high as you are going to get, until I leave to join the rest for the dinner with our guests. Now, what do you want, and I would recommend you drop the insults and speak plainly."

OOC: Seriously, Nagg, what did you expect to happen? For my ship's crew to welcome you with open arms? Come on, if you didn't want to start anything, then why pull a stunt like that?

"Humanity devoid of mental powers? I can see we are quite different in some respects then; not only do you consort with xenos, but the reason is that you lack in psychic ability? Man is but a stepping stone; the new Man, the Psyker; is all but upon us here. Untamed, unfathomable in its power and its links to the hallowed Immaterium; such beings are a valuable resource within the Imperium." He chuckled lightly, glad that some things would remain unchanged; like the genetic superiority of the Chronosian race.

"I understand totally the need to have capable bodyguards; while these two are mere scribes and bureaucrats such as myself; I trust my life absolutely to Lord Ragnar and his doubtlessly superior warriors. It seems obvious that such glories as Power Armor and genetic manipulation, though I would not claim that to be the only secret of their creation, in the creation of Space Marines or their ilk are beyond you. Perhaps in time you will learn how to create a truly superior fighting Machine" He let a smirk spread warmly across his features; showing only a veneer of undisguised superiority and eloquence so common to his race.

"A war to engulf a galaxy to wipe out the hated Xeno; you speak of something that the ancestors of our Imperium attempted countless aeons ago. They were winning too; yet it was not the predations of the Xeno that stopped such efforts, but the glorious actions of Horus; who saw the false Emperors efforts towards Godhood, turned, and waged war upon his Master. Such is the thing that other, loyalist dogs, would call the Horus Heresy; but they lack true vision. They lack knowledge of the Gods, and their plans for the Universe. Even your emergence must be acknowledged as a blessing of Tzeentch; his grace has brought our distant, mirrored, cousins here.

He works in most pleasingly mysterious ways."

IC: "Sorry to disapoint you, but we've been using genetically enhance troops for several centuries," replied Renton, "These Augments, as they are known, have enhanced intelligence, speed, strength, dexterity, and every other aspect that makes them excellent soldiers. Only problem in the beginning was watching out for the few bad apples that sprouted up from time to time that tried to step out of line and their place. These days, with the Agony Booth, the Agonizer, and other items that were developed, we can 're-educate' them to have them follow their proper place.

"As for armor, we have what we need for our Marines," he smirked, "of course, what use is armor when you have weapons that would just vaporize that as well as the solider inside. Of course, while some weapons can go that high in settings, it takes a lot of energy out of them and limits them to one or two shots. The one or two weapons specifically designed to solely do this, like the Varon-T disrupter pistol, are powerful, yes, but don't last as long as standard weapons.

"One thing about the Varon-T, it takes ten full seconds for the target to be disrupted, and its said to be one of the most painful and particullarly unpleasent ways to die. Perhaps later you would like a demonstration of one.

"Now, while I may not be religious myself, I recognize to each their own, so I will not pass judgement on what you choose to believe in. Nor, frankly, do I really care. If a crew member is religious, that's fine with me, so long as it doesn't interfere with their duties aboard this ship. That's what I care about."

"Nothing like a Space Marine, of course; you cannot fathom the lengths to which we augment our troops; genetically, physically, psychologically...You prattle about weapons that lack tactical sense; able to get off a few potent shots before ultimately being unable to fire; rather than a constant and precise onslaught. We do not expect you to understand, of course; you are quite young in the ways of war; you have not fought the Long war for the glory of Chaos for untold millenia, our simple cousins.

You do, of course, still lack in Psykers; which is a shame, we expected all of mankind to privy to the next phase of humanity and its glorious evolution. You care nothing for religion; but in time, you will come to realise that the universe is far more complex than simply physics and numbers; one can only fathom the complexity of existence when his eyes are open to the true metaphysical glory of Chaos."

He let a smile flood his features, almost gloating at the captain, "Of course I expected as much from an alternate brood of Humanity; tolerant and possessed of degrees of mercy; soldiers not yet fully perfected into the killing engines they ought to be, psyker traits not yet evident, tolerant of the xeno and its ways. Truly you shame pure humanity. The Emperor will be greatly saddened by this news, unless you can prove yourselves worthy as a race worthy of his attentions."

Renton snorted with barely concealed laughter.

"Mercy? That won't get you anywhere in the Empire. To survive, one has to be cold and calculating. None of that all for one and one for all crap. The most common sentiment in the Empire is for people to place their faith in the one thing they know they can trust, themselves.

"And you doubt our abilities in combat. Well, you forget about fall of the old Terran Empire to the Alliance, how Terrans were forced into slavery by the Allinace, and how the Rebellion made them pay for their mistakes in the end after almost a full century of fighting. Then there's the Borg War, which more recent. I could also name combat that took place in the days of the old Terran Empire, but I doubt you would care.

"As for psykers, as you call them, we've had our fair share of experience with Espers, as we call them. Prior to the first major incident, we were limited with those that were born to their powers of either one or another ability. Then, in the time of the Terran Empire, a ship called the Valiant attempted to cross the Galactic Barrier in 2065. Somehow this did something to the naturally born Espers aboard. They were enhanced in a way. Over time, they gained the full spectrum of known Esper abilites, and then some. Events then conspired that led to the ship self-destructing. Thus, the Barrier's offiicial discovery wasn't until 2265, when the recorder-marker from the Valient was found by the Enterprise of the day. The Enterprise then attempted to cross the Barrier and had, at first, only one crew member affected. Problem was," he paused for breath, "the man went insane with the immense power he had gained and attempted to kill the rest of the crew. In the end, he himself was killed by the ship's Captain. When the second crew member, a women, started exhibiting powers shortly before, she willingly choose to strand herself on an isolated planet. As of today, we are being cautious about our encounters with the Galactic Barrier and working on giving natural Espers enhanced abilites. This way, given time, it is believed that they will one day be able to encounter the Barrier without being driven mad with power.

"As for my non-religious nature, its served me my entire life just fine. If my time comes to die, then so be it. That which makes me unique will never be back, even if my body and mind are cloned."

“Sir”

“What is it?”

“Long range sensors have detected a possible Class 4 event.”

“Details?”

“None at this moment.”

“Take The Bloodlust to the location but remain a safe distance away in case it is unstable. Request an Infiltrator to rendezvous at those coordinates but they should remain in T-Space.”

“Yes Sir”

Minutes later within T-Space, the destroyer waited for the cruiser, its Dimensional Sensors probing the gaping wound in reality.

“Sir, the Cruiser will be in position within a couple minutes.”

“Take us to Real Space.”

“Yes Sir.”

The destroyer dropped from T-Space, emerging into Real Space. Sensors would be screaming as the tiny 120 meter ship faded into reality. The sensors would read the ship possessing not only the mass of a small sun, but the power readings from the vessel would be nearly off the scale. The ebon craft held its position, allowing those already there to complete their scans of the ship before they acted.

OOC: Okay, its getting a little crowded in here. From now on, this thread is closed to all current non-participants. If you want in, TG me with a VERY good reason.

IC: I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"Okay, now that's interesting."

"Agreed. The newly arrived ship must be made of something incredibaly(sp?) dense."

"Agreed. Not even ships equipped with Romulan style singularity cores read like that."

"You're right, I don't care. I've walked the halls of the greatest human empire ever to grace our stars and can tell you right now that it takes quite a bit to impress me. Boasting about inconsequential battles and victories in a parallel universe that cannot even be verified if all well and good; but we know the measure of a man's honor. Of course, such things are reserved for more deserving masters, like the members of the Adeptus Astartes." He paused, stifling a chuckle. "I am but a bureaucrat, what would I know of combat; save what I read."

"Now, as for your shying away from psychic power; only when man truly evolves and progresses will he be able to have any hope of taming his psychic potential; most likely you and your crew are no more than candle flames in the Warp; while other, more potent psykers of my race; would be like raging infernos." He tapped a finger against his chin, as though pondering. "Though the state of the Immaterium in your own timeline would be interesting to see; I must admit that you are ill-equipped to deal with such power. From what I can see you've pussyfooted through this rift and now set about stomping around trying to define your own territory; in another reality. Did it ever occur to you that this might belong to someone? That they might seek vengeance when you began to name and claim and plant little flags?"

Actaeon titters gently. "Most likely all of this stems from an unabashed egotism as to the dominance of your own particular brand of humanity; even while collaborating with Xenos, I would like to see which kinds you dabble with coincidentally, as well as seeking to establish an Empire to rival even the most glorious of Imperial designs. It's cute; but I expect you have no idea of the powers loose throughout this universe; better then that we guide you, younglings. For I see in you none of the steel that would survive at the hands and predations of some of the more powerful denizens of this plane.

Nothing personal, you understand, but a new race to this existence should most definetly know your enemies. Perhaps you are a threat, perhaps your passage is a glorious gift from the Changer of Ways; all remains to be seen, but if Tzeentch's touch is upon you, I cannot begin to describe the pleasure I will have at watching how you are manipulated." A smirk, almost a grin. "How goes the battle, by the way?"

"Here we were bold and loud in our arrival with the intent of attracting natives of this reality," replied Renton, "Our original point-of-entry is already well fortified as is the area around it. We made contact with the nations of New Dornelia, IDF, Kirisubo, and the Huntarian Alliance a little while later.

"At another meeting outside our territory, which is still under way, we encountered the Abh, a new space faring nation called the Untied Orb Union, Soloriel, Cravan, Theao, North Mack, and Sephrioth," the last name was said with obvious distaste.

"We came in with a bang because we wanted people to know we were here. We had compared our charts from our own reality with those of the native nation of IDF, which is situated in a near-by star system, that showed no known claimers of this star system prior to our arrival.

"As for the non-terrans that form parts of the Empire, you're right, you would have to see them for yourself as not even I would take my word on it if our positions were reversed."

OOC: Chrono, if by battle you mean the thing with TAC, that is on hold and temporarily retconned until he can come back, publically apologize for his crap, and stop god-wanking his ships into invincibility.

"Here we were bold and loud in our arrival with the intent of attracting natives of this reality," replied Renton, "Our original point-of-entry is already well fortified as is the area around it. We made contact with the nations of New Dornelia, IDF, Kirisubo, and the Huntarian Alliance a little while later.

"At another meeting outside our territory, which is still under way, we encountered the Abh, a new space faring nation called the Untied Orb Union, Soloriel, Cravan, Theao, North Mack, and Sephrioth," the last name was said with obvious distaste.

"We came in with a bang because we wanted people to know we were here. We had compared our charts from our own reality with those of the native nation of IDF, which is situated in a near-by star system, that showed no known claimers of this star system prior to our arrival.

"As for the non-terrans that form parts of the Empire, you're right, you would have to see them for yourself as not even I would take my word on it if our positions were reversed."

OOC: Chrono, if by battle you mean the thing with TAC, that is on hold and temporarily retconned until he can come back, publically apologize for his crap, and stop god-wanking his ships into invincibility.

OOC: I have nothing to apolgize for. You have been rude, recalcitrant, obstructionist, and arrogant in your every post. My weapons were unable to damage you, when they exceed the power levels of any plasma weapon ever fielded in the trekverse by orders of magnitude. I do not see why it is my responsibility to accept OMGPWNAGE! from what is accepted as THE weakest techbase in FT, especially when you will not accept any damage without my focussing a dozen weapons on you, and the Sniper Weapon, which, if we want to be canonical asses, should have sliced cleanly through the vertical axis of your ship, rupturing the Warp Core. You have chosen to be Trek, now live with it. Shall we have the UNSC begin hitting you with tonnages that make most people blink when they see them? 600 tons at any reasonable speed will simply snap your ships in half. Any faster and it will punch a massive hole, releasing enough KE to make things messy in your area for a LONG time. Better yet, get some more friends in here. Let's find a Cultureverse nation and ALL get raped.

Grow up Jarvon, or SQ, or whoever the hell you are. I was serious when I said you needed counciling. You have no control of your temper, and you let your opinions influence your RP. It is QUITE likely that Jarvon will be trapped in your little mirror universe by the end of this RP, and no one will ever have to deal with you again. Either that or someone will become so annoyed that they send an invasion fleet to simply walk over you.

OOC: TAC, I've already told you and your BS were no longer welcome here. Now leave my thread.

OOC: TAC, I've already told you and your BS were no longer welcome here. Now leave my thread.

OOC: You don't even know why you're wrong, no matter how many more experienced and respected RPers tell you otherwise. Why do we even TRY with you anymore? What would make any of us want to RP with you? You bludgeon everyone with canon, then try to make the uberest canon you can. There is no redeeming characteristic about your RP style, it is cliched, clumsy, and techwanked to the fullest. You turn most every thread you enter into an OOC flame fest because people do not go along with what you want, and you cannot handle defeat.

Tell me why I would WANT to rejoin this RP.

OOC: @All: Lets just ignore that GM-wanker and get back to RPing.

OOC: Okay, its getting a little crowded in here. From now on, this thread is closed to all current non-participants. If you want in, TG me with a VERY good reason.


Does this mean I am included or excluded from the RP since you stated this after my arrival post?

Does this mean I am included or excluded from the RP since you stated this after my arrival post?

OOC: Nah, Bal. Just means you're the last one who made it before the cut-off.

I aplogize if I misworded it so that you assumed that.

"Previous interactions between yourselves and any number of races within this primary universe are ultimately not my concern. These xenos that you have incorporated are; the possibility of you being tainted rises with each instance of mercy towards the Alien that you display; an excellent start, but certainly no follow through as to ultimate destruction. The Xeno is a foul mockery of mankind and its perfection; it seeks only to lie, despoil, corrupt and destroy. That you so eagerly cleave to alien races is a worrying development, reflective of your failure to achieve true human purity."

Actaeon sighs softly, almost bored with the progress of this race. Humanity was meant to conquer the stars for itself, not collaborate with the very architects of its demise. Had any true son of the Imperium shown mercy to the Xeno? Had they ever ceased in their quest to purify and rule the Galaxy? Of course not...

"I've been wondering what rights you actually possess in this reality; not being of it, I mean. We rarely consider races from outside this galaxy to have anything in the way of rights, let alone beings from alternate universes. Thus I have to wonder if you can actually claim territory. An amusing dilemma." A half-suppressed laugh slips free.

"You will, of course, have to tell us more about your Empire; and perhaps we can help you in more properly adjusting. Compromise is weakness, co-existence is weakness. The strong and the mighty do not tarry with cooperation; they conquer and destroy; they raise up immense monuments to victory upon every world they break, every system forced into compliance. Over each battlefield, the eight pointed star holds sway; and Chaos rules with iron fist, resplendant, glorious, unstoppable. Such is the way of war that has been passed down and perfected for millenia."

"The Borg sought perfection," replied Renton, "They tried to bring other's closer to what they viewed as ultimate perfection by assimilating them, with no regard for anything, into the Collective. When they tried that with the Empire, we crushed them.

"The human race is to remain pure. We fought and died to keep it that way.

"As for the non-Terrestials that serve the Empire, there is only one species, the Andorians, that don't resemble humans in any way except general physical form. We keep them around mainly because they make good cannon fodder for the front lines. The Vulcans, Trill, and Betazoids are more human-like with a few distinct differences. Vulcans are used as scientists and engineers due to their natural intelligence and strength, Betazoids make great interrogators due to the natural telepathy of the species, and joined Trill are most useful in advisor roles in the Empire due to the experiences the symbiote has gained through the lifetimes of its hosts.

"Of course, its quite rare for a non-Terrestial to achieve officer rank. Same with Augments, but its not as hard for them to achieve officer rank. Those Augments and non-Terrestials that do make it into the ranks of the Empire's officers are ruthless and loyal to the Emperor to such a degree he personnally granted them their special circumstances to join the ranks of the pure humans that make up most of the Empire's officers.

"While the pure humans of the Empire hold the positions of power, there have been a few instances where half-breeds have developed. The punishment is for both parents to spend enough time in an Agony Booth for them to loose counciousness(sp?), which can be minutes, hours, days, or even weeks depending on the settings. The child is then taken as a ward of the state and put where he or she would be of most use. The boys usually wind up in boot camp and eventually on the front lines as more possible cannon fodder. As for the girls, well, we find uses for them. Waste not, want not."

"The Emperor has found perfection; Slaanesh took his soul, took from him the very fear of death and remade him, utterly pure, completely perfect. To gaze upon him is to know utterly the destiny of the Human race; to conquer and subjugate all the known worlds. To forge an eternal Empire; ripe in the power of the Gods. Such is the will of the Emperor; such is the way of the Imperium. Only in Imperfection can we truly fail him, and in doing so fail the Gods, and the destiny promised to us"

"You speak of aliens fulfilling duties and roles that mankind could just as easily fulfill; you allow pure xeno-filth to defile your command structure, and yet ruthless punish halfbreeds; those touched and changed by the divine purity of Man. Quite an idiocy, if you ask me. Quite a foolish way of managing things; better to have Xenos utterly segregated, or wiped out all together. Suffer not the Xeno, for they cherish nothing that is sacred or of Man; spitting upon Mankinds divine right to rule the stars"

"We could spend eternity going back and forth on this topic," responded Renton, "it would be best if you actually experienced it for yourself instead of just taking my word for it. Something I'm sure would be the same if our positions were reversed."

By this time, they had reached the half-way point of the trip to the command officer sanctum and its dining area where the meal was to take place.

"We could; and when the treacherous dogs that you oppress and use rise up and slit your throats, we'll be sure to expect both validiction and an apology, providing you can still speak. The Imperium shall never fall from within to the wiles of the malignant xeno; instead, it shall endure until the true plan of the Gods is realised. I wonder if you realise your own place in this game. Tzeentch certainly has a sense of humor in presenting us with such a tinted mirror.

The Eldar, the Ork, but examples of the alien races wiped from worlds deemed as claimed by the glory of the Imperium; he does not forsake or abandon worlds claimed in his Name. Each alien that falls before our troops, is simply another bloodied step towards absolute glory. We ripped the very heart from the Cassiopeian galaxy, and even now wage glorious war upon arrogant fiends who proclaim themselves grander than Mankind, the hated Alterans."

Trill Star System
Life was difficult for the three rebel Minbari Federation Sharlins. Tragati, Strelas'tha and Vindira seceded from the Federation government after the fiasco of the Battle of the Line, where the Minbari fleet had surrendered to a defeated Earther fleet after a discovery the three Alyts were never informed of. Instead of accepting the orders to surrender, these three vessels jumped into jump space and had never been reported in Minbari space since. They had degenerated to common pirates; they raided shipping in various systems to obtain vital parts, food, and material to survive and continue to raid. Settling down was impossible, for they were pirates.

So as they jumped into Trill they did not expect multiple vessels to be in the system, apparently lounging around. There were enough vessels to make the captains think twice about attacking, and the mere presence of a Chronosian vessel was another affront. The lead vessel, Strelas'tha, opened a communication line to all ships in the Trill system.

We are not hostiles, we are rebels of the Minbari Federation and we are seeking refuge and a possible trade.

"We could; and when the treacherous dogs that you oppress and use rise up and slit your throats, we'll be sure to expect both validiction and an apology, providing you can still speak. The Imperium shall never fall from within to the wiles of the malignant xeno; instead, it shall endure until the true plan of the Gods is realised. I wonder if you realise your own place in this game. Tzeentch certainly has a sense of humor in presenting us with such a tinted mirror.

The Eldar, the Ork, but examples of the alien races wiped from worlds deemed as claimed by the glory of the Imperium; he does not forsake or abandon worlds claimed in his Name. Each alien that falls before our troops, is simply another bloodied step towards absolute glory. We ripped the very heart from the Cassiopeian galaxy, and even now wage glorious war upon arrogant fiends who proclaim themselves grander than Mankind, the hated Alterans."

"Considering the conditions that were prevalent with them during the reign of the Alliance," Renton replied with a half-smile, "they consider the Emperor as the agent of their liberation. Any and all malcontents are found and 're-educated', while the more extreme cases are simply killed. The Emperor has allowed this devotion to him to continue to grow.

"I don't know how the history of the Earth of this reality went, but there must be a few similarities. Compare it, if you will, to the Allies freeing of the Holocaust survivers at the end of the second World War. I won't go into details about the next two World Wars, the last one which resulted in the current Empire, as I doubt they happened on the Earth you know.

"And don't get me started on why the Alliance is allowed to survive," he growled, "we've tried time and again to fight them off. Currently, we've wound up in a cease fire situation while all eyes are on the Romulan Civil War, with the Romulans backed by the Empire and the Remens backed by the Alliance. Its all politics, and each is trying to embaress the other.

"If people like me had our way, we would just go in and use one of the Empire's two types of last resort weapons on the Alliance's homeworlds. Those insulant dogs have snubbed their noses at the Empire for the last time. Though many consider the insult of us driving them from Terra is enough for now, I disagree."

Trill Star System
Life was difficult for the three rebel Minbari Federation Sharlins. Tragati, Strelas'tha and Vindira seceded from the Federation government after the fiasco of the Battle of the Line, where the Minbari fleet had surrendered to a defeated Earther fleet after a discovery the three Alyts were never informed of. Instead of accepting the orders to surrender, these three vessels jumped into jump space and had never been reported in Minbari space since. They had degenerated to common pirates; they raided shipping in various systems to obtain vital parts, food, and material to survive and continue to raid. Settling down was impossible, for they were pirates.

So as they jumped into Trill they did not expect multiple vessels to be in the system, apparently lounging around. There were enough vessels to make the captains think twice about attacking, and the mere presence of a Chronosian vessel was another affront. The lead vessel, Strelas'tha, opened a communication line to all ships in the Trill system.

OOC: Though you should have sent a TG to one of my nations, Whyatica, I'll let it slide for now. I'm intrigued in the possible story arc you've created.

Messages

Response from the Gecko:

We know nothing of this Minbari Federation that you speak of. You will stand you ships down and prepare to allow inspection teams to board. You are now in a star system of the United Empire Of Planets. You have one Terran hour to either leave, or respond with the confirmation of your co-operation with us.

"Then you are wiser than your peers it would seem. Some would question your right to exterminate entire worlds; but people like us, we know the nessecity of our actions. I have seen men give orders that have left entire worlds as mere ashes; left entire systems devoid of life. Our own Emperor, loved by all, laid waste to the system of his rebirth before taking his fathers life and succeeding him to become our Lord and Emperor; he and his Primarch siblings have laid waste to countless civilisations; each time without pity, without mercy.

Allowing ones enemies to live and grow in strength to act against you, is a simple sign of weakness. I am glad that one of your race seems to at least respect that modicum of wisdom. Our history of Earth goes back to the days of the Imperium of Man; to its final hours when Chaos tore it asunder. A lone survivor wandered the void for countless aeons, honing his own abilities; before returning to earth, shepherding the Chronosian people to the stars. There we found glory, Imperium and eventually Chaos. Now, we continue our Long War, fighting to spread the limitless glories of Chaos, to reunify the fractured factions of Mankind; and rule the galaxy unchallenged. Should you wish an education, I would be happy to have one of the Chaplains tell you more."

Strelas'tha
"Alyt, they claim this system in the name of the United Empire of Planets. They say that they will board inspection teams on our vessels or we will leave."

"We aren't letting some Earther inspect our ship. Keep our shields up, open the gunports, tell them that we are not hostile to them and we will not attack them or anyone else in the system for that matter."

"Yes, Alyt. Transmission sending. Shields are up and holding at one hundred percent power. Stealth device is not enabled yet. Should we enable it?"

"Turn the stealth device on, I'd rather anyone not get sensor locks on us. These don't appear to be your typical Earthers, so be prepared for anything."

"Yes, Alyt."

In the engineering section of the ship, an audible buzzing and whirring ensued through the room as the jury-rigged shielding technology enabled itself. They were New Dornalian in manufacture - The trio of ships had ambushed a Federation Tinashi on a patrol and captured it, finding that the Federation had New Dornalian shielding technology on it's newest ships. The technology had been quickly copied and when the pirate trio were able, they built their own. These shields had proven useful to the three in several occasions, one of which was when they attacked a Federation frigate only to be hit by an Adronado class that was in-system. The shields held on by a thread as the three Sharlins exited the system, proving the usefulness of them.

Here and now, the vessels opened their gunports, a rigidly held sign of respect by all Minbari in the galaxy. This had gotten the Federation in trouble once before when an Earther vessel misinterpreted the sign, beginning the genocidal Minbari-Terran war..

"Then you are wiser than your peers it would seem. Some would question your right to exterminate entire worlds; but people like us, we know the nessecity of our actions. I have seen men give orders that have left entire worlds as mere ashes; left entire systems devoid of life. Our own Emperor, loved by all, laid waste to the system of his rebirth before taking his fathers life and succeeding him to become our Lord and Emperor; he and his Primarch siblings have laid waste to countless civilisations; each time without pity, without mercy.

Allowing ones enemies to live and grow in strength to act against you, is a simple sign of weakness. I am glad that one of your race seems to at least respect that modicum of wisdom. Our history of Earth goes back to the days of the Imperium of Man; to its final hours when Chaos tore it asunder. A lone survivor wandered the void for countless aeons, honing his own abilities; before returning to earth, shepherding the Chronosian people to the stars. There we found glory, Imperium and eventually Chaos. Now, we continue our Long War, fighting to spread the limitless glories of Chaos, to reunify the fractured factions of Mankind; and rule the galaxy unchallenged. Should you wish an education, I would be happy to have one of the Chaplains tell you more."

"Everytime the Empire and the Alliance have fought in an all-out war," replied Renton more calmly, "a point is always reached where the fighting is at a stand still. They possess the knowledge they have gained from the Gamma Quadrant that has allowed them to create their own last resort weapon as well as beam weapons that by-pass our shields and a form of energy torpedo that disables our ships. If it weren't for our sheer determination, our more technological superiority, will power, and the human ability to the think outside the box, we would have found ourselves once again under Alliance rule. The first time it was caused by a Vulcan who had been influenced by ideals from another reality. He has since be 're-educated' and demoted. If I remember correctly, he has been put on the front line of the Empire backed Romulans as our representative on Romulus. Those ideals of compassion, tolerance, and compromise corrupted the Terran Empire and made it weak. Now, while they still exist in altered forms, they have returned to their place at the bottom of Imperial policies where they belong."

OOC: Ehh, just so you know, for my story line, the return of an old enemy will come before the return of hostilites between the UEP and the Alliance.

Strelas'tha
"Alyt, they claim this system in the name of the United Empire of Planets. They say that they will board inspection teams on our vessels or we will leave."

"We aren't letting some Earther inspect our ship. Keep our shields up, open the gunports, tell them that we are not hostile to them and we will not attack them or anyone else in the system for that matter."

"Yes, Alyt. Transmission sending. Shields are up and holding at one hundred percent power. Stealth device is not enabled yet. Should we enable it?"

"Turn the stealth device on, I'd rather anyone not get sensor locks on us. These don't appear to be your typical Earthers, so be prepared for anything."

"Yes, Alyt."

In the engineering section of the ship, an audible buzzing and whirring ensued through the room as the jury-rigged shielding technology enabled itself. They were New Dornalian in manufacture - The trio of ships had ambushed a Federation Tinashi on a patrol and captured it, finding that the Federation had New Dornalian shielding technology on it's newest ships. The technology had been quickly copied and when the pirate trio were able, they built their own. These shields had proven useful to the three in several occasions, one of which was when they attacked a Federation frigate only to be hit by an Adronado class that was in-system. The shields held on by a thread as the three Sharlins exited the system, proving the usefulness of them.

Here and now, the vessels opened their gunports, a rigidly held sign of respect by all Minbari in the galaxy. This had gotten the Federation in trouble once before when an Earther vessel misinterpreted the sign, beginning the genocidal Minbari-Terran war..

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"Sir, they have opened what I can only assume are torpedo tubes and activated some form of electronic counter measures. Modifying sensors now to counteract their jamming."

"Hmm. They just barge into our space and refuse to accept the conditions we set that would allow them to stay. Relay word to our fleet that was sent to demonstrate Imperial might against the Cassiopians that they may be needed here."

"Aye, sir."

Messages

Transmitted to the Sharlin from the Gecko:

I repeat, stand down and submit your ships and crews to our inspection teams. Once you have been cleared as not carrying any contraband, you will be allowed to stay. However, refuse and you will have only two options. Leave this system and be on your way, or have a taste of our firepower.

OOC:Jarvon/SQ, get on MSN?

"You lack follow though, just like I said. One need not care about total destruction, only that he continue on, and attain absolute victory at any cost. Prattling about how they might beat you will only bring you defeat and weakness; compromising when conflict comes to a stand still is as bad as collaborating with the hated enemy. You honestly possess no true human backbone; no determination to prove your superiority. What a mess your own reality must be, with such weak commitment to Imperialism at the fore.

Humanity clawed its way to the stars here and forged Empires upon its own merits, conquered those who would be conquerers; enforced its glorious will across the length of the galaxy. You, you whimper and cower at the thought of mutual destruction, limping through the hoops that war commands you to jump through on borrowed technology, before fleeing here to despoil our own reality with your presence. I can't imagine how you and your kind can even think of maintaining power, if you fear this alliance so...The Emperor delivered his chosen, the Adeptus Astartes, that they would be his greatest warriors, forged in furnaces of war, and knowing no Fear."

OOC: Sorry for the late reply

IC: Eureka nodded " Its not like all humans are in this situation. Some humans rule vast Empires in other nations. Even Neo Zeta was onced controled by humans untell they merged with the Fayth Empire of Bevelle. From then on Demons and Fayth have been takeing more and more power. And as of now the only humans with real power are those like Sensui and a few others but they are rare indeed."

Kira smiled " Humans are weak they build their tech and try to enchance themselfs with implants such as the ones your crew have shown. Us demons need no such junk as we are born with a power Humans can never master... our demonic energys. However this is not to say all humans are weak...there are a few rare humans that are worthy enough to be seen as a equal to us demons." Kira stopped for a moment then smiled showing his fangs " I hope i did not offend you or your crew"

"You lack follow though, just like I said. One need not care about total destruction, only that he continue on, and attain absolute victory at any cost. Prattling about how they might beat you will only bring you defeat and weakness; compromising when conflict comes to a stand still is as bad as collaborating with the hated enemy. You honestly possess no true human backbone; no determination to prove your superiority. What a mess your own reality must be, with such weak commitment to Imperialism at the fore.

Humanity clawed its way to the stars here and forged Empires upon its own merits, conquered those who would be conquerers; enforced its glorious will across the length of the galaxy. You, you whimper and cower at the thought of mutual destruction, limping through the hoops that war commands you to jump through on borrowed technology, before fleeing here to despoil our own reality with your presence. I can't imagine how you and your kind can even think of maintaining power, if you fear this alliance so...The Emperor delivered his chosen, the Adeptus Astartes, that they would be his greatest warriors, forged in furnaces of war, and knowing no Fear."

"We don't fear the Alliance, we respect them as equal in power, but we don't confuse that with giving them status equal to that of a human," Renton responded, "Truth be told, first contact with the Vulcans was far from what it ought to have been. Their ship landed and met with gun fire. Their ship was then stripped.

"Its current belief that intolerance and utter arogance like that is what led to the eventual, and inevitable in the opinion of many, downfall of the old Terran Empire when combined with the taint from the alternate reality where things had taken a different path.

"Unlike the Terran Empire, the United Empire Of Planets learns from past history so as to not repeat past mistakes. If we still operated like the out-dated Terran Empire, we would have shot you when you first left your shuttle and taken it for ourselves. But we didn't as we are more civilized then that now.

"Of course, enough rambling on from me about the Empire," a pause for breath, "other than your obvious intent on whiping out all non-Terrestials, and rumors and second-hand accounts we've heard about your nation, we know nothing about you. Tell me, what should the Empire know about the nation of Chronosia if we are to have continuing neutral relations, at the least, in the future?"

OOC: Sorry for the late reply

IC: Eureka nodded " Its not like all humans are in this situation. Some humans rule vast Empires in other nations. Even Neo Zeta was onced controled by humans untell they merged with the Fayth Empire of Bevelle. From then on Demons and Fayth have been takeing more and more power. And as of now the only humans with real power are those like Sensui and a few others but they are rare indeed."

OOC: Not a problem, NZ. I'm patient. Plus, don't forget about the wonders of Fluid Time.

IC: "Hmm," replied Anemone, "very interesting, Captain. You mind if I call you Eureka? Its getting kind of tideous to keep calling you Captain."

Kira smiled " Humans are weak they build their tech and try to enchance themselfs with implants such as the ones your crew have shown. Us demons need no such junk as we are born with a power Humans can never master... our demonic energys. However this is not to say all humans are weak...there are a few rare humans that are worthy enough to be seen as a equal to us demons." Kira stopped for a moment then smiled showing his fangs " I hope i did not offend you or your crew"

Anemone glared at him through slitted eye-lids.

"Those implants are considered badges of honor," she replied coldly, "they mark those who were critically injured in battle and only survived because they recieved them.

"In the Empire, you know what we would do with a malcontent like you? We would send you to the front line in an area where you will most likely not survive to prevent you from spreading your opinions to others and causing a possible insurrection. We have done it before and we will do it again if the need arises.

"As for your thoughs on humans being weak," she continued, "while I don't know about those you've encountered in this reality, I can assure you that humans from my reality are anything but. Or is our retaking of our homeplanet from the Alliance, beat them to a standstill in war, and later stood up to and defeated the Borg not enough proof of that for you? Perhaps you would like to take your chance in the gym against one of our Augments."

She whirled angrily and walked out of the turbolift and down a short hole to the door leading the command staff's inner sanctum. She stopped outside the door and pressed her left palm to the scanner next to it. After the computer had checked her hand print, the screen changed and she kept her right eye open motionless while the retina was scanned. When the security check was complete, the screen flashed with a green bar containing the word 'Appoved' in it across the center and the door slid open. After she got her hand print and retina pattern verified, the door slid open.

Halfway through, she stopped and said, without turning around, "Try to keep such comments to yourself. Not all the command staff will be as controlled as I was if you spout your mouth of during the dinner. Plus, the Chronosian representative will be there as well. From what I've heard of them, he or she will most likely try to rip your tounge out for saying something like that."

Strelas'tha
"Impotent earthers..Always wanting to show off their firepower. Cut communications, power all weapons. Target the escorts with secondary guns, target the Gecko with the main neutron guns. Aim for.." the Alyt pointed, "Here." He pointed at a section of the smaller forward section of the Gecko.

"These Earthers build bizarre designs. Why the pylons? Oh well. Tragati and Vindira are to target the large pylons to each side of the smaller ships, we'll target the flagship. Load the fifty megaton torpedos and launch, I don't expect them to hit but we'll see their capabilities. Launch all fighters, get them handling the escort ships. One of the wings is to target the supply ships in the rear, especially the ones that appear to be colony ships. All ships, open fire!"

The three Sharlins, moving in a triangular formation, launched their fighters, twelve Nials each. The fighters formed a fighter screen in front of the capital ships, except a wing of them which covered the rear and prepared to go after the Imperial colonial and cargo ships. Shields were raised, forming a shimmering bubble once and disappearing, allowing the massive forms of the Sharlins to impose among the Imperial fleet.

Strelas'tha opened fire first, the gigantic neutron beams cutting a swath across the void of space and imparting it's energy onto the Gecko. Yellow beams streaked out of the gun ports, hopefully catching the enemy unawares and blind to the Minbari advance, as had worked so well in the past against previous Earthers and other Younger Races. Four fifty-megaton fusion torpedos launched out of the torpedo tubes at the current speed of the Sharlin itself, which was .02c and accelerating rapidly.

The two backup Sharlins, Vindira and Tragati, took their fighter escorts and cut into the Imperial fleet with dozens of weapons, the neutron beams, fusion beams, electromagnetic beams, torpedos, and the fighters entered the mix. Skillfully piloted, the Nial class fighters entered the Imperial formations, firing and whatever ships were in sight and weaving through the formations. The weaponry of the Imperials was as of yet unknown, but the three Alyts were hedging their bets that the Imperial weaponry was similar to the Earth Alliance of before.

"All ships, this operation is going to be cut-and-run. All Nials are to return to their berths within ten minutes of combat and we are going to head into jumpspace after fifteen minutes of combat. We're outnumbered here and there are several other nations in-system, so we're going to do as much damage as we can and get the hell out." Those last words rang through the communicators of every Nial and Sharlin of the Pirate Fleet..

Kira laughs " You i like unlike most humans. Maybe your breed of humanity is diffrent from the weak peaons of that i know of."

Eureka stopped kira befor he could accept the challange for the gym. " You may call me Eureka. And please forgive my information officer. The Imperial Guard tend to have a strong ego ever since the purge of Ishbal where they destroyed the last major human only world."

"We have a great and proud history; stemming back to Marcus De Drakan's first founding of the Chronosian Imperium. It was he who brought us the great arts of war, who first founded the great institutions such as the Space Marines and the Mechanicus, in memory of the long-ago vanished Imperium of Man. He forged his Primarch sons to be warrior gods; his favored sons, to lead his armies in each of their roles...

But he was decieved. True power called, and he answered; and in a single night we were given over to Chaos. Since then, our culture has grown, advanced, the Gods have gifted us and we have spread, becoming a species of immense power, forging an Empire in the name of the Gods. They have guided us, and one day they shall rejoice as we fulfill their will upon this plane; fulfill our destiny.

If you wish to remain neutral with us; I would advise that you stay out of the way of our crusades. You are either with us or against us in the grand scheme of things, and we would much rather have you with us, than be forced to render you into compliance by brute force. Especially since you showed such promise at the outset of our meeting...It would be a shame to waste such cousins."

OOC:

Remember, my very presence is distorting all the mass, gravity, and power sensors within range. Think of it as trying to spy the enemy plane when it is coming at you from out of the sun.


IC:

Within T-Space, the Infiltrator Cruiser swiftly slid into place, dropping from an even higher dimension into the 7th. The black ship quickly launched its eight Triple-S vessels and they took position the required distance away from their parent ship. The Space Minus Transmitters allowed real time connection between them and the cruiser effectively allowing the cruiser to use them as extensions of their already powerful sensors. They began scanning the ships and the rupture in Real Space.

“Sir, The Ghosts of War has arrived and is initiating scans. They will relay the data as soon as it is available.”

“I guess it is time to introduce ourselves.”

Echoing through the minds of the crews of the ships present, a telepathic message could be heard, apparently sent from The Bloodlust. The raw telepathic signal was being converted into each listener’s native tongue by their own minds.

We are Balrogga

We require information

We request to board

Strelas'tha
"Impotent earthers..Always wanting to show off their firepower. Cut communications, power all weapons. Target the escorts with secondary guns, target the Gecko with the main neutron guns. Aim for.." the Alyt pointed, "Here." He pointed at a section of the smaller forward section of the Gecko.

"These Earthers build bizarre designs. Why the pylons? Oh well. Tragati and Vindira are to target the large pylons to each side of the smaller ships, we'll target the flagship. Load the fifty megaton torpedos and launch, I don't expect them to hit but we'll see their capabilities. Launch all fighters, get them handling the escort ships. One of the wings is to target the supply ships in the rear, especially the ones that appear to be colony ships. All ships, open fire!"

The three Sharlins, moving in a triangular formation, launched their fighters, twelve Nials each. The fighters formed a fighter screen in front of the capital ships, except a wing of them which covered the rear and prepared to go after the Imperial colonial and cargo ships. Shields were raised, forming a shimmering bubble once and disappearing, allowing the massive forms of the Sharlins to impose among the Imperial fleet.

Strelas'tha opened fire first, the gigantic neutron beams cutting a swath across the void of space and imparting it's energy onto the Gecko. Yellow beams streaked out of the gun ports, hopefully catching the enemy unawares and blind to the Minbari advance, as had worked so well in the past against previous Earthers and other Younger Races. Four fifty-megaton fusion torpedos launched out of the torpedo tubes at the current speed of the Sharlin itself, which was .02c and accelerating rapidly.

The two backup Sharlins, Vindira and Tragati, took their fighter escorts and cut into the Imperial fleet with dozens of weapons, the neutron beams, fusion beams, electromagnetic beams, torpedos, and the fighters entered the mix. Skillfully piloted, the Nial class fighters entered the Imperial formations, firing and whatever ships were in sight and weaving through the formations. The weaponry of the Imperials was as of yet unknown, but the three Alyts were hedging their bets that the Imperial weaponry was similar to the Earth Alliance of before.

"All ships, this operation is going to be cut-and-run. All Nials are to return to their berths within ten minutes of combat and we are going to head into jumpspace after fifteen minutes of combat. We're outnumbered here and there are several other nations in-system, so we're going to do as much damage as we can and get the hell out." Those last words rang through the communicators of every Nial and Sharlin of the Pirate Fleet..

Three of the fusion missiles fired were targeted with point defense fire from disrupter cannon emplacements. The one that got through impacted against the 'chin' shields of the Gecko. The fusion blast, while not penetrating the defensive barrier, was enough to temporarily blind the sensors and the kinetic energy imparted to the shielding system caused a few power feed-back loops that blew out consoles and caused the very fabric of the ship to shake.

The pirate Sharlin's energy weapons were a different matter. The first few moments of beam impact hit the shields in a symphony of lights. However, after that, the beams from the Strelas'tha broke through within short order and slammed into the armor covering the hull causing even more kinetic vibrations through out the ship's structure. Luckily, thanks to the fact that origins from an Alliance shipyard instead of an Imperial one, the armor was thick enough, barely, to prevent a hull breech before the bridge crew shift on duty, who had been caught off-guard, brought the ship to standard sub-light cruise speed of 0.25c away from the Sharlin.

Almost in time with the detection of weapons fire from the Strelas'tha, the Gecko went to Red Alert. The Red Alert alarm wailed over the ship's intercoms, the light dimmed to an easier on the eyes red throughout the great vessel,

Meanwhile...

Seeing the capital ships and fighters coming from them, the lightly armed and armored non-combat ships jumped to Warp, but not before firing off a few parting phaser shots in the general direction of the advancing enemy.

The five Swift class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/scout_swift.jpg) scouts, five Remembrance class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/interceptor_remembrance.jpg) interceptors, five Foundation class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavydestroyer_foundation.jpg) heavy destroyers, two Stormbringer class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavycruiser_stormbringer.jpg) heavy cruisers, and three Enterprise class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavycruiser_enterprise.jpg) heavy cruisers launched a salvo of three Photon Torpedoes each before the first wave of incoming enemy fire hit them.

Due to their greater speed, the Swifts were in front, followed by the Remembrances, and thus took the brunt of the enemy fire. Two Remembrances and three Swifts dissolved into space debris in a matter of moments.

A Foundation took a hit that blasted through her shields and sliced neatly through one of her nacelle pylons. Sparks flew as the power transfer counduits ruptured and spewed plasma into space until the flow was halted.

The Photons, however, used their primitive and basic targeting sensors to lock on to the points of origin for the enemy weapons fire. If the enemy were going to use ECM jamming to mask their ship's location, they would find another way to hit them.

The damaged Gecko had rotated to place a fresh shield arc in the line of fire and blind fired a salvo of four Quantum Torpedoes set to follow the lines of enemy beam fire and strike against their points-of-origin with their zero point enhanced matter/anti-matter warheads.

OOC:

Remember, my very presence is distorting all the mass, gravity, and power sensors within range. Think of it as trying to spy the enemy plane when it is coming at you from out of the sun.


IC:

Within T-Space, the Infiltrator Cruiser swiftly slid into place, dropping from an even higher dimension into the 7th. The black ship quickly launched its eight Triple-S vessels and they took position the required distance away from their parent ship. The Space Minus Transmitters allowed real time connection between them and the cruiser effectively allowing the cruiser to use them as extensions of their already powerful sensors. They began scanning the ships and the rupture in Real Space.

“Sir, The Ghosts of War has arrived and is initiating scans. They will relay the data as soon as it is available.”

“I guess it is time to introduce ourselves.”

Echoing through the minds of the crews of the ships present, a telepathic message could be heard, apparently sent from The Bloodlust. The raw telepathic signal was being converted into each listener’s native tongue by their own minds.

Hurried response message from the Gecko:

If you wouldn't mind waiting for a little longer, it seems we have some pirates to deel with.

Kira laughs " You i like unlike most humans. Maybe your breed of humanity is diffrent from the weak peaons of that i know of."

Eureka stopped kira befor he could accept the challange for the gym. " You may call me Eureka. And please forgive my information officer. The Imperial Guard tend to have a strong ego ever since the purge of Ishbal where they destroyed the last major human only world."

Anemone stepped through the door and held it open for the Neo Zetan's to enter. Inside, they would find themselves in what appeared to be a woodland grotto complete with the relevant plant life, sounds of animal life, and animals native to the area. Of course, this was all done with the chamber's holographic emitter grid. The holograms were at the level that physical interaction with them was possible as well as that they were photorealistic and could easily be mistaken for real by someone not in the know.

Just then, suddenly, the impact of the pirate Sharlin's weapons first struck the shields. Anemone grabbed hold of a holographic tree branch to avoid being knocked off her feet.

As the shaking continued, she looked around to see how the Neo Zetans had faired.

"We have a great and proud history; stemming back to Marcus De Drakan's first founding of the Chronosian Imperium. It was he who brought us the great arts of war, who first founded the great institutions such as the Space Marines and the Mechanicus, in memory of the long-ago vanished Imperium of Man. He forged his Primarch sons to be warrior gods; his favored sons, to lead his armies in each of their roles...

But he was decieved. True power called, and he answered; and in a single night we were given over to Chaos. Since then, our culture has grown, advanced, the Gods have gifted us and we have spread, becoming a species of immense power, forging an Empire in the name of the Gods. They have guided us, and one day they shall rejoice as we fulfill their will upon this plane; fulfill our destiny.

If you wish to remain neutral with us; I would advise that you stay out of the way of our crusades. You are either with us or against us in the grand scheme of things, and we would much rather have you with us, than be forced to render you into compliance by brute force. Especially since you showed such promise at the outset of our meeting...It would be a shame to waste such cousins."

"Interesting" began Renton.

He didn't get a chance to continue as that was the moment the ship rocked from the first hits from the nuclear blast against the shields. Instinctively, he grabbed one of the support arches that braced the corrider at intervals to avoid an embarrising fall.

With his free hand, he slapped his combadge and roared, "Bridge, report!"

The voice of the watch commander replied, "Sir. Alien vessels have opened fire on us. They had arrived earlier without warning and request asylum. When they were asked to submit to a contraband check by an away team, they refused. After a second request from us for them to stand down and submit, they opened fire and launched some time of fighter craft. Their first strikes was with fusion weapons. We managed to destroy three of them prior to impact, however one got through and detonated against the shields. Sensors are still trying to filter out the over-load and lingering energy. Until then, we're pretty much blind unless we look out a window."

"Damn! Launch fighters."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

A swarm of Hawk class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/fighter_hawk.jpg) fighters and Harpoon class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/fighterpod_harpoon.jpg) fighter pods came darting out of the Gecko's fighter bays.

The small craft, while not the full compliment of fighter's carried aboard the Gecko were just enough to equal the total number of Nials in play, dove towards the pirate Nials with their pulse phaser cannons firing.

OOC: Whyatica, according to my info, a Sharlin carries 15 fighters.

OOC:These Sharlins have decreased fighter capacity due to the need for extra storage space; they are, after all, pirates.

IC:
First blood had been drawn. Strelas'tha had breached the shields of the Imperial flagship, and it continued to deliver a stream of punishment at the flagship. Speed was increased to .31c, range closing fast. Four more torpedoes were launched out of the torpedo tubes of Strelas'tha, heading at the already-damaged Gecko. The Sharlin's slightly fishy shape was much larger than the Imperial ships, and as fighters passed by Strelas'tha, automatic point-defense systems locked on and opened fire with hundreds of fusion pulses, enough to overload most small fighters instantly.

The pirate Minbari sneak attack had caught the Imperials offguard, and they apparently didn't know how to deal with the Minbari stealth very well. Advanced stealth systems onboard all three Sharlins prevented positive target locks by the majority of the Imperial sensors, and since the majority of the Imperial missiles had been blind-fired, they simply missed or were detonated prematurely by point-defense guns. Others, though, had been targetted by using sensors that detected where oncoming fire was coming from, and impacted the shields of the Strelas'tha and her sister vessels, depleting them somewhat.

Fighters faced more difficult problems, lacking the New Dornalian shields, ablative armour, or, for that matter, especially thick armour. They opened fire on the oncoming Imperial fighters with their three neutron guns each, and split formation to avoid the counterfire. Occasionally a fighter would run afoul of the accurate beam phaser arrays of an Imperial capital ship and be vaporised from reality, not knowing of the capital ship's extreme accuracy.

The other two Sharlins, Vindira and Tragati, were holding their own quite well through the mass of Imperial vessels. Neutron beams and fusion beams cut swaths through the sparse gas of deep space, hydrogen molecules exploding or simply being annihilated as the concentrated neutrons passed through them. The already devastated picket line was targetted as it was directly in between the Minbari and the Imperial main capital ships, recieving the full brunt of the firepower. The standard Minbari 50 MT fusion torpedoes were launched in spread patterns, so as to blind any ships not immediately destroyed by the explosions.

Eight minutes remaining until the pirates would get the hell out of the system..

“Sir, it seems we have an incoming from the missile fire on the other ships.”

“Does it appear deliberate?”

“No Sir, one of those missiles missed and it has locked upon our mass signature.”

“Let the Armor take care of it. That’s what we have it for.”

“Yes Sir.”

One of the missiles launched at the nearby capital ship seemed to be confused and switch its lock from the massive ship to the 120 meter Imperial Destroyer. As the projectile approached, the Reactive Armor seemed to become thicker at the point of impact. The bright flash marked a strike upon the Bloodlust. The extra armor seemed to absorb the impact and the explosive damage producing a cloud of shrapnel. The small fragments drifted back towards the ship to be absorbed back into the hull. Damage that might have carried through the armor was rapidly being regenerated inside the ship, unseen by observers.

The destroyer simply held position, waiting.

OOC:These Sharlins have decreased fighter capacity due to the need for extra storage space; they are, after all, pirates.

IC:
First blood had been drawn. Strelas'tha had breached the shields of the Imperial flagship, and it continued to deliver a stream of punishment at the flagship. Speed was increased to .31c, range closing fast. Four more torpedoes were launched out of the torpedo tubes of Strelas'tha, heading at the already-damaged Gecko. The Sharlin's slightly fishy shape was much larger than the Imperial ships, and as fighters passed by Strelas'tha, automatic point-defense systems locked on and opened fire with hundreds of fusion pulses, enough to overload most small fighters instantly.

The pirate Minbari sneak attack had caught the Imperials offguard, and they apparently didn't know how to deal with the Minbari stealth very well. Advanced stealth systems onboard all three Sharlins prevented positive target locks by the majority of the Imperial sensors, and since the majority of the Imperial missiles had been blind-fired, they simply missed or were detonated prematurely by point-defense guns. Others, though, had been targetted by using sensors that detected where oncoming fire was coming from, and impacted the shields of the Strelas'tha and her sister vessels, depleting them somewhat.

Fighters faced more difficult problems, lacking the New Dornalian shields, ablative armour, or, for that matter, especially thick armour. They opened fire on the oncoming Imperial fighters with their three neutron guns each, and split formation to avoid the counterfire. Occasionally a fighter would run afoul of the accurate beam phaser arrays of an Imperial capital ship and be vaporised from reality, not knowing of the capital ship's extreme accuracy.

The other two Sharlins, Vindira and Tragati, were holding their own quite well through the mass of Imperial vessels. Neutron beams and fusion beams cut swaths through the sparse gas of deep space, hydrogen molecules exploding or simply being annihilated as the concentrated neutrons passed through them. The already devastated picket line was targetted as it was directly in between the Minbari and the Imperial main capital ships, recieving the full brunt of the firepower. The standard Minbari 50 MT fusion torpedoes were launched in spread patterns, so as to blind any ships not immediately destroyed by the explosions.

Eight minutes remaining until the pirates would get the hell out of the system..

The Gecko came about and faced the Strelas'tha more as her previously damaged shields regenerated. As more and more sensors came back on-line, the computer began automatically adapting and re-modulating the shields to counter the enemy fire.

Bridge

The Watch Officer smiled as he noted that the Borg enhancements to Imperial tech were in working order aboard the Gecko.

He yelled, "Do we have enough sensors yet?"

"Yes, sir," came the reply, "we've got the edge of the jamming and are calcuating the center's location."

"In the mean-time, Tactical, I want you to lay down as much disrupter and phaser fire in the general direction of those sensor voids as you can," ordered the Watch Officer, "and load some Transphasics."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

The Gecko began a withering return of fire at the void in space where the sensors were being jammed. Beams and pulses filled the space between the Gecko and the Strelas'tha as pulse phaser cannons, phaser banks, phaser arrays, and disrupter cannons cut loose with vivid color. As the nose of the Gecko lined up with the sensor void being created by the jammers of the Strelas'tha, a trio of glowing orbs emerged from a bow torpedo launcher.

Unlike the red glow of Photons or the blue-green glow of Quantums, these torpedoes glowed a golden-orange. The Transphasic Torpedoes zipped and zagged through space. While their internal sensors were lessened in effectiveness by the pirate Sharlin's jamming field, they were designed to match shield varience with an enemy ship at the last possible moment allowing them to simply pass right through the shields. Thus, they were usually saved for more stubborn enemies, but the Watch Officer wanted to end this quickly to impress his superiors on the off chance of a reward.

Meanwhile...

The sheilds of the last of the Swifts were blasted away by enemy beam fire. The follow up nuke that struck almost immediately after dissolved her into a hellish inferno.

Only one of the Rememberances remained and a second Foundation was hit, but was hit just so that she dissolved in a blinding flash of light as her reactor breached. Both classes of heavy cruiser were fairing better than their lighter compatriats, but still were taking damage. One Enterprise had been sheared into across the neck and now both the saucer and the engineering hull, though heavily damaged, were still firing their weapons at the enemy when they came into the undamaged arcs. Of course, she was mainly focusing on the fighters while her less damaged brethren, minus the damaged Foundation which was helping the damaged Enterprise, focused fire in the general direction of the Vindira and the Tragati. Photon and Quantum Torpedoes continued to rain from the Imperial ships, however, the number was decreasing as they could only carry so many.

As for those torpedoes that missed, they simply retracked back towards the greatest source of energy in the area, the points-of-origin of the Sharlins' beam weapons. They would continue to follow this simple programming of back-tracing the enemy beam weapons until they ran out fuel. When that happened, their programming automatically detonated the matter/anti-matter warhead contained in each in firey blasts that sent out shockwaves.

"I am here, effectivally to simply ask you to close your little portal" The Lieutenant said, staring at Katana with a Violet gaze. "However, this endevor seems flawed. As it is, your under attack, and I don't have any way to leave with a bang." He considered. "Listening is useless, so take this" he threw a ring at the man. "It will tell you if we are comming back for you."

There was a pause, the CICP outside was far more powerful then the Emaculate Purity, hence its extraction of the Ansarii was quite quick, removing the mind-state long distance and bringing it onto the ship. The Body near Katana dropped to the floor, no visable, reason.

"Do you really think they could close the gate?" The Lieutenant Asked the Xorabylos, in mindstate.

"Does it matter? We have to get back home, the boss called, something important came up."

"What exactly?"

"Stuffed if I know, we are going to find out."

It took but moments, the Xorabylos and the Emaculate Purity left the system, their excuse? they didn't really have one, except they had been ordered to.

[ooc: Bad excuse, but I left due to the simple fact I can't keep up with the RP, I am comming home with extra pages and crap on it. Next time, I shall try harder, holidays soon, so hopefully that ring can become useful.]

Strelas'tha
"Alyt, the Gecko is rotating a fresh firing arc to face us and they're firing more torpedoes. They will eventually overwhelm the shields and the point-defense guns if this keeps up."

"Fire the mass driver at the Gecko, recall all fighters. Vindira and Tragati are to close with us and focus all firepower on Gecko. We need to do as much damage to that damned flagship as we can before we get out. Word must have gotten back to Minbar about our location by now, we need to run."

"Aye, sir. Fighters are coming into the hangars now."

Outside the vessel, the dwindling numbers of Nial fighters accelerated back into the hangars, dodging pulse phaser and torpedo fire as they dove through the expanses and passed through the shields of their home ships safely. Some of the fighters began to act as point-defense for their home bases as they retreated, annihilating photons, quantums, and one transphasic torpedo. The fighter supremacy battle had basically been lost by the Nials; they couldn't keep up with the numbers and the insane accuracy of the beam phasers.

Point-defense guns locked onto the horde of incoming missiles, paying particular attention to the transphasics. Most torpedoes continued to miss due to the Minbari sensor jamming, and as they rocketed past the Sharlins they were targetted and destroyed by the point-defense turrets. One transphasic torpedo remained, and as it dove through the mass of vessels and wreckage to the Strelas'tha, the Imperials made one critical error: They were not fighting people from their dimension. Technologies were fundamentally different in the dimension the Minbari were from, and the transphasic torpedo impacted the shields of Strelas'tha, massively depleting the forward arc.

As Strelas'tha shook, the Alyt barked orders across his command bridge.

"Where the fuck are our support ships? Vindira and Tragati, what the hell are you doing?"

The response came back across the communication lines, almost simultaneously, "We are opening fire on the Gecko now, Alyt, stand by."

Now almost totally ignoring the small amounts of torpedo punishment from the Imperials, Tragati and Vindira joined their sisters in the assault on Gecko. They opened fire in the same spot as the Strelas'tha, going to deplete one arc of the shield and pound the hull there. They launched their own individual fusion torpedoes, and Strelas'tha fired her biggest torpedo, a one gigaton matter/antimatter bomb, supported by neutron gun fire and cover fire from point-defense and smaller secondary ship-to-ship guns.

Midiri System, Voidkeeper Station
"Shai, we have word that our..friends...are in the Trill system, they're engaging an unknown enemy near a new wormhole." a messenger reported, the "friends" being the rebel ships.

"Deploy the nearest ship to take them out. What's the nearest ship?"

"Victorious, sir."

"Victorious..send the order, deploy it to Trill. Make sure the Alyt knows not to engage in hostilities with ANYONE BUT the rebels. We don't need another war on our hands, not now."

"Yes, sir. Sending the orders."

A tightbeam transmission was fired off from Voidkeeper, which bounced off one of the numerous deep-space communications satellites in Midiri. The transmission entered jumpspace at several thousand times the speed of light, accelerating further while in jumpspace. It exited jumpspace at another communications satellite nearer Victorious, in a Minbari border system. The transmission hit Victorious, and the Shai Alyt captaining it read it at his desk thirty seconds later.

Strelas'tha, Vindira, and Tragati are in Trill. Jump to Trill and destroy them. Do not engage in hostilities with anyone but the rebels.

The Shai Alyt sent an affirmative response back, and he left his prep room to the bridge.

"New orders. Navigation, plot a path to Trill. We're going pirate hunting, gents. Arm weapons, power the stealth device, and we go on yellow alert from here on out. There may be other nations with ships in this system, and we are ONLY to engage the rebels. Let's go."

The Victorious was an Adronado class flagship - It was the size of an Executor class super Star Destroyer, with as much or more firepower than one to boot. It required no escort fleet, although in the majority of cases it was escorted by several Sharlins, several Neshatans, thousands of Nial fighters, and enough material to wage several wars at once. The massive vessel entered jumpspace, headed to Trill, a mere five light year trip. With Minbari jumpdrives, five light years was a 25 minute jump..

Eureka fell to one knee with the impact on the ship. Kira kept his balance fairly easy.

" Captian we are under attack i suggest we return to the panther." Kira said

" No that wont be possible know that this ship is under attack now." Eureka said she then turned to her host " Who is attacking and why?"

"I am here, effectivally to simply ask you to close your little portal" The Lieutenant said, staring at Katana with a Violet gaze. "However, this endevor seems flawed. As it is, your under attack, and I don't have any way to leave with a bang." He considered. "Listening is useless, so take this" he threw a ring at the man. "It will tell you if we are comming back for you."

There was a pause, the CICP outside was far more powerful then the Emaculate Purity, hence its extraction of the Ansarii was quite quick, removing the mind-state long distance and bringing it onto the ship. The Body near Katana dropped to the floor, no visable, reason.

"Do you really think they could close the gate?" The Lieutenant Asked the Xorabylos, in mindstate.

"Does it matter? We have to get back home, the boss called, something important came up."

"What exactly?"

"Stuffed if I know, we are going to find out."

It took but moments, the Xorabylos and the Emaculate Purity left the system, their excuse? they didn't really have one, except they had been ordered to.

[ooc: Bad excuse, but I left due to the simple fact I can't keep up with the RP, I am comming home with extra pages and crap on it. Next time, I shall try harder, holidays soon, so hopefully that ring can become useful.]

OOC: Meh, technically, once the Gate for both sides are complete, the Portal will be able to open and close at my command. Just thought you should know.

IC: As he watched the intruders run-away, Katana growled, "Cowards!"

He picked up the ring and slipped into a pouch. He would have his people analyze it before it was sent up the ladder.

Strelas'tha
"Alyt, the Gecko is rotating a fresh firing arc to face us and they're firing more torpedoes. They will eventually overwhelm the shields and the point-defense guns if this keeps up."

"Fire the mass driver at the Gecko, recall all fighters. Vindira and Tragati are to close with us and focus all firepower on Gecko. We need to do as much damage to that damned flagship as we can before we get out. Word must have gotten back to Minbar about our location by now, we need to run."

"Aye, sir. Fighters are coming into the hangars now."

Outside the vessel, the dwindling numbers of Nial fighters accelerated back into the hangars, dodging pulse phaser and torpedo fire as they dove through the expanses and passed through the shields of their home ships safely. Some of the fighters began to act as point-defense for their home bases as they retreated, annihilating photons, quantums, and one transphasic torpedo. The fighter supremacy battle had basically been lost by the Nials; they couldn't keep up with the numbers and the insane accuracy of the beam phasers.

Point-defense guns locked onto the horde of incoming missiles, paying particular attention to the transphasics. Most torpedoes continued to miss due to the Minbari sensor jamming, and as they rocketed past the Sharlins they were targetted and destroyed by the point-defense turrets. One transphasic torpedo remained, and as it dove through the mass of vessels and wreckage to the Strelas'tha, the Imperials made one critical error: They were not fighting people from their dimension. Technologies were fundamentally different in the dimension the Minbari were from, and the transphasic torpedo impacted the shields of Strelas'tha, massively depleting the forward arc.

As Strelas'tha shook, the Alyt barked orders across his command bridge.

"Where the fuck are our support ships? Vindira and Tragati, what the hell are you doing?"

The response came back across the communication lines, almost simultaneously, "We are opening fire on the Gecko now, Alyt, stand by."

Now almost totally ignoring the small amounts of torpedo punishment from the Imperials, Tragati and Vindira joined their sisters in the assault on Gecko. They opened fire in the same spot as the Strelas'tha, going to deplete one arc of the shield and pound the hull there. They launched their own individual fusion torpedoes, and Strelas'tha fired her biggest torpedo, a one gigaton matter/antimatter bomb, supported by neutron gun fire and cover fire from point-defense and smaller secondary ship-to-ship guns.

Midiri System, Voidkeeper Station
"Shai, we have word that our..friends...are in the Trill system, they're engaging an unknown enemy near a new wormhole." a messenger reported, the "friends" being the rebel ships.

"Deploy the nearest ship to take them out. What's the nearest ship?"

"Victorious, sir."

"Victorious..send the order, deploy it to Trill. Make sure the Alyt knows not to engage in hostilities with ANYONE BUT the rebels. We don't need another war on our hands, not now."

"Yes, sir. Sending the orders."

A tightbeam transmission was fired off from Voidkeeper, which bounced off one of the numerous deep-space communications satellites in Midiri. The transmission entered jumpspace at several thousand times the speed of light, accelerating further while in jumpspace. It exited jumpspace at another communications satellite nearer Victorious, in a Minbari border system. The transmission hit Victorious, and the Shai Alyt captaining it read it at his desk thirty seconds later.



The Shai Alyt sent an affirmative response back, and he left his prep room to the bridge.

"New orders. Navigation, plot a path to Trill. We're going pirate hunting, gents. Arm weapons, power the stealth device, and we go on yellow alert from here on out. There may be other nations with ships in this system, and we are ONLY to engage the rebels. Let's go."

The Victorious was an Adronado class flagship - It was the size of an Executor class super Star Destroyer, with as much or more firepower than one to boot. It required no escort fleet, although in the majority of cases it was escorted by several Sharlins, several Neshatans, thousands of Nial fighters, and enough material to wage several wars at once. The massive vessel entered jumpspace, headed to Trill, a mere five light year trip. With Minbari jumpdrives, five light years was a 25 minute jump..

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

The Watch Officer studied the diagram of the Sharlin class ships used by the pirates. The sensors had gained the external details and had started scanning the interior prior to the sensor jamming fields going up.

Noting something, he pointed at a section of the image and asked, "Any idea what those giant fins are for?"

"From what we were able to gather prior to the ECM fields going up, the enemy uses some form of reactionless drive. Due to the nature of some of the identifiable equipment in those fins, I would wager they are the emitters for whatever they are using."

"Interesting. Tactical, target the main cannon at the fins of the nearest enemy capital ship. You may fire when ready."

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

The main cannon that was mounted in the nose of the Gecko had remained silent during the entire battle. With a crackle of energy, a yellow beam lanced out as the Anti-Proton Cannon fired at the fins of the Strelas'tha using visual targeting and the general calculated area that had been mathemattically calculated as the right area from measuring the edges of the sensor jamming field the Sharlin was putting out. The weapon had been reversed engineered from the original that had been salvaged from the remains of the Planet Killer encountered and defeated by the early 23rd century Constitution class I.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701. In the tests, no known defenses had been able to stand against it, and thus it was usually reserved for heavy bombardment of planetary installations. The original had been able to destroy planets, while scaled down, the version mounted on the Gecko utilized pretty much the same technology.

As for the mass driver shot, the brave captain of a dying Enterprise class heavy cruiser dove directly into the line of the shot just in time to have it ram into her ship's deflector dish right after the ship's shields had failed due to bombardment from the other two Sharlins. The round penetrated half-way through the ship's engineering hull and split the warp core in twain. The defiant ship exploded in a flash of energy as the breach of her main reactor caused an uncontained and uncontrolled M/AM reaction.

OOC: Whyatica, if its all right with you, would it be possible for me to disable one of the Sharlin's and prevent it from escaping so I could try boarding with my troops to try to capture it?

IC: Bridge

"Sir! We've got a massive M/AM torp incoming surrounded by several lesser fusion torps."

"Fire off a Quantum to intercept and use the disrupter emplacments to handle the fusions!"

"Aye, sir."

Exterior

Once again, the disrupter cannon emplacements of the Gecko lanced out destroying most of the incoming fusion torps while a Quantum Torpedo shot out aimed for the pirate's M/AM torp. The few fusions that got through were handled by the shields.

The new beam fire from the other two pirate Sharlins pinged against the shields of the Gecko. They were fast loosing their initial effectiveness as the ship's computers continued to automattically modulate the shields to negate the fire of the enemy ships. In the end, while it wouldn't be perfect negation, the Sharlins' beams would have as much effect as a standard beam weapon as used by the U.E.P., Alliance, or other known group from the home reality.

Meanwhile...

A lone Harpoon fighter pod had snuck up behind one of the Nials and followed it with only barely a centimeter seperating the hulls of the two craft in an attempt to gain access to the parent Sharlin's hanger to try to wreck internal havock.

OOC: Whyatica, I'll let you decide about my intercept torp and if my Harpoon pilot's tactic works or not.

Eureka fell to one knee with the impact on the ship. Kira kept his balance fairly easy.

" Captian we are under attack i suggest we return to the panther." Kira said

" No that wont be possible know that this ship is under attack now." Eureka said she then turned to her host " Who is attacking and why?"

"You know as much as I do about what's going on," replied Anemone, "though I do know that the Gecko is one of the most heavily armored and armed ships in the Empire. Also, knowing the current Watch Officer, he's probably already the fleet originally deployed against the Cassiopians before they went into hiding."

Trill System
The engagement was beginning to take a turn for the worse, as the initial salvo had not been replicated on the Gecko. Although the majority of the escort fleet had been annihilated, the Gecko had not taken much further damage.

The massive matter/antimatter torpedo launch was a large enough construction that it had it's own version of the Minbari stealth device, and as it detected the lock on by the Gecko's torpedoes, it activated the stealth. The quantum torpedo swerved away from the Minbari torpedo, allowing the massive bomb to careen further towards the Gecko.

Forward shield arcs on Strelas'tha had been nearly exhausted, and more and more shots were near-misses or direct hits on the thick armour of the Sharlin class vessel. Power was rerouted from the rear, dorsal, and ventral shielding to shore up the front, but who knew how much longer that would last.

On the bridge..
"Alyt, reading massive energy buildup in the Gecko..It's probably a supergun!"

"Open a jump point in front of us NOW!"

The navigation officer punched his buttons as quickly as he could, willing the massive jump engines of the Sharlin to open a jump point, this time to save their lives.

The blue vortex opened itself in front of Strelas'tha, and the massive yellow anti-proton beam entered jumpspace, never to damage the Strelas'tha, although the beam swept up and annihilated two Nial fighters, and during it's transit through jumpspace, an unlucky freighter ran into the beam, which was sheared in half. The jump point collapsed after the beam finished running through it, and the attack continued with a vengeance.

As a Nial fighter cruised back to the berths of the Vindira, her rear sensors detected the Harpoon fighter pod behind it. An automated point-defense turret on the Sharlin class locked onto the Harpoon, and the Nial performed a gut-twisting dive as the fusion pulses fired at the Harpoon. The remaining fighters had already docked with their home ships, and everything was ready for the pirates exit.

Their luck wouldn't hold. Victorious jumped in-system with the normal blue jump point vortex, the 16 kilometre frame dwarfing every other ship in system. The gun ports were open and armed, the bubble of shields shimmered on and disappeared, and ablative armour began to materialise onto the ship as it prepared for an all-out battle against the three pirate Sharlins in the Trill system. The stealth system was immediately activated, preventing the positive sensor locks by any of the ships in the area, including the Pirates. Minbari technology had advanced further since the three ships rebelled, preventing target locks based even on point-of-fire locks, only allowing target locks based on visual confirmation. As it was, it was four light minutes distant from the battle, much too far for any combat. As the massive ship accelerated, climbing the c scale quickly, it would join the combat in several minutes. It sent no communication, no warning about anything.

On the bridge of Strelas'tha
"Alyt, a new ship has jumped in system..Holy..It's the Victorious, Alyt."

"We're screwed. Get us out of her-" the Alyt said as another hit to the hull caused the ship to shake.

"Jump engines are at 50% power, it will require one more minute to recharge."

"That's too long. We're going through the wormhole. Tell Vindira and Tragati to enter, too, we're going to head through the wormhole then immediately hit the jump drives and regroup at this system in the parallel dimension." the Alyt was saying while he punched in coordinates, hoping that the parallel dimension had similar star systems to their own.

The three Sharlins made sweeping turns, another virtue of their gravitic/reactionless drives, and headed to the wormhole at .725c. They fired parting shots with their rear guns as they entered the wormhole..

“Check with The Ghosts of War. Make sure they are running full scans of every ship.”

“Yes Sir, they confirm they are getting complete scans. They report another approaching through Hyperspace. The contact appears to be massive.”

“Let’s hope they can handle them without our help. We are only here to investigate the anomaly.”

“Sir, the three attackers are fleeing from the new ship. They are changing vectors…for the anomaly.”

“Any chance they will be intercepted?”

“Negative. They are already entering.”

“Dammit, they better hope that was a fissure to an alternate timeline or we will have to go after them. Damn amateurs… Hit them with a tracer in case we need to go after them.”

“Launching the tracer.”

A tiny black object was fired after the fleeing ships. The object changed course to avoid many of the ships in the way and plunged into the rift after the three rebel ships.

"Get me someone in charge over there. They have a lot of explaining to do. Damn irresponsible……”

Again the psychic message was broadcast.

We need to talk, now.



OOC:


I have no idea if it will even come close. The thing is about a foot in length and extremely maneuverable and hard to detect. It has a short range engine designed for great speed so it can tag the target quickly but over a large distance it will not catch up.

Once it attaches itself to the target it will blend in so it will be hard to detect unless looking for something like it in the correct spot.

Don’t even tell me if it caught you until I find out I have to come after you. If I don’t, then it does not matter if you got tagged or not.

Trill System
The engagement was beginning to take a turn for the worse, as the initial salvo had not been replicated on the Gecko. Although the majority of the escort fleet had been annihilated, the Gecko had not taken much further damage.

The massive matter/antimatter torpedo launch was a large enough construction that it had it's own version of the Minbari stealth device, and as it detected the lock on by the Gecko's torpedoes, it activated the stealth. The quantum torpedo swerved away from the Minbari torpedo, allowing the massive bomb to careen further towards the Gecko.

Forward shield arcs on Strelas'tha had been nearly exhausted, and more and more shots were near-misses or direct hits on the thick armour of the Sharlin class vessel. Power was rerouted from the rear, dorsal, and ventral shielding to shore up the front, but who knew how much longer that would last.

On the bridge..
"Alyt, reading massive energy buildup in the Gecko..It's probably a supergun!"

"Open a jump point in front of us NOW!"

The navigation officer punched his buttons as quickly as he could, willing the massive jump engines of the Sharlin to open a jump point, this time to save their lives.

The blue vortex opened itself in front of Strelas'tha, and the massive yellow anti-proton beam entered jumpspace, never to damage the Strelas'tha, although the beam swept up and annihilated two Nial fighters, and during it's transit through jumpspace, an unlucky freighter ran into the beam, which was sheared in half. The jump point collapsed after the beam finished running through it, and the attack continued with a vengeance.

As a Nial fighter cruised back to the berths of the Vindira, her rear sensors detected the Harpoon fighter pod behind it. An automated point-defense turret on the Sharlin class locked onto the Harpoon, and the Nial performed a gut-twisting dive as the fusion pulses fired at the Harpoon. The remaining fighters had already docked with their home ships, and everything was ready for the pirates exit.

Their luck wouldn't hold. Victorious jumped in-system with the normal blue jump point vortex, the 16 kilometre frame dwarfing every other ship in system. The gun ports were open and armed, the bubble of shields shimmered on and disappeared, and ablative armour began to materialise onto the ship as it prepared for an all-out battle against the three pirate Sharlins in the Trill system. The stealth system was immediately activated, preventing the positive sensor locks by any of the ships in the area, including the Pirates. Minbari technology had advanced further since the three ships rebelled, preventing target locks based even on point-of-fire locks, only allowing target locks based on visual confirmation. As it was, it was four light minutes distant from the battle, much too far for any combat. As the massive ship accelerated, climbing the c scale quickly, it would join the combat in several minutes. It sent no communication, no warning about anything.

On the bridge of Strelas'tha
"Alyt, a new ship has jumped in system..Holy..It's the Victorious, Alyt."

"We're screwed. Get us out of her-" the Alyt said as another hit to the hull caused the ship to shake.

"Jump engines are at 50% power, it will require one more minute to recharge."

"That's too long. We're going through the wormhole. Tell Vindira and Tragati to enter, too, we're going to head through the wormhole then immediately hit the jump drives and regroup at this system in the parallel dimension." the Alyt was saying while he punched in coordinates, hoping that the parallel dimension had similar star systems to their own.

The three Sharlins made sweeping turns, another virtue of their gravitic/reactionless drives, and headed to the wormhole at .725c. They fired parting shots with their rear guns as they entered the wormhole..

OOC: Any objection to me grabbing up a Nial or two with tractors or just finding damaged ones that weren't able to make it back to the Sharlins' hangers in time, Whyatica?

Oh, and technically its more of a Transdimensional Space Fold than a wormhole, but meh.

IC: The shots sheared off the 'wings' from the Harpoon causing the cockpit section to continue foward on momentum alone as shorts fried the systems.

As for the incoming M/AM warhead, the intercept Quantum swung around and shot fowards along the exhaust trail (OOC: Assuming you wouldn't waste a gravimetric drive on it, but correct me if I'm wrong).

I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

"Sir! A ship measuring 16 klicks in length has just emerged in real space. Design is reminesciant(sp?) of the enemy ships. More enemies?"

"If they fire on us, yes. If they fire at the admitted rebels, then their allies."

"Understood, sir."

"Sir, our main cannon was nullified! They opened some kind of rift between the path in front of the target."

"Damn! How long until we can fire it again?"

"Ten minutes until we can have enough spare energy from the core to use."

"Crap!"

"Sir! The pirate ships are heading for the Portal!"

The Watch Officer chuckled, "They must be some kind of stupid if they think they can survive the trip to the other side before both Gates are constructed. Let alone what's waiting on the other side."

He grinned wickedly. The Enterprise-I, a ship that was many times more powerful and around twice as large as the Gecko, and her escorts were waiting on the home reality side for construction to finish so they could pass through.

Exterior

A few moments after the Victory arrived, the Imperial fleet that had been diverted emerged from a Transwarp Corrider.

OOC: The fleet:
70 Lexington class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/battleship_lexington.jpg) Battleships
40 Capell class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/battlecarrier_capell.jpg) Armoured Fighter Carrier/Battle Carriers
90 Enterprise class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavycruiser_enterprise.jpg) Heavy Cruisers
55 Foundation class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavydestroyer_foundation.jpg) Heavy Destroyers
55 Icarus class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/heavydestroyer_icarus.jpg) Heavy Destroyers
160 Browning class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/lightdestroyer_browning.jpg) Light Destroyers
30 Stormbringer II class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/dreadnaught_stormbringer2.jpg) Dreadnaughts
10 Nemesis class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/galaxyconquest_nemesis.jpg) Galaxy Conquests
1 I.S.S. Nemesis NCC-1824-A (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/Jarvon/galaxyconquest_nemesis.jpg)

IC: The beam fire from the pirate Sharlins decreased in amount, but not in ferocity. Due to the earlier damage to the sensors, the computer's modifications to the shields wouldn't be perfected, but it was close enough to cause the fire to scatter as some of the energy was negated and most of it was actually reflected in random directions. The sheilds new modulation was more designed to incorporate anti-Minbari weapon technology, but absolute perfection was impossible, so they would still hit with more ferocity than standard Imperial beam weapons and more akin to Phaser Lance Cannons, Mega Disrupter Cannons, and a few other high-powered weapons.

OOC: Whyatica, if you want, your M/AM torp can hit, but its most likely just going to cause some shield failure and armor damage. Remember, M/AM torps are standard projectiles in the ST universe, so this is just going to a bit more damage the standard ones.

“Check with The Ghosts of War. Make sure they are running full scans of every ship.”

“Yes Sir, they confirm they are getting complete scans. They report another approaching through Hyperspace. The contact appears to be massive.”

“Let’s hope they can handle them without our help. We are only here to investigate the anomaly.”

“Sir, the three attackers are fleeing from the new ship. They are changing vectors…for the anomaly.”

“Any chance they will be intercepted?”

“Negative. They are already entering.”

“Dammit, they better hope that was a fissure to an alternate timeline or we will have to go after them. Damn amateurs… Hit them with a tracer in case we need to go after them.”

“Launching the tracer.”

A tiny black object was fired after the fleeing ships. The object changed course to avoid many of the ships in the way and plunged into the rift after the three rebel ships.

"Get me someone in charge over there. They have a lot of explaining to do. Damn irresponsible……”

Again the psychic message was broadcast.





OOC:


I have no idea if it will even come close. The thing is about a foot in length and extremely maneuverable and hard to detect. It has a short range engine designed for great speed so it can tag the target quickly but over a large distance it will not catch up.

Once it attaches itself to the target it will blend in so it will be hard to detect unless looking for something like it in the correct spot.

Don’t even tell me if it caught you until I find out I have to come after you. If I don’t, then it does not matter if you got tagged or not.

IC: Messages

Response:

Apologies for the delay. As you saw, we weren't in the best of positions for having a discussion.

Now, for the official stuff.

You are in a star system belonging to the United Empire Of Planets. Please state who you are, why you are here, and what you want.

This time the message was broadcast using standard modes of communications.

“According to scans of your ships, you are not of this reality. That puts your claim of ownership into some sticky territory due to this status. The Courts will have to determine rightful ownership of this system at a later date but there are more important things to determine first.”

“Who in the hell leaves a doorway open so anyone can use it? What other precautions have you failed to heed? I am not here to determine who’s responsibility the anomaly those ships disappeared into falls upon. I am here to determine the very nature of the anomaly itself.”

“Only after the required information is determined can we proceed to the next phase.”



OOC:

Will send a TG shortly explaining things...

Eureka looked back at Kira " You should have more faith if this is one of the strongest ships these people have then we dont really need to worry."

Kira laughed " Strong in human terms is rather meaningless to a demon you should know that about us demons by now captian."

" I have learned many of you demons lack tact." Eureka said she then walked over to Anemone. " When will the other delegations arrive?"

OOC:The Minbari don't use reaction drives AT ALL - The torpedo you're facing down has smaller fins so it has a gravitic drive. You can't capture any Nials.

IC:

Madness. The universal feeling for the doomed ship Tragati. The three pirate Sharlins pushed themselves through a fold in time, space, and the layers of dimensions in a swirling vortex of energy. They had gone through the dimensional hole when it was not ready for the people who created it to enter, and Tragati would pay for it.

On the bridge of Tragati
The madness afflicted here first. Alyt Tenuria succumbed, and she babbled in her native language, as well as the Warrior Caste battle language, and occasionally other languages such as Abh or English. The bridge crew fell next, and the bridge looked rather like a crazy house, with all of the members slamming their heads against the wall, beating up their terminals, fighting each other, and babbling incoherently. The rear weapons began to fire at random intervals, possibly spewing bursts of fire out the other end of the dimensional fold. The ship continued to careen through the fold, and it wouldn't be much longer before the ship's quantum singularity became afflicted with the madness of the dimensions and destroyed itself..

Trill System, Alternate Dimension
During transit, the other two ships had not suffered much damage, their shields took massive poundings from the energy bursts that seemed to occur at random while in the incomplete dimensional fold. As the Imperial fleet waited, the three Sharlins exited the fold. As per the agreement between Strelas'tha and Vindira, they immediately opened jump points and entered jumpspace, headed for the Bajor system, if it even existed in this dimension.

Tragati, however, was not as lucky. The entire crew had been killed during the travel, and the quantum reactor was about to go nova. Too much damage had been sustained in the dimensional change, and as the momentum from exiting the wormhole carried Tragati closer to the Imperial fleet, it went nova, sending a massive shockwave of energy for a large radius around it, possibly destroying Imperial vessels around it..

Trill System, 'Normal' Dimension
Bridge of Victorious
"Shai Alyt, the ships have entered the wormhole."

"We will not be going after them. Perform a tactical jump to put us four hundred thousand klicks from the wormhole."

"Aye, sir. Entering jumpspace."

Victorious opened another jump point, entered it, and exited fifteen seconds later, 400,000km from the wormhole on a directly parallel plane. It had the Imperial fleet surrounding it, and it dwarfed even the damaged Gecko, which was on the port side, and the Gecko alone had ten gravitic neutron guns facing it and the various other vessels each had at least one of the main guns facing it.

"Shai Alyt, the weapon is charged."

"Fire, directly into the wormhole, transmit a message to the Imperials that we are pirate hunting and that they are not to interfere."

"Yes, sir. Firing now."

Along the ventral side of Victorious, a gunport opened and a massive calibre gun exited. A ball of neutronic energy formed along the end of the barrel, and it was pushed out of the barrel with a huge beam of energy, enough to make planets utterly uninhabitable. It was rumoured to be over 200 times the energy of a single Gravitic Neutron gun..

This time the message was broadcast using standard modes of communications.





OOC:

Will send a TG shortly explaining things...

Messages

Response from the Gecko:

Your scans are correct. Our claim of ownership is due to an ancient maritime law that calls that the first to develop a location is deamed the rightful owner. No known court of law can view the evidence and the facts and overturn the result that we have taken this out-of-the-way, back-water system and continue to work out turning it into a lucrative location that, while not be the best location for a military base, will be great for the foriegn relations and other non-combative installations we plan on installing.

As for the Portal, meh, its not ready for ships of that size to pass through unharmed. However, once we complete the Gate on both sides, we will be able to open and close it will and it will also allow ships of any size and number, within reason, to pass through safely, for a small fee of course.

In regards to those ships, any that survive the passage will have to deal with what we have waiting on the other side.

Now, this may be easier to discuss in person. Do you have any objection to sending a representative over?

Eureka looked back at Kira " You should have more faith if this is one of the strongest ships these people have then we dont really need to worry."

Kira laughed " Strong in human terms is rather meaningless to a demon you should know that about us demons by now captian."

" I have learned many of you demons lack tact." Eureka said she then walked over to Anemone. " When will the other delegations arrive?"

Anemone brushed holographic tree bark from her palms and responded, "Honestly, I don't know. Last I knew, the Chronosian delegates were being led the long way by Captain Renton due to that they expressed the most interest in seeing the ship's interior. As for the other group, whom I honestly don't recall the name of, they are still in the hanger with Colonel Hajiki Sanada," she looked at Kira, "Speaking of the ship's Marine compliment, you would probably get along quite well with Lieutenant Colonel Katana."

OOC:The Minbari don't use reaction drives AT ALL - The torpedo you're facing down has smaller fins so it has a gravitic drive. You can't capture any Nials.

IC:

Madness. The universal feeling for the doomed ship Tragati. The three pirate Sharlins pushed themselves through a fold in time, space, and the layers of dimensions in a swirling vortex of energy. They had gone through the dimensional hole when it was not ready for the people who created it to enter, and Tragati would pay for it.

On the bridge of Tragati
The madness afflicted here first. Alyt Tenuria succumbed, and she babbled in her native language, as well as the Warrior Caste battle language, and occasionally other languages such as Abh or English. The bridge crew fell next, and the bridge looked rather like a crazy house, with all of the members slamming their heads against the wall, beating up their terminals, fighting each other, and babbling incoherently. The rear weapons began to fire at random intervals, possibly spewing bursts of fire out the other end of the dimensional fold. The ship continued to careen through the fold, and it wouldn't be much longer before the ship's quantum singularity became afflicted with the madness of the dimensions and destroyed itself..

Trill System, Alternate Dimension
During transit, the other two ships had not suffered much damage, their shields took massive poundings from the energy bursts that seemed to occur at random while in the incomplete dimensional fold. As the Imperial fleet waited, the three Sharlins exited the fold. As per the agreement between Strelas'tha and Vindira, they immediately opened jump points and entered jumpspace, headed for the Bajor system, if it even existed in this dimension.

Tragati, however, was not as lucky. The entire crew had been killed during the travel, and the quantum reactor was about to go nova. Too much damage had been sustained in the dimensional change, and as the momentum from exiting the wormhole carried Tragati closer to the Imperial fleet, it went nova, sending a massive shockwave of energy for a large radius around it, possibly destroying Imperial vessels around it..

Trill System, 'Normal' Dimension
Bridge of Victorious
"Shai Alyt, the ships have entered the wormhole."

"We will not be going after them. Perform a tactical jump to put us four hundred thousand klicks from the wormhole."

"Aye, sir. Entering jumpspace."

Victorious opened another jump point, entered it, and exited fifteen seconds later, 400,000km from the wormhole on a directly parallel plane. It had the Imperial fleet surrounding it, and it dwarfed even the damaged Gecko, which was on the port side, and the Gecko alone had ten gravitic neutron guns facing it and the various other vessels each had at least one of the main guns facing it.

"Shai Alyt, the weapon is charged."

"Fire, directly into the wormhole, transmit a message to the Imperials that we are pirate hunting and that they are not to interfere."

"Yes, sir. Firing now."

Along the ventral side of Victorious, a gunport opened and a massive calibre gun exited. A ball of neutronic energy formed along the end of the barrel, and it was pushed out of the barrel with a huge beam of energy, enough to make planets utterly uninhabitable. It was rumoured to be over 200 times the energy of a single Gravitic Neutron gun..

OOC: Meh, still, the torp is going to leave a trail, even if its just space dust pushed to the side in its wake. Of course, if it hits, like I said, its just going to take down shields for a bit and cause some more damage to the armor, but not much more.

IC: Trill Star System - Home Reality

The shockwave from the destruction of the Tragati took out some random unmanned cargo transports and cut a swath through the Imperial flagship's escorts. However, protected by the very energies that had caused the Sharlin to be destroyed, the Imperial construction ships continued their work building the Gate for that side directly on the half-way point of the Portal's interface with the real space of that reality. The Enterprise-I and her remaining escorts survived by simply being out of the main plain the shockwave took.

OOC: I'll get my friend back to posting on NS with his Bajoran Militia puppet for you, Whyatica. Of course, if I can't pull him away from the PS2, I'll just coax the password out of him and use it myself.

IC: Trans-Dimensional Portal - Interior

The shot from the Victorious was swallowed up by the intense eddies and tides between realities. As the Gates on both sides weren't built, there was no telling where an bolt of energy with no engines to be able to control its course when confronted by the energies within the Portal could wind up. It most likely could wind up in a third reality as if out of nowhere. There was no way of predicting these kinds of things.

OOC: Yes, like Babylon 5 style Hyperspace, there are currents, eddies, and streams of moving and flowing energy inside the Portal. Thus, a ship has to maintain constant thrust or risk getting swept to a unrealized reality with no way of getting home. The Gates are part of a system (the hardware part) that helps to minimize this and make the trip through the Portal safe for ships of either large size, large number, or both.

IC: Trill Star System - NS-Verse

Messages

Transmitted to the Victorious from the Gecko:

Hold your fire! You are risking hitting one of our ships on the other side, including our flagship. If these 'pirates' you claim to be hunting can get past them, let alone survive the trip through the Portal prior to the Gates being built, then they will find themselves in a reality where their methods will most likely get them killed by either one faction or another.

Trill Star System, NS-Verse
"Shai Alyt, I believe the beam weapon has failed, most likely caught up in the eddies of the wormhole. The Earthers are also broadcasting a message."

Hold your fire! You are risking hitting one of our ships on the other side, including our flagship. If these 'pirates' you claim to be hunting can get past them, let alone survive the trip through the Portal prior to the Gates being built, then they will find themselves in a reality where their methods will most likely get them killed by either one faction or another.

"Open a channel, comm."

"Channel open, Shai."

You will not interfere with our hunt, Earthers. If you engage hostilties with us, you will be reminded of the first time an impudent Earther fired at us.

The massive Victorious slowly rotated on it's x axis, bringing the majority of the main guns to bear on the largest Imperial vessel in the area, namely the Gecko. The message was repeated once, to make sure the Imperials got it, and the Victorious appeared to be preparing for battle, it's first real battle, in fact..

Actaeon yawned slightly as the ship shook. "It would appear you're not exactly welcome in this plane of existence. Can't say I blame them, your presence in the primary timeline is an abberation that could alter the entire scheme of causality. I have full mind to contact the Indrans, but I suppose you serve as amusing distraction for now."

He let a soft chuckle slip from his lips, almost mocking them. "Tell me more about your technology; I'm sure my tech Priests shall be fascinated to learn of your abhorrent technology; so different, so lacking in offering to the Machine God. The Machine Spirits of your vessel must cry out. I hope I can rely on you not to use A.I; Abhorred Intelligences; such things led to great suffering for humanity during the Age of Strife"

Trill Star System, NS-Verse
"Shai Alyt, I believe the beam weapon has failed, most likely caught up in the eddies of the wormhole. The Earthers are also broadcasting a message."



"Open a channel, comm."

"Channel open, Shai."



The massive Victorious slowly rotated on it's x axis, bringing the majority of the main guns to bear on the largest Imperial vessel in the area, namely the Gecko. The message was repeated once, to make sure the Imperials got it, and the Victorious appeared to be preparing for battle, it's first real battle, in fact..

OOC: Meh, we forgot about the pirate's M/AM torp. Shall we just say it hit, took out the shields for a moment, and caused some damage to the armor and hull?

IC: Messages

Response from the Gecko:

Look, pal. I don't know who you think you are, nor do I frankly care for that matter. We managed to drive of those pirates with only what we had in system. Now that our fleet has arrived, we can handle far more.

Now, if you are interested in waiting until we get information on the other side about if any of them even survived the journey through the Portal, then I suggest you stand down. We won't fire unless you do first. That's a promise you can take to the bank.

Oh, and I almost forgot, under no circumstances should you take your ship through the Portal. Its not ready yet for a ship of your size and you would be turn to pieces by the energy currents and eddies as well as the edges of the Portal itself.

So, be patient, and you'll hear back from us about your friends when we know something.

Actaeon yawned slightly as the ship shook. "It would appear you're not exactly welcome in this plane of existence. Can't say I blame them, your presence in the primary timeline is an abberation that could alter the entire scheme of causality. I have full mind to contact the Indrans, but I suppose you serve as amusing distraction for now."

He let a soft chuckle slip from his lips, almost mocking them. "Tell me more about your technology; I'm sure my tech Priests shall be fascinated to learn of your abhorrent technology; so different, so lacking in offering to the Machine God. The Machine Spirits of your vessel must cry out. I hope I can rely on you not to use A.I; Abhorred Intelligences; such things led to great suffering for humanity during the Age of Strife"

"If by A.I," replied Renton, "you mean self-aware machines or computer programs, I've only heard of three androids belt by a rouge scientist after his early Augments proved mentally unstable and tried to take over the Empire. Last I heard, the reasearch had been destroyed and they were fitted with loyalty chips.

"Then there was that one E.M.H. program that became self-aware after running for around seven years on a ship lost a long way from home that took them that long to get back to the Imperial space of the day. To the best of my knowledge, his matrix was transferred the original facility that designed the model for study.

"I also once recalling hearing about a nanite colony that once achieved self-awareness as did a group of remote-operated mechancial devices.

"With the possibility of troops like that, we will have an advantage the Alliance does not have.

"Speaking of which, my best guess is that the Emperor has agreed to this whole cease fire crap in order to have easier access to them. Its alot easier to defeat an enemy when you know them as well as you know yourself. As the great Sun Tzu said in his book on the art of war, 'So it is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.' A proverb that has held true throughout the centuries.

"But, to answer your question, no, we don't use any artificial intelligence programs.

"As for our technology, while I can't go into detail on some items due to security concerns, I can tell you about the less classified items.

"For example, for several centuries, the standard power core has been a matter/anti-matter reactor for all known space craft. Lately, a singularity core has come into use. This ship is equipped with both types.

"We also use variable yeild M/AM warheads in most of our various torpedoe types. Depending on the type, the abilities also differ.

"Of course, your ship probably has records of the recent battle, so you be able to see what your own scans show you about our weapons.

"As our disciplinary technology, which also has other uses, there is the Agony Booth (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Agony_booth), a chamber in which a subject is secured standing inside with a clear or non-existant front. It works by stimulating the subjects nerve cells, but never focusing on the same one for to long in order to minimize desensitization. Thus, it can be used to extract information from indviduals without them ever becoming accustomed to it.

"The Booth works by stimulating the pain center of virtually any humanoid, a synaptic scan calibrates it for each species. Traditional forms of punishment can overwhelm the nervous system, after a time the brain ceases to feel anything. However, the Agony Booth possesses sensors that continually shift the stimulation from one nerve cluster to another, keeping the subject in a constant state of agony, hence its name.

"There is also the Agonizer (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Agonizer). Early models were holstered on the built and had to be handed over when asked. It was then placed to the owner's body and generated a painful effect similar to that of the Agony Booth, though on a more compact scale. It was used for those requiring less severe punishments.

"The next generation Agonizer was built into the combages that had come into style replacing the old hand communicators and universal translators and combining them into one, hands-free device.

"The current Agonizer is a chip implanted in the skulls that can be remote triggered. Thus, the target can no longer hide theirs, remove it, or damage it.

"Then we get into the more, shall we say, insideous toys," a pause for breath, "like the Neural Neutralizer (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Neural_neutralizer). Truth be told, that particular beauty was originally designed for use in mental hospitals, but we found a better use for it. Quite useful for ensuring one's loyalty when used properly. Perhaps you would care for a demonstration after dinner?"

"Interesting how you devote such glorious dedication to Slaanesh. He would be pleased by your wanton embrace of agony. For many of our kind, pain and pleasure are but doorways to higher states of grace. Our own Emperor is a devotee of the arts of Slaanesh, adept at recieving and dealing the most exquisite tortures and most pleasing vices.

As for your ideas on artificial troops...We would have to insist that you abandon those ideas. Such Abhorred Intelligences were a terrible burden upon mankind; when the Iron Men of Holy Terra rebelled, they threatened all of Mankind; this was the Dark Age of Technology; where all Mankind was a warring, barbaric technological society on the brink of destruction"

Your laws may not share jurisdiction in this timeline, especially if there are other claims to be found. Again, the courts would have to determine if you have any rights in this timeline. They would determine if you are settlers or invaders. They also would have to determine if there was any previous claim upon this area that can be enforced.

Please hesitate before taking any actions against us. We are not members of those Courts. We are the investigators…


“…and the enforcers if need be.”

The last bit was not broadcast over the radio, it came from beside him.

Alongside him was a human standing at approximately two meters in height and dressed in a white uniform with gold trim vaguely modeled after his own. He possessed no weapons and stood almost perfectly still with little movement. He looked at the drawn weapons from the guards quick reactions, and then turned back towards the man he was speaking with.

“Forgive my sudden appearance, but you did invite me.”



The Bloodlust:


“Sir, The Ghosts of War are uploading the results of their scanning the rift.”

“Relay the data to me.”

“Yes Sir”




OOC:

Please post the results of the scans of the rift. Also, please excuse my stating the reactions of your guards. They seemed to be logical ones and I will edit it you want. I also cannot remember if you identifiesd who I was speaking to.

"Interesting how you devote such glorious dedication to Slaanesh. He would be pleased by your wanton embrace of agony. For many of our kind, pain and pleasure are but doorways to higher states of grace. Our own Emperor is a devotee of the arts of Slaanesh, adept at recieving and dealing the most exquisite tortures and most pleasing vices.

As for your ideas on artificial troops...We would have to insist that you abandon those ideas. Such Abhorred Intelligences were a terrible burden upon mankind; when the Iron Men of Holy Terra rebelled, they threatened all of Mankind; this was the Dark Age of Technology; where all Mankind was a warring, barbaric technological society on the brink of destruction"

"This Slaanesh," replied Renton, "is not known to me. We use such devices to ensure discipline and punish those that need it. But, if it helps to put it in perspective for you to think of it like that, then so be it.

"Truth be told, I've heard of some ship commanders who actually enjoy putting people in these things just to see how long they last. In my opinion, that's a waste of resources and sadistic. Of course, if its an enemy being put in, I could care less.

"As for building more Soong type androids, it was attempted once several centuries ago. The result was promising at first, but failure was the result. There was some flaw that the old man had figured out how to prevent in his designs that we couldn't, so it was dropped. Of course, considering that he had live for at least a century or two to the best of my knowledge, he was ahead of the curve. Of course, Dr. Soong had also not in his full right mind ever since his batches of Augments came out mentally unstable and had to be destroyed with his help back in the twenty-second century.

"In regards to the self-aware E.M.H., I doubt a medical tool that can thing for itself could be of much use on the front line. And I doubt that any more could be created without subjecting more to similar situations that resulted in the first.

"As for the self-aware nanite colony and the engineering tools that were based on the Soong type android, why I don't know, that achieved self awareness, I don't know what happened to them. I do know that the engineering tools were fully prepared to sacrifice themselves to save human life."

“…and the enforcers if need be.”

The last bit was not broadcast over the radio, it came from beside him.

Alongside him was a human standing at approximately two meters in height and dressed in a white uniform with gold trim vaguely modeled after his own. He possessed no weapons and stood almost perfectly still with little movement. He looked at the drawn weapons from the guards quick reactions, and then turned back towards the man he was speaking with.

“Forgive my sudden appearance, but you did invite me.”



The Bloodlust:


“Sir, The Ghosts of War are uploading the results of their scanning the rift.”

“Relay the data to me.”

“Yes Sir”




OOC:

Please post the results of the scans of the rift. Also, please excuse my stating the reactions of your guards. They seemed to be logical ones and I will edit it you want. I also cannot remember if you identifiesd who I was speaking to.

OOC: @Bal: My guards? From the wording, I thought it was on your ship that he appeared, but meh. I'll go with the flow.

As for the Portal, I can't really describe without going into Technobabble, alot of it made up.

Basically, in design, its like a fold in space, only because of the edges are putting out so much energy it appears as a pure white fissure. It also has aspects of a wormhole in that transit is not instantaneous(sp?) and that the interior is tunnel-ish like. It connects the Trill star system of the normal NS-verse with the Trill star system of Jarvon's home reality. Inside, its similar to Babylon 5 style Hyperspace in that a ship has to maintain constant thrust or risk being lost in the energy currents and eddies that could either destroy it, like what happened to Whyatica's pirate Sharlin (discussed it over with him via MSN beforehand) or spit it out into some random reality (like the shot from his government's ship).

So, I'll let you make up some technobabble about what your scans show, within reason, as its not really my area of expertise. For me, its more of a plot device that opens the doorway to interact with the majority of NS nations.

As for the guards, meh. Only S.O.P., considering that I RPed the same thing with Nagg's little boarding party and that you RPed 'beaming' onto the bridge of the Gecko, not only a sensitive area that's usually restricted to approved personnel only, but also crewed by people still a little jumpy after the battle with the pirates.

IC: I.S.S. Gecko - Bridge

The Watch Officer turned around in his seat to face the man. Only, before he could get a word out, Lieutenant Colonel Katana stepped seemingly out of nowhere.

"Ahh," exclaimed the Watch Officer, "I hate it when you do that."

"I know," replied Katana as he strode between the security officers with drawn phaser pistos, "now, who's our guest?"

"Slaanesh is one of the gods of Chaos; a being of limitless perfection; of pleasure, pain, decadance and debauchery. Blessed be his servants who bask in such extremes, becoming but living vessels for his glorious sensation. Sadism is not to be so easily cast aside, it is a valuable trait. A true leader must be devoid of any mercy, even loyalty to his own. Each man is but a pawn before the true strength of a leader."

He smirked softly. "The Machine Spirits are the tools by which we beseech the Machine God for his blessed invocation. The idea of a machine able to truly think for itself is an abomination. Only a human mind can ensure true purity at the reins of Technology. Even the mightiest Titan of the Imperium is controlled directly by interface with a human mind; such vehicles are immense destroyers of worlds, great sunderers of continents, the death of cities. Blessed are they, the truest instruments of the Machine."

Renton raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting," he said, "Of course, the United Empire Of Planets strives to ensure the purity of the human race.

"As for this Slaanesh of yours, he sounds like someone who would enjoy the Emperor's private 'collection'. He tends to stuff and mount his enemies and then put them on display. Not exactly something I agree with, but meh, to each his own.

"Now, shall we continue? The other's must be waiting in the dining area for us."

"As you wish. I'm not sure Slaanesh would enjoy simply having his victims mounted, I do believe he prefers to mount his victims" He chuckles softly. "The Lord Slaanesh is a vision of perfection, beautiful, hermaphroditic perfection. To look upon it is to surrender your soul and all your being. But there will be time for us to explain our pantheon to you at another time.

The enlightenment shall truly benefit you; open your eyes to beautifully savage garden. A universe riping and lusting to be consumed in utter Chaos."

"Uhh," responded Renton, "I think we might be talking about two different meanings when we refer to the term 'mounted'. I wasn't refering to the one pertaining to reproductive actions of quadrapedal Terran lower life forms, but the other meaning. For example, when you mount a statue, you are putting it on its pedastool. The Emperor's collection are mounted inside their display cases.

"Me, I have my own method of making my enemies dissapear. Its an old method, true, but its still quite effective."

OOC: Chrono, I'm seeing some similarities between the WH40k Chaos and the ST MU Order. You seeing it?

"I was making a play on words; I trust that you and your kind still maintain senses of humor; or are they surgically removed at birth along with your personality? Honestly, all I've managed to drag from you are encyclopedic renditions of your nation and your continual disapproval for the methods of your comrades.

Of course I expect nothing different, you aren't exactly ranking very high; the Emperor may be most displeased that humanity, despite its whining protests, has been allowed to slip so far. A pity, a true pity, I expected far better of our human cousins" He lets a sly smirk grace his features, staring at Renton. "I only hope you can redeem yourselves over dinner."

OOC: *Tag* I see we have another Eureka Seven fan! :D

"I was making a play on words; I trust that you and your kind still maintain senses of humor; or are they surgically removed at birth along with your personality? Honestly, all I've managed to drag from you are encyclopedic renditions of your nation and your continual disapproval for the methods of your comrades.

Of course I expect nothing different, you aren't exactly ranking very high; the Emperor may be most displeased that humanity, despite its whining protests, has been allowed to slip so far. A pity, a true pity, I expected far better of our human cousins" He lets a sly smirk grace his features, staring at Renton. "I only hope you can redeem yourselves over dinner."

"Personality and emotion are useful at times," replied Renton, "but I did not see any use for them thus far. Of course, that's the cost of being a member of the armed services. You are expected to operate with dignity and cold, hard precision. Then of course, I'm also doing my best to be uninsulting and as diplomatic as I can right now.

"Rest assured, you can expect some of the other command officers to let their guards down partially during the dinner.

"There, you'll meet our Marine commander, Colonel Hajiki Sanada, and his X.O., Lieutenant Colonel Katana. Katana, well, lets just say, like every other command officer on this ship, has been offered promotion several times, but has turned it down for one reason or another."

Renton shuddered.

"Katana is, shall we say, one who operates under the old Terran Empire's frontier philosophies, when and where things were settled not by the law but by the sword or the gun."

"Often the sword and the gun are the only tools that the hated xeno or the malicious heretic can understand. Words have their time and place, but when words fail they must be backed up by raw, brute force. The previous Emperor knew this, that is why the Legios Astartes were created; to be his favored elite, his perfect weapon. There are many other factors backing them, of course; the arms of the Mechanicus, the vast resources of the Imperial Guard.

Each of them serve their purpose in enforcing the raw will of the Imperium; some would question our right to bring such savage war to the stars. But many know the necessity of such dire actions and the doubtless pleasure it brings to our hallowed Gods."

OOC: Chron, are your Astartes based on the Chaos models or the Imperial models?

OOC: A bit of both; they worship Chaos and can recieve gifts from the Gods, while using the standard Pre-heresy Legion set-up; but are far more well-equipped than canon Chaos Marines, because I started out as IoM and had my entire civilisation corrupted :D

"Often the sword and the gun are the only tools that the hated xeno or the malicious heretic can understand. Words have their time and place, but when words fail they must be backed up by raw, brute force. The previous Emperor knew this, that is why the Legios Astartes were created; to be his favored elite, his perfect weapon. There are many other factors backing them, of course; the arms of the Mechanicus, the vast resources of the Imperial Guard.

Each of them serve their purpose in enforcing the raw will of the Imperium; some would question our right to bring such savage war to the stars. But many know the necessity of such dire actions and the doubtless pleasure it brings to our hallowed Gods."

"Thus far," replied Renton, "the only wars the U.E.P. has started are those that serve to enhance her might. Those that she's joined, but not started, have been thus far at the right time and motivation to not only put the entire Empire behind the cause but to also cause the Empire to come on top at the end.

"Though, this thing with the Alliance goes back to the days before even the Alliance was founded and it was the early Terran Empire's encounters with the then Klingon Empire that spawned what has become what is currently a Cold War between the two superpowers of a galaxy. Each pretty much equally matched with the other and able to fight the other to a stand-still. Its been that way for almost a millenia now.

"That's one of the reasons we came to this reality. All of the factions from ours are either on one side or the other already and no one's been able to win. Thus, we came here on the off chance we could make enough allies that our side would win. Then, the Emperor can decide what to do with the left-overs.

"Though, in my personnal opinion, it would be wise to keep the Klingons alive as a species. In my experience, they make worthy prey for the hunt."

"If you earn our favor, I guarantee you not a living xeno soul shall inhabit what remains of your galaxy. We would ensure only the strictest protocals be initiated in pursuit of a victory. In exchange for some influence in your plane of existence, of course. It never hurts to put out feelers to new opportunities; I'm sure you can understand. While you hold the corner of humanity alone in your existence, we exist only to reunite its fractured lineages. All the children of Terra shall come to know the true glory of Chaos

And that glory shall reign until the ending of time; Chaos shall endure and persist till the last spark of life burns out. Such is its power. Such is its glory"

"If you earn our favor, I guarantee you not a living xeno soul shall inhabit what remains of your galaxy. We would ensure only the strictest protocals be initiated in pursuit of a victory. In exchange for some influence in your plane of existence, of course. It never hurts to put out feelers to new opportunities; I'm sure you can understand. While you hold the corner of humanity alone in your existence, we exist only to reunite its fractured lineages. All the children of Terra shall come to know the true glory of Chaos

And that glory shall reign until the ending of time; Chaos shall endure and persist till the last spark of life burns out. Such is its power. Such is its glory"

"Your talk about wiping non-Terrans from the face of existance indicates you've never been on a hunt before. When the prey is a captured enemy prisoner, or one selected from a 'captive' population, with the ability to adapt and think," Renton said, "then things can get interesting.

"I once recall one hunt in particular that lasted a month and took me half-way across the galaxy. Quite enjoyable when I made the final strike that netted me victory.

"The Hirogen were an interesting Delta Quadrant species. We learned what we could from them after our first encounter with those hunters, then we wiped them out during the Borg War and took what we wanted from their databanks. They were a nuisance anyways.

"The first ship to encounter them, a mere scout, was boarded and captured. They forced the ship's E.M.H. to help them by suppressing the true memories of the crew and implanting specific ones for hunts they acted out on the ship's holodeck and to repair any crew that were injured. In the end, the crew were able to break free, bribe the Hirogen off the ship with a simple holo-emitter, and was able to sit back as they created holograms they could hunt with the idiotic ability to learn. As they never turned them off, the holograms eventually became self-aware and rebelled. Their programs still exist, but we've seperated them from their memories and it seems to have returned them to their original programming as basic holograms.

"As for how we took them out," Renton smiled coldly, "we did it the same way they had been doing to the first contact ship's crew over the years, we hunted them down one at a time until none were left that we could find. A real shame, in my opinion, from what I know of them, they were a formidable foe. I think a population should have been left alive to allow modern day hunters to select prey from."

OOC: Why do you keep quoting things from Voyager as happening in your alt-verse? Honestly...

IC:

"Evidently you would rather toy with your prey and galivant after them across the galaxy under the influence of xeno social pursuits, than actually focus on wiping them out. It's no wonder you aren't the dominant species in your reality. If we want to hutn someone across the universe, then we will; but only if it is a necessary pursuit. We don't waste our time by tracking down rogue xenos for fun.

Honestly; you'd think that your wretched little Empire had no skill except being further and further corrupted by Xeno arrogance and practices. Had I more authority I would demand that you are your kind be utterly destroyed. But against my better judgement I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I pray you start trying to regain some ground..."

OOC: Meh, its 'cause the MU version of it has been incorporated into my nation's story line. Remember, Jarvon is ST MU based and not set in the ST MU.

IC: Renton raised an eyebrow.

"For someone who claims to be of human descent," he said, "You obviously have a lack of Terran history. For example, back when we were limited to surface travel on our own Earth, humans hunted other humans for sport. If I remember correctly, a story called 'The Most Dangerous Game' was based on one of these hunts where the prey won. Thus, we knew about hunting intelligent prey, usually prisoners and other's society wouldn't miss back then, long before we even made First Contact with any non-Terrestial species.

"You'll also find that a set standard has evolved with technology bases in our home reality. No matter which culture uses it, a phaser is still a phaser. Thus far, the Empire's weapon technolgies have prooven superior and that, and other tech, of the non-Terrestial species we've encountered, most which we whiped out, are delegated to museums.

"We've also encountered humans that had been taken from Earth before we developed our Warp Drive that had been relocated throughout the galaxy. Last I heard, the Jury was still out on if they should be classed as Terrans or non-Terrans. Of course, the races that relocated those populations, namely the Preservers, as we have named them, have vanished from our reality and all indications are that they used mainly some form of dimensional technology, something which we have no experience with and thus no data with which to develop counters.

"Then there's the Q, Organians, and other similar species. Rare, but far beyond the Empire's abilities to whipe out, as I've never heard of a weapon that can kill an non-coporeal being, like the Organians, or one that's ascended to a higher plain of existance, like the Q," Renton shudders at the memories of his own encounters with the Q, "The Q who choose to deal with the Empire are few and far between, but they've all displayed their arrogance to one degree or another. According to the words of the Q that's been encountered the most," he snorts, "they are judging humanity and its right to continue on its presence course. He seems to have grown attached to Fleet Admiral Picard, who, for some reason, seems to be able to control that particular Q to some degree. Meh, I once recall hearing about how he even tried to join the Fleet Admiral's crew back when Picard was simply a Captain.

"Still, can you believe the arrogance of a race that claims to be morally superior and omnipitant in telling us that humanity's future rests in their hands? I have no doubt in their abilities, as I've seen what a Q can do first hand, but most of the few I've met have been quite juvenile in their actions. A few Q are helpful, one even saved an Imperial world after hiding out in the Empire's population for a time disguised as a human, but then she was raised to think she was a human before her own first encounter with the Q."

The group turned into the corrider outside the command officer's sanctum. Renton went through the security procedures to open the door and let the Chronosian commanders inside before following.

"You embrace the xeno as though it were your own and then cite the historic legacy of humanity as inspiring you" He laughed. "Please...You are almost as ignorant of your own heritage as you are of our own. You proclaim yourselves as humanity ascendant, and yet you say you would hunt your own brother. If we displease you, would you hunt us? I would love to see you try" He sneered, almost revolted by the whimpering words of the man before him

"The power of the Warp is sufficient to destroy a non-corporeal being; such foes as claim dominion over the mortal plane, yet know nothing of the limitless power of the Immaterium; much like the fabled C'tan. Interesting to see you so laid low in cowering fear by treacherous beings who think themselves Gods. Humanity's future rests solely in the hands of true and pure humanity; humanity ascendant, humanity untainted. From what I have seen, you are none of these things; I would name you Homo Sapiens Inferior, for all the disregard you show to humanity.

You spit upon your lineage in every breath you take and every filthy xeno custom you invoke. You truly have much to learn if you are to endure here; you have much to lose and perhaps much to gain, all dependant upon how you handle yourselves. Such is the will of the Emperor and the gods; such concepts as you are ignorant of."

"I think we got on different pages somehow," replied Renton, "There were few fringe settlements in the old Terran Empire days that practiced merged cultures, but the modern United Empire Of Planets doesn't allow that sort of thing. The whole keeping humanity pure concept is practiced throughtout Empire controlled space.

"In the Empire, Terran species and cultures are considered ultimate, and its pretty much against the law to taint something Terran. Thus, why half-breeds, for example, are sent to the front lines to fight and die, the idea behind that is why kill them before you can get any use out of them, plus it helps decrease the number of Terran lives lost. Its a logistics matter.

"Now, as I mentioned, the human hunting humans thing was used as a punishment for murders and traitors. Wound up being more effective than the death penalty back then. These days, we 're-educate' them and put them on the front lines. Of course, very few people these days actually participate in any of the hunts. Most Imperial officers just prefer to whiping out an unuseful group.

"As for this Warp you speak of, I doubt its similar in any way to our Warp Drive technology, if you discount the name. Correct me if I'm wrong."

"The warp is an entire other reality; a realm of absolute and glorious Chaos. That is where out greatest power comes from. It is a place where anything and nothing exist at once; a furious maelstrom of raw and unbridled psychic power, manipulated by Psykers. The Gods dwell there, deep within their own realms of Chaos, beings of unknowable power.

You remain tainted, though you seek above all things to be pure. You have been tainted by xeno knowledge, xeno customs, I'm sure you probably have wretched xeno races here on this very vessel, serving in your heirarchy, tainting everything with their very presence.

In time you will learn the terrible error of your ways. Or you shall be judged."

"The only non-Terrans aboard this ship," Renton replied with emphasis, "are our guests from this reality and non-sentients from our own that the science and medical staffs experiment on. The same holds true for any ship that holds a place of importance in the fleet.

"Its obvious our two nations hold similar attitudes towards the superiority of humanity, but not to the same degree. In my home reality, things are the way they are because that's what allowed us to surive. Until a few centuries ago, humanity was the minority in the galaxy. We needed some way to crew our ships and fill the ranks of our troops while we rebuilt our numbers. Truth be told, we would have vanished from our reality long ago if we didn't conserve our numbers and had non-Terrans fight for us during that time.

"Tell me, what would you have done if you were of a species that only a thousand or so were left of in a hostile galaxy where to show weaknesses and vunerabilty would mean that every other group would jump down your throat the first chance they got? For us, it was only logical to bring non-Terrans into the Empire when there were not enough Terrans to defend the Empire. Hell, there weren't even enough to call it an Empire back then.

"As for this Warp, you preach human superiority, yet you worship entities that inhabit this realm which are decidely not human. Any reason why?"

"You would question our religion? What has worship to do with any concept of Human superiority? The Gods have gifted us, blessed us, laid down our sacred mission. To unify mankind before their glorious realms and prepare for the next stage; for humanity to become ascendant, to truly embrace the glories of the Psyker and the Warp. You and your kind would falter before the singular might of an Alpha class Psyker, and we would laugh to watch you sundered.

Mankind was a wracked and tormented species, so long ago. Before the False Emperor created his first Space Marines and reconquered Terra; then he created the ancient Primarchs of legend, to lead his armies and unify the Galaxy. He would have abandoned the galaxy to attain his own Godhood; but Horus, blessed be his name, lead forth his armies to destroy the False Emperor.

Though defeated, he mortally wounded the Emperor, forcing the Corpse God into his Golden Throne. But these are events countless milennia old; and his realm is no more. Terra has fallen to lesser men, and remains in their hands. We travelled the stars that we might found a realm for Mankind ascendant, that one day we would lead forth our crusades to reunify our race, and to enforce compliance upon all who would oppose."

"No need to get so hostile," Renton said defensively, "I was simply curious about that aspect. Sorry if I struck a nerve.

"As for the name Horus, its also appeared in the history of the Earth of my reality as the name of an Ancient Eqyptian deity. I can't recall of what specifically of the top of my head right now, but I do know it was pretty important.

"Now, if I recall correctly the crew manifest, we have a crew member aboard hailing from that region who still practices the religion of the Ancient Egyptians. He, or she, not sure which of the top of my head, should have more info on the Horus from our history. Perhaps the two of you could compare notes on the differences and similarities of the Horus of your reality and the one from mine.

"As for the Earth you hail from, one more question, no offense intended with this one either, but why not retake your Terra from these lesser beings you spoke of?

"It seems to me our histories contain many similar elements. However, due to a few chance events that happened long ago, we ended up developing along the same path, but only on different branches of it.

"Now," Renton gestured across the holographic grass that floored the command staff's sanctum at the moment towards a table carved from a single block of genuine mahogny(sp?) that was decidely not holographic surrounded by decidedly plush leather chairs, "if you would please have a seat, we can get started with dinner and you can meet the other members of this ships command staff."

OOC: I wonder where Bal, NZ, Whyatica, and Anim went.

OOC: I was just waiting for the others to enter where my guys were. And i am busy dealing with takeing care of some legal matters.

The captain scanned through the data report from the scans and then forwarded it to his superiors. The data was sent through the Space Minus transmitter to Earth. The report was read by the Imperial Science Advisor to the Emperor. The advisor carried the report himself to the Emperor.

“Hmmm… I see.”

“Yes your Highness”

“We better get some things clarified about these reading before anything is decided. Send a copy to our allies to see what they recommend.”

“In your Wisdom it will be done.”

A few minutes later the report was sent to one of the Empire’s allies, Indra Prime.




Excerpt from the report:

…initial scans of the rift indicated a classic wormhole appearance with the exception that the physical appearances emitted a strong white luminary discharge. The white aura made the physical structures slightly difficult to disconcert but the use of several filters eliminated the excessive radiation.

The radiant energies of the aperture indicate the possible temporal fissure except for it’s non-conformity to standard appearances. The quantum signatures of the vessels known to have come from the “reality” beyond show a similar Quantum signature but it is definitely removed by .02351 upon the W-Axis. This indicates said vessels are from an alternate timeline.

Several vessels have been observed emitting some sort of beam directing it towards the anomaly, apparently in an attempt to stabilize the fissure into a permanent structure. The dangers inherent in this situation could result in catastrophic reversion if they were to meet their primary counterparts. The resultant exothermic reaction could render the area uninhabitable.

Actions suggested if the anomaly were dimensional in nature would be a complete shut down. The local political structure is not to be considered when determining the actions needed to ensure the safety of civilian….

OOC: Way way busy this weekend, my appologies. I'll post later today; I've started writing it up 3 times and had no time to finish it

OCC: @NZ: Currently both Chrono's representatives and yours are in the dining area.
@Anim: A'right. No need to rush. We'll just use Fluid Time when you get back to say that your representative had already had been brought to the inner sanctum's dining area.
@Bal: I've already talked to IP concerning the Portal via TG's. He said unless it deals with temporal mechanics, he's not messing with it, to paraphrase a little. And the beam that opened the Portal has long since stopped. There are construction ships building the first of the two Gates (one on each side) that will allow it to be controlled (ie, size altered, opened and closed at will, et cetera). Sorry if I hadn't mean the general bits clear.

@Bal: I've already talked to IP concerning the Portal via TG's. He said unless it deals with temporal mechanics, he's not messing with it, to paraphrase a little. And the beam that opened the Portal has long since stopped. There are construction ships building the first of the two Gates (one on each side) that will allow it to be controlled (ie, size altered, opened and closed at will, et cetera). Sorry if I hadn't mean the general bits clear.


I know.

ICly I don'y know mich about Temporal Technology and the deviation on the W-Axis means the possibility of you orignating from another timeline. This means I will have to ask an expert ICly to look over the data. I am also aware the beam has stopped but it was part of the process and needed mentioning in the report.

I know.

ICly I don'y know mich about Temporal Technology and the deviation on the W-Axis means the possibility of you orignating from another timeline. This means I will have to ask an expert ICly to look over the data. I am also aware the beam has stopped but it was part of the process and needed mentioning in the report.

OOC: Understood and ackowledged. Just so you know, from what I read, it sounded like your scans read that the beam that created and stabalized the Portal was still active.

And it was from only one ship, of a class specifically designed for the job.

If it helps, think of the Portal as just a more complex version of a spatial fold. A normal fold uses what, the first three dimensions? This one uses far more, enough to actually transcend dimensions (hence the name of "Trans-Dimensional Portal") to create an opening between the realities.

Oh, and check your TGs, Bal.

OOC: The World of Warcraft disease has hit me, hard..In the past two days I've got something like 7 levels, so little time for posting. Here you go, and SQ: I'll make a new thread for the Pirates later today if that's okay.

IC:
"Shai Alyt, I am afraid they are right. The pirates have gone through the wormhole, and we are unable to chase them. We will most certainly be destroyed if we attempt to cross."

"Yes, yes..Open a channel to the Imperials."

"Channel open."

"Attention Imperials - We agree, however, we wish to be informed if you capture or destroy the Pirates. If possible, send us word when the Portal is capable of handling ships this size, I will take on the hunt personally." the Shai said, slashing his throat.

"Channel closed."

"Crew, we have new orders. We are deploying back to Minbar now, the Grey Council is requesting all ships prepared for imminent invasion."

"Invasion..Who's invading, Shai?"

"The report did not say, it's entirely possible that the Grey themselves do not know. All I know is that we'll be deploying to Minbar with our escorts and prepare for invasion. The other three Adronados are already there, and we must join our companions. Nearly all five hundred ships are at Minbar or near there, and we will be setting off now. Set a course."

"Aye, sir. Entering jumpspace."

Victorious's jump engines glowed slightly, and ahead of the ship, a blue vortex opened up. The ship's gravimetric engines started up, and pushed her into hyperspace, and Victorious and the crew performed last-minute checks before the return to Minbar..

OOC: Its fine with me, Whyatica. TG me with the link when you make it, please. Just so you know, it looks like I'll have to borrow my friend's nation (he's gotten hooked on a new console game) for it.

IC: Messages

Response to the Victorious from the Gecko:

The Portal will be able to accomidate ships of any size and/or number in a minimum of two weeks. That's when the construction of both Gates, one for both sides, will be finished.

Do note, however, as your ships are not Imperial ships, transit through will require a toll to be payed if you wish it to be legit. The precise amount is variable and will be judged dependent on ship size, mass, amount of 'cargo', type of 'cargo', and many other factors that I don't feel like listing right now.

We have also recieved confirmation from the other side of the Portal that one of the pirate craft did not survive the transit and detonated on the other side.

Also, as you will be guests in our reality and territory, you will be permitted to take part in the search, but under Imperial escort. We also have a score to settle with the pirates.

Fluid Time Later

The on-duty bridge crew, what was left of it after the battle with the pirate Sharlins, watched as the Victorious jumped to Hyperspace.

OOC:

Just a reminder, you have someone standing next to you on the Geko's bridge.

OOC:

Just a reminder, you have someone standing next to you on the Geko's bridge.

OOC: IIRC, I was waiting for your response to my response. I believe I had Lieutenant Colonel Katana ask your character a question.

Hang on and I'll get the link to the post (my IC banter with Chrono's character has taken a lot of pages up).

EDIT: Here it is Bal.
Your Post:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11233360&postcount=117
My Post Containing Response:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11234347&postcount=118

@All: Just in case you forgot, I have a fleet in-system that was redirected IC'ly a while before because of the pirate Sharlins. My fleet arrived at around the same time as Whyatica's goverment ship.
Here's the link to the thread containing the numbers in case you forgot.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11225369&postcount=108

"Ahh," exclaimed the Watch Officer, "I hate it when you do that."

"I know," replied Katana as he strode between the security officers with drawn phaser pistos, "now, who's our guest?"



The figure stood motionless with his hands at his sides thinking Katana was speaking to the Watch Officer. He looked from the Watch Officer back to Katana a couple times expecting the officer to speak. When he didn’t, the figure took the initiative.

“I am Ta’Orv. He invited me to visit the ship, so I did.”

His voice was soft but it seemed to drown out all the other bridge noises and conversations.

Elaine looked shocked and smiled quite warmly; "we understand your protocols and while we don't practice such measures on my ship we will abide while on your vessel. Its amazing how different our technology is" Elaine said looking around.

"We've been on deep space assignment for the last 3 months the only fresh food we have is from the hydroponics bay to have real meat is a rare delicacy; what are these replicators you speak of?" she added.

On the Alexia
"Commander Kerri, Ma'am" Karen Rains nodded to the long dark haired elven XO currently occupying the command chair; "All fighters have returned", she added.

"Good" Anaria Kerri the ships executive officer and second in command smiled and replied; "How are the scan of that anomaly coming"

"The rift, appears to be quantum in nature; it works in a similar way to our jump engines actually but instead of opening a vortex into Hyperspace it opens one into another reality, its quite impressive technology" Leftenant Romanova replied from the engineering station.

Romanova was a shorter woman at five foot four inches; with pink hair that framed her face perfectly she was also one of the smartest people on the ship; "I would love to get a look at there computers" she said off hand.

"Zagalo; ask the locals for permission to send a probe into their rift; I want to know exactly how this thing works, I want to find out why this is breaching local Hyperspace", Anaria ordered

The figure stood motionless with his hands at his sides thinking Katana was speaking to the Watch Officer. He looked from the Watch Officer back to Katana a couple times expecting the officer to speak. When he didn’t, the figure took the initiative.

“I am Ta’Orv. He invited me to visit the ship, so I did.”

His voice was soft but it seemed to drown out all the other bridge noises and conversations.

"I'm Lieutent Colonel Katana," responded Katana as he strode foward to look Ta'Orv in the eyes with his own cold gaze, "Now, I won't dispute your claim of being invited, but there are procedures to these types of things. You are aware of the recent incident with the pirate craft, yes? And yet you let yourself aboard at one of the most jumpy locations you can get after a battle.

"Now, I'm rushed for time as I'll have to join the other command officers for the dinner with the representatives, but I'll see what I can do to help you. If need be, I'll have you accompony(sp?) me to the dining area to find someone who can. Any questions?"

Elaine looked shocked and smiled quite warmly; "we understand your protocols and while we don't practice such measures on my ship we will abide while on your vessel. Its amazing how different our technology is" Elaine said looking around.

"We've been on deep space assignment for the last 3 months the only fresh food we have is from the hydroponics bay to have real meat is a rare delicacy; what are these replicators you speak of?" she added.

On the Alexia
"Commander Kerri, Ma'am" Karen Rains nodded to the long dark haired elven XO currently occupying the command chair; "All fighters have returned", she added.

"Good" Anaria Kerri the ships executive officer and second in command smiled and replied; "How are the scan of that anomaly coming"

"The rift, appears to be quantum in nature; it works in a similar way to our jump engines actually but instead of opening a vortex into Hyperspace it opens one into another reality, its quite impressive technology" Leftenant Romanova replied from the engineering station.

Romanova was a shorter woman at five foot four inches; with pink hair that framed her face perfectly she was also one of the smartest people on the ship; "I would love to get a look at there computers" she said off hand.

"Zagalo; ask the locals for permission to send a probe into their rift; I want to know exactly how this thing works, I want to find out why this is breaching local Hyperspace", Anaria ordered

"While I can't explain how they work," replied Hajiki, "as I'm not an engineer, but I can tell you that they use our base stores and then does something to the atoms and molecules to make what is requested. Of course, there are a few restricted items the programming won't allow to be created, like weapons, poisons, or drugs, without the proper authorization codes.

"We also have a hydroponics garden, but its more for asthetics and to give our crew members with green thumbs the ability to practice their hobby."

As they talked, the Colonel was leading the way down corriders, into a turbolift, and from the turboshaft to the command officer's inner sanctum.

OOC: Anim, feel free to use Fluid Time to squeeze any more questions you have into the trip or just have your character wait until in the dining area.

Meanwhile...

Response to the Alexia from the Gecko

That will depend on several factors. Namely the mass and dimensions of the probe you intend to send in. We'll also have to clear this with our people on the other side so they don't shoot it when it goes through.

They seated themselves, the Ambassador rather amused by the entire experience. The history and culture of the meagre Terran Empire had poured from his guards lips, almost boastfully. He himself had reserved the grandest of the Imperium's accomplishments for now; had held back from detailing its heights of achievement and depths of depravity. He wondered, almost an idle thought, what his techpriests were discovering, doubtlessly scribbling away on dataslates of all they had begun to realise.

He imagined these Terrans regarded them as superstitious cousins; advanced yet stymied by beliefs that were not their own. He let a chuckle slip forth from his lips. He could put on a demonstration for them that would prove to them the power of the Warp, and these latest sons of Terra would discover the truth of the Imperium's power.

He imagined these new converts would serve well; given time...

Eureka took her seat and Kira followed soon after tho he was not pleased with more humans comeing into the room.

" More humans........they are like bugs no matter how many you kill they keep showing up" Kira said to Eureka.

" You had better stop such talk befor i report you to The Lord of Shadows and he deals with you himself. He gave strict orders for the Imperial Guard to not insult other humans outside of Neo Zeta." Eureka said

" Not to many left to do that to in the Imperial Axis since Ishbal fell. Cant you just let me have my fun?" The Demon laughed.

They seated themselves, the Ambassador rather amused by the entire experience. The history and culture of the meagre Terran Empire had poured from his guards lips, almost boastfully. He himself had reserved the grandest of the Imperium's accomplishments for now; had held back from detailing its heights of achievement and depths of depravity. He wondered, almost an idle thought, what his techpriests were discovering, doubtlessly scribbling away on dataslates of all they had begun to realise.

He imagined these Terrans regarded them as superstitious cousins; advanced yet stymied by beliefs that were not their own. He let a chuckle slip forth from his lips. He could put on a demonstration for them that would prove to them the power of the Warp, and these latest sons of Terra would discover the truth of the Imperium's power.

He imagined these new converts would serve well; given time...

OOC: Yeah, sorry about that, Chrono. You were posting responses more than the others, so I just used my character with you to do it. Of course, its not the full history. I've left out some of the more interesting tidbits, but if you know canon, you could probably guess. Not to mention the post-Alliance, pre-UEP Earth and World War IV (which, IIRC, I did mention once or twice via one of the characters, so feel free to press for details).

IC: Renton took his seat at the head of the table while most of his command officers filtered in and took their places. At the Chronosian representatives chuckle, he rose an eyebrow but ignored it for now. With a few taps at the controls built into the arms of his chair, he summoned holo-waiters, mostly of the female persuasion (OOC: Picture something akin to Hooter's uniforms for them, only with a FT ST MU twist) to bring in the appitizer. Tonight, that was a specially spiced clam chowder mixed with onion soup. The onions were fresh picked from the ship's hydroponic garden whil the clams were taken from a tank in the ship's stores. Even the spices used were fresh picked and ground. After everyone was finished, then the steaks would be brought out.

A few more taps and the holo-entertainment appeared out of a holo-hut. They inculded hula dancers in the traditional garb (OOC: Grass skirts and coconut tops), fire eaters, musicians, and other related holo-careers.

Eureka took her seat and Kira followed soon after tho he was not pleased with more humans comeing into the room.

" More humans........they are like bugs no matter how many you kill they keep showing up" Kira said to Eureka.

" You had better stop such talk befor i report you to The Lord of Shadows and he deals with you himself. He gave strict orders for the Imperial Guard to not insult other humans outside of Neo Zeta." Eureka said

" Not to many left to do that to in the Imperial Axis since Ishbal fell. Cant you just let me have my fun?" The Demon laughed.

Anemone glared at Kira.

"I take it you won't heed my warning about watching yourself tonight," she said coldly, "Just consider yourself lucky that Katana isn't here, yet."

"Ah Zetans!" Actaeon burst into a bemused grin as he listened to their words "How marvellous; always good to see ones old lackeys kicking around. I know the aftermath of the Republic wars were hard on you; what with all that you had gained and so little control. Suppose you lacked a more guiding light. Won't find any of that since the fall of Ishbal" A wink and a smirk greeted them. "As for this, lovely display. Everything looks simply divine; doesn't it?"

Ragnar nodded, removing his helmet. His was a proud, warrior face, stern as though carved from the cold stone of his homeworld; bionic implants gleaming at his neck, small metal circlets, like medallions gleamed in his skull.

His armor, steel grey and rimmed with golds, was adorned with medals marking the various campaigns he had taken part in; purity seals detailign upon their worn parchment the ancient rites of war he had invoked, and the service he had done to the glorious Empire and the eternal majesty of the Emperor.

"All seems fitting." His voice was like the cold hiss of a dagger being drawn, his eyes, grey hued green, seemed to roam the chamber, a foreboding wreathing him, this superhuman warrior from beyond the stars.

"I've sent a request back to my ship that Imperial Astropaths be allowed to board following the dinner, along with one of my more...Interesting creations" Actaeon smiled softly, his fingers drumming against the table. "I trust they will be unhindered and allowed to operate to the fullest extent of my wishes. I'd also like to know how my Tech-Adepts are getting on regarding the analysis of your technology. I honestly expect them to find nothing in common with their own dire worship, but a general outline of your capabilities would be nice, pending our evaluation and proposals."

The Imperial command officers currently in the room remained quiet as they waited to see how the Neo Zetan representatives would respond. If things got hostile, holo-security forces would have to be used.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Couldn't think of anything else to write.

Kira's eyes fixed them selfs on Actaeon " Who do you think you are human speaking to superior race like that? Your race is nothing but slaves and food to us demons. The only reasion you arnt at my feet begging for mercy is a few humans still hold some say in the the Imperial Axis. But rest assured soon their voices will fade and i will remember your words today. I will remind you of them when you,your family and your leaders are at my races feet begging for us to end their pain."

Kira was ready to say more when Eureka spoke up " Thats enough kira as your commanding officer i am ordering you to keep your views on humans to yourself."

Kira looked back angered by Eurekas orders " You fayth arnt much better a offshoot of the human race. If it wasnt for your abilitys to use the Magics of this realm we would enslave your race aswell."

Elaine nodded; "I'm sure our engineers can talk tech, Leftenant Romanova would probably talk your ear off if I'd brought her along", she said with a smile thinking of the young engineer.

"Your technology is more advanced that ours in some ways, and inferior in others I'm sure we'll have a lot to trade in the future" she nodded following the man; the Marines keeping the regulation 10 paces behind until they came to the door.

"Ok, you two are on door duty" she ordered; "the rest of you; feel free to enjoy our hosts hospitality" she said with a nod.

Turning back the Colonel and nodding for him to continue leading them into the commander's inner sanctum; "This ship looks different than the others"

On the Alexia
"Ma'am the reply says they want to know how big a probe would be?" the officer manning the communication station replied,

"Tell them; about the size of one of our anti-ship missiles; it’s the same casing and engine assembly but with an advanced sensor package instead of a war head" Anaria nodded her command.

"Inform them we need to go to active scans; and open one of our missile batteries to launch the probe; as soon as the probe has pass through the rift it will complete a scan and return through the rift to our reality" she said.

"Tactical; open one of the forward missile batteries and prepare a probe for launch" she ordered waiting for confirmation from the other ship before firing.

"Now now children, we are in pleasant company, theres no need to be so harsh. After all, in our culture it is the Daemon who serves mankind, bent and broken before the true mortal servants of the Gods. We are humanity deified and ascendant; you are wretched xenoforms clawing and grasping at power.

Trust me when I tell you this, humanity shall rule the stars and crush all who denies him his right as lord of the stars. These fine extra-dimensional travellers will tell you much the same. If you want a demonstration of how far dominant humanity is, simply wait until my special surprise arrives; then, and only then, will you know how totally we rule. We are the chosen of the Gods. A thousand Daemons could be conjured from the Warp and not have a foothold upon the mortal plane without our ministrations" He lets his eyes burn into Kira

"The Emperor protects, and his black mercy shall not fall upon you or your bastard kin; you shall beg before the thrones of the True Gods and know only agony and suffering for a thousand millenia. Pain and torment without end before the realms of Chaos. We have this power; I beg you, don't tempt us to break everything you possess. Or by the blood of Ishbal, we shall break you."

" Your words are well put but foolish at best. We have heard those words from many Human nations and each and everyone of them who has attempted to harm us has been detroyed. You speak of ruleing the stars and crushing those who stand in your way. I tell you this now that we stand in your way. It is only a matter of time befor the Makai brings its Burning Crusade to destroy humanity." Kira let his eyes glow red not holding back his trueself anymore

" My kin will aid in this burning crusade untell not one human is left. And your gods will bow to the might of the Dark Titans. But if you wish to bring your end befor that then i welcome you to come free your people in the Imperial Axis. They have long given up hope and are without strengh. And your people will end up like them as we crush you at our very borders and then crush your worlds one by one untell nothing is left. And this will happen in time to all human nations untell we atlast make our way to your homeworld earth. A waste of space and unwanted in the new order that will come. We will erase it from the galaxy and from the minds of every race. Humanity will be erased along with it only a few kept alive as cattle to feed us demons who feed on them."

Eureka looked on her eyes filled with anger tho there was little she could do. If he was not on her ship she could not give him true orders as he outranked her off the ship.

"And what of the worlds crushed under the Black Crusades? The nations brought to compliance under pain and suffering; broken beneath the heel of Humanity. Your Titans are absent Gods; flawed beings who do not show their might upon our reality. You cower and prattle of mighty Titans, roaming the universe in a vast burning Crusade; but our Gods speak now, here. They send forth their might to set all Order to the flame, and they succeed.

What have you ever achieved besides what we have allowed? What glories do you have to your own name? Cowering in the midst of your bastard alliance, your Federation of the Free! What might is there? Only impotence in word and action! You are a degenerate race, not even fit to lick humanity's boots, and when they rise they shall relegate you to ashes of the Past. And your pathetic whimperings of Crusade with it!"

"The Imperium shall not fall to filth such as you, scum who don't know their place. The footfalls of your kind shall never reach hallowed Chronosia Prime, let alone Ancient Terra."

" The Titans have no need to worry about the events in this petty realm. Such a weak race as humans can be dealt with by their servents with ease. Your gods may speak now but their yell is only a wisper when compared to the Dark Titans voice. Bring your Black Crusade and we will end it once and for all. With its end will come the end of humanitys only real hope and its a fools hope at that."

" As for your terra who would stop us from attacking it? You humans are allways busy fighting each other and arrugeing over terrtory and resources. We demons would be untied in our attack of terra and its destruction. Wave after Wave would attack the world untell it was detroyed along with everything human in that entire system."

"And you seem too busy lording over Humans and disobeying your commanding officer to be able to even mount a standard argument, let alone a planetary invasion." His voice was suddenly soft, almost concerned "You let him treat you like this? You are his commanding officer, a Fayth true enough, but your kind are just as capable as theirs. Perhaps even more so. You don't deserve this treatment, this barbarism..."

He let his eyes slip to the Terran officials about them. "This...thing, is a nuisance, a canker. See how he spoke so idly of destroying hallowed Terra. Would you allow such a thing to pass, I wonder? Would any here with the blood of Terra in their veins? Hm?"

" I dont have much say when he is off my ship. We fayth are loseing our power as well. We are humans who evolved diffrent when we isolated ourselfs on Bevelle for so long. Terra is my homeland aswell so i understand your rage. But he is a Imperial Guard and his family has much power. If i were to use any real power over him i would be dead with in a week along with anyone i was related too." Eureka said.

"No; no you wouldn't. Humanity has nothing to fear so long as the Imperium holds sway. You need only embrace that which is unembraceable; give yourself over to it; to Us. To Chaos. To be fuelled by such limitless power as the Warp is to touch glory. These beings cannot understand the raw power of Humanity; so much potential; so much glory. Eventually, they shall be illuminated. You need only to let go...To give in...And join us."

Kira laughed " She has that human blood in her. She is affraid and she should be. You just dont understand do you? That we demons are the future and that.." Kira would never be able to end that sentance as the sound of his neck being sliced threw filled the room. Sound of his flesh tearing open and his blood spilling. Eureka held her dagger firmly as she removed it from the demons neck.

" You are right.........i will not be talked down to by this scum. For to long i have been to affraid to speak up to them when they should not even have the right to look me in the eye.... Your Chaos....... i want to know more" Eureka was overcome with a strange feeling she hadnt felt for so long. Joy and freedom she was not affraid anymore. Maybe it was the things Kira said or the feeling she got from seeing humans not only stand up to a demon but look down on it and not do it falsely but with real power to back it up with true faith.

"Excellent; a brilliant show of power, of determination, of will that could only truly be human. No?" He laughs, letting the sound echo about the room. "You have proved yourself worthy; the Gods smile upon you, Khorne laughs to see such violence, Slaanesh claims your satisfaction as his own. You have taken the first step; and soon, soon you shall ascend, glorious and illuminated. You wish to know more; you shall know all, from the base of the Changers throne we shall pluck out the knowledge to make you....Perfect"

"I'm Lieutent Colonel Katana," responded Katana as he strode foward to look Ta'Orv in the eyes with his own cold gaze, "Now, I won't dispute your claim of being invited, but there are procedures to these types of things. You are aware of the recent incident with the pirate craft, yes? And yet you let yourself aboard at one of the most jumpy locations you can get after a battle.

"Now, I'm rushed for time as I'll have to join the other command officers for the dinner with the representatives, but I'll see what I can do to help you. If need be, I'll have you accompony(sp?) me to the dining area to find someone who can. Any questions?"

“If he didn’t want me at his particular location he should have specified an alternate one. The fault of miscommunication is not with me. I only did as asked.”

“I will follow you. Lead on.”

Elaine nodded; "I'm sure our engineers can talk tech, Leftenant Romanova would probably talk your ear off if I'd brought her along", she said with a smile thinking of the young engineer.

"Your technology is more advanced that ours in some ways, and inferior in others I'm sure we'll have a lot to trade in the future" she nodded following the man; the Marines keeping the regulation 10 paces behind until they came to the door.

"Ok, you two are on door duty" she ordered; "the rest of you; feel free to enjoy our hosts hospitality" she said with a nod.

Turning back the Colonel and nodding for him to continue leading them into the commander's inner sanctum; "This ship looks different than the others"

On the Alexia
"Ma'am the reply says they want to know how big a probe would be?" the officer manning the communication station replied,

"Tell them; about the size of one of our anti-ship missiles; it’s the same casing and engine assembly but with an advanced sensor package instead of a war head" Anaria nodded her command.

"Inform them we need to go to active scans; and open one of our missile batteries to launch the probe; as soon as the probe has pass through the rift it will complete a scan and return through the rift to our reality" she said.

"Tactical; open one of the forward missile batteries and prepare a probe for launch" she ordered waiting for confirmation from the other ship before firing.

Messages

Response from the Gecko:

If you will kindly wait for our signal, we can inform our forces on the other side to expect it and not interfere (OOC: Basically, you can just RP getting the go ahead in the post where you launch it).

Exterior

A fleet of construction ships began filtering through the Portal one at a time as the previous non-combat ships began returning to the system. Behind the construction ships came a much larger fleet of cargo ships and transports. It had been decided to go ahead and build a station in system now and not wait for both Gates to be finished.

Command Officer's Sanctum - Dining Area

The Colonel replied, "This ship is actually what one would consider a spoil. Captured during a raid on an Alliance facility by Romulan forces in the still on-going Romulan Star Empire's Civil War between the Alliance backed Remens and the U.E.P. backed Romulans. She was then refit with the best we could while still keeping the durability and armor of her origins.

"As for our engineers talking with yours," Hajiki shrugged, "you'll have to take that up with the ship's Chief Engineer as its not my area of expertise being a Marine."

He turned and scoffed at the verbal conflageration between the Neo Zetan and the Chronosian.

"Gentlemen," he said softly, yet in a carrying tone that carryed immense weight, "this is a place of peace. If you want to spar, I'm sure we can arrange for you both to have access to the arena after we eat. Until then, kindly shut your traps.

He let his hand slip to the his side where the dagger that was part of every Imperial soldier's uniforms was holstered. More ornate the higher the rank and position, every one still was usable for more than just show.

The other Terran officers sat quietly and enjoyed the show. They recognized when one was letting off steam and knew it was healthy. However, they were fully prepared to step in if it came to it. They also knew that to even reach the Terra of the Empire, they would first have to work their way into the home reality, negotiate their way through hostile space, and hopefully come out intact with a large enough force to breach the system's defenses. Humanity had vowed that never again would Earth be taken by outsiders, and thus they had set about for almost a full century focusing on building defenses for the planet and the star system.

Though, when Eureka's blade came out, that was enough. Holograms in pipless medical uniforms appeared and carried him out on a streatcher. The wound was still fresh and perhaps something could still be salvaged. Of course, more than likely, he would find his brain inside a new human body.

Meanwhile, Hajiki strode over and held his had palm up awaiting the blade with his hand on the hilt of his own.

"Now," he asked, "will you hand me that blade, or do I have to take it from you?"

The look in his eyes were sad, but also conveyed that he would probably enjoy having to take it from her by force. The Neo Zetan Captain had broken one of the Empire's oldest laws. The command officer sanctum was a place of peace where no violence was to be committed. Thus, why his eyes carried their trace of sadness as he knew the punishment. It wouldn't be as severe as if she were an Imperial officer, but it wouldn't be fun either. He only hoped that Captain Renton ordered that the Neural Neutralizer was to be used instead of the Agony Booth, for her shake(sp?) and that of future relations with the nation of Neo Zeta.

“If he didn’t want me at his particular location he should have specified an alternate one. The fault of miscommunication is not with me. I only did as asked.”

“I will follow you. Lead on.”

Katana rolled his eyes.

"Great," he groaned mentally, "He's not only a litteralist, but his humor sucks."

Aloud, he said, "Then step in here," he indicated a door similar to the Turbolift doors, but inside was no 'lift, but was in-fact a site-to-site transporter platform like many scattered throughout the ship for speed hops from place to place aboard the giant ship.

OOC:

Please check TG and continue with the post. Also assume Ta'Orv is still following Katana.

I'm at work and they have the ports for IM blocked so no MSN available.

"She's an interesting ship alright" Elaine nodded noting the confrontation she smiled to herself; 'Chronosia' she thought and though there people had only met once at the solari festival they were instantly recognisable. Even if there had been no official first contact between they're governments stories about Chronosia were wide spread in space particularly their formidable reputation as warriors.

She continued to watch the exchange as the man was eventually wheeled out on a stretcher by two hard-light holograms; hard light holography took a lot of power, which meant this ship must have had quite a reactor. Elaine had quite an attention to detail with an astute mind able to deduce technological capabilities from basic observation.

"Perhaps you could tell me more about this alliance, are they able to for lack of a better term jump realties also?" she asked trying to cool down the situation before someone else got hurt.

"Actually after dinner I was wondering if one of your teams would like to visit my ship; she isn't top of the line but I'm sure it would be an interesting experience and would give us a chance to repay your hospitality", she added

On the Alexia

"Ok; we've been given the all clear" Karen nodded towards Anaria.

"Ok go to active scans", Anaria ordered; there was a brief ping as the high level scan completed picking up all ships and doing a thorough scan of the spatial rift; "Lexy launch probe. I want a full scan; EM, radiation, quantum, temporal, everything we got nice and slow" she ordered.

"Yes Commander". the female AI replied from her video screen.

Exterior
One of the forward missile batteries slid open; a moment later a large grey cigar looking craft around the size of a 20th century cruise missile was fired into the void of space. The chemical engine flaring as it angled itself towards the rift scanning all the way across all 25,000-frequency bands, sound waves, particle scans, quantum scans, temporal scans, radiation scans and a dozen other sensors. A few moments later the probe entered the rift, flashes and swirls of purple, aqua blue and white hue danced around the probe as if travelling through a tunnel or multi coloured light.

The probe exited the other side still sending out a scanning pulse recording telemetry; 5 minutes passed and the probe performed a one hundred eighty degree turn on its own axis and flared its chemical engine back into life and gathered momentum for the return trip. The same tunnelling effect occurred on the return journey and the probe emerged back on the NS verse side of reality.

On the Alexia
"Ma'am probe has returned to our side of the rift and according to the onboard computers has 1000 yotabits of information in its memory banks; we filled up the probes entire data storage" Karen said a little shocked.
"Send drones to retrieve the probe; download all data to an external storage module; Romanova I want you to go over the data personally" Anaria ordered.

"Aye, Aye" came the reply from each.

Five unmanned Drones were launched from the Alexia the craft smaller than a fighter emitted focused gravitic beams to tow the probe back into the ship's hanger for study.

"Perhaps its better if I offer." He held out his hand to Eureka. "As of this moment, she is designated as a protected guest of the Chronosian Imperium. Now, my dear, if you would be so kind as to surrender that weapon, then I'm sure these gentlemen will do you no harm." He smirked, letting his amusement cross his features almost casually, as though she had simply made a mistake. There was only soothing in his tone, no anger, no chastisement.

"I'm sure we don't want any further bloodshed, such would be a terrible tragedy. Especially if the blood of man had to be spilled. That would be simple deviance. Not that we haven't done it before." A glimmer seemed to flicker in his eyes as the hand not outstretched to recieve a weapon brushed back his cloak, strapped in the scabbard by his side there lay a long sword, its blade carved with runes and sigils, a rune of invocation gleaming upon the hilt. It was a Power Sword.

"I'm sure we can see reason without having to see who has the bigger weapon, eh?" He winked.

Eureka nodded " You're right no more blood needs to be spilled." She flipped the dagger over and handed it to the man. " The Imperial Guard will not be happy even if i escape blame they will kill many humans for his death. I too will face death if i return home the Crimson Corp will see to that."

OOC: Sorry about the delay.

OOC:

Please check TG and continue with the post. Also assume Ta'Orv is still following Katana.

I'm at work and they have the ports for IM blocked so no MSN available.

IC: Katana set console to send them to the closest site-to-site chamber to the Command Officer's sanctum. He then set it to activate when both he and the Balroggan were on their pads. The sensors would be checked later, as well as the buffer log, to see what they could tell about their guest.

They arrived just as the 'wounded' Kira was being carried out by holo-medics and handed over to flesh-and-blood medics for a site-to-site trip to sickbay. The site-to-site transporter units made getting around a ship of this size efficent, more effecient than simply walking, and didn't room like the old-style turbolifts. It was actually a new use for the old tech, and the Gecko was one of the first to have been fitted with it. Of course, the turbolifts still had their uses and there was no plan to 'retire' them any time soon.

"She's an interesting ship alright" Elaine nodded noting the confrontation she smiled to herself; 'Chronosia' she thought and though there people had only met once at the solari festival they were instantly recognisable. Even if there had been no official first contact between they're governments stories about Chronosia were wide spread in space particularly their formidable reputation as warriors.

"Why thank you," said a man from his postion in the doorway, "I'm the Security Chief aboard this boat, Hiroto Amagiwa. And you would be?"

The pips on his collar indicated a rank of Lieutenant Commander. His bluish hair reaching his shoulders in the back but reasonably short in the front (OOC: Similar to a mullet, but not).

She continued to watch the exchange as the man was eventually wheeled out on a stretcher by two hard-light holograms; hard light holography took a lot of power, which meant this ship must have had quite a reactor. Elaine had quite an attention to detail with an astute mind able to deduce technological capabilities from basic observation.

"Perhaps you could tell me more about this alliance, are they able to for lack of a better term jump realties also?" she asked trying to cool down the situation before someone else got hurt.

"As the Colonel is busy," responded Hiroto, "I'll see if I can answer your questions.

"As for the Alliance, no, last I heard, the only ways the Alliance could hop realities if they were able to steal the designs from us, capture the ship we used in battle, or find some natural phenomenam(sp?).

"Truth be told," he continued, "while the Alliance is about the same size as the Empire, they focus on brute strength. While they are also older, and their member races have been in space longer, than the Empire, their technology has stagnated. Their ships are less advanced than the equivilant class in the Empire, but they make up for being less advanced with numbers. Be it numbers of ships or numbers of weapons on said ships, they compensate for their technological, which is slight really, like I said, with numbers."

"Actually after dinner I was wondering if one of your teams would like to visit my ship; she isn't top of the line but I'm sure it would be an interesting experience and would give us a chance to repay your hospitality", she added

"You'll have to take that up with the Captain," Hiroto indicates Renton, "and the Chief Engineer," he looks around, "who isn't here yet, I might add."

On the Alexia

"Ok; we've been given the all clear" Karen nodded towards Anaria.

"Ok go to active scans", Anaria ordered; there was a brief ping as the high level scan completed picking up all ships and doing a thorough scan of the spatial rift; "Lexy launch probe. I want a full scan; EM, radiation, quantum, temporal, everything we got nice and slow" she ordered.

"Yes Commander". the female AI replied from her video screen.

Exterior
One of the forward missile batteries slid open; a moment later a large grey cigar looking craft around the size of a 20th century cruise missile was fired into the void of space. The chemical engine flaring as it angled itself towards the rift scanning all the way across all 25,000-frequency bands, sound waves, particle scans, quantum scans, temporal scans, radiation scans and a dozen other sensors. A few moments later the probe entered the rift, flashes and swirls of purple, aqua blue and white hue danced around the probe as if travelling through a tunnel or multi coloured light.

The probe exited the other side still sending out a scanning pulse recording telemetry; 5 minutes passed and the probe performed a one hundred eighty degree turn on its own axis and flared its chemical engine back into life and gathered momentum for the return trip. The same tunnelling effect occurred on the return journey and the probe emerged back on the NS verse side of reality.

On the Alexia
"Ma'am probe has returned to our side of the rift and according to the onboard computers has 1000 yotabits of information in its memory banks; we filled up the probes entire data storage" Karen said a little shocked.
"Send drones to retrieve the probe; download all data to an external storage module; Romanova I want you to go over the data personally" Anaria ordered.

"Aye, Aye" came the reply from each.

Five unmanned Drones were launched from the Alexia the craft smaller than a fighter emitted focused gravitic beams to tow the probe back into the ship's hanger for study.

The launch, trip, and return of the probe was monitored carefully. While anyone could study the Portal as long as they wanted, it would take a look at the generators carried by the ship that had opened it truely understand the technology behind it.

"Perhaps its better if I offer." He held out his hand to Eureka. "As of this moment, she is designated as a protected guest of the Chronosian Imperium. Now, my dear, if you would be so kind as to surrender that weapon, then I'm sure these gentlemen will do you no harm." He smirked, letting his amusement cross his features almost casually, as though she had simply made a mistake. There was only soothing in his tone, no anger, no chastisement.

"I'm sure we don't want any further bloodshed, such would be a terrible tragedy. Especially if the blood of man had to be spilled. That would be simple deviance. Not that we haven't done it before." A glimmer seemed to flicker in his eyes as the hand not outstretched to recieve a weapon brushed back his cloak, strapped in the scabbard by his side there lay a long sword, its blade carved with runes and sigils, a rune of invocation gleaming upon the hilt. It was a Power Sword.

"I'm sure we can see reason without having to see who has the bigger weapon, eh?" He winked.

"Apologies," said Renton coldly, "but the law is the law. By extension of this being an Imperial ship, that means this is Imperial soil. Thus, Imperial law applies here.

"The command officer sanctum is a place of peace. Violence is not permitted within these walls. Why else do you think we had you leave your guards outside? A command officer usually has a less itchy trigger finger, usually."

He enters a few commands into his chair's console causing a roll of holo-duct tape to materialize on the table in front of him.

Looking a Eureka, he adds, "All you had to do was ask and you could have been able to use that," he gestures at the holo-tape, "would have been programmed to automattically put a new piece in place if he removed the previous bit of tape," he taps at the console again and the holo-tape vanishes.

"Now," he continued, "I'm sorry to have to do this, but it doesn't matter who is under whose protection, the law is the law and the proper punishment will be dealt. If you companion lives or dies, that will be used to judge the severity."

Eureka nodded " You're right no more blood needs to be spilled." She flipped the dagger over and handed it to the man. " The Imperial Guard will not be happy even if i escape blame they will kill many humans for his death. I too will face death if i return home the Crimson Corp will see to that."

OOC: I'll assume you mean my character and not Chrono's, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Hajiki accepts the blade and replies, "Like the Captain said, you committed the act on our soil, thus in the jurisdiction of our laws," he placed the dagger on the table, "of course, after the punishment is dealt, which the Captain will decide based mostly on if your companion survives or not, but," a look of sorrow passes through his eyes for a brief moment before vanishing beneath a cold, hard look, "breaking the law on U.E.P. soil still means, miminum, time in the Brig."

Meanwhile - Sick Bay

"Throat was slashed."

"Jugular has been severed."

"Still registering neural activity in the brain."

"Backbone and spinal cord are still intact."

"We can still salvage the mind, but the body is to damaged to repair in time to prevent brain death."

"Bring out one of the Blanks. We'll put his brain into it"

"Aye."

"Be sure to get a genetic sample of the original. We'll want it to look as much like it as we can."

"Aye."

The medical staff continued to scurry about carrying out the complicated and delicate procedure of transferring as much of Kira's nervous system as was needed into the blank clone body, namely his brain structure.

Eureka moved to the side of the Chronosians " Laws and rules are but guidlines. He is a Imperial Guard and out ranks me when he is not on my ship yes. However he was putting this first contact into danger. By the graces of High Command i had every right to kill him where he stood. Even tho the Imperial Guard wont care much for that. Also i would be careful if i were you about makeing threats apone me. You might be a super power in your own realm. But here your not as strong as you might wish to think. If i am under the protection of the Imperium i would not be so fast to challange that if i were you. Besides i could not allow anything to happen to me now. I fell i have a mission to learn about Chaos and spread it to all of humanity. To free Fayth and Human alike from the grasp of the demon scum.

Why dose this anger you so? Did he not make a threat to attack Terra? And and foolish as it sounded the Crimson Corp has been hard at work thinking of ways of destroying the Terra of this realm. From a Plague all the way to Temporal Warfare. I assure you the threat they pose is real and is growing everyday."

Eureka moved to the side of the Chronosians " Laws and rules are but guidlines. He is a Imperial Guard and out ranks me when he is not on my ship yes. However he was putting this first contact into danger. By the graces of High Command i had every right to kill him where he stood. Even tho the Imperial Guard wont care much for that. Also i would be careful if i were you about makeing threats apone me. You might be a super power in your own realm. But here your not as strong as you might wish to think. If i am under the protection of the Imperium i would not be so fast to challange that if i were you. Besides i could not allow anything to happen to me now. I fell i have a mission to learn about Chaos and spread it to all of humanity. To free Fayth and Human alike from the grasp of the demon scum.

Why dose this anger you so? Did he not make a threat to attack Terra? And and foolish as it sounded the Crimson Corp has been hard at work thinking of ways of destroying the Terra of this realm. From a Plague all the way to Temporal Warfare. I assure you the threat they pose is real and is growing everyday."

"He was but one man," replied Katana as he stepped silently out of nowhere, "what can one man do against the most heavily defended star system known to the Empire?

"Not even the Coruscant(sp?) of this reality I've heard about is as heavily. I would rank our Earth a one and this realities Corucant a two. Thus far, no incursion into the Sol system has been succesful. Not even when the Borg sent a group of ships instead of their usual one during the War, and they were considered one of the most powerful groups known, prior to the Empire whiping them out.

"Still, that doesn't deny the fact our law has been broken on our soil. If this was your ship or one of the others not belonging to the Empire, that would be a different story, but the Gecko is a ship of the U.E.P.," he moved his hand towards his sword at the waist but caught Renton shaking his head out of the corner of his eye and allowed his hand to continue moving to clasp with his other behind his back, "The law is what has allowed us to whipe out crime in our nation. People are to afraid of the punishment they will recieve to commit any.

"Now, will you let the legal system take its course or are you going to not accept punishment?

"As you and your companion were guests of the Empire, it will reflect badly on us if we allow you to just get away with it. You understand our dilemma here, correct?"

Renton discretly raised an eyebrow. Katana was actually showing some admirable restraint from his usual gunboat diplomacy. Renton had actually expected him to knock Eureka out cold, but was mildly surprised instead. The other Imperial officers were surprised at Katana's restraint as well, but some were more successful at hiding it than others.

" Your weapons and ships that protect terra are useless if the Crimson Corp masters Time Travel. They could easly destroy earth befor humans even master how to ride a horse.And i assure you there are a few places even more defended then Coruscant in this realm."

Eureka sighed " And what punishment do you am i faceing? I deserve to know that much befor i agree or disagree to anything."

OOC: Time Travel stuff is just a plot device that may or may not be used in a future sign up rp i have planned with the Crimson Corp or what will be left of them so dont worry i wont be useing that uber wank lol.

Ta'Orv continued following Katana waiting for him to do the introductions when they arrive.

" Your weapons and ships that protect terra are useless if the Crimson Corp masters Time Travel. They could easly destroy earth befor humans even master how to ride a horse.And i assure you there are a few places even more defended then Coruscant in this realm."

Eureka sighed " And what punishment do you am i faceing? I deserve to know that much befor i agree or disagree to anything."

OOC: Time Travel stuff is just a plot device that may or may not be used in a future sign up rp i have planned with the Crimson Corp or what will be left of them so dont worry i wont be useing that uber wank lol.

OOC: Meh, as long as it makes the story better, I could care less. Its not weather one wins or looses, but how he/she plays the game that counts.

IC: "Time travel is an out-dated concept. The Borg tried it during the war (OOC: Ie, the stuff in First Contact (movie, not TNG episode)), yet we were still able to defeat them, though it was a close call. As some say, the past is written in stone and can't be changed and that our ship's intervention by following the Borg through the conduit they had created and restoring the time-line was already a part of history and was inevitable that it would happen.

"While the Empire currently doesn't use any temporal tech of its own, we have had past experience with it a few times. Not many, but enough for us to have created an agency with the sole purpose of keeping track of all temporal matters and minimizing the impact on our present.

"And still, they would have to find ours. We'll have this Portal so heavily defended, it would be suicide if they tried running the gauntlet. Of course, we could also just close it while they are in mid-transit, which will either destroy them or spit them out in some random reality, its unknown.

"As for your possible punishment, depending on if the procedure is successful or not, it will either consitute time in the Agony Booth, if its not, or time in the less severe Neural Neutralizer, if it is. Both devices can kill if used too long or in a certain way, but I don't think it will come to that. In the meantime, its standard procedure to put any wrongdoer in the Brig to await their fate."

Meanwhile - Sick Bay

Removing Kira's brain from his old body was the easy part. The time consuming, difficult, and delicate part came when it was being put into the new body. Each neuron coming off the brain had to be minutely and carefully attached to the corasponding(sp?) neuron in the skull of the new body. It took a surgeon with extrodinary abilities to perform such a feat, and use of one of the devices nicknamed 'Great Teacher', a device designed to impart great knowledge temporarily into a person's mind, also helped speed things up a bit.

OOC: IP, if you're reading this, the temp stuff I've referred to are canon ST, but are just backstory concerning accidental events, so no need to worry. Jarvon will sign the TA prior to creating its own temp tech (speaking of which, anyone got the link? The thread also needed to be bumped, IIRC, as I don't want to be gravedigging).
@NZ: Most likely, it'll be the Neural Neutralizer. If you don't remember what it was like in canon, I can send you a link to some canon info on it via TG if you want.

OOC: Yeah send the info i cant recall what it is at all.

IC: "I will not be dishonored by being put in the brig. I am disarmed and your shields can pervents me from returning to my ship which is well informed of current events. There will be no need to put me in a cell. Also remember the Crimson Corp if they feel your to much of a threat will just blockade you in this system untell they gather a invasion force and attack. Then they would either mine the portal exit to this side or close it from this side. And they would be rather dipolmatic about it. They wouldnt state their real reasions they would claim they are attempting to perserve the border between realitys and a good few would support them in that quest. As for your punishment i am still not sure if i will except or not.I am a captian in the Neo Zetan space forces and since i killed a member of my crew and not yours High Command will understand me turning down your punishment and would take action if you did so agianst my will." Eureka sighed agian "This could get messy depending on my choice."

"You have no right to punish a foreign delegate for actions against one of their own. Surely some degree of diplomatic immunity would apply, and if not, then as I have said, she is under my protection, and thereby the protection of the Imperium. I have given her my word, and by the Gods I shall not break that oath. Besides...We'll be needing her."

"As for your gauntlet, I think you underestimate the might of the Zetans. We used them as marvellous puppets to dance to our tune because of their raw strength, their ruthless determination. If they want to break your blockade, then they can, and they will. I honestly wouldn't advise risking the ire of so many other factions in this dire and unpredictable universe. It really won't do much for your chances of survival."

OOC: Yeah send the info i cant recall what it is at all.

IC: "I will not be dishonored by being put in the brig. I am disarmed and your shields can pervents me from returning to my ship which is well informed of current events. There will be no need to put me in a cell. Also remember the Crimson Corp if they feel your to much of a threat will just blockade you in this system untell they gather a invasion force and attack. Then they would either mine the portal exit to this side or close it from this side. And they would be rather dipolmatic about it. They wouldnt state their real reasions they would claim they are attempting to perserve the border between realitys and a good few would support them in that quest. As for your punishment i am still not sure if i will except or not.I am a captian in the Neo Zetan space forces and since i killed a member of my crew and not yours High Command will understand me turning down your punishment and would take action if you did so agianst my will." Eureka sighed agian "This could get messy depending on my choice."

Katana shrugged and replied, "If the Captain agrees, we could always confine you in one of the guest quarters for the time being.

He looks over at Renton who nods.

He adds, "As for this Crimson Corp you speak of, I can assure you they will find us formidable opponents if it comes down to it.

"As for the matter of your actions," he continues, "they were commited aboard one of the Empire's ships and not one of yours. Its a matter of jurisdiction. Of course," Katana glances around to see where the Balroggan visitor had wound up, "if need be, we can have a neutral third party sit in on the proceedings."

"You have no right to punish a foreign delegate for actions against one of their own. Surely some degree of diplomatic immunity would apply, and if not, then as I have said, she is under my protection, and thereby the protection of the Imperium. I have given her my word, and by the Gods I shall not break that oath. Besides...We'll be needing her."

"As for your gauntlet, I think you underestimate the might of the Zetans. We used them as marvellous puppets to dance to our tune because of their raw strength, their ruthless determination. If they want to break your blockade, then they can, and they will. I honestly wouldn't advise risking the ire of so many other factions in this dire and unpredictable universe. It really won't do much for your chances of survival."

Renton sighed, "They were guests of the United Empire Of Planets and the incident occured one of our ships in a section. Thus, we will have to do something about it if we don't want to look like pansies. Its a matter of principle and honor.

"As the possibility of underestimating the enemy, that's not very likely. Underestimating a possible opponent can be quite dangerous and has been documented several times in human history. I would much prefer to overestimate an opponent.

"Of course, you've not seen the defenses of the Terra in our home reality, so you are unable to gaudge how we would fare. So, I would appreciate if you did not understimate us yourself."

OOC: @NZ: I sent you the TG with the link.

“Well, let’s explore the situation a bit. There might be some similarities that can be used to dictate the proper response. I am removing all specifics like names from the synapse to make it relivent seeing as I don't know them all myself.”

“They are guests here, not really belonging but still here under the tolerance of the hosts. They commit an act that enrages the host. The host wants to take the matter of correcting the situation using their own methods. The guest doesn't feel they are obliged to follow the rules of the host.”

Ta’Orv looked over at the warrior from Chronosia.

“Is this situation correctly surmised?”

Actaeon let a smirk cross his face, his lips wrinkling into a smile. "That would be quite correct; yes. I'll estimate you in whatever way I see fit." A momentary flash of anger seems to cross his eyes "I come with the vested authority of the Emperor himself, I am not one to be trifled with. You will not take her in a matter regarding her own internal politics, no more than I would take any of your crew prisoner if they slit your bastard throat in front of me.

I'd probably congratulate them. We don't need to know anything about your reality; we'd simply force you out of this reality, and keep you there, kenneled like the presumptuous mongrels you are. Claiming territory in an existence that isn't even your own; you ought to be ashamed. Tzeentch has put you in our path, it would seem, simply to feed the urges of Khorne or the lusts of Slaanesh. And Nurgle shall rain down decay and despair upon all your works should you continue along this foolish train of thought.

No harm will come to her while I still draw breath..." He paused, as though amused.

"By the authority of the Emperor, held by his most favored servants within the Inquisition. Inquisitor Actaeon Admetus. Ordo Hereticus Chronosia. Did you honestly think we'd send a mere bureacrat to deal with a potentially Xeno threat from beyond the walls of our reality? Or a heretical branch of humanity; unenlightened before the Gods?" Laughter now, mocking laughter. "Oh how you underestimate our power. Worlds have died by my command, entire species wiped clean from this universe because I have demanded it, and all to ensure the continued glory and purity of most hallowed humanity, in sole devotion to the Ruinous Powers."

Ta'Orv looked from one to another.

"What did I just walk into?"

Eureka looked at Actaeon giveing a thankful nod " Once this is settled we have much to talk about. I feel it might be time with your aid to free humans in Neo Zeta from the grasp of the demons and return them to their rightful place."

"It truly is; and through faith, devotion and service, your people shall be freed. You shall become part of our glorious Imperium; a vision of Mankind Ascendant; Lords of the Stars. Masters of the Universe. We shall teach you much, bring you far. In time you may even command such powers as the Astartes.

You shall be forged in the fires of war and thus remade. By Chaos, you shall become raw instruments of savage will; glorious and proud, humanity unchained, untamed. Unstoppable."

Renton looked at the Chronisan through slitted eyes and said, "So, you would have us believe that if a vistor broke one of your laws aboard one of your ships that you would do nothing about it and let them get off scot free? I highly doubt that judging from what I have heard about the Chronosians."

"Then you obviously know nothing of our laws, or of our culture. Did you even see what happened? The Fayth slew the Demon by our insistance, by the extension of our will. If any true crime happened aboard a Chronosian vessel, it would be punished. What occured here was entirely our doing, and it served as little more than an amusement. You proclaim yourself as pure humanity and yet you would shrink from moral quandries; you would persecute a Human for the death, the Deserved Death, of an inferior being, a subhuman speciman. You should be giving her medals.

Had that being its way, you and your entire civilisation would be bent over and being systematically taken advantage of." He let a raw cackle slip from his lips. "I'd invite you to come onboard a Chronosian vessel and start executing your subordinates, I'd imagine it would earn you alot more respect that your pussy-footing around here. I'd also advise you to watch your tone with me. My patience is limited, the power granted by my position is not. That and doubtless the Emperor shall not take kindly to one of his chosen being brutalised threatened or otherwise put in harm.

My package should be arriving soon...Hm, I wonder how that will go."

"What happened here," retorted Renton, "was what is known as attempted murder in a place were violence is strictly forbidden. Once all of you stepped aboard our ship, your lives were placed under our protection. If we allow such a crime to go unpunished, it will not only strike a blow to international relations, but we will be viewed as weak pansies. That is not something I will allow. The humans of the Empire will not be viewed as weak at anything!

"And it doesn't matter who or what the victim and the commitor of the crime are. A life is a life, and every life has a potential impact on the future. Our actions thus far in our history have been optimized to produce a preferred future for our Empire. I will not allow you to jepordize what we've been working towards ever since humanity evolved.

"You claim to be working towards humanity's perfection. Would you deny us our right to do the same?

"Still, if you claim to not back one of humanity's oldest laws simply because the victim wasn't human, that can be fixed as it is being done currently."

OOC:

I don't think he would know what is going on in medlab at this moment. You posted the surgeons being in a hurry to do the transplant so I don't think they had time to make a report and your officers have been too busy debating to call down and ask. You also never reported the info getting to him in any way. This point could be moot because he is guessing but the way you have been playing him seems he would not use a guess in an arguement like this. He would stick to known facts.


IC:

Ta'Orv politely interupted the debate with a quiet question. The very nature of the way he asked made the two notice him speaking.

"So, what you are saying is the Host has the ultimate authority over their Guests. If they do anything the Host considers wrong, the Host has the authority to enact whatever means are required to correct the situation?"

Ta'Orv waited for his answer.

OOC: No problem with the delay; none of us are on 24/7

IC:
On the Gecko
"Elaine Valentine" she said with a nod pushing a stray strand of teal hair behind her ear watching the situation start to get heated. "Ladies and gentleman, perhaps there is a compromise, which allows the delegates to save face and the hosts laws to be satisfied" she interjected with a warm smile.

"After all the person harmed was there own crew member not one of your own and while they did break your laws perhaps they could offer something in return for this event 'disappearing' shall we say?" Elaine spoke calmly.

On the Alexia
"Ma'am its fantastic" Romanova said thunderstruck by the data.

Over the three display screens data was being processed and scrolling readings and information; with the help of the ships AI it was broken down into chunks a human mind could comprehend. "According to the readings whatever technology there using was able to break down the wall between reality and stabilise a passageway"

"Kind of like firing a cannon ball through the fabric of reality to create a hole to where you want to go" she added. "Ok, theory says that each choice every being in existence makes creates a new reality where the other choice is played out; if you imagine reality as a hyper-cube literally quadrillions of possibilities. But the space between realities is void; completely blank; no up no down, no gravity; nothing just empty of everything; now what they've done is find a way to tunnel into that void and through the other side with a combination of what in theory look like teseracts" Romanova explained.

"Everything around the tunnel and its event horizon is a void zone; nothing exists; the laws of physics don't apply and break down. Its amazing technology with the proper adaptation of our jump engines and their teseract technology we could probably build a drive system they could use to 'jump' realities without using the gate; like we jump into Hyperspace" Romanova explained.

"Interesting", Anaria spoke.

"Don't speak to me of laws and morality; little man. I care little for the constricting chains of order under most circumstances, I will not be forced to listen to your sentimental prattle. " He paused, regarding the Balroggan question with a bemused smirk. "The same could honestly be applied to these interlopers. Ship be damned, you are little more than guests in our reality. It would do you well to be polite, be courteous, and not attempt to imprison those who have more right to this mortal coil than you yourself.

You won't allow me to jeopardise your abhorrent understanding of human superiority? Like I care. You are detracters from the true path, espousing heretical views and trying to be hard men with no will behind the action. I believe I have ever right to denounce you as weak, wretched, fawning simpleton cousins of Chronosian Humanity. You think the abomination will embrace its new form? we won't have to slit its throat again; it'll do it himself. Probably after taking a good number of your kind with it.

Should that occur, my associates shall take adequate measures"

OOC:

I don't think he would know what is going on in medlab at this moment. You posted the surgeons being in a hurry to do the transplant so I don't think they had time to make a report and your officers have been too busy debating to call down and ask. You also never reported the info getting to him in any way. This point could be moot because he is guessing but the way you have been playing him seems he would not use a guess in an arguement like this. He would stick to known facts.


IC:

Ta'Orv politely interupted the debate with a quiet question. The very nature of the way he asked made the two notice him speaking.

"So, what you are saying is the Host has the ultimate authority over their Guests. If they do anything the Host considers wrong, the Host has the authority to enact whatever means are required to correct the situation?"

Ta'Orv waited for his answer.

"Actually," said Anemone who had silently moved to behind the Balroggan, "its a matter of face. This ship, by its status as part of the U.E.P. navy is considered official U.E.P. soil. Thus, as the Neo Zetans, Animarnians, Chronosians, and yourself were invited aboard the Gecko, that makes you our guests and puts your health and well-being in our care.

"Would you not take action if a guest aboard one of your ships, or somewhere else you consider your soil, was attacked by another? While I don't know how it would affect how other nations view you, but, like the Captain, I also don't approve of a course of action that makes the Empire look like pansies without the resolve to take care of matters."

OOC: Bal, just because the medical stuff are busy, that doesn't mean someone from say security couldn't have logged what they were doing (and yes, there are guards in case Kira wakes up in a bad mood). That, and its not that an uncommon procedure. The characters I've got in the room aren't all original and those that aren't have lifetimes of experience built up (in a non-Trill way).

OOC: No problem with the delay; none of us are on 24/7

IC:
On the Gecko
"Elaine Valentine" she said with a nod pushing a stray strand of teal hair behind her ear watching the situation start to get heated. "Ladies and gentleman, perhaps there is a compromise, which allows the delegates to save face and the hosts laws to be satisfied" she interjected with a warm smile.

"After all the person harmed was there own crew member not one of your own and while they did break your laws perhaps they could offer something in return for this event 'disappearing' shall we say?" Elaine spoke calmly.

On the Alexia
"Ma'am its fantastic" Romanova said thunderstruck by the data.

Over the three display screens data was being processed and scrolling readings and information; with the help of the ships AI it was broken down into chunks a human mind could comprehend. "According to the readings whatever technology there using was able to break down the wall between reality and stabilise a passageway"

"Kind of like firing a cannon ball through the fabric of reality to create a hole to where you want to go" she added. "Ok, theory says that each choice every being in existence makes creates a new reality where the other choice is played out; if you imagine reality as a hyper-cube literally quadrillions of possibilities. But the space between realities is void; completely blank; no up no down, no gravity; nothing just empty of everything; now what they've done is find a way to tunnel into that void and through the other side with a combination of what in theory look like teseracts" Romanova explained.

"Everything around the tunnel and its event horizon is a void zone; nothing exists; the laws of physics don't apply and break down. Its amazing technology with the proper adaptation of our jump engines and their teseract technology we could probably build a drive system they could use to 'jump' realities without using the gate; like we jump into Hyperspace" Romanova explained.

"Interesting", Anaria spoke.

OOC: Meh, for me, it was longer than usual due to a cold that I'm still feeling the last traces of.

And that Reality Jump Drive you mentioned sounds like a possible idea for a future joint-project if we play our cards right IC'ly.

IC: "Sounds to me like you are proposing a bribe," said Hiroto, "Unlike the corrupt officials that run the Alliance, you won't find many, and those from the ranks of the civilians mostly, willing to take a bribe in the Empire.

"An international incident such as this can't just be made to disapear. Everything here was being recorded for the archive planet and has already been transmitted through the Portal in real-time. Thus, its not only our necks on the line with the international community, but also from our own higher ups. If this situation can be resolved in a manner all parties agree to, it will probably decrease what will happen to us for allowing it to happen in the first place."

"Don't speak to me of laws and morality; little man. I care little for the constricting chains of order under most circumstances, I will not be forced to listen to your sentimental prattle. " He paused, regarding the Balroggan question with a bemused smirk. "The same could honestly be applied to these interlopers. Ship be damned, you are little more than guests in our reality. It would do you well to be polite, be courteous, and not attempt to imprison those who have more right to this mortal coil than you yourself.

You won't allow me to jeopardise your abhorrent understanding of human superiority? Like I care. You are detracters from the true path, espousing heretical views and trying to be hard men with no will behind the action. I believe I have ever right to denounce you as weak, wretched, fawning simpleton cousins of Chronosian Humanity. You think the abomination will embrace its new form? we won't have to slit its throat again; it'll do it himself. Probably after taking a good number of your kind with it.

Should that occur, my associates shall take adequate measures"

"Paths branch many a time," replied Renton, "thus what form the alternate realities. For all you know, our two nations could be alternate forms of each other resulting from differing choices by an individual in prehistoric times on Earth.

"We humans of the United Empire Of Planets may be ruthless, cold, merciless, deadly, and many other things, but we are most certainly not heartless.

"As for perfecting humanity, we will continue our controlled evolution to the point where we'll no longer even need ships, nor even the Portals, to travel from point to point in time, space, and reality. Humanity will become the gods we were meant to be!

"And you still underestimate us. The new body will of course have been altered and customized. This isn't the first time we've made a non-Terran into a Terran. The procedure has been performed countless times over the past couple centuries and its only a matter of time depending on the skill of the medical staff in question. Still, standard procedure requires the installation of an Agonizer, a loyalty chip, and other control and security measures.

"Now, if you can stop being so condenscending(sp?) for a moment, we can return to compromising, or at least some basterdized form of it, on what the solution for this matter should be."

Renton's voice hadn't gotten louder or changed much in tone, but those who knew him could tell from his eyes that he was simmering just underneath his calm, collected, and controled 'surface'.

"I'll do as I please, and you shall address me as befits my rank. The Imperium could never be a mere alternate form of your wretched little display. You still embrace moralities that make you weak; you boast of your ruthlessness. But there is none of it here; you are gutless worms, in a universe that is not your own, vomitting forth diatrabes about Order where there is none.

The beast deserved to die, and by my will it shall die again should it move against my new little friend. This time I won't even leave enough for you to salvage or even agonise. You think I underestimate you, but I think you let down even my underestimations. You continually embaress yourselves and score another mark down on our appreciation of you. This senseless little debacle is just the culmination of your arrogance, your stupidity, and above all your impotence in the face of forces you cannot comprehend.

I doubt the Gods would favor ones so fawning, weak, and pitiful."

Renton was obviously supressing the desire to snear at this point, but still, his annoyance and anger were beginning to break through from time to time.

"You proclaim not underestimating an opponent," he said with a slight touch of a growl, "yet you constantly underestimate us. You have yet to see us in full-out battle, yet to see how we handle crime, yet to see anything other than what we have let you see.

"As for your request of addressing you with your title, that will come when you return the favor, for that is what you are requesting, a favor. As command officers, we are all equals in here, titles and ranks mean nothing with-in these walls, Actaeon (OOC: His name, IIRC, but correct me if I'm wrong and I'll edit it)."

"Bribe is a strong word; more an incentive; I'm sure you'd all agree that this incident shouldn't turn into a shooting war", Elaine said; "we all have heavily armed; warships in the area, a shooting conflict would cost many lives on all sides" Elaine said.

"If what the representative of Chronosia says is true and I have no reason to doubt it; then the action taken were preventive and saved more lives than it took. The ends justify the means so to speak, would you not remove a cancer before it caused a problem given the option rather than wait for it to kill you first" Elaine asked. "Still we can always have one of our telepaths scan the victims mind and with the consent of the assailant her mind also to derive the true intentions?" Elaine proposed.

"If it turns out that the action was preventive as claimed; and in fact saved your lives would that satisfy your superiors at home?" Elaine spoke calmly.

Daughter of an Admiral and a General; she was reminded of an old Animarnia saying - 'soldiers make poor diplomats'

"I was actually making a demand, but lets not split hairs over semantics and idiot interpretations. The measure was preventative; had it lived, its squabbles would have inevitably have brought about both your doom, and the doom of all humanity. A situation that shall be rectified in the times to come, I can assure you of that.

There is much we have to learn of you, true enough. But we are the Imperium, and our first impressions speak volumes. You know nothing of what we could inflict upon you as an enemy; of what I have seen and what I have done in the name of the Throne. You would be wise, not to underestimate our colossal might, and perhaps I will return that favor; for that is what you ask of us, a favor."

Ta'Orv smiled.

"Then I shall accept the burdon your Laws and Customs place upon me. As a member of the Host reality I have to view you as a Guest, thus on this side of the gate I have more authority than your goverment or even leader, by your own admission. Your own laws place the power upon my metaphysical shoulders."

"When you entered this Reality, you committed an act of invasion. What punishment is customary among your laws that is set aside for those that invade? You also stated you are claiming this system and indicated there might be other areas you have done this. To invade a Host and then take their possessions is theft upon a scale so grand that it should deserve the highest punishment upon your books for the said crime."

"As Host, I hold every crewman that came through that portal equally responsible, as well as your leaders back home. They all should have the same punishment, again the highest fir grand theft and invasion."

Ta'Orv gestured at the Chronosian and the Neo Zetian before continuing.

"You as Guests have been very rude to your Hosts. You will apologize to both of them. If you don't I will also take this as an afont against us and insist upon additional punishments be included to the already assumed lethal level that has acumulated from your other crimes. Again I will take your entire race as being responsible for your poor etiquette. You are responsible as a whole for your actions."

"One more thing, you will have to fix the damage you made to this Host Reality with your Temporal Rift. If you donlt we will not only hold your nation responsible for damages but we will also take actions against you. As signatories of the Temporal Accord, we will argue that the existance of your timeline is a direct threat to the existance of the Primary. Soon after that a TIF might be dispatched to eliminate said threat. The ultimate action would be determined by them so don't quote me."

"What is your punishment for disobeying a direct command? No, don't tell me, just think about it while I give you one."

"Now, get the hell out of our Timeline and take your junk with you."

"Bribe is a strong word; more an incentive; I'm sure you'd all agree that this incident shouldn't turn into a shooting war", Elaine said; "we all have heavily armed; warships in the area, a shooting conflict would cost many lives on all sides" Elaine said.

"If what the representative of Chronosia says is true and I have no reason to doubt it; then the action taken were preventive and saved more lives than it took. The ends justify the means so to speak, would you not remove a cancer before it caused a problem given the option rather than wait for it to kill you first" Elaine asked. "Still we can always have one of our telepaths scan the victims mind and with the consent of the assailant her mind also to derive the true intentions?" Elaine proposed.

"If it turns out that the action was preventive as claimed; and in fact saved your lives would that satisfy your superiors at home?" Elaine spoke calmly.

Daughter of an Admiral and a General; she was reminded of an old Animarnia saying - 'soldiers make poor diplomats'

Hiroto responded, "Ma'am, call it what you want, but the principle is still the same thing. Paying off someone to look the other way. May I remind you that our superiors already know what's happening here in real time and that there will be fall out from above."

"I was actually making a demand, but lets not split hairs over semantics and idiot interpretations. The measure was preventative; had it lived, its squabbles would have inevitably have brought about both your doom, and the doom of all humanity. A situation that shall be rectified in the times to come, I can assure you of that.

There is much we have to learn of you, true enough. But we are the Imperium, and our first impressions speak volumes. You know nothing of what we could inflict upon you as an enemy; of what I have seen and what I have done in the name of the Throne. You would be wise, not to underestimate our colossal might, and perhaps I will return that favor; for that is what you ask of us, a favor."

Renton smiled coldly and replied, "You make a valid point. Yet you still ignore the fact that it happened while you all were under our protection as our guests.

"As for your might, that would be easy to gadge. Your ship is larger than the three pirate ships that attacked us, thus, by simple scale comparison, she should have more weapon emplacemnts, larger bore weapons, and more mass.

"I won't go into power source size as larger isn't always better. We've found its more effective to have an effecient power source than a larger, ineffecient one.

"Thus, I would judge that while all the Imperial ships here would suffer great numbers of losses if it came to combat with your vessel, we would win by mere numbers in the end."

OOC: Say, around 350 of the remaining UEP ships (considering only a little over 500 are in system at the moment) would be lost. If need be, I can up the number destroyed.

Ta'Orv smiled.

"Then I shall accept the burdon your Laws and Customs place upon me. As a member of the Host reality I have to view you as a Guest, thus on this side of the gate I have more authority than your goverment or even leader, by your own admission. Your own laws place the power upon my metaphysical shoulders."

"When you entered this Reality, you committed an act of invasion. What punishment is customary among your laws that is set aside for those that invade? You also stated you are claiming this system and indicated there might be other areas you have done this. To invade a Host and then take their possessions is theft upon a scale so grand that it should deserve the highest punishment upon your books for the said crime."

"As Host, I hold every crewman that came through that portal equally responsible, as well as your leaders back home. They all should have the same punishment, again the highest fir grand theft and invasion."

Ta'Orv gestured at the Chronosian and the Neo Zetian before continuing.

"You as Guests have been very rude to your Hosts. You will apologize to both of them. If you don't I will also take this as an afont against us and insist upon additional punishments be included to the already assumed lethal level that has acumulated from your other crimes. Again I will take your entire race as being responsible for your poor etiquette. You are responsible as a whole for your actions."

"One more thing, you will have to fix the damage you made to this Host Reality with your Temporal Rift. If you donlt we will not only hold your nation responsible for damages but we will also take actions against you. As signatories of the Temporal Accord, we will argue that the existance of your timeline is a direct threat to the existance of the Primary. Soon after that a TIF might be dispatched to eliminate said threat. The ultimate action would be determined by them so don't quote me."

"What is your punishment for disobeying a direct command? No, don't tell me, just think about it while I give you one."

"Now, get the hell out of our Timeline and take your junk with you."

Anemone blinked and said in retort, "Even if we wanted to, the only way to close the Portal is to wait the required time for the Gate for both sides is built.

"As for this temporal nonsense, incorrect. We've checked. There is no temporal variance in the quantum flux on either side.

"We came through the barrier using an older method and learned what we could. According to the info we gathered, there was no prior claim on this star system, at least not according to one of the nations we encountered who lives only one star system away."

She pasued for breath before continuing, "Thus, we haven't invaded anyone nor stolen anything from anywhere.

"Now, unless you can support some prior claim to this out-of-the-way, back-water star system by an outside party, then your accusations are rendered null and void.

"Its obvious you aren't understanding the terms 'host' and 'guest' as they are being used here. You don't own this reality any more than I can own your ship. Thus, you aren't in any position to claim to be our host here.

"Besides, we've got more than just the ships currently in-system elsewhere. Most beyond communciations range on random courses exploring and other assignments. Now, unless you can know the location of everyone of those vessels, you'll never be rid of us."

Katana spoke up, "You wanted to ask the Captain questions. I suggest you ask them before you continue to pass judgement."

Katana sneered. With his enhanced olfactory sense, he could tell the Balroggan was not human and thus he didn't think about treating him like one. Thus, he was blunt, to the point, and not polite about it.

OOC: Okay, you changed tunes real fast, Bal. First you wanted to talk to the Commanding Officer of the Gecko and get some questions answered, now you don't ask the questions, insult your hosts, and pretty much tried to make it so I'll never be able to interact IC'ly with the greater portion of NS FTers out there without using my storyline.
@All: And why is it that I feel like some of us here are trying to further their own stories at the expense of my own?

OOC:

You are invading my timeline and you have provided me with an example of your commanding officer's grip on reality by his barely held contempt and attemps to dictate another's fate by claiming to be the "host" and having power ovet them because they are in your "territory" (the ship). now when Ta'Orv applied your own logic to the entire situation, you deny it.

Extrapulate the timeline representing your ship and your invasion of said timeline representing the actions of NZ. Basicly if you have juristiction over the NZ rep, then we have the same juristiction over you by using your own laws and custions against you.

The old "good for the goose" saying applies here.

It's taken me a couple days to lay the trap of logic. You had to basicly agree to the host-guest analogies I mentioned and you did. They gave me the ability to reason ICly that I could take control of the situation using the same logic you were using to claim power over NZ and Chron. Everything was done after you asked me my opinion and I gave it. I asked two questions and they were answered. After seeing your commanders attitude and hearing his opinions on the matter after the first question (which was innocently asked) he decided your commander is a power-mad bully (first impressions) because his seemingly refusal to see the logic presented to him.

After seeing the way you handled that diplomacy, Ta’Orv decided he didn’t like you and would rather get rid of you.



IC:

"I see you can easily disobey your orders and your laws and customs when you feel the need. I bet your commanding officers are wondering about you back home by now. I assumed the same authority you claimed to hold over your guests by simply extrapolating your situation to a much bigger frame, your presence in this timeline."

"If you dictate your laws and rules to hold power over your guests, then as guests to this timeline, you all our guests and by your own laws and reasoning, we are your hosts and have authority over you. To deny this is to admit you abused your power when you mistreated and insulted those two."

“Another thing, you claim there is no temporal difference but our sensors detect the quantum signatures of your ships are not the same as the space around the,. The values are off by a variance of .02351. That means you are not from the Primary Timeline and the other end of that rift is in an alternate, as I believe you have admitted or alluded to.”

“Now if you are from another reality as you claim to be, then you are invading this one. The logic simply cannot be argued against because if you belonged in this one, you would not have to tear a hole in the fabric of the timelines to get here. Did you ever think of the repercussions from your actions?”

“Now, get your filthy asses out of this timeline before I tell those on my ship to destroy you and then toss the wreckage of this ship through the Rift ourselves.”



Aboard The Ghosts of War, a message was being sent to Indra Prime…

Eureka smiled " Dont forget my ship is here aswell which would be leaning towrd aiding the Chronosian ship should a fire fight start. Not to mention a fleet is already on stand by to come here if need be as we were not sure of your intentions. It would not be........wise to upset three large powers in their native realm when you in truth are the outsiders here. I suggest maybe you let this thing go. You would not seem weak it's sign of strengh to know when one should let somthing pass dispite ones ego or what they feel is right or wrong for the good of their people and future relations with other empires. IF you attempt to go threw with this your empire will be seen as somthing that can not be reasioned with and therefor must be isolated or dealt with."

OOC:

You are invading my timeline and you have provided me with an example of your commanding officer's grip on reality by his barely held contempt and attemps to dictate another's fate by claiming to be the "host" and having power ovet them because they are in your "territory" (the ship). now when Ta'Orv applied your own logic to the entire situation, you deny it.

Extrapulate the timeline representing your ship and your invasion of said timeline representing the actions of NZ. Basicly if you have juristiction over the NZ rep, then we have the same juristiction over you by using your own laws and custions against you.

The old "good for the goose" saying applies here.

It's taken me a couple days to lay the trap of logic. You had to basicly agree to the host-guest analogies I mentioned and you did. They gave me the ability to reason ICly that I could take control of the situation using the same logic you were using to claim power over NZ and Chron. Everything was done after you asked me my opinion and I gave it. I asked two questions and they were answered. After seeing your commanders attitude and hearing his opinions on the matter after the first question (which was innocently asked) he decided your commander is a power-mad bully (first impressions) because his seemingly refusal to see the logic presented to him.

After seeing the way you handled that diplomacy, Ta’Orv decided he didn’t like you and would rather get rid of you.



IC:

"I see you can easily disobey your orders and your laws and customs when you feel the need. I bet your commanding officers are wondering about you back home by now. I assumed the same authority you claimed to hold over your guests by simply extrapolating your situation to a much bigger frame, your presence in this timeline."

"If you dictate your laws and rules to hold power over your guests, then as guests to this timeline, you all our guests and by your own laws and reasoning, we are your hosts and have authority over you. To deny this is to admit you abused your power when you mistreated and insulted those two."

“Another thing, you claim there is no temporal difference but our sensors detect the quantum signatures of your ships are not the same as the space around the,. The values are off by a variance of .02351. That means you are not from the Primary Timeline and the other end of that rift is in an alternate, as I believe you have admitted or alluded to.”

“Now if you are from another reality as you claim to be, then you are invading this one. The logic simply cannot be argued against because if you belonged in this one, you would not have to tear a hole in the fabric of the timelines to get here. Did you ever think of the repercussions from your actions?”

“Now, get your filthy asses out of this timeline before I tell those on my ship to destroy you and then toss the wreckage of this ship through the Rift ourselves.”



Aboard The Ghosts of War, a message was being sent to Indra Prime…

OOC: Renton's anger resulted from the Chronosian representative's thinly vieled insults (and I did catch a few).

Oh, and you do know you're leaving me without an out here. Continue down this path and I'll neither be able us to my original planned story line or the contingency plan I developed in case the Portal got sealed trapping 1+ billion of my population with about 1,000 ships (mostly non-combat ships) trapped.

Now, I'll put down some more info, but in IC mode.

IC: Renton remained silent as he worked at calming down, or at least getting his anger under better control. However, the insults from the Balroggan about the Imperial forces weren't helping.

In the meantime, Anemone replied, "What you still aren't getting is that by being invited guests aboard the Gecko that put their safety in the hands of the crew. This isn't a matter of morals, ego, pride, honor, or anything like that. This is a matter of the mere fact that we were in charge of security during the incident and that this is still a ship of the U.E.P.. As such, we continue to provide security for our guests aboard. That means Eureka's companion was under our protection. Thus, even though it wasn't an outside force that caused the incident, we still have to handle this as, technically, the incident isn't fully resolved at this point in time.

"And actually, for your tactic to have worked, it would have to require that this was taking place in Balroggan space. Last I checked, we weren't anywhere near it.

"And will you get that B.S. out of your head about the Portal having anything to do with temporal technology. Go through and you'll be at the same when as you should be. No temporal incursion has occured so just stop it with that crap.

"Besides, what kind of egotistical, meglomaniac do you have to be to consider your reality the primary one. Its your original one, true, but not some sort of end-all original for everyone in every reality. The very first choice that caused the first branches to split off from seperate realities pretty much destroyed the original. Basic M Theory.

"If you are going to continue on this rant's path, then consider this, would you or would you not be considered culpable if our places were reveresed and the incident had occured on your ship while everyone was your guests? Or would you just let them kill each other off without doing diddly-squat about it?"

Eureka smiled " Dont forget my ship is here aswell which would be leaning towrd aiding the Chronosian ship should a fire fight start. Not to mention a fleet is already on stand by to come here if need be as we were not sure of your intentions. It would not be........wise to upset three large powers in their native realm when you in truth are the outsiders here. I suggest maybe you let this thing go. You would not seem weak it's sign of strengh to know when one should let somthing pass dispite ones ego or what they feel is right or wrong for the good of their people and future relations with other empires. IF you attempt to go threw with this your empire will be seen as somthing that can not be reasioned with and therefor must be isolated or dealt with."

Katana smoothly inserted a response, "Then you'll have to explain to your crew, whom I am assuming are not all of one species, who slit your companion's throat. Now, from what I heard from the Chronosian's speeches, they have used the Zetans in the past. Combined with that part of your crew would most likely want revenge on behalf of your companion and that you're allowing the Chronosians to influence and use you again, you can see why I doubt your ship would be much of a threat as you'll most likely be dealing with on-board matters such as a mutiny and threats on your life."

OOC: Javon - you didn't reply to the telepathy idea

IC
'I am going to beat the living crap out of that guy' she muttered to herself inwardly about the Balrogga representative; 'I'm trying to calm things down he looks to be deliberately trying to START a conflict' she continued her internal monologue

"IF you fired on this ship; with me on it; then my ship would have no choice but to defend it and me from the attack. As I said we all command powerful and heavily armed warships turning this into a shooting conflict would have many casualties on all sides" Elaine said firmly; "I think we all want to avoid that"

"And As stated a telepathic scan would reveal if the actions taken were indeed preventive conclusively and without bias or conjecture my people have no vested interest here other than to avoid a conflict on all sides" her voice was calm and level.

"All three of you agreed to abide by his laws when you agreed to visit his ship; like an embassy is foreign soil and foreign laws are applicable. You have no more right to presume your own laws over his any more than he would have enforcing his laws on one of your ships or planets" Elaine spoke. "I find it ironic that Chronosia supported the Solari when a foreign dignitary tried to evade Solari law on their planet and yet try to skirt around these laws committing the same mistake as that foreign representative" Elaine said drawing on her only previous encounter with the Chronosians

"I have no reason to doubt the Chronosians; they are known as a proud and fierce warrior people; but also brutally honest and blunt so they believe what they say to be the truth. But a telepathic scan of the victim in this case would conclusively prove them correct or incorrect" she said.

She turned to the Balrogga Representative; "and you presume to be arrogant enough to assume we are the primary time line? And what if WE are the alternate and theirs is the primary, or neither of us is the primary time line; I find it quite arrogant to assume we are the primary time line"

OOC: Javon - you didn't reply to the telepathy idea

IC
'I am going to beat the living crap out of that guy' she muttered to herself inwardly about the Balrogga representative; 'I'm trying to calm things down he looks to be deliberately trying to START a conflict' she continued her internal monologue

"IF you fired on this ship; with me on it; then my ship would have no choice but to defend it and me from the attack. As I said we all command powerful and heavily armed warships turning this into a shooting conflict would have many casualties on all sides" Elaine said firmly; "I think we all want to avoid that"

"And As stated a telepathic scan would reveal if the actions taken were indeed preventive conclusively and without bias or conjecture my people have no vested interest here other than to avoid a conflict on all sides" her voice was calm and level.

"All three of you agreed to abide by his laws when you agreed to visit his ship; like an embassy is foreign soil and foreign laws are applicable. You have no more right to presume your own laws over his any more than he would have enforcing his laws on one of your ships or planets" Elaine spoke. "I find it ironic that Chronosia supported the Solari when a foreign dignitary tried to evade Solari law on their planet and yet try to skirt around these laws committing the same mistake as that foreign representative" Elaine said drawing on her only previous encounter with the Chronosians

"I have no reason to doubt the Chronosians; they are known as a proud and fierce warrior people; but also brutally honest and blunt so they believe what they say to be the truth. But a telepathic scan of the victim in this case would conclusively prove them correct or incorrect" she said.

She turned to the Balrogga Representative; "and you presume to be arrogant enough to assume we are the primary time line? And what if WE are the alternate and theirs is the primary, or neither of us is the primary time line; I find it quite arrogant to assume we are the primary time line"

OOC: Sorry, forgot about it in this mess with Bal.

Oh, and someone gets what I was saying this whole time. Nice.

IC: Hiroto shrugged, "As we aren't the primary actors on the stage for this incident, neither I nor any of us here other than the two directly involved could say yes or no for them on the telepathic scan matter.

"And, as for this whole timeline stuff, I'm not a scientist or an engineer, but I remember enough about the briefing we all got prior to departure that clearly explained time travel had nothing to do with it and that, according to M Theory, the original reality, the 'primary timeline' that he," he indicates the Balroggan, "seems adamant about protecting was overwritten when it split into new ones at the first choice. Everything branched out from there."

"Indeed" she nodded; "However as your guests we would require your consent for this; telepathic abilities are regulated quite highly by my people and its applications are still in its infancy. The telepathic gene was recently awoken only 5 years ago from a dormant state due to radiation from a jump gate explosion when Mationbud forces attacked us and bombarded the Tellus Colony; all survivors of Tellus and there children will be telepaths" she explained.

"So if they consent to a telepathic scan and it reveals the motives to be protective of you and this ship would that satisfy you and your superiors enough to let the incident drop?" Elaine said.

"Indeed" she nodded; "However as your guests we would require your consent for this; telepathic abilities are regulated quite highly by my people and its applications are still in its infancy. The telepathic gene was recently awoken only 5 years ago from a dormant state due to radiation from a jump gate explosion when Mationbud forces attacked us and bombarded the Tellus Colony; all survivors of Tellus and there children will be telepaths" she explained.

"So if they consent to a telepathic scan and it reveals the motives to be protective of you and this ship would that satisfy you and your superiors enough to let the incident drop?" Elaine said.

Hiroto blinked in surprise.

"We've known of telepaths for several centuries now," he said, "its mostly a species trait common throughout some of the races we've encountered over the years, but its also one of the abilities being awoken in Humans with the serum. Thus, in the Empire, a telepath really needs the subject's consent due to privacy laws. So, if both subjects agree, then we can't stop it.

"As for our superiors," an honest shudder, "you'll have to take that up with them. We can send for Fleet Admiral Picard, one of the highest ranking officers on this side of the Portal, but I don't know how he'll take being disturbed."

"The Solari incident differed from this in that it was one set of delegates threatening another set upon Solari soil. In this case, the Zetans settled a dispute of internal politics through violence. True it was upon this vessel, probably in violation of nothing more than Terran Pride, with their peaceful little sanctum being bloodied a little.

That 'thing' which was slain was an abhorrence to any notion to human decency. It threatened humanity, it threatened Terra itself. If you care nothing for your homeland, and blunt threats with boastful, impotent pride, then you deserve nothing, save a quick shattering of your illusions.

I guarantee you, murdering the subhuman beast was a preventative step to further atrocity, and should you bring it into my presence again, I shall finish the job Eureka started; with my bolt pistol, to its brain."

"The Solari incident differed from this in that it was one set of delegates threatening another set upon Solari soil. In this case, the Zetans settled a dispute of internal politics through violence. True it was upon this vessel, probably in violation of nothing more than Terran Pride, with their peaceful little sanctum being bloodied a little.

That 'thing' which was slain was an abhorrence to any notion to human decency. It threatened humanity, it threatened Terra itself. If you care nothing for your homeland, and blunt threats with boastful, impotent pride, then you deserve nothing, save a quick shattering of your illusions.

I guarantee you, murdering the subhuman beast was a preventative step to further atrocity, and should you bring it into my presence again, I shall finish the job Eureka started; with my bolt pistol, to its brain."

Katana said, "Then you should be aware that a weapons dampning field encompasses these chambers. Thus, only a bladed weapon will work. As you can see, every Imperial soldier in here carries a blade of one type or another for various reasons. That, and we would appreciate you not putting any holes in the walls while you are here."

"And I'm to believe your wretched little field will stop me using a ballistic weapon? Perhaps you've forgotten the efficiency of such a glorious weapon; or perhaps you've grown soft, down to petty weapons that inflict agonies. The mere playthings of Slaanesh. I'm quite the swordsman, you've already seen the weapon I wield, and believe me, it packs quite a punch once I turn it on.

If I have to cut the bastards head off, I will. You're limiting my options, but don't think you'll save the filthy xeno from me. Matter of fact, his entire race will be forfeit once the Emperor hears of this.

Humanity shall reign again in Neo Zeta; as a protectorate and member state of the Imperium takes hold, and the Demons are beaten back, destroyed, given the scraps they deserve, if they remain at all."

"We believe you; though conclusive proof is an added bonus is it not" Elaine said

"Our Telepath would happily go to where the…" she paused for a moment finding a word; "Creature, is located we can begin the scan. Line of sight is appreciated but a screen image would suffice; Chloe is rated at P10 and could find its mind from an image as long as it's within 500 meters"

"It would conclusively prove your case without doubt"; she added; "and we too favour ballistic weaponry for personal arms"; She added the saying 'when in doubt try to find common ground' going through her head.

She turned back to Hiroto; "We've known for centuries about telepaths however the gene was dormant in our people and all telepathic research was illegal until 5 years ago. This was due to an incident that I can't talk about" she said picking up the hint of surprise in his voice; "Believe me in 5 years we've come a long way. So with your permission I'd like to bring Chloe over so she can scan the victim in your medical ward and we are agreed that if the Chronosians are correct this matter is dropped?" she said.

"We will be found correct, of course. As for your telepaths, I would be intrigued as to examining your genomic information. Such psyker mutations are exceedingly common in the Imperium. With precise training, one can become as attuned as I, and used among the Inquisition; or as a Librarian or Sorceror of one of the Legions. Others serve as Navigators, a highly specialised evolution that facilitates warp travel. Or Astropaths, who send psychic messages across the vastness of the Imperium.

Such is the vital part they play amongst the glories of the human tapestry. I find it excellent though, that another races shares a...Diversity of form and function amongst weaponry. Keeps things interesting, we find."

"And I'm to believe your wretched little field will stop me using a ballistic weapon? Perhaps you've forgotten the efficiency of such a glorious weapon; or perhaps you've grown soft, down to petty weapons that inflict agonies. The mere playthings of Slaanesh. I'm quite the swordsman, you've already seen the weapon I wield, and believe me, it packs quite a punch once I turn it on.

If I have to cut the bastards head off, I will. You're limiting my options, but don't think you'll save the filthy xeno from me. Matter of fact, his entire race will be forfeit once the Emperor hears of this.

Humanity shall reign again in Neo Zeta; as a protectorate and member state of the Imperium takes hold, and the Demons are beaten back, destroyed, given the scraps they deserve, if they remain at all."

Katana rolled his eyes. A true blade master, he didn't think all that highly of chainsaw like weapons, projectile based weapons, or energy weapons, even though he did use them when he needed to.

"A true blade master of the highest skill and ability can hold off any opponent with a blade the size of a pin-knife," he said, "it takes decades of training and dedication to even reach the foothills of those levels.

"As for your bastardization of a sword, bah! A true warrior of the blade needs no augments to his or her weapon."

Katana tended to be a purist when it came to bladed weapon and blade combat.

"We believe you; though conclusive proof is an added bonus is it not" Elaine said

"Our Telepath would happily go to where the…" she paused for a moment finding a word; "Creature, is located we can begin the scan. Line of sight is appreciated but a screen image would suffice; Chloe is rated at P10 and could find its mind from an image as long as it's within 500 meters"

"It would conclusively prove your case without doubt"; she added; "and we too favour ballistic weaponry for personal arms"; She added the saying 'when in doubt try to find common ground' going through her head.

She turned back to Hiroto; "We've known for centuries about telepaths however the gene was dormant in our people and all telepathic research was illegal until 5 years ago. This was due to an incident that I can't talk about" she said picking up the hint of surprise in his voice; "Believe me in 5 years we've come a long way. So with your permission I'd like to bring Chloe over so she can scan the victim in your medical ward and we are agreed that if the Chronosians are correct this matter is dropped?" she said.

Hiroto responded, "This Chloe will have to wait until the medical staff have finished the procedure. I've seen what they do during these things and it could turn some of the strongest stomachs inside-out. Of course, if need be, we should have some of the serum aboard. A little bit, and your telepath's rating would increase, either that or she would develop a new gift altogether. I'm not sure if they've managed to remove the randomness from it.

"As for the Empire's telepaths and other gifted individuals, lets just say the serum not only allows us to increase their gifts, but to also provide the ungifted a gift."

"We will be found correct, of course. As for your telepaths, I would be intrigued as to examining your genomic information. Such psyker mutations are exceedingly common in the Imperium. With precise training, one can become as attuned as I, and used among the Inquisition; or as a Librarian or Sorceror of one of the Legions. Others serve as Navigators, a highly specialised evolution that facilitates warp travel. Or Astropaths, who send psychic messages across the vastness of the Imperium.

Such is the vital part they play amongst the glories of the human tapestry. I find it excellent though, that another races shares a...Diversity of form and function amongst weaponry. Keeps things interesting, we find."

Renton said, "We've found that telepathy and the other gifts aren't caused by genetic anomolies. Thus, why the serum works. We also have another item that suppresses gifts in individuals."

"Yes we find ballistic weapons far more effective in personal combat than fancy energy weapons; though all Marines are also trained extensively in hand to hand and knife combat" she nodded.

"Your applications of telepathy is most fascinating, your people are as grand as the stories say; I would be honoured to speak more about the subject with you" Elaine nodded respectfully to the Chronosian

"Blade master huh?" she said; "Fascinating; maybe we can spar after dinner; I'm quite able with a blade myself and I love a challenge against a good opponent" she noted off hand with a smile. She thought it should be interesting to fight one of them though she did have an advantage growing up on a high gravity world made her much stronger in normal gravity than a normal Animarnian human or otherwise; of course he didn't know that.

"As for Chloe; she watched all her family except her brother die in Mationbud bombardment of her home colony. When it was over there wasn't much left but bits of her family scattered over several meters" Elaine a hint of anger in her voice over the incident that shouldn't have happened.

"As for this serum of yours; I'm intrigued, however I'd need to let our AI Do a thorough analyses of it before administering it to a member of my crew. This is due to reasons that refer to the incident I mentioned earlier and because we don't know how it would react with native life of this reality" she said. "And while I do not believe you would intentionally harm us; history has taught us to be prudent before stepping forward", she smiled reassuringly hopefully conveying caution rather than mistrust.

"Though of course the final decision would rest with Chloe herself"

OOC: Power Sword ain't a chainsword...

IC:

Actaeon laughed. "A true warrior shows innovation where he can, utilising every glorious aspect of warfare to attain his goals. We have mastered the various Chronosian arts of war for untold centuries of conflict; perfect weapons sanctified by the Machine God and blessed by Chaos.

Perhaps your weaker forms of telepathy and psychic advancement aren't genetic, but the psyker genes in Chronosians is the key to its forward drive; its applications and power near unlimited. If an Alpha Class subject were to be encountered by you, you would see as such; its rather difficult to tame a subject who can sunder worlds and armies with mere thoughts."

He bowed lightly to the Animarnian delegate "So interesting to find such a war-cultured race. It would be my honor to test my skill against yours. We draw recruits from many warlike cultures within the Imperium, allowing only the finest warriors to undergo the full augmentation process that renders a man into a living engine of war; a Space Marine."

He waved his hand almost dismissively "As for our psychic abilities, you flatter us. We utilise our abilities to the fullest, be it for travel, communication or combat. Such applications, and by extension of them taming the warp, have allowed us to expand, preserving the glory of the Imperium."

*Snip*
"Blade master huh?" she said; "Fascinating; maybe we can spar after dinner; I'm quite able with a blade myself and I love a challenge against a good opponent" she noted off hand with a smile. She thought it should be interesting to fight one of them though she did have an advantage growing up on a high gravity world made her much stronger in normal gravity than a normal Animarnian human or otherwise; of course he didn't know that.

Katana responded, "Then we'll have to find you an opponent from amoung the ship's compliment that," he studies her with the practiced gaze of one who had vast experience matching up sparring pairs, "more your class. I doubt you would be able to handle me this early."

While the obvious overdeveloped musculature(sp?) of the Animarnian Captain was a dead give away to her high-gravity origins to a trained eye, like the Lieutent Colonel's, only those who had read his file or knew him well enough knew about the various custom 'enhancements' he had in this current body, as they were mostly internal with a few externals that one with an untrained eye couldn't spot the difference.

"As for Chloe; she watched all her family except her brother die in Mationbud bombardment of her home colony. When it was over there wasn't much left but bits of her family scattered over several meters" Elaine a hint of anger in her voice over the incident that shouldn't have happened.

Anemone said, with a trace of disgust in her voice, "Civilian populations have no place on the field of battle. These Mationbud people are obviously not only without honor, but they are apparently also cowards. A true warrior fights enemy soldiers. There is no honor gained nor corage displayed in the wholesale slaughter of unarmed civilians."

While only some of the other Imperial officers nodded their agreement, they all agreed with the Commander's words at heart. War was for warriors, not civilians.

"As for this serum of yours; I'm intrigued, however I'd need to let our AI Do a thorough analyses of it before administering it to a member of my crew. This is due to reasons that refer to the incident I mentioned earlier and because we don't know how it would react with native life of this reality" she said. "And while I do not believe you would intentionally harm us; history has taught us to be prudent before stepping forward", she smiled reassuringly hopefully conveying caution rather than mistrust.

"Though of course the final decision would rest with Chloe herself"

Hiroto shrugged and said, "I'm not an expert on the serum or the inhibitor. Though, from what I do know, judging from what I've heard about various powers and abilities common in this reality, they should, in fact, work better than in our home reality."

OOC: Power Sword ain't a chainsword...

IC:

Actaeon laughed. "A true warrior shows innovation where he can, utilising every glorious aspect of warfare to attain his goals. We have mastered the various Chronosian arts of war for untold centuries of conflict; perfect weapons sanctified by the Machine God and blessed by Chaos.

Perhaps your weaker forms of telepathy and psychic advancement aren't genetic, but the psyker genes in Chronosians is the key to its forward drive; its applications and power near unlimited. If an Alpha Class subject were to be encountered by you, you would see as such; its rather difficult to tame a subject who can sunder worlds and armies with mere thoughts."

He bowed lightly to the Animarnian delegate "So interesting to find such a war-cultured race. It would be my honor to test my skill against yours. We draw recruits from many warlike cultures within the Imperium, allowing only the finest warriors to undergo the full augmentation process that renders a man into a living engine of war; a Space Marine."

He waved his hand almost dismissively "As for our psychic abilities, you flatter us. We utilise our abilities to the fullest, be it for travel, communication or combat. Such applications, and by extension of them taming the warp, have allowed us to expand, preserving the glory of the Imperium."

OOC: As you know, I know pretty much diddly when it comes to anything about the WH40k universe. So, my bad. Of course, what's the difference between them anyways?

IC: Renton smiled wickedly, "Then, perhaps if we combined this gene of yours with our serum, the resulting subject would be nigh unstoppable a warrior.

"Now, until I see applications of your people's mental abilities to compare to those I've seen from my home reality, I'll reserve judgement and estimate them to be about at the same level.

"Though, I have to agree with Katana. While longer range and stopping power is provided by the various projectile and energy weapons available, there is nothing quite like slipping a blade into your enemy and looking them straight in the eye as the life drains out of them."

OOC: A chainsword has a chainsawy bit. A power sword is a blade that produces an energy field, allowing it better penetration and causing more damage.

"You know I can't imagine that, we've never killed people up close with blades. We know nothing of that" His lilting tone, his rolling eyes as he mocked them, unable to believe that these idiots believed his race had never before utilised a blade weapon; were they blind? Had they not seen the ornately crafted weapon at his side.

"Also I really wouldn't presume yourself as so arrogant that you can merely rank down our psykers to be in line with your laudible efforts; which if I am to understand rarely manifest in humanity and are instead based off of Xeno contact? Honestly; you do know nothing, don't you?" He sneered. "Don't worry, you'll soon be enlightened as to the power of the Warp, the Psyker, and the infinite glories of Chaos."

"Indeed; we know how to fight; our weapons aren’t blessed by the gods but we certainly have the ability to do some damage when we need to" she nodded; "I'd be honoured to spar with you" she said bowing respectfully.

"My Father used to say, Army is a broadsword not a scalpel; he said to always be ruthless; my mother said to try diplomacy first; exhaust all your options and then be ruthless; I land somewhere between the two" she said.

She almost laughed but caught herself the assumption that she wasn't good enough was indeed vain, pridefull and arrogant; she'd be trained by the special forces logged many hours on covert missions but who was she to argue. She shrugged "I'm sure whoever you select will be a worthy opponent. First thing they teach us at the academy is to never underestimate your opponent" she said with a smile.

"Indeed she replied; there was not even a warning or formal declaration of war they just dropped out of Hyperspace and opened fire on the planet, 3.5 of 4 million people were killed on Tellus 80% of them unarmed civilians. In retaliation our forces took out around 300-400 of there combat ships before a formal cease-fire was signed including 75% of their Death Star, a 180 kilometres in diameter artificial moon with a planet killer weapon" she explained quite proud of the feat.

"And I'm a soldier too; not a scientist but I do have the safety of my people to worry about history has taught us to step forward slowly when dealing with such matters"

OOC: A chainsword has a chainsawy bit. A power sword is a blade that produces an energy field, allowing it better penetration and causing more damage.

"You know I can't imagine that, we've never killed people up close with blades. We know nothing of that" His lilting tone, his rolling eyes as he mocked them, unable to believe that these idiots believed his race had never before utilised a blade weapon; were they blind? Had they not seen the ornately crafted weapon at his side.

"Also I really wouldn't presume yourself as so arrogant that you can merely rank down our psykers to be in line with your laudible efforts; which if I am to understand rarely manifest in humanity and are instead based off of Xeno contact? Honestly; you do know nothing, don't you?" He sneered. "Don't worry, you'll soon be enlightened as to the power of the Warp, the Psyker, and the infinite glories of Chaos."

OOC: So, a power sword is similar in principle to a vibrosword.

And, IIRC, your character was sitting down. With Katana and most of the other characters not in positions where they could see under it, none would be able to see his weapon.

IC: "You understand wrong then," replied Renton, "our Espers were cropping up long before first contact with a non-Terran species. Our serum and inhibitor were designed using them as a starting point and had nothing to do with non-Terrans in its development stages, even though they both wound up working on them as well in the end.

"When we capture non-Terran tech, we study it, yes. But that's to find any weakness we can exploit. While alot of what we have may have developed as a result of encounters with non-Terran tech, we use our own tech to get things done."

Katana merely glared at the Chronosian's mockery. The tone of voice and expression used was quite obviously insulting in nature. His own restraint was holding him back from flashing foward to slice the man's head off.

"If your the best humanity has to offer in this reality," he said in a low tone that conveyed many things, "then that's a shame. You pick fights, support the weak, and, from what I here, rarely fight your own battles and make others do your dirty work for you."

"Indeed; we know how to fight; our weapons aren’t blessed by the gods but we certainly have the ability to do some damage when we need to" she nodded; "I'd be honoured to spar with you" she said bowing respectfully.

"My Father used to say, Army is a broadsword not a scalpel; he said to always be ruthless; my mother said to try diplomacy first; exhaust all your options and then be ruthless; I land somewhere between the two" she said.

She almost laughed but caught herself the assumption that she wasn't good enough was indeed vain, pridefull and arrogant; she'd be trained by the special forces logged many hours on covert missions but who was she to argue. She shrugged "I'm sure whoever you select will be a worthy opponent. First thing they teach us at the academy is to never underestimate your opponent" she said with a smile.

Katana turned to her and replied, in a more normal voice, "Only trying to not outclass you with one of our Augments, ma'am. Some of them aren't, shall we say, trained in the art of sword combat."

"Indeed she replied; there was not even a warning or formal declaration of war they just dropped out of Hyperspace and opened fire on the planet, 3.5 of 4 million people were killed on Tellus 80% of them unarmed civilians. In retaliation our forces took out around 300-400 of there combat ships before a formal cease-fire was signed including 75% of their Death Star, a 180 kilometres in diameter artificial moon with a planet killer weapon" she explained quite proud of the feat.

"And I'm a soldier too; not a scientist but I do have the safety of my people to worry about history has taught us to step forward slowly when dealing with such matters"

"Everyone of this ship's crew holds a rank in the Empire," Hiroto responded, "even our scientific and medical staff as well. Only they picked to go on the path of a non-combatant.

"As for these Mationbuds people, they sound like pathetic cowards who die without honor. Perhaps, once the Portal is complete, we can send you some aide. If you still have the genetic samples, we can recreate many, for example. Life after death need not start when your six feet under."

"Oh we are more than capable of fighting our own battles, you presumptuous little insect. Ask any here of the glories of the Imperium forged in eternal war. Ask them of the honor and strength of its warriors, Men and Women who fight in His Name, and then ask again if we are weak. Humanity is weak, they must be guided, unified, brought together for the glories of Chaos. You are the weak fools who fawn over the technology and ability of the Xeno and are unable to overcome your foes.

If you cannot even fight your battles in your home reality, what hope do you think you have here? If you make enemies here, you shall be driven back, driven out and forever denied this Universe, interloping filth."

He snarled. "We manipulate as much as we ride to war, because there are weak-minded species in this reality that cater to our demands. Offer them the chance to slaughter their enemies, to gain in power and they are mere putty. The Zetans took a fel harvest of the Republic's finest. How many died for the glory of the Imperium upon those worlds she has fought for? How many have fought with glory and honor for the unending glory of the Imperium? There is no number to those soldiers who have died with faith in their hearts and prayer upon their lips.

We are the glory and the strength of humanity, and we shall not be derided by xenophiles such as you, not within a reality that you have NO CLAIM TO!" Actaeon reared up, standing tall and proud, a symbol of Imperial might. Raganr rose with him. Upon Actaeon's breast there gleamed a symbol, the mark of the Imperial Inquisition. His eyes seethed with barely contained rage and malice, narrowed against these foul mockeries of humanity. Weak, moral, xenophilic scum.

"If you regard yourself in such high esteem, perhaps you would be...Man enough to accept a challenge? Hm?"

"Capability is one thing," Katana replied snidely, "but willingness to use it is another.

"The strong survive and the weak perish. It is the way of things.

"As for your challenge, not here, but I'm sure we can clear up an arena in the training area if you truely wish to proove your mettle.

"Of course, the mere fact that one can get a rise out of you so easily only prooves you are impatient and hasty. Rush to finish and things can be left undone.

"As for this manipulating you admit to, that's cowardly. Using another to fight your battles for you instead of doing it yourself, while useful at times, is not the way one should battle."

Hajiki glared at Katana and, addressing the group, said, "Gentlemen, is this the way you want to conduct first contact, or did you come here simply for a dick measuring contest? Last I checked, this was a diplomatic gathering, not a military one. Now, shall we return to the meal and worry about this crap afterwards? The food is, after all, getting cold."

"We're simpyl eager to prove ourselves. No lowly little worm of a pathetic pussy-whipped Empire mocks the Imperium without realising the error of their ways. And thats what you are. Weak and fawning, a pretentious gathering of idiots, proclaimign your overwhelming superiority. We could break your fleet and your gate if we so wished and drive you from this reality. Our new allies would be more than happy to aid us, all it requires is us to say that you slew the abomination.

The very fact that you prattle on about your diplomacy, that you show more concern to food than to combat is indicative of your weakness. You and your kind will never conquer your own galaxy, because you have absolutely no follow through. You're lacking in balls. The weak are ground beneath the heel of the Imperium and you will be no different, you foolish little maggots. Just keep pushing and you'll see our might, you'll see our commitment to combat. Maybe because you never learned how to manipulate, and instead let yourselves be the bitches of Xenos, you never realised how effective it could be. But its by no means an impotent tactic, its just you again ridiculing a perfectly valid technique that you'll probably take home, proclaiming it as your own, waiting for your Emperor to give you a pat on the back.

You sicken me in your ignorance."

Hajiki turned his cold glare towards the Chronosian and replied, "Katana was right about one thing. You are easily provoked. Do you really want to give into him and let him get what he wants?

"As for who was the attacker, no matter what you say to the universe at large, we have the recordings that show who did it and the ability to proove without a trace of reasonable doubt our innocence in the matter.

"And my suggestion of eating before the food was ruined was one of practicallity. You'll need all the energy you can get in the arena if you go up against Katana.

"As a sign of our diplomacy, we have not slain you where you stood for your petty insults and threats. In the arena, you can, as they say, put your money where you mouth is."

"You think your words mean anything? Any being in this universe would believe their own over interlopers, so assured of their own superiority. We may be easily provoked, but at least we have the balls to back it up, to any pussy-footed xenophiles who choose to galavant across time and space, violating the primary timeline." Actaeon let a self-righteous smirk grace his features as he stared Hajiki down.

"As a sign of diplomacy, and perhaps some amusement, we haven't blown you and your gate to kingdom come and slated you for exile from our plane. We have not deployed legions of Astartes, the might of the Imperial Navy, or any number of machines of the Mechanicus against you. In that, I suppose you might say you are lucky. But if you believe that we are unprepared for the rigors of combat; well, you are sadly mistaken.

We are the Imperium. Warfare is in our very hearts, our souls, our blood. In the name of Khorne we wage glorious war. By Slaanesh we savor it. Through Tzeentch we engineer conflict and secure countless victories, and leave the corpses of all who oppose us to Nurgle's wrath.

We are the Chosen of the Gods. We know no fear, no guilt. We falter before no one, and bow to no man but the Emperor himself.

So why not be good little extra-dimensionals, and show a little respect to your hosts"

Hajiki responded, "None here has asked you to serve anyone else or betray your current loyalties.

"And I never said who I thought would win, only that you would need all the strength you could get if you want to face Katana. Not only is his skill with the blade amoung the top in the Empire, I also know which enhancements he has that make him even tougher than he would be normally.

"Didn't you ever hear the expression that you should never judge a book by its cover?"

He picked up his serving of soup and downed it in a few gulps.

"If I were to do that I would be of the opinion that everyone here was of a calibre reserved only for trashy pulp and bad sci-fi" He chuckled lightly. "I'm not prepared to under-estimate a single foe, even if I have decided that his entire race is woefully inadequate to the needs of the Imperium, and to a further degree raked by violent egotism and unprecedented arrogance in the face of a universe not rightly theres.

You seem to think you hold rights of conquest, even moral, human rights. But let me reiterate now. The Imperium has no scruples whatsoever about putting you and your kind down, hard. And if that is the lesson needed for you to show some humility before your betters....Then perhaps that is best"

"Of Course" she said with a nod;

Elaine sat down at the table and started to eat; she was hungry and good real food after 3 months in deep space was one luxury she wasn't going to pass up. Making appreciative noises of the wonderful food every so often "Gentleman" she said pausing between mouthfuls "I think we should all finish this wonderful food. There is plenty of time to fight later and I fight better on a full stomach as I'm sure most soldiers do" she said and then continued to eat

"What kind of Enhancements does your friend have?" she asked; "I prefer to rely on my own skill and abilities rather than enhance myself with cybernetics, a skilled opponent can always overcome technology with tactics" she said.

"and what exactly do you mean by 'recreate'?" she asked.

"If I were to do that I would be of the opinion that everyone here was of a calibre reserved only for trashy pulp and bad sci-fi" He chuckled lightly. "I'm not prepared to under-estimate a single foe, even if I have decided that his entire race is woefully inadequate to the needs of the Imperium, and to a further degree raked by violent egotism and unprecedented arrogance in the face of a universe not rightly theres.

You seem to think you hold rights of conquest, even moral, human rights. But let me reiterate now. The Imperium has no scruples whatsoever about putting you and your kind down, hard. And if that is the lesson needed for you to show some humility before your betters....Then perhaps that is best"

"Our kind is your kind," responded Renton, "We are both of the Earth stock human species after all, unless your claims proove otherwise," he added while keeping his expression neutral, "now, I don't know what alterations you have had done, but the body, no matter the species, is an organic machine and requires fuel to operate at peak effeciency. Now, I suggest you conserve and build up your strength for the arena where it will be of more use to you than petty bickering here."

"Of Course" she said with a nod;

Elaine sat down at the table and started to eat; she was hungry and good real food after 3 months in deep space was one luxury she wasn't going to pass up. Making appreciative noises of the wonderful food every so often "Gentleman" she said pausing between mouthfuls "I think we should all finish this wonderful food. There is plenty of time to fight later and I fight better on a full stomach as I'm sure most soldiers do" she said and then continued to eat

"What kind of Enhancements does your friend have?" she asked; "I prefer to rely on my own skill and abilities rather than enhance myself with cybernetics, a skilled opponent can always overcome technology with tactics" she said.

"and what exactly do you mean by 'recreate'?" she asked.

Hiroto responded, "The enhancements Katana has are fully organic in nature. Like any other Augment, most of which our Marines are, were created on the genetic level to be amoung the best of the specific field. The 'smart' ones, for example, while they are quite the mental geniuses, they do tend to have some mental disorder or another, but that's the price you pay for having such an intellect.

"As for recreating those lost, it would be alot easier if we has the neural pathways, or at least a recording of them, to insert into a new body. The genetic material sample would be used to make the blank look like the original. Basically what they are doing to that Kira fellow down in sickbay."

A few moments later, holo-waiters came out with 2362 bottles of red wine. This was poured into awaiting glasses near each place at the table.

"We have surpassed the Terran humans by several generations. The First Great Emperor led us to the stars and gifted us the Chronosian Systems. Swiftly we honed our arts of war and conquest, spreading, growing. The Fall gifted us with the power of Chaos, and our expansion became a Great Crusade. Your kind, are not our kind. You are an inferior sub-stock of Humanity." Actaeon helped himself to wine.

"The Astartes will doubtlessly match any alteration that has been performed upon your augments. Enhanced musculature and skeletal structure, a rib-cage consist of plates of solid bone. Two hearts, a back-up lung. Numerous glands and implants that allow them to survive and adapt in even the harshest of conditions. They are the pinnacle of the Chronosian art of war, the fists of the Emperor. They know not fear, nor pain, nor weakness. They are the sons of the Emperor, beloved by all, and blessed of the Gods."

Eureka cracked a smile " Yes we Fayth too have made great advances from the normal human. Where we are diffrent from many humans is our gifted ability to use magic of many diffrent kinds. I myself lack training but even still i can use basic magic of the Arcane school." Eureka said glad the attention had shifted from punishing her to other matters.

"We have surpassed the Terran humans by several generations. The First Great Emperor led us to the stars and gifted us the Chronosian Systems. Swiftly we honed our arts of war and conquest, spreading, growing. The Fall gifted us with the power of Chaos, and our expansion became a Great Crusade. Your kind, are not our kind. You are an inferior sub-stock of Humanity." Actaeon helped himself to wine.

"The Astartes will doubtlessly match any alteration that has been performed upon your augments. Enhanced musculature and skeletal structure, a rib-cage consist of plates of solid bone. Two hearts, a back-up lung. Numerous glands and implants that allow them to survive and adapt in even the harshest of conditions. They are the pinnacle of the Chronosian art of war, the fists of the Emperor. They know not fear, nor pain, nor weakness. They are the sons of the Emperor, beloved by all, and blessed of the Gods."

"Perfection is an illusion," said Renton, "there is always room for improvement no matter what the circumstances. While our Augments may not contain all the glands your Space Marines do, we've increased the effeciency of the original organs plus that of any extras we've coded in.

"Now, before you continue underestimating our Augments, I suggest you wait until your turn in the arena. As they say, assumptions are the mother of all foul ups.

"Katana, for example, has two full sets of back-up lungs, hemoglobin(sp?) engineered to carry more oxygen than that of standard blood, more effecient blood filtration organs, muscle cells engineered for performance, a skeletal structure that contains silicon for enhanced strength and durability, a hardened rib cage thats like plate armor, and his two enhanced hearts are both encased in bone. And that's only a small listing of his enhancements."

Eureka cracked a smile " Yes we Fayth too have made great advances from the normal human. Where we are diffrent from many humans is our gifted ability to use magic of many diffrent kinds. I myself lack training but even still i can use basic magic of the Arcane school." Eureka said glad the attention had shifted from punishing her to other matters.

Anemone said, "There are many things science can't explain. In ancient days, humans of our reality were said to posess such abilities that were eventually lost over time. Now, as I've read the reports our intelligence operatives have gathered on this reality, I can only predict that such powers might return due to the effect of the difference in quantum flux the longer we stay here."

Eureka laughed " You arnt just born with Magic no matter if you are from this realm or not. You need a source for your magic to come from. In us Fayths case its the Zohar and its Emulators. Others such as elves use the their wells. And still others tap into the demons realm to use their magic. I doubt your breed of humanity will be near us Fayth in Magic ability for the next 100 or so years. Assumeing you even find a source."

He yawned lightly. "Sounds like you've just listened to what I said and extrapolatred, trying to steal my thunder, it won't work. Perfection is within reach of those who dedicate themselves to Slaanesh. The Emperor has gazed into the face of the Dark Prince, he has touched the Warp. He has become the perfection which all beings seek.

Their breed of Humanity will likely never attain the levels of sorcery that either of our races possess" He smirked lightly at Eureka. "Most probably they regard it as superstition. My little pet should prove to them the power of Chronosian sorcery. He is such a beautiful, temperamental little thing..."

Eureka laughed " You arnt just born with Magic no matter if you are from this realm or not. You need a source for your magic to come from. In us Fayths case its the Zohar and its Emulators. Others such as elves use the their wells. And still others tap into the demons realm to use their magic. I doubt your breed of humanity will be near us Fayth in Magic ability for the next 100 or so years. Assumeing you even find a source."

Anemone replied, "We need no artificial source for any abilities. Ancient humans were said to use the very energy of life itself. An energy the permeates every reality and everything in those realities.

"I've done my homework. Some here call such energy the Force or Chakra, others know it by different names. I tend to prefer the old Terran term of Chi."

He yawned lightly. "Sounds like you've just listened to what I said and extrapolatred, trying to steal my thunder, it won't work. Perfection is within reach of those who dedicate themselves to Slaanesh. The Emperor has gazed into the face of the Dark Prince, he has touched the Warp. He has become the perfection which all beings seek.

Their breed of Humanity will likely never attain the levels of sorcery that either of our races possess" He smirked lightly at Eureka. "Most probably they regard it as superstition. My little pet should prove to them the power of Chronosian sorcery. He is such a beautiful, temperamental little thing..."

"Absolute perfection requires absolute time," retorted Renton, "As for the various enhancements our Augments have, they are quite easy to code in. They were extrapolated from nothing but our own combat experience. Many times we have encountered things our Augments were unable to handle, so we enhanced them further and sent them back for a victory. The human ability to adapt to many situations and enviroments has prooven quite useful in our work.

"And some of the things you term as sorcery is quite easy to duplicate by our Espers, or did you forget that we had them? Don't you recall the bit about the Serum and the Inhibitor? Telekensis, telepathy, and precognition are all only a small selection of what our Serum enhanced Espers can do. Some are so powerful that they risk insanity every time they use their ability."

"Absolute perfection requires absolute devotion. You have nothing of the sort. Time, perhaps, but not devotion. You struggle against alien oppressors, yet we conquer our foes by the will of the Gods. People like me, sacrificing entire worlds that humanity remain free; heroes like Eureka who so righteously slew the Xeno filth.

You conspire with them, hold them amongst you, banning half-breeds yet tolerating the cancers in your system. You attain psychic ability through serums and do not hone it yourselves. The mightiest Chronosian psykers are protected from the ravages of insanity by the Emperor himself, bound to his very soul. They practice the ways of the Gods, they test the paths of Tzeentch's will. Only then can true sorcerous control be absolute. But you have not the will to tame the Warp, nor bind and summon forth the Daemon. Such obeisances are lost to you, gifted only to the true servants of the True Gods."

"Absolute perfection requires absolute devotion. You have nothing of the sort. Time, perhaps, but not devotion. You struggle against alien oppressors, yet we conquer our foes by the will of the Gods. People like me, sacrificing entire worlds that humanity remain free; heroes like Eureka who so righteously slew the Xeno filth.

"You only know a small selection of our history," replied Renton, "you have also not seen the endeavours to keep our Earth pure. I can assure you, we have whiped out our fair share of enemies, when the timing was right.

"I'm sure you understand the concept of using someone before tossing them to the wolves, so to speak."

You conspire with them, hold them amongst you, banning half-breeds yet tolerating the cancers in your system. You attain psychic ability through serums and do not hone it yourselves. The mightiest Chronosian psykers are protected from the ravages of insanity by the Emperor himself, bound to his very soul. They practice the ways of the Gods, they test the paths of Tzeentch's will. Only then can true sorcerous control be absolute. But you have not the will to tame the Warp, nor bind and summon forth the Daemon. Such obeisances are lost to you, gifted only to the true servants of the True Gods."

Renton continued, with a sigh, "You've believed every word, haven't you? Has it ever occured to you to doubt if any of it could be untrue?

"We back the Romulans in their Civil War against the Alliance backed Remens, that is true, but its done because its fun. Its a game of chess and only the masters will survive. Timing is everything.

"And with Earth's fourth world war having been caused by religions, you can understand why we don't place much in the faith department."

OOC: There has been a mix of truths and untruths. I'll leave it up to you to try to figure out what is which. TG me and I'll give you the low-down on the big truths, but I'll let you work it out for the rest.

"I'll believe what I wish, as is my right. You on the other hand have no rights within our continuum, a thought that would please greatly those races who would purge you for your transgressions. You lack faith because of petty contrivances like religious war? That is why the Faith is guarded, why heresy is fought and crushed.

You don't back the Romulans because its fun, thats a stupid statement in comparison to the rest of your boasts; you support them to stymie and harrass your enemy; you do it because you cannot take on the Alliance yourself without losing, as you lost Terra.

You garble and you mislead, but you too know precious little of our history, and it is far grander and far more colored with war than the fables you spin."

"Is this what diplomacy in this reality boils down to?" inquired Anemone, "seeing who has the bigger dick?

"And you are wrong. We don't destroy the Alliance not because we can't, but because we enjoy doing it in a piecemiel(sp?) process. Gives us a longer time to enjoy it.

"And you only know the cause of the fourth world war, but not the results. Like most of our history, you know very little. Thus, your judgements are way out there and not that accurate."

Elaine was quiet as she watched the exchange between the captain and the Chronosia representative it was most interesting to her; she was an observant person and found that people often revealed there biggest secrets when they didn't think that others were paying attention. This made her appearance of not caring for the argument advantageous to her as she continued to eat her food.
"I'm quite interesting in the technology your people have developed; your officer here mentioned something called replecators earlier used to fabricate many different things from base energy?" she asked; "Our researchers have been working on something similar called fabricators for many years with little progress. Though the project has been put on the back burner in recent times in favour of advancing weapons technology because of the losses we suffered during the war" she said.

"Would it be possible for our people to trade technology or something of equal value you need?" she added a moment later. "As I was saying to your officer earlier, I'd be honoured if you'd wish to have a tour of my ship to repay your hospitality the Alexia isn't one of the most advanced ships in our fleet but she's certainly a good ship."

On the Alexia

The crew were busy going about there daily routine though the fighter crews were on primary standby in case they were needed Nene Romanova was still sat going through the probes data "Ma'am after extensive scans of the rift, the gate structure and the probes data. It definitely uses a combination of Tesseracts, space folds and dimensional tunnelling; very advanced but not temporal in nature" she said.

"I'd like to get permission to send another probe through this time with living matter and some other elements we have in storage to see how it effects materials passing through the rift" she added.

"Ok" Anaria nodded and gave the order to the communications officer to relay the request to send another probe into the rift.

"It boils down to strength and determination. There are many races that would annihilate you simply because you exist. Like the Demon that you show such idiot sympathy for, or the Shivans, great cosmic destroyers of old. One must be ever vigilant, lest he be destroyed beneath the onslaught of a thousand alien races, each terrible and blasphemous to know.

You moan and whine about how we know nothing of your culture, yet you know less about us, about our power, about our capabilities. So perhaps its not a good idea for you to continually piss us off, hm?"

Elaine was quiet as she watched the exchange between the captain and the Chronosia representative it was most interesting to her; she was an observant person and found that people often revealed there biggest secrets when they didn't think that others were paying attention. This made her appearance of not caring for the argument advantageous to her as she continued to eat her food.
"I'm quite interesting in the technology your people have developed; your officer here mentioned something called replecators earlier used to fabricate many different things from base energy?" she asked; "Our researchers have been working on something similar called fabricators for many years with little progress. Though the project has been put on the back burner in recent times in favour of advancing weapons technology because of the losses we suffered during the war" she said.

"Would it be possible for our people to trade technology or something of equal value you need?" she added a moment later. "As I was saying to your officer earlier, I'd be honoured if you'd wish to have a tour of my ship to repay your hospitality the Alexia isn't one of the most advanced ships in our fleet but she's certainly a good ship."

Katana replied, "Its an off-shoot of our transporter technology. We don't need seperate stores for various items, but just enough base mass to work with," a smile, "as for a tour of the Gecko, I would be glad to take you myself. As long as it gets me away from 'Mr. Ego' over there."

On the Alexia

The crew were busy going about there daily routine though the fighter crews were on primary standby in case they were needed Nene Romanova was still sat going through the probes data "Ma'am after extensive scans of the rift, the gate structure and the probes data. It definitely uses a combination of Tesseracts, space folds and dimensional tunnelling; very advanced but not temporal in nature" she said.

"I'd like to get permission to send another probe through this time with living matter and some other elements we have in storage to see how it effects materials passing through the rift" she added.

"Ok" Anaria nodded and gave the order to the communications officer to relay the request to send another probe into the rift.

Response message:

Wouldn't it be simpler if we just directed you towards one of our ships that came through the Portal?

"It boils down to strength and determination. There are many races that would annihilate you simply because you exist. Like the Demon that you show such idiot sympathy for, or the Shivans, great cosmic destroyers of old. One must be ever vigilant, lest he be destroyed beneath the onslaught of a thousand alien races, each terrible and blasphemous to know.

You moan and whine about how we know nothing of your culture, yet you know less about us, about our power, about our capabilities. So perhaps its not a good idea for you to continually piss us off, hm?"

"Sympathy is for the weak," replied Anemone, "The reason that one isn't dead is because its so much more fun to have an opponent suffer for longer than what a quick death grants.

"As for your culture, you forget you spilled pretty much everything yourself already. You are a nation of Chaos. A people who worship higher beings than yourselves that inhabit some alternate plane you term the Warp. Need I go on?"

"It knows what any idiot who has ever encountered us would know; dear Gods preserve us, its knowledge is overwhelming...However did it find out so much detailed and in-depth information about us!" Actaeon holds his face in mock-surprise, before rolling his eyes. "yes, please go on. Enlighten me as to your knowledge of my entire species, gathered from my piecemeal boasts. Chop chop, you'll have to spit it out quick since you evidently know so much."

"You don't want to give the thing more suffering; the very action of instilling a Xeno intellect in a human vessel is an abomination. You wish to mock us, and to proclaim some pride in the act of sustaining its unholy life. The only respite Alien filth deserves is to stop it dying too fast, to keep it alive as all manner of torments are loosed upon its flesh.

All talk and no action, and even as you talk you proclaim useless information. Are we supposed to be impressed that you listened to what base scraps we offered you?"

OOC: I am going to assume Kiras mind has been transfered by now if thats ok.

IC: Kira's eyes slowly opened he felt diffrent so very diffrent. He looke down to his hands and to his shock didnt see his claws but human finger nails. His eyes full opened and he looked to a near by mirror and saw a human face stairing back. Kira yelled a horrible yell as if he was being burnt alive as he turned " WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!?!" He attempted to grab the nearest blade and slit the throats of all in the room but found himself unable too.

OOC: You put some kind of chip in him if i remember correct to insure he dosnt do such a thing right?

"It knows what any idiot who has ever encountered us would know; dear Gods preserve us, its knowledge is overwhelming...However did it find out so much detailed and in-depth information about us!" Actaeon holds his face in mock-surprise, before rolling his eyes. "yes, please go on. Enlighten me as to your knowledge of my entire species, gathered from my piecemeal boasts. Chop chop, you'll have to spit it out quick since you evidently know so much."

"You don't want to give the thing more suffering; the very action of instilling a Xeno intellect in a human vessel is an abomination. You wish to mock us, and to proclaim some pride in the act of sustaining its unholy life. The only respite Alien filth deserves is to stop it dying too fast, to keep it alive as all manner of torments are loosed upon its flesh.

All talk and no action, and even as you talk you proclaim useless information. Are we supposed to be impressed that you listened to what base scraps we offered you?"

Ignoring the insults, Anemone replied with a wicked glint in her eyes, "The one you so adimently wish to have had a quick death will suffer far longer this way. Life in his new body will be pure torment for his mind. Far more enjoyable to break them before they die.

"As for what I said about your culture, that was in response to you saying we know naught about it. Thus, I was prooving you wrong."

OOC: I am going to assume Kiras mind has been transfered by now if thats ok.

IC: Kira's eyes slowly opened he felt diffrent so very diffrent. He looke down to his hands and to his shock didnt see his claws but human finger nails. His eyes full opened and he looked to a near by mirror and saw a human face stairing back. Kira yelled a horrible yell as if he was being burnt alive as he turned " WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!?!" He attempted to grab the nearest blade and slit the throats of all in the room but found himself unable too.

OOC: You put some kind of chip in him if i remember correct to insure he dosnt do such a thing right?

OOC: A loyalty chip is for the Soong brothers (ie, Data, Lore, and B-4) and similar things like computers. What Kira's been given is the latest in Agonizer chip technology. As for his inability to move, that's a combination of him having to retrain his body to respond to his mental impulse and physical and non-physical restraints. Though, technically, if it was coded in his genetic structure, his new body should have it (physical difference varies by around 0.0000001% or so).

IC: Considering that the U.E.P. had long since advanced beyond the need of physical blades, though they were still used from time to time when the need required it, and that the tool tray was at the foot of the bio-bed he lay on, there was nothing in reach.

"So sleeping beauty is finally awake," chuckled one of the guards with a slight snear.

She strode over to him and continued, "What we did was save your life, little man."

She then left the room, leaving another of the guards in charge while she was gone, to fetch a doctor.

Fluid time later

The guard returned with one of the ship's medical staff.

The doctor walked over to Kira's biobed and adjusted a few controls.

Moving to manipulate a control panel near the bio-bed's headrest, he said, "There was no time to repair your original body before brain death would have occured, so we did the next best thing we could. Earn enough credits and you'll eventually be able to upgrade to an Augmented body far more capable than your original in terms of strength, senses, and other features," a pause to check the displays, "of course, as your current new body was done on charity, you only have the basics. Even still, you'll have to relearn muscle memory from scratch. When you're ready, you can begin physical therapy."

"You're an idiot. You know absolutely nothing. No detail, no history, no nothing. You can tell us that we worship Chaos and have a faint understanding of what the Warp is! Pah! That is scraps that any child on any number of worlds would know. Mothers caution their charges to sleep lest we take them from their cribs. Entire nations jump when we so much as say boo, and you claim to understand us utterly in one mediocre statement."

He chuckled. "As for the Xeno, if you do not slay the abomination, I shall do it myself, as a duty to all mankind. Have the Telepath read it if you will, but I shall see it dead, whether it is your weak hand that must be forced, or whether the strong take seriously their duty to Humanity, since you have obviously forgotten it. Death is the only release for the Xeno, for it forsakes all that is Human and all that is of the Emperor. Only by raw force can the Xeno know peace, only in the grave can the Xeno be trusted. Catechism of Hate, Book 2"

Kira knew it would take time to relearn how to use his body. The only thing that would motivate him to do so was his wish to kill every persion on this ship for this insult. It may not be today or the next or even a year from now. But kira would do everything in his power to take revenge on them.

" You know i will kill you all for this. Make the best of your time becuase sooner or later i will regain a body worthy of my Demon soul and i will ripp you limb from limb. Now return me to my ship so i may be away from you human filth."

"You're an idiot. You know absolutely nothing. No detail, no history, no nothing. You can tell us that we worship Chaos and have a faint understanding of what the Warp is! Pah! That is scraps that any child on any number of worlds would know. Mothers caution their charges to sleep lest we take them from their cribs. Entire nations jump when we so much as say boo, and you claim to understand us utterly in one mediocre statement."

He chuckled. "As for the Xeno, if you do not slay the abomination, I shall do it myself, as a duty to all mankind. Have the Telepath read it if you will, but I shall see it dead, whether it is your weak hand that must be forced, or whether the strong take seriously their duty to Humanity, since you have obviously forgotten it. Death is the only release for the Xeno, for it forsakes all that is Human and all that is of the Emperor. Only by raw force can the Xeno know peace, only in the grave can the Xeno be trusted. Catechism of Hate, Book 2"

Anemone's face took on a neutral expression as she responded.

"Still haven't learned, have you?" she began, "He will die eventually, but not before his mind is broken and only a mere shadow of what it once was.

"As for this obession of yours involving hate," she smirked sarcastically, "perhaps you should see a councilor. Hate can only lead to destruction, pleasure on the other hand leads to creation."

Kira knew it would take time to relearn how to use his body. The only thing that would motivate him to do so was his wish to kill every persion on this ship for this insult. It may not be today or the next or even a year from now. But kira would do everything in his power to take revenge on them.

" You know i will kill you all for this. Make the best of your time becuase sooner or later i will regain a body worthy of my Demon soul and i will ripp you limb from limb. Now return me to my ship so i may be away from you human filth."

With a scowl, the doctor pressed a key on the console activating the Agonizer that had been inserted into the primary pain node of Kira's brain during the procedure. Keeping the control depressed for a full five seconds, Kira would be wracked with agony until he let go of the control. Unlike an Agony Booth, the Agonizer had to be used sparingly lest the nerves it was affecting go numb and 'immune' to any further stimulation for a period.

While this first dose was on the lowest setting, it would still feel like a full fledged marching band and orchestra(sp?) playing about a half-dozen tunes at the same time in his skull.

He said, "That was only a taste of what you'll get if you mouth off again. You aren't going anywhere until we are done with you. We've already set up all the paper work for your friends back on your ship that make you legally dead in their minds. The audio-visual recording of the incident itself would be proof enough, but we aren't skimping on anything," a sadistic smile appeared on his face, "Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to up the level?"

"There will be time enough for pleasure when I return home. Assuming my mission is successful, Lord Remiel will reward me with the finest of the temptations and torments that lie within the Imperial Palace, perhaps a position rivalling Lord Turel, or Ezekial...He'll see soon enough that I can be twice the Inquisitor he is, twice the man, twice the triumph..." he chuckled lightly. "My old mentor; a legend in our nation. He's slain aliens and heretics from one end of the Imperium to the other. Idasu, my brother in training, has held the line against Greenskins at the very edge of space. I have quite a legacy to consider, though I'm not without my own triumphs."

"My hate keeps me pure, it ensures that my blood never cools and my reason never falters in the face of the Impure and the Unclean." He shook softly, as though sensing something. "Ah, finally..."

Another Thunderhawk had docked, and at least four hooded figures moved in tandem, a fifth between them. They held chains intoned with ancient runes, binding the thing in the centre, hidden as it was under robes and cloaks, hoods and masks. The four looked up, revealing that they were sightless; eyes burned out and instead replaced with empty sockets carved with runic chatter, still bleeding even now.

"We come with the Prize, for lord Actaeon. By the Emperor's will, the Beast is loosed. We have done as instructed" A humm filled the air as they returned to concentrating, the runes burning with untamed fury, energy brought on by their astropathic choir, drawing power from the Immaterium to keep the nameless terror bound.

"Ah, excellent" Actaeon chuckled softly high above. "My pet has arrived."

" How foolish of you" Kira said laughing rather enjoying the pain " This body might be human but my mind and soul is still demon and your punny attempts to cuase me pain are rather enjoyable to me. As for my people on the ship i assure you they know i am fully alive and well. All Imperial Guards share a link with Albedo who is a powerful Psychic. So if you attempt to keep me here you will be declearing war with the Imperial Axis and will be dealt with. You think you understand how a demons mind and soul work you are so arrogent and i rather hope you bring open war."