NationStates Jolt Archive

The enigma could not be undone by Human means, it stayed a mystery. For weeks ONI and Highcom could not translate the map that was found at Reach.

The map was brought back to Yuk and sent to the major Highcom Facility. The Facility was located 3km under the surface and protected by several meters of Titanium-A armour. The Name "Bravo-6" was an indiscriminate name for such an important facility. At this faclility many top scientists, resided and worked.

The scientists located there failed again and again. Urgency gripped the Heads of State at Yukatania, and they sent out a call to their most trusted allies, a call to bring the best of their scientific corps to come and help find the underlying truth to this map.

OOC: Participating Nations

Tidan
Starenell
The Solarin League
Icecrown Glaciar
Lord Namtar
Whyatica

On Evermeet, the capital world of Starenell, a message was recieved. Warrior Prince Refal Deofas read it, and passed it on to the High Mages, not truely High mages of the old days, but those in charge of the scientist/mage caste of Starenell. They selected their best to go to Yukatania, and see what was to be found there, and how they could help their allies, and quietly, very quietly, see how the could help Starenell. They boarded a ship, and departed with a flash of light and a thump in the eyes and ears of those near.

White Star Six
"Shai Satai, we are recieving a coded transmission. It's marked for your eyes only." the comm officer said to Shai Satai Neroon, one of the leaders of the Wind Riders Clan. The Wind Riders were a very influential clan in Minbari politics, and the family leader was a Warrior Caste representative in the Grey Council. Neroon himself would have preferred a better ship; White Stars weren't his thing. He preferred the bigger, more illustrious Sharlins, Valen`Zhas, or even the Adronado, his dream command. For now, however, he was stuck with the White Star, a powerhouse in it's own right.

"I'll take the message in my prep room." he said to the comm officer.

"Aye, sir. The message is waiting for you."

Neroon got off his captain's chair in the centre of the bridge, and pressed his key code to enter the captain's prep room. He crossed the room, pulled his monitor terminal up, and sat down. After punching in his key code again, the computer beeped and came up with a grey box saying, "Voice Identification - Please say your name when prompted."

The prompt came, and Neroon said "Shai Satai Neroon". The computer beeped, signifying a proper identification, and after he verified his thumbprint the message came up.

Neroon read it three times over, sent back a highly encrypted response, and left his prep room to the bridge.

"Crew, we're changing missions. Set course to the Reach system, we will be meeting up with our allies from the Galactic Federation for this one. Our scientific expertise is necessary here."

The White Star dropped out of jumpspace, changed headings, and re-entered jumpspace, this time at full burn, for the message had indicated that this was of the highest priority.

A small Solari destroyer dropped out of a wormhole above the planet. Responding was pointless, they had simply set their best Astrographers along with a destroyer, to see what was what, and why a meeting such as this was to be called...

Transmission to the surface:

This is the destroyer Samar, of the Solari System Navy, requesting inbound vector to Bravo-6 landing site.

Like the fetid light of a dying sun, the roaring vessel of the Scourge tore into the fabric of properspace in a flurry of fluctuating energies emanating from deep within the Nether itself. As the primary Netherdrive began to cool, the communications systems began to flicker into a semblence of life.

We have come to aid you, our brothers. The best minds of the Scourge and the Apothecarium are at your disposal; the most advanced artisans of conquered Quelthelas and the ancient scribes of Northrend come to bring you closer to salvation. For the Lich King, brothers!

One of the Tidani Adept Service's intelligence ships arrived over Yuk, though not just any one. This was the HCS Ageless given to Korremar by the Oracle and the Service to carry out his... more secretive duties for them.

He had brought with him one of the senior librarians of The Great Library of Vash Naroom. For countless ages the Library has been under the care of the Naroom Tribe, but under pressure the d'Resh Tribe was given a pressence amongst the Tomes. Harresh had been allowed to become a Librarian and share the mostly forgotten wisdom of d'Resh with the Naroomi scribes, though she got more than she gave, this was usually the way of the d'Reshi even if no one ever really noticed it. Harresh had shared some of Aubra's wisdom with the others, and in return had been granted unrestricted access to the Book of Ages, Book of Life, Scroll of Fire, Kybar Scroll, and Abwyn's Journal to name a few. All books known only to a few tracing back from the creation of the tribes in this realm, and now to Korremar and his servants.

He had been told an ancient puzzle needed to be solved. So Korremar and his trusted ally in the back alleys of Tidani politics had come. Both carrying knowledge much older than their right to bare.

As thier allies arrived a Transmission was Broadcasted on YMF E-Band.

Allies!, more information will be given to you when you enter the Facility. Please send your best and brightest on your shuttles and land at the following coordinates.

At the Bravo-6 Facility Landing Lights were turned on and Marines rushed to the Landing pads, they all awaited in earnest for thier Allies to arrive.

Korremar and Harresh boarded their Yark Shuttle and decended to the surface with their team.

The shuttle hovered gently over the landing pad, its landing struts extended and fins locked in landing configuration, then it touched down. The ramp lowered from underneath and the Tidani of d'Resh Tribe walked down toward the military escort.

White Star Six
"Shai Satai, we are now in orbit of Yuk."

"I will be taking the Lindira to the planet. Calenn, Drala`Fizha, you're with me." Shai Satai Neroon said in the general direction of his XO and his science officers.

"Yes, Shai. The hangar has been notified, the Lindira will be ready in approximately five minutes."

"Thank you, comm, XO you're in command while I'm gone."

Orbit
Our of the small hangar of the White Star, a sleek-looking blue transport pulled out, escorted by two of the Nial class fighters that the White Star class carried. As the atmospheric burn commenced, the two Nials pulled off, and the Lindira entered the lower atmosphere of Yuk. The Yukatanian docking pad emerged into visual range, and the shuttle set down.

The boarding ramp opened, and Neroon, escorted by his two science officers, exited the shuttle.

OOC:I hate arrival scenes

The Undead descended, their shuttle craft tearing towards the world that lay below them, ripe with promise, full of possibility. They would bend their formidible conciousness towards the matter at hand, and by the will of the Lich King they would triumph.

Zysar Strormbeak stood, a tall and proud Death Knight, watching the proceedings. Adjusting a silver ring upon his finger, he smiled softly. He would not fail his God.