NationStates Jolt Archive

Alexis Constantine glided down the red carpet, his trailing white robes contrasting the perfectly polished Obsidian chamber. "Rather.....black isn't it?"

"Well you did request something shiny for the Parliament chamber, and we are rather overflowing in Obsidian for some unobscure reason?"

"Seriously?" The young ambassadors face was slightly disbelieving.

"Oh yes, the price has plummeted. It seems one of the fringe worlds have found a moon of the stuff, alas it removes some of the opulence don't you think?" Alexis narrowed his eyes.

"It does slightly, but I'm sure once we have the floor coated in Gold we shall want for nothing."

"Yes." The adjutants tone dropped. "So when do you think the others will be arriving?"

"They should be docking rather shortly." Alexis descended upon one of the rather comfortable chairs. "All we can do right now is sit and wait..."

Outside in the vacant void of space the Alliance Cruiser Magellan had three small shuttles approaching; their slender fragile designs dwarfed by the latest patrol ship that the blue sun corporation had to offer. Her body was unusual to say the least; three large emerald green spires extended from a circular base, the hull clearly painted with an almost endless line of windows and view ports.

Accepted as the alliances foremost patrol vessel the Magellan also housed a civilian population of many thousands; mostly crew and family of the Navies officers and more seasoned combat personnel.

This however would shortly change as administrative staff and clerks docked over the coming days and weeks; the vital backbone of any sprawling democratic organisation.

The three shuttles docking almost simultaneously would be held for a moment as the air pressure equalised on both sides. After a few moments, they would be escorted to the Parliamentary chamber where they would meet Alexis Constantine, ambassador for state of New Londinium.

Lord Tokuitanzen Daraasi had lived a long life, when you got to his age a certain satisfaction came from this achievement alone. Unlike some others that approached his advanced years however, Daraasi had never managed to simply shut off the world and valued his life too much to die.

And so it was that Daraasi came to the parliament ship of the new Union Allied Planets swapped into a body he felt more suitable to project his progressing years to posterity...

Bowed and stooped, the delegate from Sierou shuffled painedly from the airlock, using a slender dark wood cane as support to walk with measured steps to a spot sufficiently far from the airlock to await proper introduction and welcome. His surroundings were oppulant, if a tad shiny, they would certainly do for a starting point to a new civilization.

"Lord Daraasi of Sierou." A hearld shouted pompously. The double doors at the head of the room swung open, with two regulars bowing most promptly to their betters. Moving from the lower reaches of the chamber Alexis walked quickly, yet gracefully to meet his guest.

"Ahhh Lord Darasi." Alexis bowed. "Finally I have the pleasure of meeting you." His hand extended for a more informal greeting.

"Alexis you young whelp." Cried Daraasi toothily. Leaving his cane standing on its point he used both hands to shake Alexis' heartily accompanied by much wheezy and possibly exageratedly elderly laughter.

"Where's my seat then ? I ain't got time to dally at my age, eh ? heh, Come on." Aiming a genial cuff to his hosts midriff. "This is a nice place you've got here, very, hmm, shiny. Why of course it's nothing like what they had in my d--" Spotting his hosts darkening expression at thought of an 'in my day' tirade he hurriedly flicked his cane back to his hand, and using it to gesture wildly shouted merrily, "Oh yes, lead on do."

Ambassador Tethis sat aboard the Delta 7 class shuttle, deep in thought. The ship was, like most Technophobic vessels, originally designed for something else. The Delta 7 had the distinction of being one of the oldest designs in the fleet, though it had only been used as a shuttle in the most recent years. The shuttle had started as an atmospheric transport, designed to transfer personnel and materials from the surface to orbiting vessels, in the early days of the Technophobic space expansions. Once it had outgrown its usefulness, it was slated to be decommissioned, but was reassigned as a hazardous resourcing collector. Its reinforced hull and compact design had made it ideal for the high maneuverability engine mounts and powerful extraction beams that the resourcers operating in fast-moving asteroid belts needed. Then designated the KR-55 class resourcing vessel, it had served admirably for the fleets for many years, before being replaced by a dedicated high-risk mineral acquisition unit. The KR-55s were then converted into patrol craft, as they were already sturdy and maneuverable, several weapons mounts were added and the craft became one of the premier fighting ships of the Technophobic navy. Once the ship had again outlived its usefulness, it was slated to be scrapped again, when the class of shuttle at that time, the Delta 6, was determined to be heavily flawed, especially in recovery operations. The ship was again called into service, and re-designated the Delta 7. This combination of events had yielded a sturdy ship, which was probably as old, if not older, than most other vessels operating in space.

The Ambassador peered out of the porthole, at the massive ship he was headed for. It was a behemoth, bigger than every Technophobic ship, except the mothership. He estimated it at six or seven kilometers wide and maybe four tall. He wondered what sort of race would build such a behemoth, and then have the gall to call it a patrol ship, but he then realized he knew that kind of race they were. They called themselves “humans” and they had a very warlike tendency. They were also much smaller than he was, which led him into another train of thought… how was he going to fit through their corridors? His communicator beeped, probably the pilot signaling they had been granted landing clearance, so he took a look at himself, to ensure his robes were not damaged. His four-meter tall body was a dark green-gray color, his legs were canted backwards, similar to a creature the humans called a raptor. His arms, all four of them, were folded across his chest, with the two smaller arms hanging just below the larger arms. His maroon robes with a silver trim were elegant, probably some of the most elegant clothing in the fleet, he mused. His head was nothing like a human, with his eyes more on the side of his head than the front, and with his three-jawed mouth, he looked, he imagined, like something straight out of one of those human horror movies. His thick, tendril-like hair fell down his back, adorned with various ornaments.

Tethis had spent years studying the humans after they had made first contact, and this had made him the primary candidate for this meeting, in which, they effectively signed their government away to ensure protection by the giant alliance. It had been decided to go ahead with this, as the government was mostly ignored anyway within his people, as there was little to regulate. As the Delta 7 shuttle hard-docked with the massive station, Tethis prepared himself for the unknown, and activated the hatch.