NationStates Jolt Archive

Secret IC
On the world of New Shiloh, a set of cargo containers were being loaded. In each one where large amounts of electronics and ores. But, most importantly, there was a nest of fifty billion nano-bots located within each container. Barely the size of needle, the nano swarms were located with in the containers, and hidden away from sight.

Each of the Containers was flagged as being from the fictional Nova Manufacturing Company.

As they where finished loading, they were towed into space by a tug, and positioned to wait for the Negociando Ship to arrive and haul these containers to their final destinations.

A black wind was ready to blow.

The Negociando Trading Consortium dispatched the Santa Alina Roll-On/Roll-Off Cagro Vessel. It had other deliveries to make afterwards, and so was eager to make this delivery and get on with it.

The ship activated it's hyper-drive, and jumped to the location given to them.

COUGH Pupet! COUGH.

The Negociando Trading Consortium dispatched the Santa Alina Roll-On/Roll-Off Cagro Vessel. It had other deliveries to make afterwards, and so was eager to make this delivery and get on with it.

The ship activated it's hyper-drive, and jumped to the location given to them.

The Station Pilot's vessel dropped out of Warp Space and locked on to the Consortium's Vessel.

"This is Station Pilot Jacob Shortfall to the Santa Alina, please lock on to my IFF, and slave your nav system to mine. Once we have exited this system, you are to erase all traces of this system from your nav banks."

COUGH Pupet! COUGH.

Who? Me? Why do you say I am a puppet?

The Station Pilot's vessel dropped out of Warp Space and locked on to the Consortium's Vessel.

"This is Station Pilot Jacob Shortfall to the Santa Alina, please lock on to my IFF, and slave your nav system to mine. Once we have exited this system, you are to erase all traces of this system from your nav banks."

"Wait, slave navigation systems, delete Navigational Info, why? What is so secret about this place? Why didn't you give us the co-ordinates."

The Captain eyed his comm officer edgily. A nod would be all it took to contact Consortium HQ, and get an Escort Ship on station immediately.

Who? Me? Why do you say I am a puppet?



"Wait, slave navigation systems, delete Navigational Info, why? What is so secret about this place? Why didn't you give us the co-ordinates."

The Captain eyed his comm officer edgily. A nod would be all it took to contact Consortium HQ, and get an Escort Ship on station immediately.

"Our world is a hidden one, kept secret from the outside world in case of a sisuation similar to the one we find ourselves in now."

"Now, please slave your nav systems and we can be on our way there."

"Our world is a hidden one, kept secret from the outside world in case of a sisuation similar to the one we find ourselves in now."

"Now, please slave your nav systems and we can be on our way there."

"Hold one second please."

The captain turned to his comm officer, and said, "Channel Alpha Five please."

His comm officer nodded and hit a switch, tuning to the HQ Station's Main Frequency.

"Sir, this is Captain Cleto de Silva. We have a customer here requesting us to slave our Navigation Systems to his ship and follow him in to a planet, and then erase it from the Navigation Banks. We are requesting a Clarification of Policy according to Regulation 15:B."

"I copy that de Silva. According to Regulation 16:B Sub-Section 15a, you are to request him to bring the cargo to you. We are sending an Escort Frigate out to stand by to prevent any attempts of piracy."

"Roger that."

The captain turned to his comm officer and nodded his head.

"Contact the Station Pilot."

The comm officer flipped a switch and re-connected to the Station Pilot.

"According to Regulation 16:B, Sub-Section 15a of the Negociando Trading Consortium Book of Laws for Trade and Commerce, we request that you bring the cargo here, where we shall do a quick inspection before transport."

"Hold one second please."

The captain turned to his comm officer, and said, "Channel Alpha Five please."

His comm officer nodded and hit a switch, tuning to the HQ Station's Main Frequency.

"Sir, this is Captain Cleto de Silva. We have a customer here requesting us to slave our Navigation Systems to his ship and follow him in to a planet, and then erase it from the Navigation Banks. We are requesting a Clarification of Policy according to Regulation 15:B."

"I copy that de Silva. According to Regulation 16:B Sub-Section 15a, you are to request him to bring the cargo to you. We are sending an Escort Frigate out to stand by to prevent any attempts of piracy."

"Roger that."

The captain turned to his comm officer and nodded his head.

"Contact the Station Pilot."

The comm officer flipped a switch and re-connected to the Station Pilot.

"According to Regulation 16:B, Sub-Section 15a of the Negociando Trading Consortium Book of Laws for Trade and Commerce, we request that you bring the cargo here, where we shall do a quick inspection before transport."

"Well, this is...un-orthodox."

The pilot stopped and thought.

"Well, I can see why you are saying no, and guess I have no choice."

"<This is Station Pilot John Archer, our Hauler is requesting js to bring the cargo to him according to some Regulation in their Law books over Trade and whatever.>"

"<We copy, cargo is coming now.>"

The tug jumped to the spot with the requisite cargo containers.

"We have brought them here. Please load them up."

Who? Me? Why do you say I am a puppet?



"Wait, slave navigation systems, delete Navigational Info, why? What is so secret about this place? Why didn't you give us the co-ordinates."

The Captain eyed his comm officer edgily. A nod would be all it took to contact Consortium HQ, and get an Escort Ship on station immediately.
yes you.

"Well, this is...un-orthodox."

The pilot stopped and thought.

"Well, I can see why you are saying no, and guess I have no choice."

"<This is Station Pilot John Archer, our Hauler is requesting js to bring the cargo to him according to some Regulation in their Law books over Trade and whatever.>"

"<We copy, cargo is coming now.>"

The tug jumped to the spot with the requisite cargo containers.

"We have brought them here. Please load them up."

"Roger that, loading is in progress."

The containers were taken aboard, where they were carefully inspected. Nothing out of the ordinary was discovered, and the containers where loaded into position.

"I wonder why the Nova Guys where so jumpy, it doesn't make sense," The cargo engineer remarked as he watched the containers load in.

"Who knows, they must have some reason to want these goods to be delivered descretely," the first officer said.

"Well, they are TAP'ian citizens, and TAP is at war with the recepients. Probably don't want their government to know about the shipments," The captain said as he came down the stairs."

"Probably right sir," the First Officer responded, as the Cargo Engineer nodded.

The ship spun up it's Hyperdrive, and made way to it's first location, Maten National City.

yes you.

Why do you say I am a puppet? Who am I a puppet of? This doesn't make sense.

"Roger that, loading is in progress."

The containers were taken aboard, where they were carefully inspected. Nothing out of the ordinary was discovered, and the containers where loaded into position.

"I wonder why the Nova Guys where so jumpy, it doesn't make sense," The cargo engineer remarked as he watched the containers load in.

"Who knows, they must have some reason to want these goods to be delivered descretely," the first officer said.

"Well, they are TAP'ian citizens, and TAP is at war with the recepients. Probably don't want their government to know about the shipments," The captain said as he came down the stairs."

"Probably right sir," the First Officer responded, as the Cargo Engineer nodded.

The ship spun up it's Hyperdrive, and made way to it's first location, Maten National City.

The two TAP'ian ships sat and watched as the ship left. As soon as it was gone, they switched out from their Nova Co. IFF, and back to a TAP'ian IFF.

"Sir, the football is in play."

"Roger that, loading is in progress."

The containers were taken aboard, where they were carefully inspected. Nothing out of the ordinary was discovered, and the containers where loaded into position.

"I wonder why the Nova Guys where so jumpy, it doesn't make sense," The cargo engineer remarked as he watched the containers load in.

"Who knows, they must have some reason to want these goods to be delivered descretely," the first officer said.

"Well, they are TAP'ian citizens, and TAP is at war with the recepients. Probably don't want their government to know about the shipments," The captain said as he came down the stairs."

"Probably right sir," the First Officer responded, as the Cargo Engineer nodded.

The ship spun up it's Hyperdrive, and made way to it's first location, Maten National City.

OOC :
Letme give you a quick runthrough . You cant just go to my capital city because all routes to it are FTLi . You have to pass through my FTLi borders first ...

IC :

Upon reaching 10 lighyears from the FTLi Border checkpoint , the incomming vessel was halted by an Interdicter Cruiser flanked by 2 VictoryII Star Destroyers and 4 Carrack Cruisers .

The Carrack Cruiser glided forward and dispatched 2 TIE Interceptors who immediately flew around the vessel as the Cruiser started scanning the incomming vessel .

A message was sent to them .

"Warning , you are about to enter Imperial territory . All intruders will be shot without warning . Identify yourself and state your purpose . Prepare to be boarded ..."

OOC :
Letme give you a quick runthrough . You cant just go to my capital city because all routes to it are FTLi . You have to pass through my FTLi borders first ...

IC :

Upon reaching 10 lighyears from the FTLi Border checkpoint , the incomming vessel was halted by an Interdicter Cruiser flanked by 2 VictoryII Star Destroyers and 4 Carrack Cruisers .

The Carrack Cruiser glided forward and dispatched 2 TIE Interceptors who immediately flew around the vessel as the Cruiser started scanning the incomming vessel .

A message was sent to them .

"Warning , you are about to enter Imperial territory . All intruders will be shot without warning . Identify yourself and state your purpose . Prepare to be boarded ..."

OOC: Understood. I was not aware of your laws.

IC
The ship popped out of Hyperspace at the border of Mationbuds, and slowed to a halt.

"Sensors, what are the readings on these vessels?"

"We have an Interdictor, twin Vic Star Deuces, and 4 Carrack Cruisers." the sensor man replied as he adjusted his scope.

"Sir, Defense Teams report that the Incoming Carrack has released two Squints."

"Sir, message incoming."

"On speakers."

As they listened to the message, the captain shrugged, no where in the regs did it say he had to refuse a boarding, and their scans didn't say anything about materials hazardous to Life, so he nodded.

"This is the Negociando Trading Consortium vessel Santa Alina, captained by Cleto de Silva we have a load of Electronics from the Nova Company bound for the planets of Mationbuds. Boarding teams are asked according to Regualtion 245 Section C to use Docking Ring 4, and to send over a crew including no more than four soldiers. As long as you are onboard our vessel, we ask that you refrain from threatening our people according to Article 7 of the Laws of International Trade and Commerce. If anything is discovered to be harmful, it shall be handed over to you in accordance with Article 2 of the aforementioned Laws, to be disposed of as you would like.

Also, according to Article 15, a team of no more then four engineers are to accompany your forces for as long as they are on this ship.

If at anytime, we feel you have broken our laws, you will be asked to remove yourselves from this ship, and your nation will be given a Red Listing, indicating it to be hostile to trade, and requiring an Escort Frigate to accompany any and all vessels who conduct future trade with your nation."

OOC: Understood. I was not aware of your laws.

IC
The ship popped out of Hyperspace at the border of Mationbuds, and slowed to a halt.

"Sensors, what are the readings on these vessels?"

"We have an Interdictor, twin Vic Star Deuces, and 4 Carrack Cruisers." the sensor man replied as he adjusted his scope.

"Sir, Defense Teams report that the Incoming Carrack has released two Squints."

"Sir, message incoming."

"On speakers."

As they listened to the message, the captain shrugged, no where in the regs did it say he had to refuse a boarding, and their scans didn't say anything about materials hazardous to Life, so he nodded.

"This is the Negociando Trading Consortium vessel Santa Alina, captained by Cleto de Silva we have a load of Electronics from the Nova Company bound for the planets of Mationbuds. Boarding teams are asked according to Regualtion 245 Section C to use Docking Ring 4, and to send over a crew including no more than four soldiers. As long as you are onboard our vessel, we ask that you refrain from threatening our people according to Article 7 of the Laws of International Trade and Commerce. If anything is discovered to be harmful, it shall be handed over to you in accordance with Article 2 of the aforementioned Laws, to be disposed of as you would like.

Also, according to Article 15, a team of no more then four engineers are to accompany your forces for as long as they are on this ship.

If at anytime, we feel you have broken our laws, you will be asked to remove yourselves from this ship, and your nation will be given a Red Listing, indicating it to be hostile to trade, and requiring an Escort Frigate to accompany any and all vessels who conduct future trade with your nation."

"This is the MIN Dark . We acknowledge and will be sending over the team now . OUT ."

From the starboard side of the VictoryII Star Destroyer's landing bay , a Gamma Class Assult Shuttle flanked by 2 TIE Interceptors . The shuttle flew over and docked as 4 Imperial Stormtroopers and 4 Inspecotors boarded with a list of dangerous materials/goods .

The lead inspector spoke up .

"Where are the goods ?"

"This is the MIN Dark . We acknowledge and will be sending over the team now . OUT ."

From the starboard side of the VictoryII Star Destroyer's landing bay , a Gamma Class Assult Shuttle flanked by 2 TIE Interceptors . The shuttle flew over and docked as 4 Imperial Stormtroopers and 4 Inspecotors boarded with a list of dangerous materials/goods .

The lead inspector spoke up .

"Where are the goods ?"

OOC: the ship looks like this
http://www.chinfo.navy.mil/navpalib/policy/vision/vis00/p55-a.gif

And you arrived at docking bay four, which is in the command tower with the bridge.

IC
The captain stepped forward as the party was escorted in to the bridge.

"Welcome, to the Santa Alina. I am Captain de Silva. Please, follow me."

The Captain led the inspectors down to a staiwell and into the cargo hold of the vessel.

"The cargo containers where placed near the front so that we could unload them even quicker. Our ship is fairly large, so this tram will take us to the front."

The captain reached the tram and pressed a button, opening the doors.

"If nothing is amiss, will we be able to set down in a Waterport, or will we need to send out our runabout to deliver the cargo?"

On the deck, the runabout was readied, and fuel lines where connected. The crew stepped aboard, and began the pre-flight checklist, just in case.

OOC: the ship looks like this
http://www.chinfo.navy.mil/navpalib/policy/vision/vis00/p55-a.gif

And you arrived at docking bay four, which is in the command tower with the bridge.

IC
The captain stepped forward as the party was escorted in to the bridge.

"Welcome, to the Santa Alina. I am Captain de Silva. Please, follow me."

The Captain led the inspectors down to a staiwell and into the cargo hold of the vessel.

"The cargo containers where placed near the front so that we could unload them even quicker. Our ship is fairly large, so this tram will take us to the front."

The captain reached the tram and pressed a button, opening the doors.

"If nothing is amiss, will we be able to set down in a Waterport, or will we need to send out our runabout to deliver the cargo?"

On the deck, the runabout was readied, and fuel lines where connected. The crew stepped aboard, and began the pre-flight checklist, just in case.


IC :

As they moved down the cargo crates , the scanners began beeping , indicating that something was amiss .

The chief inspector stepped forward and raised a hand for silence .

"Apparently there is somthing within these boxes that are classified Red Threat level . This is known as a weapon of war or one that causes immense damage . "

He raised up a com-link and transmitted the code-red signal to base , which dispatched 2 Imperial MKIII Star Destroyers and 4 VictoryII Star Destroyers to surround the transport vessel .

"I am sorry but we have to confiscate and destroy the cargo immediately ."

IC :

As they moved down the cargo crates , the scanners began beeping , indicating that something was amiss .

The chief inspector stepped forward and raised a hand for silence .

"Apparently there is somthing within these boxes that are classified Red Threat level . This is known as a weapon of war or one that causes immense damage . "

He raised up a com-link and transmitted the code-red signal to base , which dispatched 2 Imperial MKIII Star Destroyers and 4 VictoryII Star Destroyers to surround the transport vessel .

"I am sorry but we have to confiscate and destroy the cargo immediately ."

The captain blanched as the scanner beeped, and turned to look at his cargo chief.

"May we ask what it is that we missed, and how to scan for it so that we can prevent it from being shipped with us again?"

All the while, the cargo chief began preperations to move the marerials into Mationbuds custody.

IC :

As they moved down the cargo crates , the scanners began beeping , indicating that something was amiss .

The chief inspector stepped forward and raised a hand for silence .

"Apparently there is somthing within these boxes that are classified Red Threat level . This is known as a weapon of war or one that causes immense damage . "

He raised up a com-link and transmitted the code-red signal to base , which dispatched 2 Imperial MKIII Star Destroyers and 4 VictoryII Star Destroyers to surround the transport vessel .

"I am sorry but we have to confiscate and destroy the cargo immediately ."

OOC:
How did you discover those, they where de-activated to prevent detection and would scan as just random electrical equipment.

OOC:
How did you discover those, they where de-activated to prevent detection and would scan as just random electrical equipment.

OOC :

We have their physical and other data structures . Simply by passing a scanner over them they will be discovered ...

OOC :

We have their physical and other data structures . Simply by passing a scanner over them they will be discovered ...

OOC: *Shrugs* works for me.

IC
A signal was sent out. It was early, but the people of fleet com had their hopes high when they set the timer for the signal.

Beep-BeBeep-BeBeBeBeep-Beep-BeeBeep-Bep-BeBeep

It reached the first swarm on schedule.

Their orders were to wait several minutes before they began to consume, to prevent the accidental consumption of a Negociando Trading vessel.

The nano bots powered up, and formed a large eye, scanning the people visible after it slipped out of the container.

OOC: *Shrugs* works for me.

IC
A signal was sent out. It was early, but the people of fleet com had their hopes high when they set the timer for the signal.

Beep-BeBeep-BeBeBeBeep-Beep-BeeBeep-Bep-BeBeep

It reached the first swarm on schedule.

Their orders were to wait several minutes before they began to consume, to prevent the accidental consumption of a Negociando Trading vessel.

The nano bots powered up, and formed a large eye, scanning the people visible after it slipped out of the container.

IC :

The Inspector had already quarrantined the nano-bots boxes in a huge crate that was held in place and securely held by Gravitic Wedges while singularity vaccums were inserted in and nano-bots sucked into nothingness ...

IC :

The Inspector had already quarrantined the nano-bots boxes in a huge crate that was held in place and securely held by Gravitic Wedges while singularity vaccums were inserted in and nano-bots sucked into nothingness ...

OOC: ohhhhhhh no no no no. Remeber, this is a beauracracy, you have to much to do to take charge of this cargo, namely Form 156-C, Lawful Transference of Cargo to an Authority of the Intended Destination. It is thirty pages long of fine print. Imagine the Vogons from Hitchhiker's Guide and make them slightly more efficient with their paperwork, and you have the Negociando Trading Consortium.

IC
The captain clicked his comlink on, and contacted his on-board Legal Team.

"We have a form that you have to fill out before you are allowed to legally take charge of this cargo under Article 5 of our Laws of International Trade. We have a confrence room, where you may fill out the requisite forms. There, you will have complimentary Cofee and Donoughts brought to you as you work to fill out the forms." The captain motioned back towards the bridge, "Please, follow me."

In the confrence room just off the bridge, the Legal Team had the paper work layed out, and pens were at the ready for the men to sign. Digi-Flimsi's with cross refrences on the laws were prepared for them, and several Cabin Hands were ready to assist the inspectors.

OOC: ohhhhhhh no no no no. Remeber, this is a beauracracy, you have to much to do to take charge of this cargo, namely Form 156-C, Lawful Transference of Cargo to an Authority of the Intended Destination. It is thirty pages long of fine print. Imagine the Vogons from Hitchhiker's Guide and make them slightly more efficient with their paperwork, and you have the Negociando Trading Consortium.

IC
The captain clicked his comlink on, and contacted his on-board Legal Team.

"We have a form that you have to fill out before you are allowed to legally take charge of this cargo under Article 5 of our Laws of International Trade. We have a confrence room, where you may fill out the requisite forms. There, you will have complimentary Cofee and Donoughts brought to you as you work to fill out the forms." The captain motioned back towards the bridge, "Please, follow me."

In the confrence room just off the bridge, the Legal Team had the paper work layed out, and pens were at the ready for the men to sign. Digi-Flimsi's with cross refrences on the laws were prepared for them, and several Cabin Hands were ready to assist the inspectors.


OOC :
Lol .

IC :

The Inspector Team slowly followed the captain to the bridge and signed all the legal doccuments after carefully reading them .

Then now since the cargo was rightfully theirs , they signalled back to the ships for more hands and 5 Gamma Shuttles carrying impoundment equipment were dispatched .

The equipment was attached to the cargo crates , thus preventing the nano bots from escaping and they were transported over to the shuttles to be taken straight to incineration in a far away system by a foreign company ...

OOC :
Lol .

IC :

The Inspector Team slowly followed the captain to the bridge and signed all the legal doccuments after carefully reading them .

Then now since the cargo was rightfully theirs , they signalled back to the ships for more hands and 5 Gamma Shuttles carrying impoundment equipment were dispatched .

The equipment was attached to the cargo crates , thus preventing the nano bots from escaping and they were transported over to the shuttles to be taken straight to incineration in a far away system by a foreign company ...

The team was too late. During the time that they where within the captain's bridge, the nannots had escaped. Enough had stayed behind to maintain a positive reading, but many had left. The nanites made their way through the air to the mationbuds forces, and maneuvered their way into the breathing path, letting themselves get inhaled by the enemies

OOC: Note: these things are the size of large molecules or small viruses.

The team was too late. During the time that they where within the captain's bridge, the nannots had escaped. Enough had stayed behind to maintain a positive reading, but many had left. The nanites made their way through the air to the mationbuds forces, and maneuvered their way into the breathing path, letting themselves get inhaled by the enemies

OOC: Note: these things are the size of large molecules or small viruses.

OOC :

Then I wish to dispute this . Since they're bots , they have to be able to be destroyed by EMP pulses , and simply by wearing advanced filtration equipment they could be prevented from entering one's body ...

OOC: They're nanite; they can probably eat through most normal equipment as it is. And it's not as if they're big enough for you to really see anyway.

OOC: They're nanite; they can probably eat through most normal equipment as it is. And it's not as if they're big enough for you to really see anyway.


OOC :

Even so they should be able to be knocked out by EMP waves .

OOC: Why would you be EMPing stuff in the first place? It goes both ways: EMP there stuff to disable it and your no longer works either. It doesn't really make sense that you'd have EMP ready and would be actively utilizing it unless within a contained area to keep the collatoral damage from EMP affects to 0.

OOC: Why would you be EMPing stuff in the first place? It goes both ways: EMP there stuff to disable it and your no longer works either. It doesn't really make sense that you'd have EMP ready and would be actively utilizing it unless within a contained area to keep the collatoral damage from EMP affects to 0.

Yes but I know its still on the trading vessel . So I just EMP it and recompensate the trading consortium their cash and equipment later on .

Yes but I know its still on the trading vessel . So I just EMP it and recompensate the trading consortium their cash and equipment later on .
You know it's one the trading vessel once you get inside to inspect it; outside scans would never find it even IF, and that's a big IF, the trading consortium didn't have it in some way shielded. Within those boxes, the nanites are safe from EMP, because it makes sense that senseative electrical equipment would be protected from that kind of mishap. If your EMP managed to get through that, then in all likelihood you'd have to get the consortium a new ship because you just permanetly disabled their old one.

So yeah, it's not likely a random EMP blast would work in this case.

You know it's one the trading vessel once you get inside to inspect it; outside scans would never find it even IF, and that's a big IF, the trading consortium didn't have it in some way shielded. Within those boxes, the nanites are safe from EMP, because it makes sense that senseative electrical equipment would be protected from that kind of mishap. If your EMP managed to get through that, then in all likelihood you'd have to get the consortium a new ship because you just permanetly disabled their old one.

So yeah, it's not likely a random EMP blast would work in this case.

True words , but it wont just be a random blast . It will be a concentrated one which will permanantly disable the ship . We will get them an even better one if it helps to solve the threat . And for this TAP will pay severely ...

OOC: Sure, go ahead and do that. However, it doesn't stop the nanites from infected your personnel, and then possibly infecting your ship. Then you have to EMP that ship, which might not kill all of the little bastards, so you have two seemingly-disabled ships crawling with gray goo, till then ships come to investigate and then get infected themselves. The long and short of it is: if you accept the premise of nanites, then you're not getting out of this without taking some losses.

OOC: Sure, go ahead and do that. However, it doesn't stop the nanites from infected your personnel, and then possibly infecting your ship. Then you have to EMP that ship, which might not kill all of the little bastards, so you have two seemingly-disabled ships crawling with gray goo, till then ships come to investigate and then get infected themselves. The long and short of it is: if you accept the premise of nanites, then you're not getting out of this without taking some losses.

Yes , but seeing that EMP does not affect personel , we can effectively EMP the trading ships multiple times with concentrated EMP blasts from advanced EMP generators , that should kill off all the little bastards .

It depends , you dont have to always post losses if you can find a way around it ...

If you kill the life support, it does affect them. And EMP does not travel in a straight line; it can go through shit. So you have to have your EMP generators, and the ships containing them, shielded. And then you have to get fairly close (EMP is not exactly the longest ranged thing int he world), and... jus tregardless EMPing is not the end all solution in this case.

Also it seems to me like you're going out of your way to avoid the idea of taking losses by finding your way around them, which I recommend you stop if you value this RP.

If you kill the life support, it does affect them. And EMP does not travel in a straight line; it can go through shit. So you have to have your EMP generators, and the ships containing them, shielded. And then you have to get fairly close (EMP is not exactly the longest ranged thing int he world), and... jus tregardless EMPing is not the end all solution in this case.

Also it seems to me like you're going out of your way to avoid the idea of taking losses by finding your way around them, which I recommend you stop if you value this RP.

OOC :
True , at most we'll loose the inspectors and the trading men , but they will be all thouroughly compensated .

OCC:i think we should retcon the entire war. it is pointless now. Let everything go back to the way it was. If veryone here actualy involved in the RP agrees,(MB,TAP, and Negociando then we shall do this. Mb you shuold have no problem with this since its just like when you retconned the CW invasion. and TAP, you already left the main thread anyway, so whats the problem, and Take your pupet with you.

Yes but I know its still on the trading vessel . So I just EMP it and recompensate the trading consortium their cash and equipment later on .

OOC: OHHHhhh no no no. EMP equals massive law sui going into your nation for the cost of every piece of cargo onboard.

Also, you do not yet know it is TAP IC'ly. We said it was from the Nova Company.All you know is that they are nanites.

IC: The Cargo Chief disabled the magnetic locks on the containers, and activated the mag levs to move them into open space where the Mationbuds forces could take them over.

OCC:i think we should retcon the entire war. it is pointless now. Let everything go back to the way it was. If veryone here actualy involved in the RP agrees,(MB,TAP, and Negociando then we shall do this. Mb you shuold have no problem with this since its just like when you retconned the CW invasion. and TAP, you already left the main thread anyway, so whats the problem, and Take your pupet with you.

I liked your peace plan better. Just know however, that I will be creating an extremist group, the Nova Company, who are going to continue attacks against you guys. I will post some IC stuff about the Nova Company being wanted for violation of whatever treaty we may sign, and then they will break off and I will keep the RP going here.

OOC: OHHHhhh no no no. EMP equals massive law sui going into your nation for the cost of every piece of cargo onboard.

Also, you do not yet know it is TAP IC'ly. We said it was from the Nova Company.All you know is that they are nanites.

IC: The Cargo Chief disabled the magnetic locks on the containers, and activated the mag levs to move them into open space where the Mationbuds forces could take them over.

OOC :
LOL . Once I know their chemical and physical structures , they are immediately known to be from TAP because he's the only one to have used it ...

And dont forget , we can pay for every bit of cargo in that ship . Hell, we could even buy all the stocks and takeover this consortium ...

IC :

The Imperial Star Destroyer had already radioed for reinforcements , which came in the form of a Sovereign Class Super Star Destroyer which was fitted with the latest equipment .

It began charging up its EMP Pulse generators and beamed a message over to the trading vessel .

"Prepare to be EMPed . You are in Imperial territory and must abide by Imperial laws . Act 4 Section Zeta specifically states that all Imperial vessels have the authorithy to hold and conduct appropriate measures against foreign vessels in Imperial space ."

OOC :
LOL . Once I know their chemical and physical structures , they are immediately known to be from TAP because he's the only one to have used it ...

And dont forget , we can pay for every bit of cargo in that ship . Hell, we could even buy all the stocks and takeover this consortium ...

IC :

The Imperial Star Destroyer had already radioed for reinforcements , which came in the form of a Sovereign Class Super Star Destroyer which was fitted with the latest equipment .

It began charging up its EMP Pulse generators and beamed a message over to the trading vessel .

"Prepare to be EMPed . You are in Imperial territory and must abide by Imperial laws . Act 4 Section Zeta specifically states that all Imperial vessels have the authorithy to hold and conduct appropriate measures against foreign vessels in Imperial space ."


OOC: FYI, there are no stocks with the consortium. This nation is one hundred percent privately owned.

Also, why are you sending this thing after us. As far as you know, the nanites are still inactive.

IC
The Captain looked at the massive ship, and his mind went blank.

"My god..."

His XO lept into action, "Get us into neutral space. That vessel could kill us if it EMP's us."

The comm officer flipped a switch and sent a communique to the massive SSD.

<This is the Santa Alina. Our Shielding is not strong enough to protect us from an EMP burst of that size. Should the Santa Alina be hit with that EMP generator, all aboard will be killed, as the EMP blast will cause sudden nerve trauma that will end in all beings on board this vessel becoming brain dead.>

Meanwhile, the Crew Chief was quickly dumping the Nova Company containers into space, using their force to help push the freighter into neutral space.

Unbeknownst to the crew, the captain had used a wireless net connection to contact the Negociando Escort Patrol Office, and two Escort Frigates where arrivng as the Santa Alina fled from Mationbuds space.

OCC: TAP, that would be a big mistake. I am currently at my highest power. I have yet to reach my full hieght. My navy is at ts largest ever, my imperial gaurd has just increaced in size by 250%. It would be a very big mistake. and what woulkd you attack? each of my planet have atleast 20 defence platfroms (with 100 heavy turbolasers each) in orbit.

OOC: FYI, there are no stocks with the consortium. This nation is one hundred percent privately owned.

Also, why are you sending this thing after us. As far as you know, the nanites are still inactive.

IC
The Captain looked at the massive ship, and his mind went blank.

"My god..."

His XO lept into action, "Get us into neutral space. That vessel could kill us if it EMP's us."

The comm officer flipped a switch and sent a communique to the massive SSD.

<This is the Santa Alina. Our Shielding is not strong enough to protect us from an EMP burst of that size. Should the Santa Alina be hit with that EMP generator, all aboard will be killed, as the EMP blast will cause sudden nerve trauma that will end in all beings on board this vessel becoming brain dead.>

Meanwhile, the Crew Chief was quickly dumping the Nova Company containers into space, using their force to help push the freighter into neutral space.

Unbeknownst to the crew, the captain had used a wireless net connection to contact the Negociando Escort Patrol Office, and two Escort Frigates where arrivng as the Santa Alina fled from Mationbuds space.


IC :

The Super Star Destroyer acknowledged and it too radioed for support which came in the form of the slightly smaller but still large at 19km Enslaver Class Super Star Destroyer which tractor locked the Crates in place while the Sovereign SSD escorted the consotrium vessel to Imperial Outer Garrison 02 to be held for further inspections and ... questionings .

The 2 Escort Frigates were met by a massive Wraith Super Star Destroyer which tractored them into port with the aid of several other Star Destroyers ...

The Wanderjarian Imperial Navy, seeing the worthlessness of this fight, was ordered to turn around, and go home.


(OOC: This whole thing is a mass of bickering, and wankery. Lets just cease it now, or make a new thread, restarting it.)

IC :

The Super Star Destroyer acknowledged and it too radioed for support which came in the form of the slightly smaller but still large at 19km Enslaver Class Super Star Destroyer which tractor locked the Crates in place while the Sovereign SSD escorted the consotrium vessel to Imperial Outer Garrison 02 to be held for further inspections and ... questionings .

The 2 Escort Frigates were met by a massive Wraith Super Star Destroyer which tractored them into port with the aid of several other Star Destroyers ...

OOC: You need to state that you are going to order the Santa Alina to go to the base, otherwise, it will simply continue out of you borders, where the Escort Frigates are waiting, and Jump home. Therefore, I am ignoring your comment about escorting the Santa Alina and the Escort Frigates to your base.

Also, until the Escort Frigates arrive inside you territory, you cannot molest them.

IC
The Santa Alina had finally broken free of the FTLi barrier, and made a run for it. Beside her, two of the small Escort Frigates hit full reverse, and shadowed her departure.

OOC: You need to state that you are going to order the Santa Alina to go to the base, otherwise, it will simply continue out of you borders, where the Escort Frigates are waiting, and Jump home. Therefore, I am ignoring your comment about escorting the Santa Alina and the Escort Frigates to your base.

Also, until the Escort Frigates arrive inside you territory, you cannot molest them.

IC
The Santa Alina had finally broken free of the FTLi barrier, and made a run for it. Beside her, two of the small Escort Frigates hit full reverse, and shadowed her departure.

OOC :
You cant just break free of a nearly 1 lightyear FTLi barrier surrounding the SSD ...

IC :

The Super Star Destroyers ordered the Santa Alina to change course and head towards a given trajectory . If they dared to even venture a klick from the given trajectory , tractor beams would hold on tight to the trading vessel and forcefully lug it back to base .

When the 2 escort frigates were to emerge from hyperspace , they would see a fleet of Star Destroyers and Interdictor Cruisers waiting for them ...

OOC :
You cant just break free of a nearly 1 lightyear FTLi barrier surrounding the SSD ...

IC :

The Super Star Destroyers ordered the Santa Alina to change course and head towards a given trajectory . If they dared to even venture a klick from the given trajectory , tractor beams would hold on tight to the trading vessel and forcefully lug it back to base .

When the 2 escort frigates were to emerge from hyperspace , they would see a fleet of Star Destroyers and Interdictor Cruisers waiting for them ...

"What do we do captain?" the comms officer asked after the message was played.

"I don't know, if anything that the TAP'ians have spread across the net is correct, then we are toast," the captain stated.

"Sir, perhaps we could try to activate our ECM Suite."

"No, it wasn't operational yet. This wasw supposed to be a simple delivery of goods, not something this bad." the captain hung his head, "Do what hey say. I am going to send out a message asking the Consortium to allow our families to continue living on the Ring."

The navigator nodded, and suppressed a twitch of fear. He turned the Command Yoke, and steered the vessel onto the trajectory.

Out beyond the Hyperspace FTLi barrier, the Escort Frigates popped out of Hyperspace.

(OOC: the ships look like this
http://www.shipschematics.net/yamato/images/edf/frigate_airone.jpg
Most of my ships are going to be Space Battleship Yamato based)

The Captain of the lead Frigate, the Santa Elmo, looked out at the Freighter, and gulped.

"This is Captain Enrique de Toya of the Santa Elmo, requesting that the nation of Mationbuds release our vessel, the Santa Alina," his voice was riddled with fear of the massive vessels in front of him.

Secret IC

On the vessel owned by the Nova Company, a message was played across the speakers.

"Sir, the mission has been compromised."

"Yes, I know, gather what nanites we have and prepare them for aerial distribution."

"Yes sir."

The man who had addressed the leader of the Nova Company left and ran to the center of the ship, where the Hanger Bay was located.

Inside was a single Tesserct Jumper, one "Liberated" from the TAP'ian Black Ops Corps.

Beside it, where several tanks, each of which had bio-hazard markers splashed everywhere.

A team of engineers where working on installing a new Stygium Claoking Device in addition to the Alterran and Romulan Cloakers. The ECM suite, had been actively tested, and the ship was covered in special composite materials, ones designed to absorb most forms of Sensory Signals, including those designed for use by Imperial Naval Vessels.

"Place the Nanite Canisters in the spray nozzels. I want this thing up and ready as soon as possible. Also, include a Sub-Atomic Detonator in the event that it is detected, I want it to blow to bits. We will just have to find a new one if that is the case."


Onboard the Roosevelt, a representative from the Domestic Security Division stepped into the Holo Chamber Control Center.

"What can I do for Agent?" the Admiral's adjucnt asked, looking out at the stars beyond his bridge.

"Sir, we have reason to believe that the Nova Company is breaking away from the Fleet."

"Send a Sweeper team to the USS Nova, secure it, bring the people in for queastioning."

As the adjunct spoke, an alarm went off

"What is going on out there?" the Admiral called out.

"Sir, we have just received an IFF signal that does not measure up to anything we have in our databases."

"WHAT!? Where did it come from?"

"Sir, it came from the Nova, as well as the Nebulon, and now the Quasar."

"Sir, the ships have jumped," she looked up, "They're gone."

Secret IC

On the vessel owned by the Nova Company, a message was played across the speakers.

"Sir, the mission has been compromised."

"Yes, I know, gather what nanites we have and prepare them for aerial distribution."

"Yes sir."

The man who had addressed the leader of the Nova Company left and ran to the center of the ship, where the Hanger Bay was located.

Inside was a single Tesserct Jumper, one "Liberated" from the TAP'ian Black Ops Corps.

Beside it, where several tanks, each of which had bio-hazard markers splashed everywhere.

A team of engineers where working on installing a new Stygium Claoking Device in addition to the Alterran and Romulan Cloakers. The ECM suite, had been actively tested, and the ship was covered in special composite materials, ones designed to absorb most forms of Sensory Signals, including those designed for use by Imperial Naval Vessels.

"Place the Nanite Canisters in the spray nozzels. I want this thing up and ready as soon as possible. Also, include a Sub-Atomic Detonator in the event that it is detected, I want it to blow to bits. We will just have to find a new one if that is the case."


Onboard the Roosevelt, a representative from the Domestic Security Division stepped into the Holo Chamber Control Center.

"What can I do for Agent?" the Admiral's adjucnt asked, looking out at the stars beyond his bridge.

"Sir, we have reason to believe that the Nova Company is breaking away from the Fleet."

"Send a Sweeper team to the USS Nova, secure it, bring the people in for queastioning."

As the adjunct spoke, an alarm went off

"What is going on out there?" the Admiral called out.

"Sir, we have just received an IFF signal that does not measure up to anything we have in our databases."

"WHAT!? Where did it come from?"

"Sir, it came from the Nova, as well as the Nebulon, and now the Quasar."

"Sir, the ships have jumped," she looked up, "They're gone."


IC :

The crates which were securely held in place by Gravitic Inhibitors and Tractor beams was thoroughly EMPed , thus frying all the nanites before 2 Singularity Shells were fired into the midst of them , sucking all the now useless nanites into nothingness ...

"What do we do captain?" the comms officer asked after the message was played.

"I don't know, if anything that the TAP'ians have spread across the net is correct, then we are toast," the captain stated.

"Sir, perhaps we could try to activate our ECM Suite."

"No, it wasn't operational yet. This wasw supposed to be a simple delivery of goods, not something this bad." the captain hung his head, "Do what hey say. I am going to send out a message asking the Consortium to allow our families to continue living on the Ring."

The navigator nodded, and suppressed a twitch of fear. He turned the Command Yoke, and steered the vessel onto the trajectory.

Out beyond the Hyperspace FTLi barrier, the Escort Frigates popped out of Hyperspace.

(OOC: the ships look like this
http://www.shipschematics.net/yamato/images/edf/frigate_airone.jpg
Most of my ships are going to be Space Battleship Yamato based)

The Captain of the lead Frigate, the Santa Elmo, looked out at the Freighter, and gulped.

"This is Captain Enrique de Toya of the Santa Elmo, requesting that the nation of Mationbuds release our vessel, the Santa Alina," his voice was riddled with fear of the massive vessels in front of him.


IC :

The Enslaver SSD escorted the Santa Alina to port to await thoroyugh searching and some brief ... questioning .

Meanwhile the lead Star Destroyer cruised forward , enveloping both escort frigates in an FTLi field .

"This is the MIN Relentless . You are ordered to follow us to port for questioning and searching . It is believed that the cargo the Santa Alina was carrying was ... threathening . It is also believed that there is a potential danger lurking in this area ."

IC :

The Enslaver SSD escorted the Santa Alina to port to await thoroyugh searching and some brief ... questioning .

Meanwhile the lead Star Destroyer cruised forward , enveloping both escort frigates in an FTLi field .

"This is the MIN Relentless . You are ordered to follow us to port for questioning and searching . It is believed that the cargo the Santa Alina was carrying was ... threathening . It is also believed that there is a potential danger lurking in this area ."

"This is the Santa Elmo to the MIN Relentless. I am sorry to inform you that you are not within legal rights to detain our vessel, as we are currently holding position outside of you definition of the boundries of your space. Also, If your agents signed any paperwork to take over control of the cargo destined for your planets, then you have forfeited any right to blame us for any problems that may have occured. As such, we respetfully request that you release the Santa Alina and return the vessel and crew to our custody."

A lone Tesseract Jumper dropped it's subspace bubble, and dropped out of warp.

"Raise the Stygium Cloak, I don't want to risk anything catching us out here."

"Yes sir."

The two operatives inside the vessel wore suits made of the same material that had been attatched to the hull of the Jumper.

The vessel had arrived at the far edge of the Mationbuds FTLi barrier, and knew that any vessels that had been scanning the area would have noticed their arrival.

"Accellerate to .99c"

"Aye"

the vessel began to accelerate, and scanned for a place where it could enter the Slip Stream, and circumvent the FTLi barrier.

OOC: Note, Stygium Crystal Cloaking technology is what Darth Maul used to sneak around the galaxy. If you have read any of the books, it is cannon that the system is almost impossible to detect.

The Santa Alina followed the instructions of the vessel, and moved to the docking station that the Mationbuds ship had directed it to.

In his cabin, de Silva looked at a holo of his wife and children. His wife was still young and strong, and his twelve and ten year old sons where growing fast. Behind them, came his eight and six year old daughters, and in their mother's arms was their baby brother, born not four months ago.

A tear dripped down his cheek as he thought of them and what would be occuring to them know that he was captured. His uncle would do what he could, but know his family would be sent to Exile City, a city located directly across he Ring that made up the home of Negociando.

On the bridge, his XO stood at attention, his tounge massaging his poison capsule tooth. He had been outfitted with it as part of the Negociando Black Ops teams. If worst came to worst, all he had to do was bite down, and a small doe of Arsenic would flow into his gut and kill him.

Other members of the crew composed letters and sent them off to their loved ones, asking for their families forgiveness for what was about to happen. Still others clutched Rosaries, Crosses, Holy Symbols, what ever their consceince dictated that they prey to.

"This is the Santa Elmo to the MIN Relentless. I am sorry to inform you that you are not within legal rights to detain our vessel, as we are currently holding position outside of you definition of the boundries of your space. Also, If your agents signed any paperwork to take over control of the cargo destined for your planets, then you have forfeited any right to blame us for any problems that may have occured. As such, we respetfully request that you release the Santa Alina and return the vessel and crew to our custody."

The MIN Relentless returned the call :

"Unfortunately it has been found to be carrying highly illegal cargo and thus undr standard Imperial law , it has to be detained and questioned under orders of the Grand Council . As you are trying to obstruct our job and doing it by using a threathening mean , you will also have to be detained . Either by your own will or be ... forcefully detained ."

The Santa Alina followed the instructions of the vessel, and moved to the docking station that the Mationbuds ship had directed it to.

In his cabin, de Silva looked at a holo of his wife and children. His wife was still young and strong, and his twelve and ten year old sons where growing fast. Behind them, came his eight and six year old daughters, and in their mother's arms was their baby brother, born not four months ago.

A tear dripped down his cheek as he thought of them and what would be occuring to them know that he was captured. His uncle would do what he could, but know his family would be sent to Exile City, a city located directly across he Ring that made up the home of Negociando.

On the bridge, his XO stood at attention, his tounge massaging his poison capsule tooth. He had been outfitted with it as part of the Negociando Black Ops teams. If worst came to worst, all he had to do was bite down, and a small doe of Arsenic would flow into his gut and kill him.

Other members of the crew composed letters and sent them off to their loved ones, asking for their families forgiveness for what was about to happen. Still others clutched Rosaries, Crosses, Holy Symbols, what ever their consceince dictated that they prey to.


IC :

As the ship approached the port , tractor beams locked onto it and directed it towards a docking bay . Upon docking , the main atmoshperic doors opened with a hiss as Imperial stormtroopers donned in brilliantly polished white armor and armed with Blaster Rifles stepped forward .

The chief Stormtroper armed with a Disruptor raised it towards the crew and barked a command .

"All hands above your heads and surrender all weapons or prohibited items now ."

The MIN Relentless returned the call :

"Unfortunately it has been found to be carrying highly illegal cargo and thus undr standard Imperial law , it has to be detained and questioned under orders of the Grand Council . As you are trying to obstruct our job and doing it by using a threathening mean , you will also have to be detained . Either by your own will or be ... forcefully detained ."

The captain called up a map of the region, and highlighted his vessel, which was on the outskirts of Mationbuds space, beyond the borders that the Mationbuds government had claimed.

"You cannot touch me without violating international law. Our vessels have come to take custody of the Santa Alina. Also, once a receipient nation has signed over control of the cargo aboard a vessel, then the Consortium may not be blamed for what ever cargo was stored inside."

The captain called up the fifth page of the contract that the Mationbuds people had signed, circling a section.

"Your people signed away the right to blame the Santa Alina for whatever the cargo might have done. As such, you have violated international law by taking the Sanat Alina prisoner."

IC :

As the ship approached the port , tractor beams locked onto it and directed it towards a docking bay . Upon docking , the main atmoshperic doors opened with a hiss as Imperial stormtroopers donned in brilliantly polished white armor and armed with Blaster Rifles stepped forward .

The chief Stormtroper armed with a Disruptor raised it towards the crew and barked a command .

"All hands above your heads and surrender all weapons or prohibited items now ."

The crew did as they where told, at least the non-Black Ops crew members did. The Black Ops members of the crew dropped through smugglers panels and into subdeck walkways, where they could gain acess to archaic weapons.

The ones who couldn't bit down, collapsing the false teeth, and flooding their mouths with arsenic.

The rest of the crew stood shocked, as they watched their XO fall to the ground, dead.

The Captain remained in his confrence room, and had the doors locked. If neccessary, he would activate a detonater, and blow the ship. His family would not be treated well, and might not even be accepted in Exile City, but he would do his job.

The rest of the crew, those in areas not easily accessible from any of the docking rings, locked down their stations, and powered down the ship.

The captain called up a map of the region, and highlighted his vessel, which was on the outskirts of Mationbuds space, beyond the borders that the Mationbuds government had claimed.

"You cannot touch me without violating international law. Our vessels have come to take custody of the Santa Alina. Also, once a receipient nation has signed over control of the cargo aboard a vessel, then the Consortium may not be blamed for what ever cargo was stored inside."

The captain called up the fifth page of the contract that the Mationbuds people had signed, circling a section.

"Your people signed away the right to blame the Santa Alina for whatever the cargo might have done. As such, you have violated international law by taking the Sanat Alina prisoner."


OCC:there isn't any international laws in the NS FT community. he can do as damn well pleases.

OCC:there isn't any international laws in the NS FT community. he can do as damn well pleases.

OOC: I have not sent my warships into his space, so therefore he cannot attack them or order them to do anything. If you don't like it, tough. But we will not listen to his orders so long as we are outside of his territory.

A group of wake angels were swimming through space, floating along as they sought the enrgy signature of a Negociando vessel.

The Consortium had a history of sending out electro-magnetic waves at just the right frequency for the tastes of the Wake Angels.

Now, the pod of energy beings had discovered the energy signature, and swam around the frigates.

"This is the Santa Elmo to the MIN Relentless, we will be sending out an electromagnetic wave with a frequency of 93.685 cm, in the Microwave Spectrum. These creatures around us are called Wake Angels, and are one-hundred percent harmless."

A burst was sent out, and the wake angels danced around it, feeding on the waves that where sent out. It was a beautiful display, as the normally violet creatures turned blue and gold with pleasure as they basked in the em waves.

OOC: I have not sent my warships into his space, so therefore he cannot attack them or order them to do anything. If you don't like it, tough. But we will not listen to his orders so long as we are outside of his territory.


OCC: He can attack them. there isn't some magic barrier that protects your ships if they are outside of his space. like i said, he can open fire if he wants. If I were Mationbuds i would just blast your ships into the next century.

OCC: He can attack them. there isn't some magic barrier that protects your ships if they are outside of his space. like i said, he can open fire if he wants. If I were Mationbuds i would just blast your ships into the next century.

Yes, well, from everything I have seen, you are genocidal, so I would hope that Mationbuds is more level-headed.

The captain called up a map of the region, and highlighted his vessel, which was on the outskirts of Mationbuds space, beyond the borders that the Mationbuds government had claimed.

"You cannot touch me without violating international law. Our vessels have come to take custody of the Santa Alina. Also, once a receipient nation has signed over control of the cargo aboard a vessel, then the Consortium may not be blamed for what ever cargo was stored inside."

The captain called up the fifth page of the contract that the Mationbuds people had signed, circling a section.

"Your people signed away the right to blame the Santa Alina for whatever the cargo might have done. As such, you have violated international law by taking the Sanat Alina prisoner."



The crew did as they where told, at least the non-Black Ops crew members did. The Black Ops members of the crew dropped through smugglers panels and into subdeck walkways, where they could gain acess to archaic weapons.

The ones who couldn't bit down, collapsing the false teeth, and flooding their mouths with arsenic.

The rest of the crew stood shocked, as they watched their XO fall to the ground, dead.

The Captain remained in his confrence room, and had the doors locked. If neccessary, he would activate a detonater, and blow the ship. His family would not be treated well, and might not even be accepted in Exile City, but he would do his job.

The rest of the crew, those in areas not easily accessible from any of the docking rings, locked down their stations, and powered down the ship.


IC :

"True enough . However Section 12 Chapter 5 states that all vessels within 3 lightyears from Imperial Border may be held and detained if the Sector security chief deems necessasary . Therefore we request you power down all systems except life support and be prepared to be detained ."

At the Captain's command the flotilla's Ion Cannons began to charge up ...

=========================================================

The Chief Stormtrooper barked an order , immediately a stormtrooper rushed forward and dragged the ship's XO to the morgue ...

The Stormtrooper Squad Seageant then spoke to the Captain

"We have no ill intentions towards you . You will be released shortly after a brief interrogation . No harm will come if you follow our instructions ."

He then shouted out another command , at which his stormtroopers spread out throughout the vessel , taking into custody all crew members . Those who resisted were stunned and dragged out .

Thorough scans were run and those who were found to be hiding were roughly dragged out . Upon showing any signs of resistance they were stunned . Those who brandished ranged weapons were either stunned or killed on the spot , upon the trooper's sense of danger .

OOC: I have not sent my warships into his space, so therefore he cannot attack them or order them to do anything. If you don't like it, tough. But we will not listen to his orders so long as we are outside of his territory.

OOC :

True , but sheer power can cut through all such "laws" . Just that I choose to be Mr Nice guy now :P

OCC: He can attack them. there isn't some magic barrier that protects your ships if they are outside of his space. like i said, he can open fire if he wants. If I were Mationbuds i would just blast your ships into the next century.

OOC :

Hahas . Lets just play nice first :)

IC :

"True enough . However Section 12 Chapter 5 states that all vessels within 3 lightyears from Imperial Border may be held and detained if the Sector security chief deems necessasary . Therefore we request you power down all systems except life support and be prepared to be detained ."

At the Captain's command the flotilla's Ion Cannons began to charge up ...

=========================================================

The Chief Stormtrooper barked an order , immediately a stormtrooper rushed forward and dragged the ship's XO to the morgue ...

The Stormtrooper Squad Seageant then spoke to the Captain

"We have no ill intentions towards you . You will be released shortly after a brief interrogation . No harm will come if you follow our instructions ."

He then shouted out another command , at which his stormtroopers spread out throughout the vessel , taking into custody all crew members . Those who resisted were stunned and dragged out .

Thorough scans were run and those who were found to be hiding were roughly dragged out . Upon showing any signs of resistance they were stunned . Those who brandished ranged weapons were either stunned or killed on the spot , upon the trooper's sense of danger .

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.


IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

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The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.


IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

=========================================================

The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.


IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

=========================================================

The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.


IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

=========================================================

The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

"Hmmmm......." the captain of the Santa Elmo considered the proposal, and agreed.

"I will follow you. However, the Santa Miguel is needed elsewhere. I must therefore request that you allow it to go and escort a small convoy of our vessels elsewhere."

Looking out at the Wake Angels, he knew that this would turn out alright for the Consortium.


The captain stood up from his chair, and allowed the soldiers to take him away, his internal detonator activated. As long as he was alive, the ship would remain intact, and only his uncle could de-activate the detonator.

"Ummmm...FYI, I have a detonator wired into my body that means that should I die, the Santa Alina will blow. Removal of the detonator from my body will also result in the detonation of the ship's self destruct. Sorry about this, but it is my uncle's anti-piracy policy when it comes to shipping."

The captain looked genuinelly sorry for the thing, but inside, he knew that the detonator was the key to his survival.

Many of the Security guards fell, stunned as they re-acted the way they where trained. A few of them had set up a defensible outpost, and snapped off shots at the incoming soldiers, they all fell, with a message relating to cause-of-death being sent off to the Consortium HQ.

The Black-Ops guys, men specially trained to hide within the ship and repell invaders.

Severa men used eectornic camoflauge to hide within the ductwork, while others hid in the crawlways.

Many of them where caught, not expecting to be searched by actuall government forces. A few however, did manage to hide and unleash no small amount of chaos.

On the lounge deck, any soldiers entering had specialised strobe lights blink on and off, designed to destroy vision, and foul up any kind of electronic vision enhancement.

Those stunned by the light would be dealt with by the twin martial artists sitting within.


IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

=========================================================

The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

Yes, well, from everything I have seen, you are genocidal, so I would hope that Mationbuds is more level-headed.

OCC: we both can be very..... bengin when we want to be. however, do not incurre our wrath. that would be a mistake that you would not be able to fix. he is having a good day, bit rember that he is ruled by the sith, so watch yourself.

IC :

The Flotilla commander carefully considered the request before replying :

"Request accepted . Deactivate all systems now and be prepared to be tractored to port . The Santa Miguel may proceed to the edge of the FTLi field and exit Imperial territory . Out ."

=========================================================

The ship's captain was lead to Cell block B1-B and was kept in there , provided with food , water and the necessasary facilities .

However any details that were attempted to be transmitted unfortunately did not make it through due to the Jamming Machinery in work and were interdicted and destroyed .

Meanwhile the more 'complex' areas of the ships were thoroughly pumped with knock out gas before being raided and the defenders dragged out while in a semi-conscious state but unable for any mobile actions .

Imperial Black Guards also kept routine patrols to weed out any remaining dissidents .

The Santa Miguel moved away, drawing a small group of the wake angels withit.

The Santa Elmo on the other hand, powered down most of it's weapons, defenses, and powered down it's engine to as low as it could, to the point that the emissions kept the wake angels interedted. The Microwave transmitter continued to pump out energy, determined to keep the wake angels near-by.

Crewmen of the Consortium where very superstitous, and should a pod of Wake Angels disappear, then most of the crew would despair immediately, believing themselves doomed.

The captain sat in his cell, and activated the implant in his right eye, reading over Consortium Trade Law, trying desperately to find a way out of the situation he was in.

The messages, while destroyed, where also stored within the ship's database, connected via the localised ShipNet. (OOC: These messages could mean the difference between EXILE and ACCEPTANCE within the Consortium, please don't claim to defeat the one's stored within the ship as well.)

Within an hour, all of the crew were taken into custody.

OOC: Just a little FYI on Negociando Culture, the Consortium runs like one of those old coal mining towns (think Coalwood, West Virginia from October Sky). In those towns, the people would rely on the company for everything. If a family lost it's worker in the mine, the family would be required to either move, or have a new family work for the company. Within the Ring discovered by the Consortium, the capital sits on one part of the inside edge, and the Exile City, home of those who no longer have direct relatives working for the Consortium, is located 180* from the capital. Unlike the hyper-futuristic world of Negociando City, Exile City is at about 1940 something in Tech Level. That is where the families of dead consrtium employees live, unless they fell defending a ship, in which case they are allowed to move into Heroes Memorial Barracks, and given a single room for the family to sleep in, and are given positions within the Consortium.

It is a complicated society.

The Santa Miguel moved away, drawing a small group of the wake angels withit.

The Santa Elmo on the other hand, powered down most of it's weapons, defenses, and powered down it's engine to as low as it could, to the point that the emissions kept the wake angels interedted. The Microwave transmitter continued to pump out energy, determined to keep the wake angels near-by.

Crewmen of the Consortium where very superstitous, and should a pod of Wake Angels disappear, then most of the crew would despair immediately, believing themselves doomed.

The captain sat in his cell, and activated the implant in his right eye, reading over Consortium Trade Law, trying desperately to find a way out of the situation he was in.

The messages, while destroyed, where also stored within the ship's database, connected via the localised ShipNet. (OOC: These messages could mean the difference between EXILE and ACCEPTANCE within the Consortium, please don't claim to defeat the one's stored within the ship as well.)

Within an hour, all of the crew were taken into custody.

OOC: Just a little FYI on Negociando Culture, the Consortium runs like one of those old coal mining towns (think Coalwood, West Virginia from October Sky). In those towns, the people would rely on the company for everything. If a family lost it's worker in the mine, the family would be required to either move, or have a new family work for the company. Within the Ring discovered by the Consortium, the capital sits on one part of the inside edge, and the Exile City, home of those who no longer have direct relatives working for the Consortium, is located 180* from the capital. Unlike the hyper-futuristic world of Negociando City, Exile City is at about 1940 something in Tech Level. That is where the families of dead consrtium employees live, unless they fell defending a ship, in which case they are allowed to move into Heroes Memorial Barracks, and given a single room for the family to sleep in, and are given positions within the Consortium.

It is a complicated society.


IC :

The Captain of the Santa Alina was briefed on his Legal Options and was pressed with 2 intital minor charges which came with a fine of 2 Million credits each . Respectively for carrying of dangerous goods and not declaring their known goods beforehand .

A further charge of intent of causing grevious hurt and damage was brought up but the Sector Judiscritional Chief decided against it on grounds of the Captain carrying the goods unknowingly .

The court was then dismissed and the Captain and crew members told they would be held for 10 days in detention while the Santa Elmo was brought in and detained .

Afterwhich the two would be released with stern warnings and their fines .

Meanwhile =================================================

The Star Destroyers activated their Tractor Beams and slowly dragged the Santa Elmo to port with the aid of the station's own powerful tractor beams .

The crew members and captain were detained for some brief ... questioning .

IC :

The Captain of the Santa Alina was briefed on his Legal Options and was pressed with 2 intital minor charges which came with a fine of 2 Million credits each . Respectively for carrying of dangerous goods and not declaring their known goods beforehand .

A further charge of intent of causing grevious hurt and damage was brought up but the Sector Judiscritional Chief decided against it on grounds of the Captain carrying the goods unknowingly .

The court was then dismissed and the Captain and crew members told they would be held for 10 days in detention while the Santa Elmo was brought in and detained .

Afterwhich the two would be released with stern warnings and their fines .

Meanwhile =================================================

The Star Destroyers activated their Tractor Beams and slowly dragged the Santa Elmo to port with the aid of the station's own powerful tractor beams .

The crew members and captain were detained for some brief ... questioning .

The Captain of the Santa Elmo fired off a quick prayer to the Ship's namesake, the patropn of sailors, and followed the guards aboard.

Outside, the microwave emitter continued to play, keeping the wake angels nearby.

The Captain was ready by the time he arrived before the judge, and hoped that the CEO would arrive soon to help clear things out.

And the CEO did, his solar yacht, a massive craft of personal luxury, dropped out of hyperspace and his ship unfurled it's sails.

"This is CEO Juan de Silva, leader of the Negociando Trading Consortium. I was promised the ability to meet with my Nephew, the Captain of the Santa Alina. I am currently requesting permission to enter Mationbuds space."

The Captain of the Santa Elmo fired off a quick prayer to the Ship's namesake, the patropn of sailors, and followed the guards aboard.

Outside, the microwave emitter continued to play, keeping the wake angels nearby.

The Captain was ready by the time he arrived before the judge, and hoped that the CEO would arrive soon to help clear things out.

And the CEO did, his solar yacht, a massive craft of personal luxury, dropped out of hyperspace and his ship unfurled it's sails.

"This is CEO Juan de Silva, leader of the Negociando Trading Consortium. I was promised the ability to meet with my Nephew, the Captain of the Santa Alina. I am currently requesting permission to enter Mationbuds space."


IC :

The Captain and his Crew were briefly questioned on the issues of the reason of their presence and more . Nothing was charged against them . They were then escorted back to their cells .

Meanwhile true to the Emperor's word , the MIN Undoubtful , a VictoryII Star Destroyer was dispatched to escort CEO Juan de Silva's yatch to Deep Space 4 Space Dock ...

===================Secret Imperial Lab 0401====================

IC :

All the nanites had been destroyed safe for a few hundred which were carefully analysed by top weapons scientists and they began tinkering with them to see if they could be mass produced to be used to the Imperial cause ...

IC :

The Captain and his Crew were briefly questioned on the issues of the reason of their presence and more . Nothing was charged against them . They were then escorted back to their cells .

Meanwhile true to the Emperor's word , the MIN Undoubtful , a VictoryII Star Destroyer was dispatched to escort CEO Juan de Silva's yatch to Deep Space 4 Space Dock ...

===================Secret Imperial Lab 0401====================

IC :

All the nanites had been destroyed safe for a few hundred which were carefully analysed by top weapons scientists and they began tinkering with them to see if they could be mass produced to be used to the Imperial cause ...

The CEo walked to his nephew's cell, and looked in at the sleeping young man.

He knocked on the door, waking the captain.

"They treat you okay?"

"Yes sir, they found out abou the detonator, and weren't willing to do anything."

"Glad to hear it. What's the verdict?"

"Ten days and two million credits."

"Trade Credits or Imperial?"

"Imperial."

"Okay, I will do the conversion and see how much that will be. It shouldn't be to bad. Maybe we can negotiate for an equivalent amount of cargo hauling instead. That might just work." Turning to the guards, he said, "May I please visit with the local Judge please? I would like to enter into negotiations."

The CEO began to do the math

2,000,000 Imperial Credits (1.75/1)(1/1.2)(1.2/1) = 980392.15 Trade Credits

When he went back to determine the amount he was going to put into a Datacard for Mationbuds, he figured the price back to the US Dollar, which was the standard of conversion he was using for his storefront.

980392.15tC (1x1.2) $1,176,470

Grabbing his pad, he filled out the requisite data, and a Datacard was written and popped out. On it, was a Discount Card for the above amount of Free Shipping from the Consortium. He also filled out a second Data Card authorising a withdrawl of 980,392.15 Trade Credits from the Waste Slush Fund

OOC: I am using the standard Chemistry formula for changing from one thing to another.

You stated it was 2 million

Your value versus the dollar is 1.75c = $1, and my conversion rate is 1tC = $1.2. If I wrote out the formula wrong, please notify me with a linkl to how it is supposed to look, and I will change it to fit

The CEo walked to his nephew's cell, and looked in at the sleeping young man.

He knocked on the door, waking the captain.

"They treat you okay?"

"Yes sir, they found out abou the detonator, and weren't willing to do anything."

"Glad to hear it. What's the verdict?"

"Ten days and two million credits."

"Trade Credits or Imperial?"

"Imperial."

"Okay, I will do the conversion and see how much that will be. It shouldn't be to bad. Maybe we can negotiate for an equivalent amount of cargo hauling instead. That might just work." Turning to the guards, he said, "May I please visit with the local Judge please? I would like to enter into negotiations."

The CEO began to do the math

2,000,000 Imperial Credits (1.75/1)(1/1.2)(1.2/1) = 980392.15 Trade Credits

When he went back to determine the amount he was going to put into a Datacard for Mationbuds, he figured the price back to the US Dollar, which was the standard of conversion he was using for his storefront.

980392.15tC (1x1.2) $1,176,470

Grabbing his pad, he filled out the requisite data, and a Datacard was written and popped out. On it, was a Discount Card for the above amount of Free Shipping from the Consortium. He also filled out a second Data Card authorising a withdrawl of 980,392.15 Trade Credits from the Waste Slush Fund

OOC: I am using the standard Chemistry formula for changing from one thing to another.

You stated it was 2 million

Your value versus the dollar is 1.75c = $1, and my conversion rate is 1tC = $1.2. If I wrote out the formula wrong, please notify me with a linkl to how it is supposed to look, and I will change it to fit


IC :

In the Imperial Sector Justice Department , Sector Moff Whilson collected the fine and stored it in a secure vault with the other fines and payments to be processed later .

With a solemn voice , he spoke "Ok , you are now free to go . However do not do such acts of ... terrorism again . Understood ?"

He signalled to his Guards who went and fetched the two ships crew up to his office ...