NationStates Jolt Archive

The Cassiopeian Commonwealth was famous for its isolation. Though by now even they were getting tired of it. Oh sure the trade routes were fun and the Non Aggression Pact with the Sephrion Empire (if they even existed) was still intact and the respect of some random nations helped them along but still. Let's face it, they were still cut off from the world. Well, errm, they wouldn't be anymore. Granted they had alot of reasons to be cut off.

Well for one there were the constant wars over who knows what, some sort of Force or other. And there was always always some barbarian race that would bring a random extraterristrial civilization to its knees. Oh and space was big... very very big. Quite frankly any sane person wouldn't want to explore the Void.

But thank God the author and said President of said civilziation isn't sane!

They had a new President, more liberal then the first. His name was I. Ron. Butterfly. No seriously that was his name, I was his first name. Must be because the mother was DRUNK WHEN SHE GAVE BIRTH WOO SHE'S A PARTY GIRL. Anywho, the Commonwealth had new ships they wanted to test.

I'm not gonna lie to you they're just battlestars with fancy names and better technology. But they were new! And they were made for this type of situation. The type that needed exploration. Granted they were used before in a myriad of other RP threads but today, they would have a proper sendoff. Yes, the DontPissUsOff series of battlecruisers (which are just battlestars) would launch today, all twenty of them. It should be enough for the RP eh? If now I'll just make some more! Anywho, let's go to the first one built for the occasion, the CNS DontPissUsOff orbitting Rosanica.

The leader of this was a Miss, an Admiral Johanna Mars. She was fresh out of the Academy and one of the few sane rational women. Though she wasn't cold hearted either, no, that just make her another stock character. She was checking out the Bridge (fancy word for cockpit) of her ship. It was quite fancy. There was a large plasma LED screen to show where the stuff was, but you could also just see out of the cockpit without it. At the front there were chairs where the crew operated random things like weaponry and shields. Behind them was a chair, the Admiral's chair... behind that chair was a golden plaque that read Le Admiral's Chair and behind that was like... consoles and fancy screens and stuff elevated on a platform like the Enterprise on The Next Generation.

Her uniform was not very different from America's Admiral uniforms, the crew's though was like... more Star Wars Imperial-esque, grey and whatnot. The Marines meanwhile looked like those out of Halo. Yes I steal gloriously from alot of places don't I?

The Admiral sat on her chair and smiled. She was a blond, and looked young, well young for her being in her early thirties. She had brown eyes and well, do I really have to describe the physique? Quite average for a thirty year old really. Not to thin and not too thick, just right. She sighed. "Well, today the Commonwealth enters a new era of even more trade and openness. Granted I have some reservations, last time we made contact beyond the Commonwealth we almost got invaded... three times I think. Anyway, the President should be making a speech about it today on our own HoloNet."

A person behind her chuckled. It was the Lt. Admiral Robert Hutt. "Miss Admiral from what I've seen and heard it looks like one, we're going to see alot of flying daggers and two, alot of explosions will occur in this wonderful journey of ours." He smirked. How'd he look like? Umm... good question. "Oooh, the speech is starting."

The Admiral rolled her eyes. "Quite."

I. Ron. Butterfly stood there in a fancy suit with strange hover cameras around him. In front he had a podium with multiple microphones, only one worked but it looked cooler like that. He also had a mustache. "Hello my fellow Cassiopeions. Today we start the work of the last President. He opened to the doors to the space outside our tiny Commonwealth. This is the culmination of that, instead of them coming to us we shall come to them with these!" Did I mention the Cassiopeian flag was hanging in the background?

Anywho, I. Ron pointed to a screen in a corner. It was the battlecruiser fleet, orbitting Rosanica and ready to sail. He continued speaking. "These ships, the DontPissUsOff class battlecruisers, shall lead the way. Ready to do diplomacy but ready to destroy and doom daggers that come their way, they shall lead our Commonwealth to glory! Any questions?"

There were none, well, except one. "Will we be invaded like last time?"

The President paused. "KILL HIM!" A laser appeared out of nowhere and killed him, but nobody noticed. Nope, I ruined the chance for some drama I know. Anywho, the ships were launched! Warping/hyperdriving/going really fasting through space.

A new era would begin and it would start with these ships (http://media.battlestarwiki.org/images/6/62/TOS-galac.jpg) and their Admirals.

Bloody hell what have I gotten myself into?

(Hyelo there! I'm back and I just noticed something, I've yet to RP with most of the RP world. Therefore I'm sending random ships to random countries to interact with YOU! Yes you! Anything can happen I don't care, I just wanna have fun so errm.... please respond XD)

One such ship decided by whims to find it's way to the borders of the dichotomy of rigid goody-goodiness, and sweet harmony, few other realms can come close to attesting to.

With so much territory to choose from, the Confederacy Alliance space where the old United Mankind once fell to the holy wrath of alliance between Gaian and Ahb, now after a century of peace, is the one place in the Milky Way Galaxy, outside the Guardianship realm proper, where most contacts are made nowadays.

When the unmarked battlestar on Sphere IFF sensor arrays pickup the new vessel appearing outside the Forlanus System, one of the seventeen outermost systems out of the hundreds governed, The Gaians didn't react too briskly as yet.

"What of them Commander?" A male Command-Tech asked of her superior officerness.

"To get past the Shield Array without nominal interference probably means the Trees sense no ill intent.

Open a channel."

The Tech nods and orders comms with the Orb-Relays activated in the sector the foreign battlestar has taken residence.

:: ~ Pardon, but to the unknown IFF signal registering on our holoscreens, know that this is Ascendancy Sphere, Confederacy Alliance territory, so we would prefer a response not unlike a friendly guest.

This is Commander Daskuta who will speak with you. Commanding the Shield Array Defense Forces here. Forgive our bluster in all this. ~ ::

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((OC- Sorry it took so long, watching the 'Mummy' Trilogy on USA presently. =^^= ))

"Check one, fox one."

A voice cracked over the communications channel, almost deafening in the silence of the void. A few seconds, and a reply cracked back.

"Check one fox one... check."

"Check two, fox one. Or at least close enough."

"Check two fox one... looks enough like a check for me. We're running green."

An ancient freighter screamed through an otherwise unoccupied star system, scanners surveying the local asteroids for anything worth mining for. It consisted of three long cylinders, with a large, dome shaped shield over the front. Originally bright red, constant bombardment and the accumulation of years had dulled this to a dull rusty hue. The only pure white to be found on this vessel was located on the engine casings, one of the few sections that actually needed to be regularly serviced and inspected under No Endorse law, alongside reactors and pressure hulls.

Within relatively close proximity, what appeared to be a highly modified frigate followed, slowly gaining ground against the freighter. From its surface jutted six odd racks, loaded with deadly looking missiles and each topped with a single sleek fighter, the only component of this pair that looked to have been built within the last century.

"Well, this area looks pretty desolate, want to jump to the next site?"

"Sure, we're charged and primed."

After a few moments (well, let's be honest, it was at least five minutes) the odd pair winked out of existence, and re-appeared on the opposite end of the system, again searching for anything worth getting. After a few minutes though, radio chatter returned.

"So, you hear about that mess over Jurai?"

"Yeah, something about Imperial pullout. And then there's this weird stuff about Boozian vessels defecting to the CoreWorldian cause..."

"Interesting... never woulda thunk it."

"Aye. Well, it can't be half as interesting as our last shore leave, eh? Remember when we got Little Steve and Doc drunk, and they started dancing on the bar?"

"And Doc woke up with such a headache?"

"And then we showed her the pictures? HA! I thought she would explode!"

"I've still got 'em too."

"Don't show her or she'll make your life a pain.... 'ang on a tic, somethin's up." Onboard the freighter, the long range sensor array all of a sudden went crazy. "Huh.... hey... do you read a fast mover inbound?"

"Hmm..... nope, nothing. Then again, I don't even see you guys on this piece of..... FORGEMASTER! I'm getting a HUGE return! Rouse the crew!"

A flurry of activity enveloped the pair as they prepared for the incoming mass to revert back into realspace. It must have been their FTL jump, the old vessels couldn't go FTL without half-blinding any sensors pointed at them. But since they'd just jumped, and weren't exactly the fastest creations in the universe, all they could do was wait for these newcomers to revert. Maybe they'd be friendly?

The captain of the British Londinian starship sat on his bridge, staring at the unknown sensor blip that appeared on the ships' scanners. The foreign battlecruiser gave off a signal, asking for a reply hail. The captain obliged.

"This is Captain James al-Malik of the HMS Queen Hemali, responding to your hails. What services can we provide for our space-faring comrades?"

The CNS DontPissUsOff, the maiden ship of the whole fleet arrived inside Gaian territory. Granted, they didn't really know that. To tell you they were too busy talking to themselves.

Johanna sighed. "You remember when Rosanica was invaded by the Sephrions?"

Robert smirked. "Remember? Hell I was working inside a frigate when that happened under Mark Hammil's fleet. I don't what the hell they were thinking. We showed them eh?"

The Admiral chuckled. "Quite, they ran between their tails... granted we offered the trade pact. It could've been worse, they would've been like a tumor sucking the life out of our mines." She paused. "Granted they could probably give us a run for our money."

Robert nodded. "Quite. They are bigger then us."

An officer interfered. "Admiral we're picking up a transmission, I'll put it up."

:: ~ Pardon, but to the unknown IFF signal registering on our holoscreens, know that this is Ascendancy Sphere, Confederacy Alliance territory, so we would prefer a response not unlike a friendly guest.

This is Commander Daskuta who will speak with you. Commanding the Shield Array Defense Forces here. Forgive our bluster in all this. ~ ::

Filler is fun ain't it?

The Admiral nodded. "Would you look at that, our first contact. Even more surprisingly they aren't trying to kill us... do you pick up any signs of those flying daggers about?"

Another officer shook his head.

She smiled. "Oh thank Jesus." She looked at the officer that responded. "Open up a channel, it's time talk back hm?" She cleared her throat and began to send a video message.

"Hello, I am Admiral Johanna Mars of the CNS DontPissUsOff. We are a peaceful ship, albeit heavily armed, and we come to talk with other nations such as ourselves, the Cassiopeian Commonwealth. We are a small state of seven planets, we request that you please don't fight us. We only wish to talk, we will wait for a reply."

She nodded. "Well, I hope that's enough. Let's just hope they don't decide to destroy us."

Robert only said one word. "Quite."

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The CNS Hamptonshire was another ship sent to see the universe as it was in all its confusing glory. Its Admiral was a Mr. Bob Eubanks. He was an eccentric who had a love of cats and worshipped Marilyn Monroe... yes the Commonwealth has a cult that worships Marilyn Monroe, do you have a problem? Anywho, as nuts as he was he could pull together when the time came.

But right now I'm just gonna have fun.

Bob looked like Dennis DeYoung from Styx, hell, he even spoke like him. He also had a bright red scarf around his neck. Nobody ever knew why but some people say it's because he fell down a five story building when he was five and the scarf was involved.

The point is that he wears it.

Anywho the CNS Hamptonshire was cruising when it sensed something was in the area... yes it was in warp/hyperspace/whatever when they sensed it. How did they sense it? With... magix. Yah that works. Anywho, he saw the blip on his radar screen or whatever. His eyes brightened.

"Yes!" He shouted as he stood up from his chair. "We found life! Praise be to Monroe! Onwards, to victory!"

His Lt. Admiral, a Mr. Hans Victor sighed. "Bloody hell." He said in his cockney accent. "This man is nuts! How did he ever become Admiral..." He thought to himself, and then, he saw the scarf. "He musta killed somebodeh... yeh that's it. Yeh, he killed his way to the top BLOODY HELL HE IS A MURDERER! MURDERER! BLOODY MURDER."

He paused. "Hope he didn't hear me..."

Bob fortunately didn't. "Open a channel! Come, we must talk to them!"

He send a vocal message, no video, he didn't look his best he said for lo his hair has not been combed for days.

"Hello there! I am Admiral Bob Eubanks of the CNS Hamptonshire, I come from the Cassiopeian Commowealth. A magificent country with... magnificent things! We come in peace, and lo we wish to speak to your leader. Any threats against our persons will be replied in kind with a MAGNIFICENT NUCLEAR BARRAGE OF DESTRUCTION HA HA HA HA HA." He cleared his throat. "We eagerly await your response!"

Hans sighed. "Bloodeh hell he's gonna get us keeled..."

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Yet another ship, the CNS Doomingsland was cruising around space and whatnot until, gasp! A hail!

Its leader was the Admiral Joseph Geraldine. He was a brunette, with brown eyes and had a muscular build from all his time working in the frigates during the major battles of the Cassiopeian Navy... and that's alot of working. Though through hard work in the Academy he got his own battlecruiser and now he had much to prove.

Of course the one bad thing is, he had Tourette's Syndrome. Nevermind that though, he would become a great person! If only he would stop saying inappropriate things.

He replied to the message via a letter, not typed but said... and stuff.

To: Captain James al-Malik
From: Admiral Joseph Geraldine

Greetings. I am Admiral YOUR SOUL IS MINE Joseph Geraldine of the CNS
Doomingsland. I come in the name of POWERSLAVE the Cassiopeian
Commonwealth. We are a peaceful DESTROY THE MONKEYS state that occupy
an entire system. We hope to REPULSE YOUR DIGUSTING ODOR start diplo-
matic relations with new life outside our tiny country. We hope that you can
ANNIALATE THE PANTS help us do this, we await your response.

In Peace,

Joseph Geraldine
Admiral of the CNS Doomingsland

Hmmm... it appears Joseph can't control his mouth, I'm sure everything can be explained, I hope.

(Londy, a favour please. I'd like to know more about your country so if you could add a bit more detail in your posts that'd be grand. Granted I'm not doing much either but just trying to help :P)

To the CNS Doomingsland:
We represent the Commonwealth of British Londinium, a small nation located in the Sol System, composed of 567 million people (OOC: RP constant, not NS). It would be our pleasure to open up a diplomatic channel. We are sending you the coordinates of our home planet now; as a diplomatic courtesy, we are at your service.

The two officers blinked three times, in anime simult, at the return message.

:: ~ "Hello, I am Admiral Johanna Mars of the CNS DontPissUsOff. We are a peaceful ship, albeit heavily armed, and we come to talk with other nations such as ourselves, the Cassiopeian Commonwealth. We are a small state of seven planets, we request that you please don't fight us. We only wish to talk, we will wait for a reply." ~ ::

"You would think their ship name alone is enough of a deterrent." ...the Command-Tech quoted. "Should we bother? We are supposed to enact full lock down on the border as of two hours ago."

Daskuta shrugged. "Nay, the war isn't here. And we no need to be rude. Better to act friendly and learn more than we could as a close minded lot." ..she then presses the comm button on a nearby pannel herself.

":: ~ A peaceful ship is welcome in this space, as long as it remains so. Do note we are in a higher alert state due to external war concerns. This does not apply to your nation however, and you may choose where we can meet for further talks. ~ ::"

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Off to the ...um... CNS DontPissUsOff's far port, standard fare of this area of space reveals itself as a quintet of supply vessels Fold jump from the Sphere prime, bound for the capital system of this region.

They head first for a import controls starbase before final Folds to destinations. One of hundreds of such deliveries all throughout just this large region of space, daily.

Hardly the sign of a imperialist realm, more mercantile to the lay eye.

Admiral Joseph smiled. "See? I can be an Admiral even though THE SLAUGHTER BEGINS I have a bit of a problem..." He coughed.

The Lt. Admiral eyed him suspiciously. He then leaned to one of the officers next to him. "... keep an eye on him, I have a feeling that we're going to need to errm... explain things."

The Communications Commander, a Ms. Gretchen Phillips checked out the coordinates to the home planet. "Look at that..." She said. "These lead back to Sol. I've heard of that system Admiral, apparently that's where our people came from. It also is a hub of activity." She paused. "It's also rumoured that it's the locations of the most wars ever seen to anybody, but again these are just stories told by tradesmen."

Gretchen basically looked like Ivy from Soul Calibur really, sans the thong costume and with red hair. She also spoke like her, but her story It wwas a tad different. She came on this ship because it was either that or work inside a frigate. And well, people call Cassiopeian frigates "flying coffins" for a reason ya know.

Joseph nodded. "Excellent we shall COMMENCE THE ENSLAVEMENT OF YOUR BRAIN go to warp/hyperspace/go fast mode now. Engage! PANTIES."

And lo they did.

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The CNS DontPissUsOff was a fine ship like all the others. At 810 meters it was one of the larger ones in the entire Cassiopeian Navy. It also had state of the art weaponry and technology. It had replicators of all types, small ones to give food and water so they didn't have to store anything and large industrial sized ones to replace the MASSIVE NUCLEAR MISSILES IT HAD IN ITS STORE WHEN THEY WERE FIRED... okay I know it seems a bit unrealistic but screw you. They were fine missiles though, and they were powerful ones too. Powerful enough to take down capital ships when used en masse.

Oh and they were used en masse all right.

But it wasn't the only weapon it in its disposable. It also had... GREEN POINT DEFENSE LASERS... of DOOM. Granted most if not all ships had that in the Navy but, these were special because their strength could be modified using some unknown principle I made up. They were located on alot of places on the ship, as little ball turrets that would spin and whatnot. It could even be made made weak enough as to disable ships.

It also had a fighter wing inside its fancy pods and whatnot. Indeed, this was a ship you didn't want to mess with... then again the Ascendency could probably blow it up with the blink of an eye.

Johanna meanwhile was looking at all the trade ships in port with a bit of bemusement on her face. "Look at that... a society that focuses on trade and peace like us."

Robert scoffed. "It could be slave ships."

The Admiral rolled her eyes. "If they were slave ships they would probably have military protection." Beep! New message. "They replied it seems. What does it say?"

An officer replayed the message for her, she nodded. "A bit paranoid; not unlike us really." She smirked. "Maybe the universe is a small place."

She sent another video message.

"We are a peaceful ship I assure you. We did not know you were at war with anybody and we're glad it doesn't apply to our nation. We assure you that we only have peaceful interests and we hope to establish a relationship between our respective states. We will wait for further orders. Good day."

Robert chuckled. "Fancy, they'll probably ask you to surrender."

"Hmph." The Admiral said. "Over my dead body."

"I think that's the point." Robert said with glee.

Hopefully this encounter won't be a repeat of the Battle of Aios... even though we won that one but still, death sucks don't it?

Emperor's Throne Room

"Sir , The Cassiopeian Commonwealth have apparently decided to break off their isolationist stance and are beginning a series of ... visists ."

"Well , we've never really been able to get to know them . So we should take this oppoturnity to do so ."

"Agreed sir ! So what do we do ?"

"Send a message to them of course !"

Message to The Cassiopeian Commonwealth :
Welcome ! You have decided to leave your isolationist ways behind . We extend open arms to you and invite you to visit our empire .

Some AU away from the rim of the Sslaa system, the good ship H.I.S.N. Angelic Pelican, a newly christened J.O.A.T. ship (http://www.5amfunnies.com/sakkra/space/shell.JPG), fastened itself to a stray piece of some planet long destroyed by .... something. With all the battles constantly being fought somewhere in the galaxy, it could've come from anywhere. Regardless, there he was.

Within the bridge of the ship, Chief Handler TZouu was doing his weekly check-up on the sentient craft's condition. "Angie, stop eating so much junk. Your getting deposits in your coolant-filtration systems, and I don't think the Handlers like having to go in and clean you out so often."

The ship's avatar, in the form of a very lazy iguana, kept mimicking stuffing it's face. "I can't help it. These chunks always have such yummy nickel deposits in them." The face-stuffing continued as Tzouu slapped at his face. Sheee, how did I get such a ship? It must be karma from a past life.

A singular loud 'BWIP' interrupted his chagrin. It was a comm from one of the Armor Cavalry running a sweep in the area. "What do we have?" Tzouu sat in his command chair, turning to face one of the multitude of organic displays, the ship's avatar looking up briefly to cue in the appropo screen. "Sir, i've got a silhouette coordinates [xyz]. Ship origin unknown, silhouette unkown. No known SigIdent either."

The Chief Handler kept looking at the display, trying to find some clue as to the craft's origins. "Not an Antaran design we've run across. Not anyone from Sol or Alpha Centauri or any of the nearby systems. Keep an eye on it. I'll run a hail." The trooper snapped a salute, and bilnked off.

Ttzouu looked at the display a bit more. "Angie, send that craft a standard first-contact greeting. Let's see how they react."

"On it." The sound he made while speaking was like a squirrell reciting a tongue-twister while having cheeks stuffed.

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"Greetings from the Herpetological Empire of Sakkra. One of our ships has noticed your presence and desires to know your intentions towards us. If you're wandering about, please answer '1'. If you're on a diplomatic mission, please answer '2'. If your a tourist looking for fun and adventure with minimal risk, please answer '3'. If you're a potential invader, please answer '4' or hold on the line, and one of our warfleets will come and answer any questions you may have. Thank you, and good cycle."


ooc:If you want some tidbits of info, check here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Sakkra) for info on my people and such.

Daskuta was diverted from responding to the return signal from the oddly christened starship, as an aide came up and echoed loudly.

"Pardon ma'am, but we just recieved word from Command Central Homeworld, fifteen minutes ago our forces attacked Dark Eternal space."

The bemusement from Commander Daskuta's face from the previous moment was washed away with a darker inflection. Her sigh echoed the ache on her brow.

"So, a hundred years of waiting is over. About damn time."

She then exhaled away some of her worry. "In that case, you know the drill. All alerts at Status-One Foxtrot until futher notice."

"What of our new arrival." The Command-Tech asked simply. No one wanted a foriegn vessel caught up in a war beyond the scale of whole galaxies. Daskuta shook her head. "If the invasion plan works right, we won't even be a part of it at all.

Allow me." ..she then took up station at a Comm-panel while the Command-tech watched.

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:: ~ Forgive my delayed response. Please follow this flight beacon and you'll come to the Capital-Provincial System, and we can meet in person. I assure you your protection while within Ascendancy space.

You have my personal word. ~ ::

As soon as the transmission ends, navigation data pops up on their computers, showing a simple, non Daffy Duckish type course (no rediculous flight path even the insane would conjure up here...) a good 17 light-years from the present CNS DontPissUsOff's position.

Their flight path lacks any escort, but a console screen brimming with vessel contacts of all kinds and sizes. they also register large Gate Door activity as Host squadrons of angelics and Ascendant patrols between the dimensions arrive and depart for other aspects of the Sphere.

Not a one seems to mind the foreign ship, and quite a few act like friendly neighboors, complete even with comm greetings like one was passing by another on a sidewalk.

Hardly a sign of an empire that just went to formal war.