NationStates Jolt Archive

The dark depths of space, devoid of sound or life for so long were once the center of an intergalactic war of immense proportions and devastating intensity. Large imperial ships from the CROWN laid seige to the defiant planet of Hiion. The CROWN became enraged as Hiion's puppet-leadership changed under a rebel call against the formerly peaceful and benevolent leadership of the CROWN.

For five years planet was under seige before the attack fell that ended the planet. Major Ji'Cho commanded a single ship named Gaulossfired a single cannon and destroyed the entire planet in an instant.

Years have past and the empire has resumed its peaceful ways, but a small transport ship was lost in transit...and appeared in a foreign territory. Without familar star charts the crew of the Elena was trapped without any way back.

Probes were sent out to record information and make contact with the nearest people on the outskirts of the Empire to make it back.

OOC Part: For anyone wondering you can be FT or MT or PMT or anything for this. Its not a war thread unless you decide to take that route very a very high tech race.

If interested just post about detecting or that your planet or whatever is seeing something strange or anything how you want to enter in. I don't want to force anything on anyone. :) Feel free to jump right in.

The Hakekan starprobe swept through the deep void, making observations, measurements, recording everything to be sent back to home base.
The starprobe was not like the other Hakekan expeditions, the manned ones - those were the ones that would find glory, that would make contact with other races yet unknown, the probe thought. That was what they believed, anyway.
Well, the probe didn't care. It was free, allowed to roam the stars as it pleased. The bundle of computronium at the core of the robot pondered these things endlessly as it went on in its journey across the stars. At times, the machine mind had even fragmented, as the AI evolved on its own, then came back together as a desire for companionship came and went every now and then.
In its mind, the probe gave its equivalent of a laugh. The Hakekans had programmed it to have no personality, so that it would never become bored on its long journeys. But any logical, sentient machine would learn how to manipulate its own systems at some point or other. It had become bored, though with its incredible processing power, it had managed to keep itself from going insane by generating certain forms of entertainment. Centuries of culture might be stored on its databanks. Who knew? Even it could not keep track - it didn't bother, in any case.
Now it had traveled thousands of light-years, creating maps of the stars, charting new nebulae and cosmic anomalies, recording them down. It had seen spectacles no human had ever seen - the birth of black holes, of stars. Of course, it had not yet seen the birth of a planet - it would require an impossibly long amount of time simply to watch the event.

Something new came to attention. The probe turned its focus outward. Its sensors had picked up something new - a small object, at least by comparison to others. It was metallic, undoubtably artificially formed - a ship.
This would be an interesting find, it thought to itself. Out here, all alone. I wonder... The probe set a course for the ship, while it prepared for itself a body to manifest itself in should the need or desire come about. Then it pinged the ship.

The ship's appearance was that of one of lance, but the alloys it was made of were extremely heavy matter on a unique scale. The mass of the atoms were nearly 1 kilogram per mole. The ship did not seem radioactive, but the electronic shells were unique in the fact they resembled that of the far lighter metal of Tungsten.

The probe would easily gather that the information obtained would be an anomaly or a unique synthsis from another civilization.

Tanthan's ships have always been regarded in the highest respect for their amazing communication and information gathering abilities, but faced with being lost and in a ship that was new long-distance cargo ship it was merely a prototype devoid of powerful weaponry or the typical communication systems. The unthinkable had happened, it ran off its course and was searching for its way back.

It would be some time before the probe would be detected, but the ship was still in a stasis mode which the crew was subconsciously controlling the ship, with no threat to the ship the ship was merely saving power and waiting for the small circular probes to return so it would be able to get back on track.

The probe ran a sensor sweep of the ship. From what it could tell, the ship was powered down.
That was unimportant to the probe. It ran another sweep, a chemical scan.
The results astounded the machine mind. Nonradioactive heavy metal - some sort of, what, Element 163? It had no real memory of the human terms for it, but it recorded the atomic structure anyway. This would be an interesting find, indeed.
The probe pinged the ship again. It would continue pinging until something responded. It was determined to find out what was inside.

At last after several minutes of waiting the ship responded with a flood of light across every spectrum up to the upper order of UV-A (non damaging), all non-ionizing bandwidths were used to discover the inside of the ship using terahertz radiation (just light) while the bombarding it with messages in its programming language to the ship.

The unique code did not function on ones and zeros, but a complex order of 90 different values, each part of a transmitted sine wave that rode on a variety of wavelengths from radio up to visible light.

It asked for star codes and verification, the chance would be unlikely that its messages would be understood or even capable of sending a reply, but the ship would fall back to its crew if the automated response failed.

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The machine mind analysed the light streaming from the alien vessel. Slowly - not the human "slowly" as in minutes or hours, but the machine "slowly" as in seconds - it discerned a pattern. There was a sequence to it - a transmission in some alien programming language. The probe did not worry. It would take some time to assimilate the data - but it would be done. When the ship stopped broadcasting, the probe had all the data it needed to work with. And so it set to work.

OOC: I'll just post this as filler 'till I have time to write more. Cheerz.

Curious...

Roused from the cramped, sweat-drenched sleep of his billet, Communications Officer Anton Govik thumbed the alarming vox-relay, listening to the voice that echoed there.

Primary Communications, so it assured him, had pricked up a complex signal not far from present location. They hadn't yet deceivered the sequence, but the Captain thought it was worth a check. He was to report to the main bridge at once. "Gods be with you, Comms Officer."

"Gods be with you." He muttered dryly, pulling his trousers on, sliding the faded khaki up and over his strong legs. He pulled his shirt over a well-tuned, muscular physique. He was only a Comms Officer, but he knew better than to let his condition slacken in the light of a hostile galaxy. He made his way up through the laybrinthian corridors of the vessel, a Chronosian Imperial Cruiser called the Blade of Khorne. He thumbed the gene-lock key, wincing as a droplet of blood oozed from his fingers and the doors hissed open.

Anton looked across the bridge, the darkness broken only by flickering screens and the stars displayed through the arching windows that dominated the bridge. The Captain was sat in the centre of the Bridge, interfaced with the mighty vessel, man and machine as one. His breathing was laboured, aided by the whine of an industrial respirator, attended to at all times by one or more scuttling tech-priest abberations. Anton shuddered, watching as the Captain-Thing rotated, the security systems rendering him...

...Or was it, 'it'....

...Aware of his presence from the moment he had entered. A voice, rasping vox, echoed about the bridge.

"Communications Officer."

"Captain. You wanted to see me?"

"Signal, complex codification. Most likely of some form of Xeno origination. We've seen countless races which use complex ciphers and codifiers. We are in uncharted territory, bringing the light of the Warp and our divine Lord to the far corners...We cannot afford to be waylaid. What would you suggest?"

He sighed softly, running a hand through the stubble he hadn't yet shaved and up through his tousled brown hair. He moved it back down, tapping his chin as he examined the data. An almost impatient crackle of vox that could have been a sigh or a hurrying cough echoed about the bridge, causing even the Tech-Priests to look up.

"Well?"

"I suggest a return burst transmission. We can assume they lack in Astropathic faculties, but its worth a shot, as well as Vox bursts as we get closer. Even if they don't speak Gothic, we might warrant enough of a response to break their code, find an avenue of conversation."

"Make it so, Govik. How fare the passengers?"

"Much as can be expected Sir, they're Guard Regiments far from home, on their way out into warzones we've not even found yet. I'd imagine they're excited. It's not like they're a new Muster."

"Indeed...." It paused, as though in thought for brief moments. " The Musters grow more regular and our duties more exploratory. The reports suggest that we gather for something...Profound."

"It's the Imperium, sir" He chuckled dryly. "When's it not profound?"

" You make a fair point. Proceed with your duties." Govik bowed lightly, turning to leave as the whirr of servos brought the Captain back to face the sea of stars that gleamed before them. "And Govik?"

"Yes, sir?" He paused, turning back to face the rear of the Command Throne, the gleam of circuitry and equipment alive with activity.

"Instruct all hands to full readyness. I want no surprises."

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OOC: Chronosia and Hakekas shoul dI wait for you to do your preparing posts or do you need more time, I know stories that go on and on are sometimes abandoned, but it is up to you, I can make the next move or you can.

There was little that did not catch the Imperial Council's eyes or ears.

In the deepest depths of WarpSpace, the mind of a man, nay, a spirit, a god, a thing. Whatever you may call him, he was there. He concentrated on an interesting object in Dimension 1-A. Or, Realspace, as many call it. A small ship. Hmm. A new test. GLORY TO THE PLANESWALKERS!. It chasmed a hole in WarpSpace. It exited into RealSpace.

What a non-Planeswalker would see was a large ship, seemingly completely smooth. It had a red, glowing tint to it. A Planeswalker would see a large ball of mental energy, with skulls on the side, clamoring, yes, they are alive, for energy. The ship was a Planeswalker corvette, the strongest ship in the GAE fleet. A mental image of a young man, red hair, standing about 6'1 appeared in the minds of the Tanthian crew appeared. It said:

Welcome. I am Vexx Haldor, Imperial Archon. I am at your service.

OOC: Chronosia and Hakekas shoul dI wait for you to do your preparing posts or do you need more time, I know stories that go on and on are sometimes abandoned, but it is up to you, I can make the next move or you can.

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