NationStates Jolt Archive

Falsus had watched what they had done with the Methuselah prisoners--how they had tied them down and tranquilized them. It looked as though it would have been much more difficult if they hadn't cooperated fully. He could tell from watching Alucard that he was fast and strong and trained with weapons. That the others were treated this way bespoke much about the species.

"Took you long enough to get here, Commander," Fury said in a slightly peeved tone in the direction of the man who had just entered the cargo bay.

"Sorry, sir," he replied, "but I only just got relayed your request a few minutes ago. Apparently, the Doc is occupied with helping an Esper from another nation with something."

"Bah! That is so like here," groaned Fury, "still, looks like you're the best we've got available, Commander, so," he gestured at the two unconsious Methuselah, "get to work."

"Aye, sir," came the response.

The Commander, decked in medical blue, knelt above the head of one of the Methuselah and placed his hands on each side. He then closed his eyes and began to concentrate. The psychic pressure being generated between his hands as he tapped into his target's mind would be easily noted by those in the room with any trace of mental abilities. To those that didn't, they would probably just see the Methuselah's head start to waver as if the light was being distorted by hot air.

OOC: Nice start, Hail. Don't forget, the CSP also caters to some of the more, shall we say, basic desires. Arms dealers, escorts, bars, the list goes on.



"Working," said the computer, "Upload in progress. Time to completion is fifty seconds."

The pilot began mumbling, "Come on, let's go, let's go...." in a hushed, excited voice similar to that of a junkie on the street.

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OOC: Oh, yes.

The Inquisitor and the Rogue Trader, meanwhile, realized the buzzer was a false alarm. It turned out to be the Inquisitor's communicator, which had a missed call from the wife. Turned out she was asking about when he'd get back. He merely hung up, and then continued shopping. He got t-shirts for the kids, some curios for the employees, and a nice, shiny hunting rifle for his boss.

The Rogue Trader continued shopping. He bought art, comic books, anime action figures, more guns, and even traded Imperial military surplus for packs of ramen, bottled water, Spam and cases of wine and whiskey.

They continued shopping, until for real, the buzzer went off.

OOC: Trinity Blood--your turn?

OOC: Oops, sorry. I hadn't noticed that the buzzer had gone off in the previous post.
Oh, and this is probably my last post for this morning as I've got to head off for class.

IC: The little display on top of the buzzer switched from being cleverly disguised as the CSP logo* to a basic schematic map of the local area with arrows that would lead them to a turbolift. Once inside, the unit would automatically interface with the lift's computer and send it speeding on its way to the conference room where they would meet with King Nightroad.

OOC: *I really need to dig something up for that.

OOC: Oops, sorry. I hadn't noticed that the buzzer had gone off in the previous post.
Oh, and this is probably my last post for this morning as I've got to head off for class.

IC: The little display on top of the buzzer switched from being cleverly disguised as the CSP logo* to a basic schematic map of the local area with arrows that would lead them to a turbolift. Once inside, the unit would automatically interface with the lift's computer and send it speeding on its way to the conference room where they would meet with King Nightroad.

OOC: *I really need to dig something up for that.

The Inquisitor and the Rogue Trader met up, whereupon Valdez said, "Right. Let's move."

They headed to the indicated turbolift, and got inside, navigating through the station and eventually getting inside. Once there, the buzzer, right as rain, interfaced with the machine, and they were off.

Demaggio tried to calm himself down, saying, "Right. We can do this. Let's go..."

The Inquisitor and the Rogue Trader met up, whereupon Valdez said, "Right. Let's move."

They headed to the indicated turbolift, and got inside, navigating through the station and eventually getting inside. Once there, the buzzer, right as rain, interfaced with the machine, and they were off.

Demaggio tried to calm himself down, saying, "Right. We can do this. Let's go..."

After arriving at the correct level and disgorging its passengers, the turbolift sped away into the distance to pick up another group travelling long distance across the station.

The two from Hailung would find themselves just outside of Reception. Inside was the desk labled Receptions where they would turn in their buzzer and be directed to the proper conference room for their meeting with the King.

the brother captian decided to stop toying eith the inqistiour and knocked him out

After arriving at the correct level and disgorging its passengers, the turbolift sped away into the distance to pick up another group travelling long distance across the station.

The two from Hailung would find themselves just outside of Reception. Inside was the desk labled Receptions where they would turn in their buzzer and be directed to the proper conference room for their meeting with the King.

Valdez handed the buzzer over to the person at the Receptions Desk, and then waited for further directions. He could be seen busily adjusting his clothing, and the same occurred with Demaggio.

"best go back to the ship to sleep as tomorrow the lock down lifed"said the Captain
"sir"said the Lieutenant

Falsus waited and watched as they plied the mind of the being he had brought to them. For a moment, it seemed as if the poor creature's head had been heated so much that the air around it started to waver.

"How long, Fury?" he said. "I hear that the Sephrioth are beating up each other for a change, and I'd like to get a look at it before the loser tries to take his anger out on me."

He was addressing the Duke as little as possible. The words "my Lord" just didn't feel right coming off of his ornery, independant little tongue, but he didn't feel like going to war with the Methuselah aristocracy over a choice of verbage--so he let it stew.

flame said to the inqistor next time you talk to a friend of the imeprium like that see this lightining claw gess what happen ordo malus dog

OOC: God Seph's like the Soul Drinkers, only worse written...:P I'd really beg you to stop mauling 40k, you really can't pull it off, see it sort of needs character development past a single line of text. Makes me nauseus

Anyways, this is to announce that for, maybe a week, I'll be absent. I've got exams so I'm doing last minute studying. I will, of course, be back to continue my interactions with Hailung and Trinity :P

Falsus waited and watched as they plied the mind of the being he had brought to them. For a moment, it seemed as if the poor creature's head had been heated so much that the air around it started to waver.

"How long, Fury?" he said. "I hear that the Sephrioth are beating up each other for a change, and I'd like to get a look at it before the loser tries to take his anger out on me."

He was addressing the Duke as little as possible. The words "my Lord" just didn't feel right coming off of his ornery, independant little tongue, but he didn't feel like going to war with the Methuselah aristocracy over a choice of verbage--so he let it stew.

OOC: Wrong Dracula. Alucard's brother, the Count, is the Duke. Alucard is a Lord. Sorry if I seem to be nit-picking, just being a little OCD.

IC: Fury snorted with wry amusement. Activating a wall monitor, he set it to display the match currently going on in the Arena. Along the bottom strolled a stream of symbols that indicated how the offical betting was going.

"Both will get a share of the purse, if they both survive that is," he said, "of course, the winner gets the larger percentage.

"As for that," he gestures at the Commander's telepathic probing of the Methuselah, "it depends on how much experience the subject has had with mental blockings. I had sent for our best in the area of constructing and destroying such defenses, but she was pre-occupied."

Valdez handed the buzzer over to the person at the Receptions Desk, and then waited for further directions. He could be seen busily adjusting his clothing, and the same occurred with Demaggio.

"Hello," greeted the Receptionist-On-Duty, "you've been scheduled for Conference Room 17B. Transferring you now."

Without further adue, she used the Ri-anese installed transporters to whisk the two to the indicated conference room. Abel, having arrived five minutes earlier, was busy fixing a cup of french vanilla coffee.

"Ahh," he said looking up, "you're here. If you'll wait just a little bit longer, I'll be with you once I've got this coffee ready. Care for some yourselves?"

OOC: @Seph: Think you could make the match last longer? It would mean a bigger pot and, thus, a bigger share of said pot for your characters.
@Chronosia: Understood, dude. Good luck on those exams.

ooc hes bored with the ordo malus dog so no

ic he walked out of the arena with uter disdian for the inqistion
inqistior tidus shadow was out cold

the ship that was dock at CSP pulls away and heads to the Fortress Dragon Fire

four hour's later

#Fortress Dragon Fire this is Cargo Ship One may we dock now#

#Cargo ship One dock in dock nine#

#ok heading to dock nine#

#Fortress Dragon Fire to CSP letting you know Imperial Transport is heading over to you and General Wolf would like to see Ms. Tohno #

OOC it's the Ebon hawk and it's the only SW thing i have as i like the look's of it

OOC: Wrong Dracula. Alucard's brother, the Count, is the Duke. Alucard is a Lord. Sorry if I seem to be nit-picking, just being a little OCD.

IC: Fury snorted with wry amusement. Activating a wall monitor, he set it to display the match currently going on in the Arena. Along the bottom strolled a stream of symbols that indicated how the offical betting was going.

"Both will get a share of the purse, if they both survive that is," he said, "of course, the winner gets the larger percentage.

"As for that," he gestures at the Commander's telepathic probing of the Methuselah, "it depends on how much experience the subject has had with mental blockings. I had sent for our best in the area of constructing and destroying such defenses, but she was pre-occupied."

OOC: @Seph: Think you could make the match last longer? It would mean a bigger pot and, thus, a bigger share of said pot for your characters.
@Chronosia: Understood, dude. Good luck on those exams.

IC:

Falsus looked at Fury. His hands went back on his hips. "This is ridiculous," he said. "If he's really just a kidnapped explorer, why would he be using mental blocks? It would seem to me that he'd be interested in exculpating himself--unless the way you're handling him did something to change that. In the entire time I interacted with them, I didn't so much as program a nannoprobe to harm him. Knowing this, why would he try to conceal information from his own government?"

Not for the first time, Falsus cursed the anti-esper nature that prevented him from using any form of telepathy save the Borg digital variety. If Lord Dracula had read his mind, he himself would have to be a virtuoso telepath. That left him with nothing to do--and he wasn't the most patient being in that space station.

So he networked into the local entertainment, dialed up the arena, and got to see part of the match.


Flame said to the inqistor, "Next time you talk to a friend of the imeprium like that, see this lightining claw? Guess what will happen, ordo malus dog." He walked out of the arena with utter disdian for the inqistion. Inqistior Tidus Shadow was out cold.


"Wonderful. Now I'm going to have to thank him for fighting my battles for me. I don't need that. I could've beaten the Inquisitor myself if it came to that. I just hope that marine doesn't get a few score of Ordo Malus assassins crawling down his orifices for what he's just done. If he does, I'll have to...avenge him."

Ten minutes later, the Borg was in the arena, standing over the Inquisitor's still-unconscious form.

"Emmy, wake him up."

"OK, daddy."

The exopod flew down and landed on his chest, head facing toward his feet, and lifted its tail. There was a brief flatulant sound, and the air filled with the scent of smelling salts. In a moment, the exopod was back in the air, and the Inquisitor was conscious, if a bit groggy. Since this was all done in the arena, he awoke to raucus laughter. Falsus, however, did not seem to find anything of humor in the situation. He was almost as contemptuous as the marine had been.

"Stand up, Ordo Malus," the Borg as much spit as said. "You've got an interrogation to persue." He reached down, grabbed the Inquisitor's shirt with his circular right hand, and, without any fuss, proceeded to lift him, one handed, back to his feet and prop him against the nearest wall.

he moaned anyone ger rhe numver of that land raider that run me over

IC:

Falsus looked at Fury. His hands went back on his hips. "This is ridiculous," he said. "If he's really just a kidnapped explorer, why would he be using mental blocks? It would seem to me that he'd be interested in exculpating himself--unless the way you're handling him did something to change that. In the entire time I interacted with them, I didn't so much as program a nannoprobe to harm him. Knowing this, why would he try to conceal information from his own government?"

"Its part of the training all who serve the Empress recieves," replied Fury, "its a preventative measure intended to help protect the secrets of the Empire. Generally, its a subconsious compulsion instilled into the subject's mind by a high level telepath. Besides, in this day and age, you never really can tell who is against the Empress and who isn't."

"Sir!" exclaimed the Commander probing the minds of the Methuselah, "it seems we got a double-kidnap situation. This one," he indicates the older of the two, "apparently kidnapped the other for the Fleurs du Mal in order to obtain a ransom. However, before that happened, they were captured by the rogue Sephrioth Space Marines while sleeping. Apparently the ship Mr. Falsus found them in was one they stole from the rogues of Sephrioth in their bid at escape."

OOC: That story alright with all parties involved?

flame said alow inqistor shadow to inqerage them shadow smiled and muttered xenos (falus)I OWE YOU AN APPOLGY BROTHER CAPTAIN FLAME HAS FORCED ME TO APPAOLGIZE


ooc fine by me

the Ebon hawk docks with the CSP ,ramp lower's and out walks Wolf, Sky ,Snow and the Twin's Tigers behind the girl's

Wolf turn's to the Twin's
"let's go to the bar but not drinking for you two ,i can do what i came her for later"said Wolf

"oh can we please"said both of them

"no"said Wolf

some time later all five walk into the bar

Thidge bubbled his agreement.

Then he thought. He thought the other slime might like to meet O'aka.

Kindly old O'aka, who knew how to treat Trash Slimes better than any human he had ever met.

He bubbled such intentions and thoughts to the other slime. He was very articulate for a slime, probably because The 63rd and 65th had unknowingly developed the ability to communicate with trash slimes, and regularly held conversations with thidge and the thidglets.

The transparent slime thought about this then bubbled that he'd like to meet the O'aka but didn't want to be seen.

...


Meanwhile Rachael had arrived at the Depot and took the responsibility of manning the Depot from the Hologram. It was not long until a short tiny person that could hardly be seen.

"Yo, Missy. I got some waste for you to be desposin' of." it said.

Rachael, looked over the counter and saw pretty much what ammounted to be what looked like a stunted adult.

"If you would just put it on the scanner here so we know how much to charge."

"Sorry, Missy. No can do!" the stunted adult, presumably a dwarf, stated. "I'll show ya." he said as he pointed out a nearby window in the port. "That's it."

She looked out the same window and saw something that she never thought she would see. "All of it?" she said.

"Yep!" the dwarf replied.

"Just a moment while I get things organised." she said as she went and started communicating back with HQ.


Some more ships from TGM arrived and settled around the El Dorado Prison ship... A small extension from both of the ships connected onto the Prison ship. TGM employee's in full get hazardous environment suits descended down into the ship uncertain of what they would find.

...

There where 6 crew members, 2 male 4 female, that had came out of the ship that had brought Racheal. They where sitting at the bar... Drinking an A-bomb that they ordered as the others came in.

"Apology accepted," said the Borg. "Now, can we get back to work? They've gotten some preliminary information from the Methuselah, and it turns out that it's the kind of situation that has 'Inquisitor' written all over it. One of the two kidnapped the other, then the rogue marines took both of them hostage. Then, they broke out and took a destroyer. Must've overloaded the ship's power plant in making their escape.

"Now, the question is, who charges them with what? The Methuselah government wants one of them on kidnapping charges. You've got them both on posession of stolen property. I wouldn't mind a crack at interrogating the kidnapper. I've got a prototype exopod (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/exopod.png) that hasn't had its capabilities tested in a selrat's age."

"No," Shadow said. "He's ours."

"Oh?"

"We've been playing with your designs. We have our own drone. We call it the Hunter-Killer (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/exopod_w_a.png), and we need to see how good it is."

"In that case," said the Borg, "I'm interested. Let's see what you can find out."

OOC: Kidnapping and terrorism charges. Fleurs du Mal may be one of the smaller anti-Empire groups, but those who support the Empress still consider them a terrorist organization.
As for the punishment, its not a very pleasent way to die and can last for days depending on the individuals involved. I guess you can say they take terrorism VERY seriously in Trinity Blood.

OOC: I'm back. May the fires of destruction burn brightly. On a positive non-NS note, My grandmother is doing MUCH better now.

IC:
With a slight tremor, HE appeared. He, was Id, the Demon of Elru, third in command of all Ri-an. His black clothes made no noise, his footsteps, no sound, as he walked, carrying a long black case. He radiated bright red energy, and moved slowly, yet deliberatly.

He radiated an Aura of fear, so strong, that it made, even forced those around him to cower in despair. Only those who were truely strong could feel this and still stand. And the smell, he smelled of Death, he smelled of destruction, of Hellfire, and Brimstone.

He walked by where Ms. Tohno and the others stood from the various nations. He smiled.

"Prepare for destruction embodied." He spoke only in a whisper, but his words were very clearly heard.

He moved on. Only the foolish or the insane would stand against him.

He moved up floors, and entered O'aka's office.

"I bring you a gift of peace. Almighty Kajeenith comes to investigate this thing another claims he owns. As a Token and promise of truthfullness of this pledge of peace. You are to hold on to his sword, Doomsday, until he arrives. Leave it in the Box, or die by your own greed. One rotation of the world of Earth upon its Axis as it revolves around its star, Sol, shall see him broughtforth to your presence. You have been warned." Id whispered.

He left the box on the table. He disappeared.

after taking a pill to calm his nerves, The 63rd sent out a little beacon to tell Ms.Tohno, Mr. Fury, and Hidetsugu that their presence was very despairetly needed in The 63rd's office. When the arrived, they would find both pale white, as if they had just been informed of their own demise. They were just staring at the box like it was a fierce beast about to strike.

Kajeenith was coming, as was his right, since as Ruler of Ri-an, this was partly his station.

OOC: I've been gone, people have moved on, now I'm back, and decided on an offical visit.

OOC: Kidnapping and terrorism charges. Fleurs du Mal may be one of the smaller anti-Empire groups, but those who support the Empress still consider them a terrorist organization.
As for the punishment, its not a very pleasent way to die and can last for days depending on the individuals involved. I guess you can say they take terrorism VERY seriously in Trinity Blood.

OOC good to hear, oh an i like set up trade

IC
Wolf and the Twin's take a seat at the bar with the Tiger's laying on the floor

"ginger beer for them and beer for me"ask Wolf

OOC good to hear, oh an i ilke still up trade

IC
Wolf and the Twin's take a seat at the bar with the Tiger's laying on the floor

"ginger beer for them and beer for me"ask Wolf

The drinks are served.

Tohno was visually shaken by Id's aura. Fury was also shaken but he would never show it. He knew he would probably die if he faced Id, but he would give it his all. When they got the summons from the 63rd, Fury used a console in the Cargo Bay to enter his security code to authorize an emergency site-to-site transport to O'aka's office.

"Damn!" exclaimed Tohno after they reached O'aka's office, "just thinking of that guy still sends shivers up my spine."

"Courage isn't the absence of fear," responded Fury allowing a slight quaver in his voice to reflect his own fears, "it is the acknowledgement of your fears allowing you to not only face them but use them for you as well."

OOC: Nice to hear your grandmother's doing better, Ri-an.

The drinks are served.

OOC Ri-an no mixing of me and you this time

IC
"thank's"said Wolf

"your no fun now"said Sky as she take's one of the ginger beers glass

"oh both of you stop it ,you both are carrying now"said Wolf to them

Tohno was visually shaken by Id's aura. Fury was also shaken but he would never show it. He knew he would probably die if he faced Id, but he would give it his all. When they got the summons from the 63rd, Fury used a console in the Cargo Bay to enter his security code to authorize an emergency site-to-site transport to O'aka's office.

"Damn!" exclaimed Tohno after they reached O'aka's office, "just thinking of that guy still sends shivers up my spine."

"Courage isn't the absence of fear," responded Fury allowing a slight quaver in his voice to reflect his own fears, "it is the acknowledgement of your fears allowing you to not only face them but use them for you as well."

OOC: Nice to hear your grandmother's doing better, Ri-an.

The 63rd actually let a single tear slide down his face.

"I'm going to Die, I'm sure of it. Kajeenith, Ruler of Ri-an has finally recieved word of the station, and coming to view it. He says peace, but what if he gets bored? he's a God, an insane one at that! he embodies Absolute Destruction of all things, he rules the Void. I've never heard of what I've been told, it must be a trick. Kajeenith, coming in peace? what could have accomplished such a feat?" The 63rd said.

"Your not going to die. Sephrena painted your Death, you were surrounded by as of yet unborn grandchildren. But still, while Grandpa shakes quietly in fear, you need to warn those that need warning, such as your rulers. Surely he'll want to meet personally with them, and possibly tour the station. That isn't so bad, but I fear that if someone attacks him, he may snap and swallow the station in the Void. That's why I wantwed you here, as well as listing any other possible concerns." The 65th said.

He looked at the box, and went to move it. The 63rd actually backhanded his own grandson so hard the 65th fell over backwards in shock. HHe had a bloody lip.

"For goodness sakes don't touch even the box. Its asking to die instantly to touch a God's sword." The 63rd said, a bit off his rocker with fear.

The 65th surprised his grandpa with a quick sedative.

"He'll be better once he wakes up. Now, I suggust also organising a formal dinner. Ms.Tohno, since we are both the most clearheaded of the regualr representatives, we will go together."

"Sounds like someone's got a date." Hidetsugu said as he teleported in.

"Shut up, it is not a date!" The 65th said blushing, because truthfully, he did like ms. Tohno.

"hehehe, anyways, I take it this is about Id?"

The 65th quickly filled Hidetsugu in.

"Ehh, That's what the security moniters are for, right?" asked Hidetsugu who had never actually encountered Kajeenith, or The demon of Elru.

OOC Ri-an no mixing of me and you this time

IC
"thank's"said Wolf

"your no fun now"said Sky as she take's one of the ginger beers glass

"oh both of you stop it ,you both are carrying now"said Wolf to them

OOC: what do you mean, us mixing?

I read that part about a 250 meter Wolf. Now, you admit Wolf is a God. Gods only have Two or Three Domains at the most in the NS reality.

Being 250 meters tall is relegated to the Dominion of the Wargods, who frequently use Titans of similar hieghts to cause widespread destruction of opposing forces. If you don't have a Titan, grow one. Thus the power being in the Wargod domain. I would think very carefully about what you did with wolf. Certain actions by a Wargod, even Wolf, automaticly equate into a declaration of war. Being that frickin huge is one of them

Therefore, unless your intent if to declare war on all of us, i would advise you keep to your normal size.


Yes, any God can change size, but Even Gods have limits, especially in the NS reality.

Understand?

OOC: what do you mean, us mixing?

I read that part about a 250 meter Wolf. Now, you admit Wolf is a God. Gods only have Two or Three Domains at the most in the NS reality.

Being 250 meters tall is relegated to the Dominion of the Wargods, who frequently use Titans of similar hieghts to cause widespread destruction of opposing forces. If you don't have a Titan, grow one. Thus the power being in the Wargod domain. I would think very carefully about what you did with wolf. Certain actions by a Wargod, even Wolf, automaticly equate into a declaration of war. Being that frickin huge is one of them

Therefore, unless your intent if to declare war on all of us, i would advise you keep to your normal size.


Yes, any God can change size, but Even Gods have limits, especially in the NS reality.

Understand?

OOC normal size is the tallest you can get in RL,

but Isan and Wolfen are tall people
an have i ever declare war with you or other's

OOC normal size is the tallest you can get in RL,

but Isan and Wolfen are tall people
an have i ever declare war with you or other's

OOC: You missed the point entirely.

OOC: You missed the point entirely.

OOC it a long day and i got the Army thing on my mind

"Hello," greeted the Receptionist-On-Duty, "you've been scheduled for Conference Room 17B. Transferring you now."

Without further adue, she used the Ri-anese installed transporters to whisk the two to the indicated conference room. Abel, having arrived five minutes earlier, was busy fixing a cup of french vanilla coffee.

"Ahh," he said looking up, "you're here. If you'll wait just a little bit longer, I'll be with you once I've got this coffee ready. Care for some yourselves?"
said pot for your characters.

The Inquisitor nodded curtly, willing to ingest some coffee and please his hosts. Valdes was much more receptive. He said with a sense of relief, "Yes, please." The teleporter trip was a bit sudden, and for Valdes it was a bit unexpected for him--he didn't quite expect those...

the Twin's finish there drinks and turn to Wolf
"are we going shopping for new thing for when a our home get's rebuild"ask Sky
"yes we will be"said Wolf

A safe distance away from the station the fabric of space rippled and swirled together before tearing as a hole was rent within it. The wormhole opened further and stabilized.

An ebon vessel that was all points and angles emerged from within the warped interior of the wormhole. The destroyer moved a little ways before halting. A few moments later, the rend in space collapsed with one final energy surge, disappearing in a flash of energy and light.

The destroyer rotated until it was facing the station. Sensor readings from the station could detect the 120 meter vessel as nearly having the mass of a small star and the energy readings of the ship was incredible.

A brief message was sent to the station.

Greetings from the Balrogga Empire. We are sending a shuttlecraft to the station. Please allow it to land.

Moments later a small silvery craft seemed to detach from the destroyer and quickly closed with the massive station.

“This is Stiletto one, I am requesting landing procedures.”

A safe distance away from the station the fabric of space rippled and swirled together before tearing as a hole was rent within it. The wormhole opened further and stabilized.

An ebon vessel that was all points and angles emerged from within the warped interior of the wormhole. The destroyer moved a little ways before halting. A few moments later, the rend in space collapsed with one final energy surge, disappearing in a flash of energy and light.

The destroyer rotated until it was facing the station. Sensor readings from the station could detect the 120 meter vessel as nearly having the mass of a small star and the energy readings of the ship was incredible.

A brief message was sent to the station.



Moments later a small silvery craft seemed to detach from the destroyer and quickly closed with the massive station.

“This is Stiletto one, I am requesting landing procedures.”

"Greetings, I am Julie, the ships Computer system. If you would approach to 1,000 meters and cut all systems except thrusters, I shall automaticly guide you to the best possible dock according to your shuttle type." Julie the A.I. said.

After docking...

"Welcome aboard friends, how might we assist you today? we have a wide variety of shops and cater to nearly every desire, and even have an arena for fighting." said a chipper young Aquamarinian. This one was dark pink, because he was under the sway of Queen Lucy, the amorous, or, Queen Lucy the Lustfull, as some would say. Those under her sway were renouned for their friendliness.

The 63rd actually let a single tear slide down his face.

"I'm going to Die, I'm sure of it. Kajeenith, Ruler of Ri-an has finally recieved word of the station, and coming to view it. He says peace, but what if he gets bored? he's a God, an insane one at that! he embodies Absolute Destruction of all things, he rules the Void. I've never heard of what I've been told, it must be a trick. Kajeenith, coming in peace? what could have accomplished such a feat?" The 63rd said.

"Your not going to die. Sephrena painted your Death, you were surrounded by as of yet unborn grandchildren. But still, while Grandpa shakes quietly in fear, you need to warn those that need warning, such as your rulers. Surely he'll want to meet personally with them, and possibly tour the station. That isn't so bad, but I fear that if someone attacks him, he may snap and swallow the station in the Void. That's why I wantwed you here, as well as listing any other possible concerns." The 65th said.

He looked at the box, and went to move it. The 63rd actually backhanded his own grandson so hard the 65th fell over backwards in shock. HHe had a bloody lip.

"For goodness sakes don't touch even the box. Its asking to die instantly to touch a God's sword." The 63rd said, a bit off his rocker with fear.

The 65th surprised his grandpa with a quick sedative.

"He'll be better once he wakes up. Now, I suggust also organising a formal dinner. Ms.Tohno, since we are both the most clearheaded of the regualr representatives, we will go together."

"Sounds like someone's got a date." Hidetsugu said as he teleported in.

"Shut up, it is not a date!" The 65th said blushing, because truthfully, he did like ms. Tohno.

"hehehe, anyways, I take it this is about Id?"

The 65th quickly filled Hidetsugu in.

"Ehh, That's what the security moniters are for, right?" asked Hidetsugu who had never actually encountered Kajeenith, or The demon of Elru.

"The Queen will probably want to stay in a safe place for this," pondered Fury aloud, "so she'll probably wind up aboard one of the Raptors. The Princess is out on assignment and the King would probably be best to represent Trinity Blood for this Kajeenith's arrival. Any attacks would be more likely target at the King than this 'mad god' of yours, what with the rogue factions and all. And he hasn't exactly been sitting on his duff doing nothing all these years. He may look like your average individual, but I assure you that he will and has fought to the death to protect what is his. Its even said that the Nightroad family was one of a group that included the Van Helsing family and the Dracula family that sealed away the Blood God of the ancient Methuselah religion so many millenia ago."

At the date implication, Tohno blushed furiously. Still young, especially if one used the scale of Methuselah aging for comparison, she still had a little discomfort discussing such topics. The CSP was, in fact, her first assignment. She had spent the past four years training at the Imperial Starfleet Academy for this assignment. In her short life of little over twenty years, she hadn't found much time for social interaction, particularly with the oppsite gender.

OOC: *Hint, hint* See if you can get the clue to an upcoming RP I'm planning.

The Inquisitor nodded curtly, willing to ingest some coffee and please his hosts. Valdes was much more receptive. He said with a sense of relief, "Yes, please." The teleporter trip was a bit sudden, and for Valdes it was a bit unexpected for him--he didn't quite expect those...

'Sorry about the transporter trip," replied Abel as he poured another two cups of the sweet drink for the two.

Placing the cups in front of them, he continued, "Your request implied urgency, so I gave orders that would expediate your arrival. Of course, knowing the one who relayed your request, he probably did it to stir up some excitement for himself.

"So, what can I do for you today?"

A safe distance away from the station the fabric of space rippled and swirled together before tearing as a hole was rent within it. The wormhole opened further and stabilized.

An ebon vessel that was all points and angles emerged from within the warped interior of the wormhole. The destroyer moved a little ways before halting. A few moments later, the rend in space collapsed with one final energy surge, disappearing in a flash of energy and light.

The destroyer rotated until it was facing the station. Sensor readings from the station could detect the 120 meter vessel as nearly having the mass of a small star and the energy readings of the ship was incredible.

A brief message was sent to the station.

Greetings from the Balrogga Empire. We are sending a shuttlecraft to the station. Please allow it to land.

Moments later a small silvery craft seemed to detach from the destroyer and quickly closed with the massive station.

“This is Stiletto one, I am requesting landing procedures.”

OOC: Lol, looks like Ri-an got to you first. Still, welcome to the party, Bal. Nice to see you accepted my invitation.

The Stiletto Shuttle slowed and halted at the required distance and allowed the stations Nav computer to take control of the shuttle for landing. The sleek ship was guided into the landing bay and hovered a few CM off the deck. The side of the craft seemed to melt and form steps exposing a door which opened after a few seconds.

An average sized male emerged from the shuttle. He was dressed in a simple garb, tending away from business suits in favor of more comfortable clothing. He was elderly but it seemed age hadn’t slowed him down any. He looked around for his reception committee and spied the young lady. He walked toward her.

“Hello, I assume you are here to meet me.”


"Welcome aboard friends, how might we assist you today? we have a wide variety of shops and cater to nearly every desire, and even have an arena for fighting." said a chipper young Aquamarinian. This one was dark pink, because he was under the sway of Queen Lucy, the amorous, or, Queen Lucy the Lustfull, as some would say. Those under her sway were renouned for their friendliness.

“Sorry, I think I shall pass on the fighting. Wouldn’t be much of a fight if I was in there. My desire for fighting went long ago, replaced by a desire to do something else with my life a little more enduring than a fight record.”

“It appears a request for diplomatic relations has been filed with the Balrogga Empire through the business offices of the Intergalactic Trade Hub. I have been assigned to meet with those responsible here and see what can be arranged. Can you please point me in the right direction?”

“First I must apologize; I have forgotten my manners and failed to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Stark and I am pleased to meet you.”

Anthony took the young lady’s hand in his own and gently bowed in a courteous and respectful manner. He let the girl take her hand back and straightened up again. He sent a mental command to the shuttle which sealed itself, awaiting Stark’s return.

Wolf just rolls his eyes as he pay's for ten more bag's of stuff

"yes just send it to the ship in the dock"said Wolf as he takes th receipt

"come on Wolf"said the Twin's

"caming"said Wolf as walks to them

"The Queen will probably want to stay in a safe place for this," pondered Fury aloud, "so she'll probably wind up aboard one of the Raptors. The Princess is out on assignment and the King would probably be best to represent Trinity Blood for this Kajeenith's arrival. Any attacks would be more likely target at the King than this 'mad god' of yours, what with the rogue factions and all. And he hasn't exactly been sitting on his duff doing nothing all these years. He may look like your average individual, but I assure you that he will and has fought to the death to protect what is his. Its even said that the Nightroad family was one of a group that included the Van Helsing family and the Dracula family that sealed away the Blood God of the ancient Methuselah religion so many millenia ago."

At the date implication, Tohno blushed furiously. Still young, especially if one used the scale of Methuselah aging for comparison, she still had a little discomfort discussing such topics. The CSP was, in fact, her first assignment. She had spent the past four years training at the Imperial Starfleet Academy for this assignment. In her short life of little over twenty years, she hadn't found much time for social interaction, particularly with the oppsite gender.

OOC: *Hint, hint* See if you can get the clue to an upcoming RP I'm planning.

OOC: Ressurection of The Blood God which results in a massive war between the houses?

IC:
"Attacks are what worry me, Kajeenith loves fighting, and killing, and leaps at the oppurtunity to fight. a meeting would be prime to cause an International incident, and so we should be on our toes. But also, the followers of Old Ri-an loath Kajeenith, and would go to very extreme lengths to destroy him.

You know what would be very bad, is if the technology strong Followers of Old Ri-an met with the rogue factions, and organised a tandem attack." the 65th said, a very bad proposition indeed.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a robed Ri-an boarded the station, looking, watching. He had heard of the rogue factions, and if he met a member, well, maybe they could work something out. But that was not his business, his was taking out Kajeenith, at all costs.

The Stiletto Shuttle slowed and halted at the required distance and allowed the stations Nav computer to take control of the shuttle for landing. The sleek ship was guided into the landing bay and hovered a few CM off the deck. The side of the craft seemed to melt and form steps exposing a door which opened after a few seconds.

An average sized male emerged from the shuttle. He was dressed in a simple garb, tending away from business suits in favor of more comfortable clothing. He was elderly but it seemed age hadn’t slowed him down any. He looked around for his reception committee and spied the young lady. He walked toward her.

“Hello, I assume you are here to meet me.”



“Sorry, I think I shall pass on the fighting. Wouldn’t be much of a fight if I was in there. My desire for fighting went long ago, replaced by a desire to do something else with my life a little more enduring than a fight record.”

“It appears a request for diplomatic relations has been filed with the Balrogga Empire through the business offices of the Intergalactic Trade Hub. I have been assigned to meet with those responsible here and see what can be arranged. Can you please point me in the right direction?”

“First I must apologize; I have forgotten my manners and failed to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Stark and I am pleased to meet you.”

Anthony took the young lady’s hand in his own and gently bowed in a courteous and respectful manner. He let the girl take her hand back and straightened up again. He sent a mental command to the shuttle which sealed itself, awaiting Stark’s return.

OOC: Don't worry about editing, but this Aquamarinian is Male, not Female. All Aquamarinians under Lucy's Sway turn pink. This is not Queen Lucy either, Lucy is much bigger, and much more vigorous in her advances.

Besides, even men can wear pink.

IC:
"My name is Pierre, but it isn't pronounced like the very similar french name, its pronounced Pie, as in the delicous dessert, and Ray, like a sunbeam, to make Pierre." Pierre said.

"Unfortunatly, their otherwise occupied in a private meeting with each other, but I have put in a request to have them met with you, immediatly following their meeting. Meanwhile, care for some refreshments in the station bar? Its a very nice bar." said Pierre.

OOC: Unless Trinity has a spare representitive hiding somewhere, they all really are occupied.

IC:
"Attacks are what worry me, Kajeenith loves fighting, and killing, and leaps at the oppurtunity to fight. a meeting would be prime to cause an International incident, and so we should be on our toes. But also, the followers of Old Ri-an loath Kajeenith, and would go to very extreme lengths to destroy him.

You know what would be very bad, is if the technology strong Followers of Old Ri-an met with the rogue factions, and organised a tandem attack." the 65th said, a very bad proposition indeed.

"Agreed," replied Fury, "thus far, the rogues have been not more than but a gnat against the Imperial Starfleet. However, as they don't exactly publish a list of their members, we never know how far they've managed to infiltrate our forces. The human based rogue factions I don't worry about, but the two main Methuselah ones, Fleurs du Mal and the Rosen Kreuz Orden, are much more dangerous.

"Fleurs du Mal is relatively minor, though, so the more powerful Rosen Kreuz Orden is what we should concern ourselves with first. During the uneasy peace after the last war, they were the ones who created non-nuclear weapons of mass destruction that almost reignited the fighting.

"All we know of their leader is that he uses the alias of 'Mein Herr' Contra Mundi'. Mein Herr is German for 'My lord' and Contra Mundi is Latin for 'Against the World'. Thus far we've never been able to identify him. All we know of him is that he's one of the most powerful enemies of the Empress.

"As for Kajeenith, the King will be able to handle him. He used to work for the Vatican's AX department, so I don't doubt he'll be strong in tact."

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a robed Ri-an boarded the station, looking, watching. He had heard of the rogue factions, and if he met a member, well, maybe they could work something out. But that was not his business, his was taking out Kajeenith, at all costs.

Having sensed his intentions at his arrival, the security officer who had logged the being into the records had followed him. Secretly, the Methuselah officer was a powerful member of the Rosen Kreuz Orden and he only pretended to be a weak security guard on this station in order to gather intel on those from outside nations that passed through.

Not wanting to blow his cover, he had a fellow RCO member fire a tranq dart into the flesy part of the robed being's thigh. As the station was too well covered, they moved to an out-of-the-way minor hanger where they boarded a shuttle pod attached to a warp sled. Inside, they donned disguises so their faces wouldn't get out if this prooved to be a trap and the being escaped alive.

"Wake him up," ordered the fake security guard.

The other, a female Methuselah, nodded and injected the being with the counter to the tranq. When it took effect, the questions would start.

OOC: Don't worry about editing, but this Aquamarinian is Male, not Female. All Aquamarinians under Lucy's Sway turn pink. This is not Queen Lucy either, Lucy is much bigger, and much more vigorous in her advances.

Besides, even men can wear pink.

IC:
"My name is Pierre, but it isn't pronounced like the very similar french name, its pronounced Pie, as in the delicous dessert, and Ray, like a sunbeam, to make Pierre." Pierre said.

"Unfortunatly, their otherwise occupied in a private meeting with each other, but I have put in a request to have them met with you, immediatly following their meeting. Meanwhile, care for some refreshments in the station bar? Its a very nice bar." said Pierre.

OOC: Unless Trinity has a spare representitive hiding somewhere, they all really are occupied.

OOC: You forget, the station's XO of the TB contingent, Haruko Kamio, is available for talks (I've decided to expand her powers so she can sign as a represenative for TB on an embassy request). I'll leave it up to you to contact her. Or do you want me to have her stop by on her own?

"Apology accepted," said the Borg. "Now, can we get back to work? They've gotten some preliminary information from the Methuselah, and it turns out that it's the kind of situation that has 'Inquisitor' written all over it. One of the two kidnapped the other, then the rogue marines took both of them hostage. Then, they broke out and took a destroyer. Must've overloaded the ship's power plant in making their escape.
"No," Shadow said. "He's ours."

"Oh?"

"We've been playing with your designs. We have our own drone. We call it the Hunter-Killer (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/exopod_w_a.png), and we need to see how good it is."

"In that case," said the Borg, "I'm interested. Let's see what you can find out."


hunter killer beigin integation protacal one delta 5 the hunter killer beg gan to genreate an energy charge in its ttail

'Sorry about the transporter trip," replied Abel as he poured another two cups of the sweet drink for the two.

Placing the cups in front of them, he continued, "Your request implied urgency, so I gave orders that would expediate your arrival. Of course, knowing the one who relayed your request, he probably did it to stir up some excitement for himself.

"So, what can I do for you today?"

Valdes replied, sipping on the coffee, "In the name of the Dominion of Hailung, servants of the God-Emperor of Mankind, we would like to establish diplomatic ties between our Dominion and the nation of Trinity Blood. In particular, we seek an embassy exchange, a trade pact, and some kind of agreement of a military nature."

He turned to Demaggio, seeking approval. Demaggio said nothing, only nodding in agreement and giving him a look that said, "Go on."

"Agreed," replied Fury, "thus far, the rogues have been not more than but a gnat against the Imperial Starfleet. However, as they don't exactly publish a list of their members, we never know how far they've managed to infiltrate our forces. The human based rogue factions I don't worry about, but the two main Methuselah ones, Fleurs du Mal and the Rosen Kreuz Orden, are much more dangerous.

"Fleurs du Mal is relatively minor, though, so the more powerful Rosen Kreuz Orden is what we should concern ourselves with first. During the uneasy peace after the last war, they were the ones who created non-nuclear weapons of mass destruction that almost reignited the fighting.

"All we know of their leader is that he uses the alias of 'Mein Herr' Contra Mundi'. Mein Herr is German for 'My lord' and Contra Mundi is Latin for 'Against the World'. Thus far we've never been able to identify him. All we know of him is that he's one of the most powerful enemies of the Empress.

"As for Kajeenith, the King will be able to handle him. He used to work for the Vatican's AX department, so I don't doubt he'll be strong in tact."



Having sensed his intentions at his arrival, the security officer who had logged the being into the records had followed him. Secretly, the Methuselah officer was a powerful member of the Rosen Kreuz Orden and he only pretended to be a weak security guard on this station in order to gather intel on those from outside nations that passed through.

Not wanting to blow his cover, he had a fellow RCO member fire a tranq dart into the flesy part of the robed being's thigh. As the station was too well covered, they moved to an out-of-the-way minor hanger where they boarded a shuttle pod attached to a warp sled. Inside, they donned disguises so their faces wouldn't get out if this prooved to be a trap and the being escaped alive.

"Wake him up," ordered the fake security guard.

The other, a female Methuselah, nodded and injected the being with the counter to the tranq. When it took effect, the questions would start.



OOC: You forget, the station's XO of the TB contingent, Haruko Kamio, is available for talks (I've decided to expand her powers so she can sign as a represenative for TB on an embassy request). I'll leave it up to you to contact her. Or do you want me to have her stop by on her own?

OOC: I did not know she could act as a TB rep. I'll do the contacting though, after anthony (Balrogga) responds.

IC:

The 65th looked like he had a whole new list of reasons to be worried.

The 63rd however, had not been entirely sedated. He sat up.

"Well then, we will continue like we're not expecting one. We will show no outward sign of an expected attack, other than what security normally does. Fury, Hidetsugu, You both know good people who are completly loyal to the security of the station, use them. The Followers of Old Ri-an wear cloaks and robes, as was the old style. Some have been seen wearing cloaks and robes matching the Elements of the Magi, these are belived to be the leaders." The 63rd said.

"I understand the magick part, Fury, I'll make sure a list of what to look for is left with you and your men." Hidetsugu who grabbed an empty padd and immediatly began filling it out.

"If you see them, treat them with caution, their all usually ready for a fight to the death right then and there. Their not as strong as Methusulah, unless you run accross one with a Gareen. Gareens are not intelligent by any stretch of the imagination. They were administered an I.Q. test once, and achieved the impossible, and completly failed it. I wish I could say I was joking, but I am not. Gareens are unbelievably strong, but appear in a general humanoid shape, except the ones that have four arms. Two of them can lift and carry four ton tanks for at least five miles. They fight and kill at anything, even just a friendly greeting hello. Aquamarinians usually keep them Psionicly controlled.

Other than the Gareens, there should be little concern, should we find them first." The 63rd said.

Meanwhile...

The tranq worked.

The man woke up, and sat up. His robes fell off revealing the ones underneath. They were decorated with symbols of every form of knowledge, fusing into one. Psionic, Magick, Scientific, all blending into one massive symbol. He was Geoarty, and since Schotty had been killed by Id, he had become the sorcerer of Science. He was the leader of The Followers of old Ri-an.

He sat up, and seemed to understand what had happened without even asking any questions. He looked at the two and simply waited for their questions.

"ok ladys you spend all the money i had on me time for you to rest"said Wolf
"ok if we must"they said
"yes"said Wolf as he picks them up ,than carrys them back to the ship

The transparent slime thought about this then bubbled that he'd like to meet the O'aka but didn't want to be seen.


Thidge moved up floors and down floors, slime dripped out of the ventilation system.

"I'm lost." Thidge bubbled.

"I have lived too long already to be impatient. Just point me in the right direction of the pub and I'll bide my time watching the people. You can get a feel of a place by the clientel that uses it."


OOC

Anthony is extremely Psionic, even for a Ta'Nar. He used to be the dean of the Psionics Department at the Imperial College before he retired and was recruted into the diplomatic services by the Emperor personally.

I am just pointing it out so you can tell me if he picks up anything interesting...

Wolf had carryed the Twin's to the ship and to they room and was now back at the Bar

"ten of what i have"ask Wolf as he look's over a report

The crew that had brought Rachael here on the TGMS ship where still in the bar just wileing away the hours of what almost seemed a permanent deployment.

They saw wolf re-enter the bar, seeing as he was in here quite often one of the only 2 male crewmen went and sat by the Bar...

"Can I have a Slime Weasel, thanks?" he asked.

"You probably should try one." he suggested to wolf.

----


Thidge moved up floors and down floors, slime dripped out of the ventilation system.

"I'm lost." Thidge bubbled.


The transparent slime almost gurgled, asking Thidge if any of those men would be looking for him.. just the concept of being looked at scared him and as he gurgled there where some shiver ripples that would have gone down his spine if he had one.

"I have lived too long already to be impatient. Just point me in the right direction of the pub and I'll bide my time watching the people. You can get a feel of a place by the clientel that uses it."


OOC

Anthony is extremely Psionic, even for a Ta'Nar. He used to be the dean of the Psionics Department at the Imperial College before he retired and was recruted into the diplomatic services by the Emperor personally.

I am just pointing it out so you can tell me if he picks up anything interesting...

OOC: Okay...

IC:

Anthony felt Pierre connect to the gigantic Aquamarinian Hive mind. It was inviting, and unusual, in that it did not strip away individuality. It was like using a computer to access the internet. Pierre obtained a memory of the station layout, and lead Anthony to the Bar.

There he paused, as the Hive contacted him. It seemed Haruko Kamio was availible for Diplomatic purposes.

A nearby Aquamarinian contacted Haruko and informed him of Anthony's presence in the Pub.

Sepherena, after serving drinks for everyone else, turned to Anthony.

"what can I get for you?" she asked.

"He looks intresting, kinda reminds me of a College professor I once knew. Crazy one too, always did swear that he saw a real Ta'nar once. Of course, that was in the other side of Reality. I wonder what father htineejaK is doing?" Sephrena thought, her surface thoughts that Anthony might pick up.

OOC: As you can tell by the name htineejaK, she is referring to the Mirror universe we're rp'ing in the White Tower. She really is htineejaK's oldest daughter.

The transparent slime almost gurgled, asking Thidge if any of those men would be looking for him.. just the concept of being looked at scared him and as he gurgled there where some shiver ripples that would have gone down his spine if he had one.

Thidge shook in a manner that indicated no. He dripped out of the floor. He was on the command floor. Right outside of O'aka's office. He bubbled "oh!" and climbed back in. He went to O'aka's office, but bubbled quietly at the otherslime, suggusting they wait, because of the meeting.

Wolf leave's the money for the A-bombs on the bar an head back to the Ebon Hawk to get some rest for himself


at Ebon Hawk

"how are the priestess's"ask Wolf to one of the guard's at the ramp

"still asleep sir"said the man

"ok good,i'll be in my room getting some rest and doing paper work"said the Wolf
"sir"said the man as walk's into the ship

Wolf leave's the money for the A-bombs on the bar an head back to the Ebon Hawk to get some rest for himself.

Sephrena puts the money away and went back to painting. It was a very good painting, at least she thought so. It showed a great white tower, and it showed her entering it. She had no idea where this tower was, or why she was entering it, but as all her paintings came true eventually, she was sure she would find out.

The crewman never got a response to the question that he asked and so for some inexplicable reason turned his attention to that of what appeared a young girl (Sephrena) who seemed to be mature beyond her age painting...

He looked at the painting as she was paiting it... the detail was exquisite

"That's a nice painting." he said.. "Oh and a Slime Weasel too, I head that you actually make them."

He put some piles of trash on the table... now they were not literal piles of trash, they were the coinage of TGM ,used internally and 1 Pile was equivalent to roughly 1.3 standard dollars. There were an extremely small number of demoniations used as Chief Internal Office only put a few of these. The Chief Internal Officer was the man that indeed was incharge of all internal TGM affairs and pretty much had the job of all the ministers except for defense, foreign affairs and trade of that of any other.

Providing every single internal service in TGM that was provided by the corporation.

----

The transparent slime was happy to be where it was then, as long as it wasn't looked at nor the threat of being looked at and could survive then it was happy.

----

Inside El Dorado was massive amounts of what looked like moss. The dead bodies of the inmates could be seen throughout the ship under the blanket of moss. All the moss seemed to concentrate around the dead bodies. IF the moss was a resultant of whatever it was that killed the inmates then it would not penetrate through the suit.

Though one interesting piece of fact is that there was almost none, only a bit in areas that had little or no human life in them. The progressed and took a sample of the moss to work out the best way to treat it, so they can get the bodies out and then santitarily scrap the ship for other uses.

both of the Twin's are up an had been told by the guard that Wolf was in his room

"look at him"said Snow in a whisper to Sky as they watch him sleep
"he look as he fighting one battle"Sky whispered back to her

"should we wake him"ask Snow

"no Snow let him rest,him did take us shopping an you know he hate's going shopping with an just take a look at the paper work he been doing"said Sky

"let's go clean our weapons then"said Snow
"yes"said Sky as both walk out of the room back to there one

The crewman never got a response to the question that he asked and so for some inexplicable reason turned his attention to that of what appeared a young girl (Sephrena) who seemed to be mature beyond her age painting...

He looked at the painting as she was paiting it... the detail was exquisite

"That's a nice painting." he said.. "Oh and a Slime Weasel too, I head that you actually make them."

He put some piles of trash on the table... now they were not literal piles of trash, they were the coinage of TGM ,used internally and 1 Pile was equivalent to roughly 1.3 standard dollars. There were an extremely small number of demoniations used as Chief Internal Office only put a few of these. The Chief Internal Officer was the man that indeed was incharge of all internal TGM affairs and pretty much had the job of all the ministers except for defense, foreign affairs and trade of that of any other.

Providing every single internal service in TGM that was provided by the corporation.

----

The transparent slime was happy to be where it was then, as long as it wasn't looked at nor the threat of being looked at and could survive then it was happy.

----

Inside El Dorado was massive amounts of what looked like moss. The dead bodies of the inmates could be seen throughout the ship under the blanket of moss. All the moss seemed to concentrate around the dead bodies. IF the moss was a resultant of whatever it was that killed the inmates then it would not penetrate through the suit.

Though one interesting piece of fact is that there was almost none, only a bit in areas that had little or no human life in them. The progressed and took a sample of the moss to work out the best way to treat it, so they can get the bodies out and then santitarily scrap the ship for other uses.

Sephrena, who still had her Adult body, turned to the man and thanked him.

Then she put up a fresh, clean canvas, and painted one of him, in an event that would happen to him in the future, after all, ALL her paintings came true eventually. It was a good event, one the man would want to occur. she turned it around and showed it to him, as she made the slime weasels.

“I’m fine, I don’t need anything to drink. I have been directed here to await someone named Haruko Kamio. I think I will just sit here and take in the atmosphere of this place.”

After seeing the look on her face, he decided he had better at least order something. It is not polite to take up space in an establishment when a paying customer could be there instead.

“But if it would please you, I will buy that table another round. Don’t tell them who paid for it, that’ll make it sound mysterious. They will enjoy it better than knowing some old guy paid for them. They will look around the bar imagining everyone else and be happier for it.”

He handed her the money for the drinks.

Anthony sat back and opened his mind, listening to everything that reached him passively. He only listened and did not attempt to pry into anyone’s mind.

Wolf wake's up he knew they had been in so he smiles to himself as he goes to the safe take's out more money and the guard's pay

"you two staying here or going with me"ask Wolf as he stand at the door way to the Twin's room

"with you"said both

as they head out Wolf stop to talk to the guard's
"here is your pay,go spend it,just place the ship on lock down when you go out"said Wolf

"sir"said both of them as the Five leave

hour later the ship was locked down and the man went off the spend there pay

OOC Ri-an that shop keeper still around from your station

Sephrena, who still had her Adult body, turned to the man and thanked him.

Then she put up a fresh, clean canvas, and painted one of him, in an event that would happen to him in the future, after all, ALL her paintings came true eventually. It was a good event, one the man would want to occur. she turned it around and showed it to him, as she made the slime weasels.

The picture was that of the crewman with a women standing beside him, the women looked exactly like one that he knew from back at the Headquarters... one of the ship maintainence crew...

"We are going to marry one day" he thought as he walked away all googly-eyed, after drinking the weasel. Anyone with any sort of Psionic ability could pick up on this.

“I’m fine, I don’t need anything to drink. I have been directed here to await someone named Haruko Kamio. I think I will just sit here and take in the atmosphere of this place.”

After seeing the look on her face, he decided he had better at least order something. It is not polite to take up space in an establishment when a paying customer could be there instead.

“But if it would please you, I will buy that table another round. Don’t tell them who paid for it, that’ll make it sound mysterious. They will enjoy it better than knowing some old guy paid for them. They will look around the bar imagining everyone else and be happier for it.”

He handed her the money for the drinks.

Anthony sat back and opened his mind, listening to everything that reached him passively. He only listened and did not attempt to pry into anyone’s mind.

"Creep" was broadcast so strongly by Sephrena's mind that it almost qualified as Telepathic communication. She brought the table their drink.

"To mysterious visitors!" came the rousing cheer.

then she returned. Her mind was on her painting. Of course, she did not realise she had a direct psionic with the time stream, and her paintings were a direct result of that link. She only knew that all her paintings came true eventually.

She painted Anthony seeing Kajeenith. Of course, that was who came in and sat down next to Anthony.

He had changed though. Something had happened that had really calmed the old lunatic down. He was even smiling, in a friendly manner. He seemed happy. He was thinking nice things. these thoughts were passivly directed. He thought of doing nice things he never would have dreamed of doing in the past.

Sephrena turned to ask him what he wanted, but before she could ask he spoke.

"A round of drinks for all." He said.

He turned to Anthony.

"Isn't life grand? I feel so unusually happy. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm not usually this nice. Somethings wrong, somewhere." he said.

OOC Ri-an that shop keeper still around from your station

OOC: Which one? The magic shop keeper? yes, but in a diffrent role. The magic shop here is ran by someone else. A low-powered mage by the name of Aric.

OOC: Which one? The magic shop keeper? yes, but in a diffrent role. The magic shop here is ran by someone else. A low-powered mage by the name of Aric.
OOC
oh that's right
the one i got the plating and paint from to fix up my ship's

OOC
oh that's right
the one i got the plating and paint from to fix up my ship's

OOC: Unfortunatly, he was right next to the blast. Never felt the pain of death. There are merchants still though where you can purchase such fine quality products.

OOC: Unfortunatly, he was right next to the blast. Never felt the pain of death. There are merchants still though where you can purchase such fine quality products.

OOC ok, i'm selling ore that i use in making of my plating

“There usually is, somewhere. That is the way of the Multivese.”

Anthony looked Kajeenith in the face.

“We have not had the pleasure of meeting but I have seen our diplomatic files on the trip here seeing as this station is owned jointly by you. It seems you are looking different in some way from the pictures in your profile. You look healthier in a way. Whatever you are doing, it seems to agree with you.”

Anthony looks around the room.

“Your place seems to be prospering well, even considering it is just starting up.”

“There usually is, somewhere. That is the way of the Multivese.”

Anthony looked Kajeenith in the face.

“We have not had the pleasure of meeting but I have seen our diplomatic files on the trip here seeing as this station is owned jointly by you. It seems you are looking different in some way from the pictures in your profile. You look healthier in a way. Whatever you are doing, it seems to agree with you.”

Anthony looks around the room.

“Your place seems to be prospering well, even considering it is just starting up.”

OOC: Actually its because his wife is so deliriously happy, its overriding his normal thoughts, feelings, and actions.

IC:
"Actually, I just learned about it yesterday. The message got routed through fifty diffrent star systems for some unknown reason, as though people actually didn't want me to know about this place. I'm feeling so nice, I decided to come over and foster peace and goodwill among all nations.

Anyways, until the person your actually going to meet with appears, why don't we chat for awhile? I only heard of one other Balroggan, he was a Ghost man, pardon, I believe he called himself, a Ta'nar, though he certainly looked like a Ghost. I think his name was Galvenore, but I don't remember, it was too many years ago, and I heard through other sources.

Actually, I'd like to know more, instead of hearing third hand information." Kajeenith said.

OOC: If you ask just what he heard, I'm going to make up all sorts of silly and false tales. It might be an amusing read.

Wolf stop's an looks out one of the winbow

"way have we stop"ask Sky as she move to his left side and Snow to his right and the Tiger's to same side of the Twin's

"just saw some thing's in my head"said Wolf as he look's out the window

“Sounds like it might be Galvenor Elvarryinn, one of the Emperor’s advisors. He is very talented in both Psionics and in Meta-Magics. He was one of my students during my teaching days, before I retired and was recruited into the Diplomatic Services. The Advisors are 4th Tier and there are only 8 of them, four from the military and four from the civilian aspects of the Empire. I believe Galvenor came from the civilian sector. A Ta’Nar you say, what have you heard?”


OOC:

Since you asked…..

For a moment, Falsus felt a slight pall come over him. He looked down the hall, and saw a black-robed figure walking slowly toward the VIP area. In that moment, it was an act of willpower for him to keep himself from attacking the poor traveler.

OOC: Some of us run from what we're afraid of, and some of us run at it.

IC:

Get a grip! he told himself. He's not doing anything illegal! I've no cause to harm him.

A few minutes later, he had returned, with Inquisitor Shadow, to the docking bay, and found out what a Hunter-Killer was.

"Well," the Borg said as he saw what the Sephrioth had done with his design, "I LIKE it! In fact, I want to show it off a little."

As the spade tip of the drone's tail began to glow, red hot, he got in contact with Fury and the security forces.

"This is brilliant!" he said into the comms. There was not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but, if one had seen him, one might have sworn that there was a glint of humor in his optical sensors. "Come here and admire it for yourselves. I bet that it can take that Methuselah kidnapper apart!"

shadow laughed this one is gathering power to inerigate the prisoner of course the tech priests were most relicant to let me borrow it but i pulled rank on 'em ordo malus can even comendair a tatical sqaud of battle brothers if needed

“Sounds like it might be Galvenor Elvarryinn, one of the Emperor’s advisors. He is very talented in both Psionics and in Meta-Magics. He was one of my students during my teaching days, before I retired and was recruited into the Diplomatic Services. The Advisors are 4th Tier and there are only 8 of them, four from the military and four from the civilian aspects of the Empire. I believe Galvenor came from the civilian sector. A Ta’Nar you say, what have you heard?”


OOC:

Since you asked…..

"Well, I heard that all of you are nothing more than thoughts, I heard all of you are invincible, I heard you all rule Hell Democraticly, I heard that even if someone does manage to kill you, you just return from the dead moments later, I heard that Your powers of Psionics are unrivaled and unbeatable throughout this Reality, composed of its two sides, it planes, its universes, dimensions, and its diffrent Time/Space Continuums, and many other Realities, I heard that your the masterminds behind the White Tower, I heard you bought Kaymiril and Snake Eaters, and lastly I heard that rule the Esus and The G.E. and are in truth manipulating them against each other for your own entertainment." Kajeenith said.


For a moment, Falsus felt a slight pall come over him. He looked down the hall, and saw a black-robed figure walking slowly toward the VIP area. In that moment, it was an act of willpower for him to keep himself from attacking the poor traveler.

OOC: Some of us run from what we're afraid of, and some of us run at it.

OOC: I was just using it as a point of refrence to describe how strong the fear was.

Valdes replied, sipping on the coffee, "In the name of the Dominion of Hailung, servants of the God-Emperor of Mankind, we would like to establish diplomatic ties between our Dominion and the nation of Trinity Blood. In particular, we seek an embassy exchange, a trade pact, and some kind of agreement of a military nature."

He turned to Demaggio, seeking approval. Demaggio said nothing, only nodding in agreement and giving him a look that said, "Go on."

"On the embassy matter," replied Abel between sips, "that's easy. I can a PADD with the standard agreement ready for signing by all parties involved, and that includes a representative of Ri-an.

"As for a trade pact, what did you have in mind?

"In regards to the military agreement, it depends on what you planned to suggest. I'm afraid we can't offer much as most of our resources at the moment are either tied up in exploring space outside what we control or putting down the rogue factions working against our Empress."

OOC: I did not know she could act as a TB rep. I'll do the contacting though, after anthony (Balrogga) responds.

OOC: I just decided to have her get the IC authorization to do so.

IC:

The 65th looked like he had a whole new list of reasons to be worried.

The 63rd however, had not been entirely sedated. He sat up.

"Well then, we will continue like we're not expecting one. We will show no outward sign of an expected attack, other than what security normally does. Fury, Hidetsugu, You both know good people who are completly loyal to the security of the station, use them. The Followers of Old Ri-an wear cloaks and robes, as was the old style. Some have been seen wearing cloaks and robes matching the Elements of the Magi, these are belived to be the leaders." The 63rd said.

"I understand the magick part, Fury, I'll make sure a list of what to look for is left with you and your men." Hidetsugu who grabbed an empty padd and immediatly began filling it out.

Fury nodded in acknowledgement.

"If you see them, treat them with caution, their all usually ready for a fight to the death right then and there. Their not as strong as Methusulah, unless you run accross one with a Gareen. Gareens are not intelligent by any stretch of the imagination. They were administered an I.Q. test once, and achieved the impossible, and completly failed it. I wish I could say I was joking, but I am not. Gareens are unbelievably strong, but appear in a general humanoid shape, except the ones that have four arms. Two of them can lift and carry four ton tanks for at least five miles. They fight and kill at anything, even just a friendly greeting hello. Aquamarinians usually keep them Psionicly controlled.

Other than the Gareens, there should be little concern, should we find them first." The 63rd said.

"Understood," replied Fury, "I'll pass the info along to those I know I can trust. But I offer no guarantee of the absence of any leaks anywhere in the chain."

Meanwhile...

The tranq worked.

The man woke up, and sat up. His robes fell off revealing the ones underneath. They were decorated with symbols of every form of knowledge, fusing into one. Psionic, Magick, Scientific, all blending into one massive symbol. He was Geoarty, and since Schotty had been killed by Id, he had become the sorcerer of Science. He was the leader of The Followers of old Ri-an.

He sat up, and seemed to understand what had happened without even asking any questions. He looked at the two and simply waited for their questions.

The fake security officer, from behind his wolf mask, said, rather bluntly and coldly, "Don't even consider lying to us. I'll be quite able to tell just as I told why you were really here."

The female Methuselah, sporting a panther mask, asked the first question: "Now, lets start with why you seek what you seek here?"

"I have lived too long already to be impatient. Just point me in the right direction of the pub and I'll bide my time watching the people. You can get a feel of a place by the clientel that uses it."


OOC

Anthony is extremely Psionic, even for a Ta'Nar. He used to be the dean of the Psionics Department at the Imperial College before he retired and was recruted into the diplomatic services by the Emperor personally.

I am just pointing it out so you can tell me if he picks up anything interesting...

OOC: He'll probably sense great potential in several members of the Trinity Blood population. Particularly of those of Methuselah or mixed bloodlines (keeping with the canon Elemental powers as mental based and not magick in nature).

OOC: Okay...

IC:

Anthony felt Pierre connect to the gigantic Aquamarinian Hive mind. It was inviting, and unusual, in that it did not strip away individuality. It was like using a computer to access the internet. Pierre obtained a memory of the station layout, and lead Anthony to the Bar.

There he paused, as the Hive contacted him. It seemed Haruko Kamio was availible for Diplomatic purposes.

A nearby Aquamarinian contacted Haruko and informed him of Anthony's presence in the Pub.

Sepherena, after serving drinks for everyone else, turned to Anthony.

"what can I get for you?" she asked.

"He looks intresting, kinda reminds me of a College professor I once knew. Crazy one too, always did swear that he saw a real Ta'nar once. Of course, that was in the other side of Reality. I wonder what father htineejaK is doing?" Sephrena thought, her surface thoughts that Anthony might pick up.

OOC: As you can tell by the name htineejaK, she is referring to the Mirror universe we're rp'ing in the White Tower. She really is htineejaK's oldest daughter.

Having just been handed the PADD that cleared her to act as representative of the Empress a minute before the message came in, Kamio, deciding to try her hand at this diplomacy thing, left orders for the Watch Officer to take over until she got back.

Five minutes later, after crawling through a maze of jefferies tubes, riding half-a-dozen turbolifts, and strolling through several corriders, a route intended to cut her travel time in half, as she was still uncomfortable with the whole organic rate transporter technology provided by Ri-an still, she came strolling into the bar looking for the ones she would talk to.

OOC: @All: Damn! I forget about this thread, kinda, for a day or so and look at it all. Sorry about the delay.
@Isa: IIRC, you were selling Zero-Point Modules at Ri-an's old OTS. Feel free to sell more here.
@Bal: Ms. Kamio is just an average human, or Terran as they are called in Trinity Blood (probably due to that those in the Empire originated on the homeworld of Terra deep in TB space (my canon based version of Earth)). So, except for a very logical and analytical mind, she's got no powers or abilities.

For a moment, Falsus felt a slight pall come over him. He looked down the hall, and saw a black-robed figure walking slowly toward the VIP area. In that moment, it was an act of willpower for him to keep himself from attacking the poor traveler.

OOC: Some of us run from what we're afraid of, and some of us run at it.

IC:

Get a grip! he told himself. He's not doing anything illegal! I've no cause to harm him.

A few minutes later, he had returned, with Inquisitor Shadow, to the docking bay, and found out what a Hunter-Killer was.

"Well," the Borg said as he saw what the Sephrioth had done with his design, "I LIKE it! In fact, I want to show it off a little."

As the spade tip of the drone's tail began to glow, red hot, he got in contact with Fury and the security forces.

"This is brilliant!" he said into the comms. There was not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but, if one had seen him, one might have sworn that there was a glint of humor in his optical sensors. "Come here and admire it for yourselves. I bet that it can take that Methuselah kidnapper apart!"

Fury, who had just finished up relaying the data to those he knew without a doubt were unwaveringly loyal to the Empress, responded, "I'll be right there."

A few moments later, he utilized the transporter system to beam to Falsus's location.

With a shudder, he muttered, "Its going to take me a while to get used to that."

He looked around for Falsus and headed over.

The fake security officer, from behind his wolf mask, said, rather bluntly and coldly, "Don't even consider lying to us. I'll be quite able to tell just as I told why you were really here."

The female Methuselah, sporting a panther mask, asked the first question: "Now, lets start with why you seek what you seek here?"

"Why should I lie? I am here to destroy a Monster, and am willing to destroy this entire Star system just to do it. I have the technology and know how. Kajeenith, The Mad God, ruler of Ri-an, is an unjust cruel fiend unworthy of the position of Ruler. He rules by force and by fear, and I hate him, willing to do anything to do it." Geoarty said.

But, neither of the Methusulah would be able to tell that Geoarty's entire existence was a Lie, and that there was more to him than met the eye, the mind, or any other kind of sense. He was telling the truth though, he was here to destroy Kajeenith.

"Why should I lie? I am here to destroy a Monster, and am willing to destroy this entire Star system just to do it. I have the technology and know how. Kajeenith, The Mad God, ruler of Ri-an, is an unjust cruel fiend unworthy of the position of Ruler. He rules by force and by fear, and I hate him, willing to do anything to do it." Geoarty said.

But, neither of the Methusulah would be able to tell that Geoarty's entire existence was a Lie, and that there was more to him than met the eye, the mind, or any other kind of sense. He was telling the truth though, he was here to destroy Kajeenith.

OOC: TBH, the telepathic/empathic one isn't that a high level in ability, but he does use surface thoughts and other things to instinctively judge honesty. And this is probably my last post for a hour or so.
Oh, and just an FYI, but if Kajeenith becomes a threat to the Empire, well then you may find the Empress's side siding with your followers of old Ri-an. Though, if he behaves himself, he'll be more useful as a potent ally.

IC: "Then," inquired the female Methuselah, "what's in it for us if we help you? Why did you seek us out to ask for help?"

OOC: TBH, the telepathic/empathic one isn't that a high level in ability, but he does use surface thoughts and other things to instinctively judge honesty. And this is probably my last post for a hour or so.
Oh, and just an FYI, but if Kajeenith becomes a threat to the Empire, well then you may find the Empress's side siding with your followers of old Ri-an. Though, if he behaves himself, he'll be more useful as a potent ally.

IC: "Then," inquired the female Methuselah, "what's in it for us if we help you? Why did you seek us out to ask for help?"

"I do believe, that you too have those you wish to be rid of, such as the king. You also know this space better than I. We have technology powerful enough to cause major devastation to entire star systems, you have the knowledge of the area. My fellow believers and I all thought that maybe we could work out a deal, a partner ship, and take them both out at once." Geoarty said.

The team inside the El Dorado space prison continued their internal analysis and scanning of the ship... As it was a prison ship they managed to basically either absorb or rebound any known waves and so external scanning could not be acheived.

They entered into the large prison galley, where the food is prepared it was full of some kind of smoke, or mist, the instruments in their suits could not identify exactly what it was... somewhere saying, it was metal.. others some kind of spore, some thought it was just smoke. Whatever it was the suits could not decide as they continuely flipped through the 4 previous items... settling on neither

"Damn, these suits are malfunctioning." said one of the Hazardous environment team. They continued through the galley... The smoke or whatever it was, was totally obscuring their sight.

The 4th as yet unnamed and currently undiscernable from the others appart from that they where taller slipped on something. There was some kind of slime trail on the floor. The person that slipped scooped up some of the trail and got back on their feet.

"Trash Slime slime?" suggested the person... "Let's have a look shall we." as the scanning equipment went over the slime...

still looking out the window Wolf pulls out a small box from his Tactical Vest and hold's it out in front of him and opens it up

"got them made for you two day's back"said Wolf showing two Ring's inside of the box to the Twin's

"oh they Beautiful"said both of them as they take them out an place them on there finger's

"good"said Wolf as he place the box back

The team inside the El Dorado space prison continued their internal analysis and scanning of the ship... As it was a prison ship they managed to basically either absorb or rebound any known waves and so external scanning could not be acheived.

They entered into the large prison galley, where the food is prepared it was full of some kind of smoke, or mist, the instruments in their suits could not identify exactly what it was... somewhere saying, it was metal.. others some kind of spore, some thought it was just smoke. Whatever it was the suits could not decide as they continuely flipped through the 4 previous items... settling on neither

"Damn, these suits are malfunctioning." said one of the Hazardous environment team. They continued through the galley... The smoke or whatever it was, was totally obscuring their sight.

The 4th as yet unnamed and currently undiscernable from the others appart from that they where taller slipped on something. There was some kind of slime trail on the floor. The person that slipped scooped up some of the trail and got back on their feet.

"Trash Slime slime?" suggested the person... "Let's have a look shall we." as the scanning equipment went over the slime...

OOC: The same one on the station?

OOC: The same one on the station?

OOC: No, There was a Prison Ship called the El Dorado which is not connected to the CSP at all where all of it's inmates unexpectedly died in a short manner.

This is all happening inside the prison ship as TGM had been contracted to santatise and deal with the entire mess that is in the El Dorado Prison ship by Dwarf.

OOC: No, There was a Prison Ship called the El Dorado which is not connected to the CSP at all where all of it's inmates unexpectedly died in a short manner.

This is all happening inside the prison ship as TGM had been contracted to santatise and deal with the entire mess that is in the El Dorado Prison ship by Dwarf.

OOC: Oh, Dwarf is another player your RP'ing for?

OOC: I'm just doing it as an NPC .. I don't know where he is from, and he won't be seen again. So I just thought I'd mix the race up a bit instead of Human and voila Dwarf TGM Customer NPC.. though you can use him if you want to. I won't be

OOC: I'm just doing it as an NPC .. I don't know where he is from, and he won't be seen again. So I just thought I'd mix the race up a bit instead of Human and voila Dwarf TGM Customer NPC.. though you can use him if you want to. I won't be

OOC: No, but I was going to bring in a BIG job, that stretched the very definition of the subject. Cleaning the Aquamarinian Testing grounds. A massive area where all the failed experiemnts and subsiquently wrecked ships are collected and kept. There are THINGS, in there, that would require security. It could almost be its own thread. I'll bring in an IC character later and explain.

snip
OOC way messy then a war and when it end i guess
IC

Wolf still keep's looking out of the window with the Twin's and there Pet's next to him
"are you ok"ask Sky
"yes just thinking on the next move in this war"said Wolf telling one of the thing's he was thinking on

OOC way messy then a war and when it end i guess

OOC: Expand on that thought, would you please? there isn't enough there for me to even guess at what your saying.

OOC: Expand on that thought, would you please? there isn't enough there for me to even guess at what your saying.
OOC er dam it forget
i'm in the middle of leaning basic rank system, base location relevant to the job, equipment i be using and unberstanding of current affairs and the Defence Force role in them
so my mind all over the place

OOC: okay, well I'll get this thing done reasonably quickly.

IC: It was not trash slime the scanner had never seen it before. IT was, however able to determine it came from a living thing. There was something in the galley that was alive. Something unknown.....

Suddenly the suits started reading that there was nothing known and nothing that could b e potentially dangerous in terms of airborne molecules and such in the room.... A muffled noise eminated from behind them... and soon there was a loud cracking noise as the sample that they collected broke the countainer they had it in and now there was something living moving around in where the sample was kept.

The Hazardous environment crew was stumped for a second it had no idea what to do, however one of these living things had infact started to attack one of the crew and had eaten it's way through the protectiive suit and started to eat the member... They all ran in horror as the women (as it was now obvious by her screams) was getting eaten alive.. anther managed to get away from it as a second one had eaten away at the suit...

The woman was lagging behind and as soon as everyone apart from her was in the portals to the TGM ship closed trapping her inside to face the same fate as the prisoners.

The ship shot a beam at it... Soon the ship was compressed into an ultra small ball, no gasses or anything remotely livable was there for anything to survive. The ship put it on board in quarantine and then went back to headquarters

"On the embassy matter," replied Abel between sips, "that's easy. I can a PADD with the standard agreement ready for signing by all parties involved, and that includes a representative of Ri-an.

"As for a trade pact, what did you have in mind?

"In regards to the military agreement, it depends on what you planned to suggest. I'm afraid we can't offer much as most of our resources at the moment are either tied up in exploring space outside what we control or putting down the rogue factions working against our Empress."

The Inquisitor nodded, and said to Valdes, "We can do the Embassy agreement. Though I must ask, what is a PADD?"

Valdes replied, "Well sir, I believe it is a portable computing device, similar to the battle computers used by Commanders, Kasrkins, and Inquisitors like yourself, and similar to various kinds of civil models of those machines. I encountered a few on my travels. Of course, they have much more in the way of civilian applications--some even use Machine Spirits."

Inquisitor Demaggio, somewhat suspicious of the xeno technology, frowned and whispered to Valdes, "Machine Spirits? Will it interfere with our equipment?"

Valdes assured the good Inquisitor, taking him aside and whispering to him, to make sure Abel didn't hear: "My good sir, these people seem trustworthy enough--I've a good hunch, and when you're a Rogue Trader like me, sir, you learn to get more good ones than bad. After all, they do have coffee. And they're talking to us--I am sure they're not going to poison our good equipment that the Techpriests gave us while we talk."

The Inquisitor nodded, and turned back to Abel, saying, "We will take the agreement on the PADD. In the meantime, I would like my partner to discuss trade."

Valdes stepped up and said, "The Dominion of Hailung has items of trade worth looking at. Dragonfish make fine meals, good for importing into your lands--our fifth world has a vibrant fishing industry dedicated to the fish, and farms it as well. Our Agro-World also produces much in the way of cereals and grains, to feed our people and then some, especially in the way of beef. Fine luxuries such as furs, master-crafted jewelry would appeal perhaps to those in your land who are of means.

Weapons such as fearsome bolters and permutations thereof that fire explosive ammunition would make fine infantry arms, owing to the resulting power. We also have vehicles such as the sturdy Leman Russ tank, forged by the Adeptus Mechanicus bases on our first world, is a capable war machine that can be adapted to fit many roles, and is simple to train on and operate. For close combat, our forces use chain and power weapons, swords and blades that are either fitted with motorized chains of teeth--similar to a chainsaw--or use directed energy concentrated into a blade. These fearsome close combat items have saved many a soldier and Space Marine, and may be worth considering.

Besides the martial arts, our Techpriests--keepers of the arts of technology and its secrets--produce fine electronic equipment, blessed by the Machine God and durable and reliable in any circumstance. Our manufactoria also produce other fine machines, especially in terms of automotive equipment, be it for civilian transport or for the service of the Immortal Emperor.

I have samples in my transport if you wish to see them."

After Valdes finished his speech, Inquisitor Demaggio then said, smiling, "That reminds me. Militariliy, we would be willing to assist you in suppressing Heresy against your government. The Ordo Hereticus and all organizations in the Inquisitions are eager to stamp out heresy and potential threats to the Immortal Emperor wherever they may be, and if you need firearms or more direct military assistance, we may be able to help. Though we may begin our own expansions soon."

"I do believe, that you too have those you wish to be rid of, such as the king. You also know this space better than I. We have technology powerful enough to cause major devastation to entire star systems, you have the knowledge of the area. My fellow believers and I all thought that maybe we could work out a deal, a partner ship, and take them both out at once." Geoarty said.

"You speak of battle without honor," growled the male Methuselah, "even though we don't follow the Empress, we still respect our enemies. Do not underestimate them. Our enemies are the Imperial military, not the civilian population. We are not monsters."

"True," agreed the female Methuselah, "The Nightroad family is not one you want to confront directly.

"Still, your proposal has merit. Though, in regards to this Kajeenith of yours, I don't see what we have capable of taking on a being with god-like powers."

OOC: Ohh, you've given me a plot that could lead to the Blood God coming.

The Inquisitor nodded, and said to Valdes, "We can do the Embassy agreement. Though I must ask, what is a PADD?"

"This," Abel said holding up an example, "it is an acronym for Personal Access Display Device. Essentially, an evolution of the old PDAs from the late 20th century. You would use a stylus to sign."

Valdes replied, "Well sir, I believe it is a portable computing device, similar to the battle computers used by Commanders, Kasrkins, and Inquisitors like yourself, and similar to various kinds of civil models of those machines. I encountered a few on my travels. Of course, they have much more in the way of civilian applications--some even use Machine Spirits."

Inquisitor Demaggio, somewhat suspicious of the xeno technology, frowned and whispered to Valdes, "Machine Spirits? Will it interfere with our equipment?"

"It depends on what these 'machine spirits' are," replied Abel.

Valdes assured the good Inquisitor, taking him aside and whispering to him, to make sure Abel didn't hear: "My good sir, these people seem trustworthy enough--I've a good hunch, and when you're a Rogue Trader like me, sir, you learn to get more good ones than bad. After all, they do have coffee. And they're talking to us--I am sure they're not going to poison our good equipment that the Techpriests gave us while we talk."

The Inquisitor nodded, and turned back to Abel, saying, "We will take the agreement on the PADD. In the meantime, I would like my partner to discuss trade."

Valdes stepped up and said, "The Dominion of Hailung has items of trade worth looking at. Dragonfish make fine meals, good for importing into your lands--our fifth world has a vibrant fishing industry dedicated to the fish, and farms it as well. Our Agro-World also produces much in the way of cereals and grains, to feed our people and then some, especially in the way of beef. Fine luxuries such as furs, master-crafted jewelry would appeal perhaps to those in your land who are of means.

"That sounds agreeable," replied Abel, "in exchange Trinity Blood can offer massive amounts from our raw resource reserves. The excess probably comes from having so many dead worlds only suitable for mining."

Weapons such as fearsome bolters and permutations thereof that fire explosive ammunition would make fine infantry arms, owing to the resulting power. We also have vehicles such as the sturdy Leman Russ tank, forged by the Adeptus Mechanicus bases on our first world, is a capable war machine that can be adapted to fit many roles, and is simple to train on and operate. For close combat, our forces use chain and power weapons, swords and blades that are either fitted with motorized chains of teeth--similar to a chainsaw--or use directed energy concentrated into a blade. These fearsome close combat items have saved many a soldier and Space Marine, and may be worth considering.

"Chainswords we are aware of, quite similar to the old chainsaws used to cut down trees," responded Abel, "we even constructed a model for use as a peace offering to the Chronosian represenatives when they arrived a while back. Better that we amuse them and live than annoy them and die, wouldn't you agree?

"I'm sure it would be simple to apply the same methods to create similar weapons fueld by more efficient power cells instead of internal combustion and an easy access thumb control instead of a rip-chord. Which we can offer you.

"As for the rest, we could use some advancement in regards to surface combat. I'm sure we can use the Ri-anese hologram technology for you to creat simulations of the mentioned weapons."

Besides the martial arts, our Techpriests--keepers of the arts of technology and its secrets--produce fine electronic equipment, blessed by the Machine God and durable and reliable in any circumstance. Our manufactoria also produce other fine machines, especially in terms of automotive equipment, be it for civilian transport or for the service of the Immortal Emperor.

I have samples in my transport if you wish to see them."

"Depends on if it would be compatable with our isolinear circuitry," Abel continued, "so, we'll have to set aside one of our shuttles for it to be tested aboard. Agreed?"

After Valdes finished his speech, Inquisitor Demaggio then said, smiling, "That reminds me. Militariliy, we would be willing to assist you in suppressing Heresy against your government. The Ordo Hereticus and all organizations in the Inquisitions are eager to stamp out heresy and potential threats to the Immortal Emperor wherever they may be, and if you need firearms or more direct military assistance, we may be able to help. Though we may begin our own expansions soon."

"Plans are under way to remove the minor rogue groups from under foot," admitted Abel, "however, the two more powerful ones, especially the RCO, pose quite a significant problem with their infiltration and disruption from within tactics. They've survived against us for over a thousand years, but we will take them down eventually."

OOC: Yep, planning on a big Civil War type deal between the Imperial government and the RCO.

OOC then would you like to buy my ZPM's

Outside the station...

From far away, a giant, ancient creature flew towards the station. It strongly resembled a Dragon. It looked to be largely influenced by Asian myths and stories, but with some European features.

It had three sets of wings, and was very old.

It was a creature that dwelled naturally in space. The Ri-anese called it a space Dragon, and on occasion, a Stargon.

It wound its way around the station, and ships could find they could communicate with it on the higher frequencies.

An octopus ship towed in an asteroid, and parked it near the station.

The creature curled up, and rested on the asteroid.

"Kajeenith brings the station a gift. One of the Guardians of Ri-an, a Stargon." said an Aquamarinian from aboard the ship.

"My name is Thelnir, a pleasure to meet you." said the Stargon.

"You speak of battle without honor," growled the male Methuselah, "even though we don't follow the Empress, we still respect our enemies. Do not underestimate them. Our enemies are the Imperial military, not the civilian population. We are not monsters."

"True," agreed the female Methuselah, "The Nightroad family is not one you want to confront directly.

"Still, your proposal has merit. Though, in regards to this Kajeenith of yours, I don't see what we have capable of taking on a being with god-like powers."

OOC: Ohh, you've given me a plot that could lead to the Blood God coming.


OOC: Then, by all means, build to the Blood God RP. I'll try to give answers that only aid.

IC:
"Well, short of Ressurecting another God, very few people do. But the Ri-anese have studied magick for thousands of years." Geoarty said.

We have studied, since the Dawn of Time itself, that which others call magick. But Magick, as many percieve it, truely does not exist. We understand the Highest form of Science, and control it.

Geoarty shook his head. He was lost somewhere else again. Yet, while he was lost, the Methuslah would find, his mind, his body, he was someone comepletly diffrent. Yet it would be unwise of them to talk about it, just yet.

"I can help you with magick, and give you technology such as your nation does not currently have. With it, you can do many things, and so much more." Geoarty said.

inqistor shadow muttered something alon the lines of too many damn xenos to conduct a propeer inqistion

OOC: okay, well I'll get this thing done reasonably quickly.

IC: It was not trash slime the scanner had never seen it before. IT was, however able to determine it came from a living thing. There was something in the galley that was alive. Something unknown.....

Suddenly the suits started reading that there was nothing known and nothing that could b e potentially dangerous in terms of airborne molecules and such in the room.... A muffled noise eminated from behind them... and soon there was a loud cracking noise as the sample that they collected broke the countainer they had it in and now there was something living moving around in where the sample was kept.

The Hazardous environment crew was stumped for a second it had no idea what to do, however one of these living things had infact started to attack one of the crew and had eaten it's way through the protectiive suit and started to eat the member... They all ran in horror as the women (as it was now obvious by her screams) was getting eaten alive.. anther managed to get away from it as a second one had eaten away at the suit...

The woman was lagging behind and as soon as everyone apart from her was in the portals to the TGM ship closed trapping her inside to face the same fate as the prisoners.

The ship shot a beam at it... Soon the ship was compressed into an ultra small ball, no gasses or anything remotely livable was there for anything to survive. The ship put it on board in quarantine and then went back to headquarters

A merry, prancing, dancing man came into the Trash Depot. He thought all other people should be grateful to be in his presence.

He walked up to the desk.

"So, your the trash people? hmm, yes. Its so obvious. Say listen sweetie, I have a job for you and your people. You may need people from all over your company. Its in Ri-an territory, trapped between Fluidic and Dry-space. It measures five light-years accross. The Ri-an Department of Waste Management is willing to pay handsomely to have it removed. Its one massive interconnected but not really connected pile of Ships, Some were failed experiments, others were the victims of experiments. None are in working order, and none are worth saving. we'd do it ourselves, but you see honey, there are things in there that don't want to be disposed of. But trash doesn't have the right to decide if it gets thrown away or not. We'll give you one week to get ready, but don't take too long mkay? Other organisations are bound to hear about the contract and come salivating over it." The man said in the most insulting tone one could imagine. He patted the woman on the head.

"Be a good girl now." he said.

Then he turned and pranced off. No one really liked him.

OOC: I'm thinking about making a thread over it.

"err"said Snow looking up at him
Wolf look's into her eye's then into Sky eye's

"mm"said Wolf as he put's up a shadow wall so on one can see what was about to happen

with the wall up he take's out the sword bayonet an cut's his right hand open to let blood out

"one at the time "said Wolf as he hold's it out

Snow digs in with her fangs at the open wound an starts to feed
Sky just growls at her sister for beating her to the feed

Wolf just growls back at her in a tone which would mean quiet if it was said

OOC yes there is a back story to why this is happening

"It depends on what these 'machine spirits' are," replied Abel.


Valdes explained, "Machine spirits are what you would call "Artificial Intelligences." We use a limited form of them, truly sentient A.Is are frowned upon by the Adeptus Mechanicus as "Abominable Intelligences.""

He then smiled and said, "It's a long story, but it involves some trouble with machines of those kind a while back."


"That sounds agreeable," replied Abel, "in exchange Trinity Blood can offer massive amounts from our raw resource reserves. The excess probably comes from having so many dead worlds only suitable for mining."



Valdes clapped his hands together at this, and smiled, replying, "Aye, that is excellent. Our manufactoria are always on the lookout for raw materials to produce goods--they're very active people."

"Chainswords we are aware of, quite similar to the old chainsaws used to cut down trees," responded Abel, "we even constructed a model for use as a peace offering to the Chronosian represenatives when they arrived a while back. Better that we amuse them and live than annoy them and die, wouldn't you agree?

"I'm sure it would be simple to apply the same methods to create similar weapons fueld by more efficient power cells instead of internal combustion and an easy access thumb control instead of a rip-chord. Which we can offer you.

"As for the rest, we could use some advancement in regards to surface combat. I'm sure we can use the Ri-anese hologram technology for you to creat simulations of the mentioned weapons."

The Inquisitor and Valdes looked at one another when they heard this, and Valdes said, "So you know of the chainsword then? Aye, then you know it is an awesome weapon. As for the improvements you describe....Inquisitor, what do you think?"

Demaggio said curtly, "I think it's pretty good. Whether the Adeptus Mechanicus will approve of it is another matter. Still, it'd be nice to start up the old chainsword with a thumb starter. Let me call a man down..."

He picked up the vox-caster, and dialed in a few numbers. After a quick talk, he hung up and said, "A man from the Adeptus Mechanicus will come down shortly to explain everything. As for the holosimulators, those will be acceptable."

"Depends on if it would be compatable with our isolinear circuitry," Abel continued, "so, we'll have to set aside one of our shuttles for it to be tested aboard. Agreed?"


Inquisitor Demaggio then said, "Our technology does not use isolinear chips, like yours. There might be some compatibility issues. However, basic technologies such as Auspex scanners and other elements may work out well. I suppose a test might be in order, but I will leave that to the Techpriest to decide."


"Plans are under way to remove the minor rogue groups from under foot," admitted Abel, "however, the two more powerful ones, especially the RCO, pose quite a significant problem with their infiltration and disruption from within tactics. They've survived against us for over a thousand years, but we will take them down eventually."

OOC: Yep, planning on a big Civil War type deal between the Imperial government and the RCO.

At this, Inquisitor Demaggio grinned, only saying, "Ah yes. We have similar issues; on our outer worlds and in the underareas of the hive cities of Hailung IV, we must deal with the Chaos Cult known as the Cult of the Second Child. They are an insidious, heretical force, that lures its followers with promises of glory and power and instead traps them with mutation and a host of enslavements to dark powers. As a result, the Ordo Hereticus has experience in containing these forces, and I repeat, they may be able to assist you."

Sky was now Feeding as her sister lick's her lip's of blood that may be there

"i order a new ship to be build at Dragon Fire for us"said Wolf

"what it look's like and what will happen to the Ebon Hawk"ask Snow

"Ebon Hawk will stay here an run between DF and the CSP an here what the new one will look like"said Wolf showing them his PDA



OOC heres what it look like when it's fininsh an it was hard to find the pic
http://www.movieboard.de/kritiken/titanae.jpg

“Quite colorful I must admit but not as wild as some I have heard. I certainly don’t hope you think of us as anything you just described. It would be most discouraging.”

Anthony thought for a moment.

“Let’s go through the list you just mentioned: We are all just thoughts. It does not matter who we are but our consciousness is nothing but interconnected thoughts. Nobody is invincible, there is weakness built into every being in the Multiverses. If someone would kill anything the right way there is no return form death. As far as ruling Hell, I haven’t received any profit sharing from that venture so I don’t know anything personally. As for the unbeatability of our Psi you must remember, the old saying ‘There is always someone bigger’ applies to everyone. It is true Galvenor is one of the Heads of the White Tower College but it is a shared position with Snake Eaters and Kaymiril. The Balrogga Empire is not interested in leading, we have other goals in mind so we don’t rule the ESUS but are just members. We have never been part of the GE. We actually have no influence over either alliance so the entertainment is in the concept of the untruth only.”

“Now, what else have you heard and what truths are you seeking.”

“Quite colorful I must admit but not as wild as some I have heard. I certainly don’t hope you think of us as anything you just described. It would be most discouraging.”

Anthony thought for a moment.

“Let’s go through the list you just mentioned: We are all just thoughts. It does not matter who we are but our consciousness is nothing but interconnected thoughts. Nobody is invincible, there is weakness built into every being in the Multiverses. If someone would kill anything the right way there is no return form death. As far as ruling Hell, I haven’t received any profit sharing from that venture so I don’t know anything personally. As for the unbeatability of our Psi you must remember, the old saying ‘There is always someone bigger’ applies to everyone. It is true Galvenor is one of the Heads of the White Tower College but it is a shared position with Snake Eaters and Kaymiril. The Balrogga Empire is not interested in leading, we have other goals in mind so we don’t rule the ESUS but are just members. We have never been part of the GE. We actually have no influence over either alliance so the entertainment is in the concept of the untruth only.”

“Now, what else have you heard and what truths are you seeking.”

"I can wait until later. It would appear that ms. Haruko Kamio from Trinity Blood is here to meet with you for your original purpose." Kajeenith said.

He waved Ms. Kamio over.

"Ms. Kamio, Mr. Stark, of The Balrogga Empire. Mr. Stark, Ms. Kamio, of Trinity Blood. Mr. Stark is here on Diplomatic business, that appears to have been requested on your side. I'll be roaming the station scaring Ri-anese for no reason in particular other than that I can, should you need me." he said Formally introducing them to each other.

He left.

OOC: Bal, tomorrow, look for Trinity's posts. She's carrying on the conversation from here. She also had this to say earlier, if you missed it.

@Bal: Ms. Kamio is just an average human, or Terran as they are called in Trinity Blood (probably due to that those in the Empire originated on the homeworld of Terra deep in TB space (my canon based version of Earth)). So, except for a very logical and analytical mind, she's got no powers or abilities.

OOC:


I saw the post. I can't wait until I meet with some Methuselah. I loved the anime Trinity used for her basis. The animators really went into detail that makes the feel of the series unique.

SNIP
OOC dam miss that post

OOC: I was just using it as a point of refrence to describe how strong the fear was.

OOC: And I was just using it as a way to show that Falsus is in the same place at the same time as other characters, and I intend to have him interact with a few of them. :) :) :)

inqistor shadow muttered something alon the lines of too many damn xenos to conduct a propeer inqistion

"I'm not going to interfere," Falsus said. "In fact, I'm interested in seeing how a true master such as yourself does it."

There was no telling whether or not he was sincere.

hunter shock the first xenos i want to know how they managed to aquire one of our warshops

OOC then would you like to buy my ZPM's

OOC: Yep. Unlike canon ST, my General Order 1 isn't the canon Prime Directive. Mine is, roughly, to get my hands on anything and everything I can that would be beneficial to the Empire.

Outside the station...

From far away, a giant, ancient creature flew towards the station. It strongly resembled a Dragon. It looked to be largely influenced by Asian myths and stories, but with some European features.

It had three sets of wings, and was very old.

It was a creature that dwelled naturally in space. The Ri-anese called it a space Dragon, and on occasion, a Stargon.

It wound its way around the station, and ships could find they could communicate with it on the higher frequencies.

An octopus ship towed in an asteroid, and parked it near the station.

The creature curled up, and rested on the asteroid.

"Kajeenith brings the station a gift. One of the Guardians of Ri-an, a Stargon." said an Aquamarinian from aboard the ship.

"My name is Thelnir, a pleasure to meet you." said the Stargon.

=/\=Welcome to the Constantine Space Port complex. Have a pleasent stay with us in system.=/\=

OOC: Then, by all means, build to the Blood God RP. I'll try to give answers that only aid.

IC:
"Well, short of Ressurecting another God, very few people do. But the Ri-anese have studied magick for thousands of years." Geoarty said.

The two masked Methuselah looked at each other in a way, that even through their masks, indicated that such an idea was on the table.

We have studied, since the Dawn of Time itself, that which others call magick. But Magick, as many percieve it, truely does not exist. We understand the Highest form of Science, and control it.

Geoarty shook his head. He was lost somewhere else again. Yet, while he was lost, the Methuslah would find, his mind, his body, he was someone comepletly diffrent. Yet it would be unwise of them to talk about it, just yet.

"I can help you with magick, and give you technology such as your nation does not currently have. With it, you can do many things, and so much more." Geoarty said.

"Advanced technology is one thing," began the male Methuselah.

"But knowing how to use it and having ships to put it on is another thing altogether," finished the female Methuselah.

It was obvious that not only did these two operate as a team that was almost a single being, but that there was some currently undiscernable link between the two.

inqistor shadow muttered something alon the lines of too many damn xenos to conduct a propeer inqistion

OOC: Recall the TOS episode 'Dagger Of The Mind'? What I'm going to do to the traitor Methuselah is going to be somewhat like that. Only he won't be allowed to die after one treatment like the bad guy in that episode. Might even throw in some Agony Booth time for him.

Valdes explained, "Machine spirits are what you would call "Artificial Intelligences." We use a limited form of them, truly sentient A.Is are frowned upon by the Adeptus Mechanicus as "Abominable Intelligences.""

He then smiled and said, "It's a long story, but it involves some trouble with machines of those kind a while back."

"Then you need not fret," assured Abel, "Trinity Blood currently has no AIs. There are interactive computer programs designed to seem life-like, but they are just tools used to aide in work or entertainment."

Valdes clapped his hands together at this, and smiled, replying, "Aye, that is excellent. Our manufactoria are always on the lookout for raw materials to produce goods--they're very active people."

"Interesting," replied Abel, "well, they are always welcome to add a station to the CSP complex to take delivery. Sorry to say, without the approval of the Empress, I can't authorize anyone to enter our space."

The Inquisitor and Valdes looked at one another when they heard this, and Valdes said, "So you know of the chainsword then? Aye, then you know it is an awesome weapon. As for the improvements you describe....Inquisitor, what do you think?"

"We learned of them from data provided by the nation of Ri-an, though we had to extrapolate quite a bit from the few images and minute amounts of technical data we had," admitted Abel, "though, if our designers had considered the possibilities, we would have also developed that distinctive evolution of the chain saw ourselves. A simplistic, but quite effective, weapon, if I do say so."

Demaggio said curtly, "I think it's pretty good. Whether the Adeptus Mechanicus will approve of it is another matter. Still, it'd be nice to start up the old chainsword with a thumb starter. Let me call a man down..."

He picked up the vox-caster, and dialed in a few numbers. After a quick talk, he hung up and said, "A man from the Adeptus Mechanicus will come down shortly to explain everything. As for the holosimulators, those will be acceptable."

Abel nodded his confirmation of the arrangements.

"I'll see about getting you some time in one of the larger holosuites for the demonstrations.

"As for your 'Adeptus Mechanicus' representative," he continued, "I'm sure he'll agree the modifications make for a more effecient weapon that can be used in even tighter quarters that a standard one couldn't because of the lack of room to pull the rip chord."

Inquisitor Demaggio then said, "Our technology does not use isolinear chips, like yours. There might be some compatibility issues. However, basic technologies such as Auspex scanners and other elements may work out well. I suppose a test might be in order, but I will leave that to the Techpriest to decide."

"That has been a problem we've found," Abel said, "some of the tech we've recieved from other nations has proven also problamatic in being adapted to our systems. Still, I see no reason to regret the path our computer technology has taken. Even the Gaians were impressed at the size of our cores and how much data we could fit on them, from what I hear."

At this, Inquisitor Demaggio grinned, only saying, "Ah yes. We have similar issues; on our outer worlds and in the underareas of the hive cities of Hailung IV, we must deal with the Chaos Cult known as the Cult of the Second Child. They are an insidious, heretical force, that lures its followers with promises of glory and power and instead traps them with mutation and a host of enslavements to dark powers. As a result, the Ordo Hereticus has experience in containing these forces, and I repeat, they may be able to assist you."

OOC: I'm actually stalling IC'ly so I can do some build up so it'll be more intersting a Civil War later. Still, you can probably expect yourself to recieve an invite to participate with your Ordo Hereticus.

IC: "Fighting them isn't what my main concern is," replied Abel, "we've destroyed each and everyone of the fleets they've sent against us, even with the sabatoge they manage to sow amoung our forces. As such, they've gone into hiding. Still, the Empress has decried that we have more important matters to concern ourselves with, like the betterment of the Empire, than a group of cowards hiding themselves instead of facing us and dying in honorable combat."

=/\=Welcome to the Constantine Space Port complex. Have a pleasent stay with us in system.=/\=



The two masked Methuselah looked at each other in a way, that even through their masks, indicated that such an idea was on the table.



"Advanced technology is one thing," began the male Methuselah.

"But knowing how to use it and having ships to put it on is another thing altogether," finished the female Methuselah.

It was obvious that not only did these two operate as a team that was almost a single being, but that there was some currently undiscernable link between the two.

Thelnir nodded.

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Geoarty smiled.

"Well, we have both we could supply you with." he said.

as Sky finish feeding Snow pull's out a Mortar and Pestle out of her sidebag
Sky now finish licks her lips clean as she pulls out of her sidebag needle, thread , Corkbulb Root, Marshmerrow
Sky hands her sister the Ingredients to be made in to a paste,she then starts on Wolf hand with the needle and thread

"With plea-sure," the HK said through its fangs. Its eyes narrowed, and there was a little beep as it locked its targeting site, attached to its left eye, dead center on the kidnapper. Slowly, savoring the moment, it reached its glowing tail over and touched it against the criminal's arm.

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OOC: What happens when you shock a Methuselah? :) :) :)

Only TB knows for sure.

shadow smiled as you can see falius the tech priests turned the hker into an addiqaute escort for an inqistor it has 2 lassguns inbuild an elcrto shoch genrater and 2 mini rockets is is also equiped withan mk 50 targeting suite

"With plea-sure," the HK said through its fangs. Its eyes narrowed, and there was a little beep as it locked its targeting site, attached to its left eye, dead center on the kidnapper. Slowly, savoring the moment, it reached its glowing tail over and touched it against the criminal's arm.

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OOC: What happens when you shock a Methuselah? :) :) :)

Only TB knows for sure.

OOC: Other than that there speed, agility, strength, stamina, senses, et cetera are enhanced, a Methuselah is basically a human with vampiric style upper canine teeth. So, the same thing as if it were a human, only able to endure higher levels of charge than an average human.

WARNING: The following IC will contain foul language (going to have to get used to it).

IC: "What the fuck are you doing!?" roared the security officer left in charge, "for one thing, he's still tranqualized. For another, he's got a date with an Agony Booth, much more effecient at the job than simple electric shocks."

Geoarty smiled.

"Well, we have both we could supply you with." he said.

OOC: Ri-an, are those of old Ri-an supposed to be your good guys? Just wondering as the rogue faction you are trying to ally them with would probably be more like Kajeenith than they would want (they are trying to plunge TB into a new Civil War afterall in which they want to come out on top).

IC: "What, use your ships and when your done let you remote detonate them," snarled the male Methuselah, "I don't think so."

"He does have a point," added the female Methuselah, "you've given us no reason to trust you. How do we know you won't betray us when the alliance is no longer needed?"

OOC Trinity Blood for the ZPM i work somethong out how you hear that i use them an as for foul language change to the Language i pick as Imperial

OOC Trinity Blood for the ZPM i work somethong out how you hear that i use them an as for foul language change to the Language i pick as Imperial

OOC: I saw your posting about having 600 for sale in Ri-an's old Orion Trade Station thread.

Though, I don't understand what you mean in regards to language. Please explain.

A merry, prancing, dancing man came into the Trash Depot. He thought all other people should be grateful to be in his presence.

He walked up to the desk.

"So, your the trash people? hmm, yes. Its so obvious. Say listen sweetie, I have a job for you and your people. You may need people from all over your company. Its in Ri-an territory, trapped between Fluidic and Dry-space. It measures five light-years accross. The Ri-an Department of Waste Management is willing to pay handsomely to have it removed. Its one massive interconnected but not really connected pile of Ships, Some were failed experiments, others were the victims of experiments. None are in working order, and none are worth saving. we'd do it ourselves, but you see honey, there are things in there that don't want to be disposed of. But trash doesn't have the right to decide if it gets thrown away or not. We'll give you one week to get ready, but don't take too long mkay? Other organisations are bound to hear about the contract and come salivating over it." The man said in the most insulting tone one could imagine. He patted the woman on the head.

"Be a good girl now." he said.

Then he turned and pranced off. No one really liked him.

OOC: I'm thinking about making a thread over it.

Rachael was thinking of about 101 was that she would like to hurt the man, she imaged every single one of them occuring. That seemed to calm her down. "That man is more odious than all the combined trash in the uni, multiverse or whatever it is." she thought to herself. Rolling her eyes particularily at the man as he pranced away.

But a job was a job and it was a large one, she estimated that, despite the vagueries of the job description that a fifth of the entire TGM fleet would be needed, in addition the largest ever assembly of TGM "security" forces.

She got onto the communicator and got in touch with the only person she knew that could get the job done. She went straight to the top, something that is only to be done in extreme situations, exactly like these, He'd given a time frame of 5 days for everyone to be there and assembled, now she just had the task of informing that man... something that she didn't look forward to but at least it was the last time she would. However realising that he had not left any contact details she was fuming he could be anywhere in the port.

She turned on the hologram to do it's job and then left to find him, she wished she could just let him suffer but she was directly told to do something by the CEO himself, and she could not just "ignore" it.

OOC: I saw your posting about having 600 for sale in Ri-an's old Orion Trade Station thread.

Though, I don't understand what you mean in regards to language. Please explain.
OOC
did have but you use lot's in war

"nindel dosib jivviim elg'caress" that what i mean it's real as some other player use it give a link to it in a thread i was looking in some time back

OOC: Ri-an, are those of old Ri-an supposed to be your good guys? Just wondering as the rogue faction you are trying to ally them with would probably be more like Kajeenith than they would want (they are trying to plunge TB into a new Civil War afterall in which they want to come out on top).

IC: "What, use your ships and when your done let you remote detonate them," snarled the male Methuselah, "I don't think so."

"He does have a point," added the female Methuselah, "you've given us no reason to trust you. How do we know you won't betray us when the alliance is no longer needed?"

OOC: Yes, good guys trying to stop the Evil, and you've forced me to show his true form.

IC: "Words alone will not a mode of trust make. I could sit here and rattle off one assurance after another. I would transport you to Ri-an, and show you for yourself why we don't want Kajeenith, and would happily let you keep the ships, but I don't have that much power." Geoarty said.

Energy flickered through his body. His features visably changed. Not changed, just sharpened, as though he was Super Real, Real beyond the level of Real they were used to dealing with. Even his voice changed.

"And yet I do. I have the power to move worlds, shake Galaxies, and crumble the entire Universe. I can depose of Kajeenith myself, as easily as I could ahnnihilate you both before you even so much as moved a step. So why do I need your help? Why do i not do it myself? Its because I am not yet back to full power, having been Reincarnated and reborn into this new body. I know more about Science and the great powers than you'll learn in 100 of your lifetimes." Xos, The Magi-master said.

He took the two to Ri-an, without even touching them, flinging them accross Galaxies and worlds.

They found themselves standing atop a hill. Destruction lay everywhere. Forests were toppeled over and left to Rot, Fields were dug up, Oceans were stagnated. The people lay in great horrible pain from disease worse than what medicene knew how to treat. Some were missing limbs, some were missing an eye, everyone was missing some teeth, most had open festering wounds, and the most horrible sight of all were the numerous children, tortured beyond recognition as being human, and crucified to Black Crosses, that hung upside down.

A great Chasim that spread 3000 miles accross lay open, and from it a great lady's screams of horrible unending agony could be heard.

"Now do you doubt me? Is there any more reason why you should not trust me? I promise you, that we will not bow up the ships afterwards, we just want him gone."

Kajeenith had returned from the station for awhile, his ggod feelings gone. He surveyed the same scene next to them and laughed openly at it.

"Why help him? It was their own fault, they existed, and they fought me. That waqs crime enough for me. If you side with me, and don't fight me, I will not do the same to you and your nation for the same crime of existing. It is inexcusable, and there is no Salvation, no redemption. Cry to whatever Gods you will, because I will destroy all things, IT IS INEVITABLE! But if you just give yourselves up to the Void, I will afford you a paradise unlike any you could find in any Reality." Kajeenith said.

The Void Flickered, and the horrible scene was gone, replaced by sparkling fountains, and people laughing merrily and generaly having a good time. There was no pain, no suffering, no hunger, no homelessness. It was eternal Paradise. Children swarmed around Kajeenith begging for him to play ball. with them.

The Void Flashed, and Kajeenith returned them to where they were before. Xos sat on the side of the bed in tears.

"If I had my full strength, I could right this terrible evil." he cried.

OOC: Sorry, forgot to remove the last OOC comment when I was.

Rachael was thinking of about 101 was that she would like to hurt the man, she imaged every single one of them occuring. That seemed to calm her down. "That man is more odious than all the combined trash in the uni, multiverse or whatever it is." she thought to herself. Rolling her eyes particularily at the man as he pranced away.

But a job was a job and it was a large one, she estimated that, despite the vagueries of the job description that a fifth of the entire TGM fleet would be needed, in addition the largest ever assembly of TGM "security" forces.

She got onto the communicator and got in touch with the only person she knew that could get the job done. She went straight to the top, something that is only to be done in extreme situations, exactly like these, He'd given a time frame of 5 days for everyone to be there and assembled, now she just had the task of informing that man... something that she didn't look forward to but at least it was the last time she would. However realising that he had not left any contact details she was fuming he could be anywhere in the port.

She turned on the hologram to do it's job and then left to find him, she wished she could just let him suffer but she was directly told to do something by the CEO himself, and she could not just "ignore" it.

OOC: really, its only half the size of Jupiter, I was exagerating ICly on purpose, as a part of the Character's Identity. Just thought you should know.
I am going to make a thread over it, and just to provide some competition, I'm going to leave it open. We can get the ball rolling in here though.
IC: He was in the Brothel, but short of selling her morals, she wouldn't be able to get a hold of him for a few hours.

OOC
did have but you use lot's in war

"nindel dosib jivviim elg'caress" that what i mean it's real as some other player use it give a link to it in a thread i was looking in some time back

OOC: IIRC, didn't you mention something in Ri-an's old thread about being able to mass replicate them?

As for the language, other than a smattering of a few others, I only know American English.

OOC: Yes, good guys trying to stop the Evil, and you've forced me to show his true form.

IC: "Words alone will not a mode of trust make. I could sit here and rattle off one assurance after another. I would transport you to Ri-an, and show you for yourself why we don't want Kajeenith, and would happily let you keep the ships, but I don't have that much power." Geoarty said.

Energy flickered through his body. His features visably changed. Not changed, just sharpened, as though he was Super Real, Real beyond the level of Real they were used to dealing with. Even his voice changed.

"And yet I do. I have the power to move worlds, shake Galaxies, and crumble the entire Universe. I can depose of Kajeenith myself, as easily as I could ahnnihilate you both before you even so much as moved a step. So why do I need your help? Why do i not do it myself? Its because I am not yet back to full power, having been Reincarnated and reborn into this new body. I know more about Science and the great powers than you'll learn in 100 of your lifetimes." Xos, The Magi-master said.

He took the two to Ri-an, without even touching them, flinging them accross Galaxies and worlds.

They found themselves standing atop a hill. Destruction lay everywhere. Forests were toppeled over and left to Rot, Fields were dug up, Oceans were stagnated. The people lay in great horrible pain from disease worse than what medicene knew how to treat. Some were missing limbs, some were missing an eye, everyone was missing some teeth, most had open festering wounds, and the most horrible sight of all were the numerous children, tortured beyond recognition as being human, and crucified to Black Crosses, that hung upside down.

A great Chasim that spread 3000 miles accross lay open, and from it a great lady's screams of horrible unending agony could be heard.

"Now do you doubt me? Is there any more reason why you should not trust me? I promise you, that we will not bow up the ships afterwards, we just want him gone."

Kajeenith had returned from the station for awhile, his ggod feelings gone. He surveyed the same scene next to them and laughed openly at it.

"Why help him? It was their own fault, they existed, and they fought me. That waqs crime enough for me. If you side with me, and don't fight me, I will not do the same to you and your nation for the same crime of existing. It is inexcusable, and there is no Salvation, no redemption. Cry to whatever Gods you will, because I will destroy all things, IT IS INEVITABLE! But if you just give yourselves up to the Void, I will afford you a paradise unlike any you could find in any Reality." Kajeenith said.

The Void Flickered, and the horrible scene was gone, replaced by sparkling fountains, and people laughing merrily and generaly having a good time. There was no pain, no suffering, no hunger, no homelessness. It was eternal Paradise. Children swarmed around Kajeenith begging for him to play ball. with them.

The Void Flashed, and Kajeenith returned them to where they were before. Xos sat on the side of the bed in tears.

"If I had my full strength, I could right this terrible evil." he cried.

OOC: Sorry, forgot to remove the last OOC comment when I was.

OOC: Hmm, I see. Well, even though the RCO are bad-guys, they do have ethics, generally, and prefer to limit civilian casualties, at least at this point in time. They are interested in deposing the Empress (OOC knowledge), not killing worlds if they don't have to. But they do have a non-nuclear terror WMD they can use (were the first to use it during the last Civil War when it was planet based only on the homeworld) to destroy entire cities (my good guys captured a fully intact sample when the RCO tried to destroy the Vatican with it, so both have it in their arsenals). But, just wait until the Blood God shows up.

IC: "Women, children," growled the female Methuselah, "you sir, are nothing but a coward. Why not seek out those who could stand against you in a honorable fight? Why torture the defenseless?"

The male Methuselah said to Xos, "I can see why you want him gone," he then turned to Kajeenith and continued, "as for your precious Void, I know what you showed was not it. An interesting illusion*, but a Void, by definition, is characterized by emptiness. If that place is real anywhere, it can't be any form of Void.

"Frankly, you don't scare me. I was around for the last time the Blood God awoke. Now that is one scary dude," he poked Kajeenith in the chest, "honestly, he could quite literally drag you down to Hell with him. You ever meet Satan? I've not, personally, but I have met others who have. Very few managed to keep their sanity, let alone their lives."

OOC: *I'm assuming it is, but I'll edit if I'm wrong. Though, the whole instictually senseing it was an illusion is another low level Esper trick in my arsenal. More powerful Espers have made mental illusions an artform

OOC:

I believe I am waiting to meet your character that just walked into the bar...

I don't think I missed the post but if I did please let me know where it was so I can respond to it.

OOC:

I believe I am waiting to meet your character that just walked into the bar...

I don't think I missed the post but if I did please let me know where it was so I can respond to it.

OOC: She's there, just looking for who she needs to meet. As she doesn't know who that would be, except for the name, I'm waiting for Ri-an's pink guy to call and/or wave her over.

"Then you need not fret," assured Abel, "Trinity Blood currently has no AIs. There are interactive computer programs designed to seem life-like, but they are just tools used to aide in work or entertainment."


The Inquisitor smiled, wiping his brow and sighing with relief, "Then that is settled. The Adeptus will be glad to hear that."

"Interesting," replied Abel, "well, they are always welcome to add a station to the CSP complex to take delivery. Sorry to say, without the approval of the Empress, I can't authorize anyone to enter our space."

Valdes then said, "Hmm...well, let me see if my friend here can convey this to the proper people. He can do that..."

He then turned to Demaggio and said, "Right?"

Demaggio nodded and said, "But of course. And I assume you have contacts in the merchant community who would be willing to trade there too."

Valdes chuckled a little and said, "But of course."

"We learned of them from data provided by the nation of Ri-an, though we had to extrapolate quite a bit from the few images and minute amounts of technical data we had," admitted Abel, "though, if our designers had considered the possibilities, we would have also developed that distinctive evolution of the chain saw ourselves. A simplistic, but quite effective, weapon, if I do say so."



Demaggio, upon hearing this, beamed with pride. He proclaimed, "It is indeed one of the finest weapons ever developed by mankind. Mr. Valdes has already boasted of its well-deserved record; I myself have found it useful to fight back during missions fighting the Ork."

Abel nodded his confirmation of the arrangements.

"I'll see about getting you some time in one of the larger holosuites for the demonstrations.

"As for your 'Adeptus Mechanicus' representative," he continued, "I'm sure he'll agree the modifications make for a more effecient weapon that can be used in even tighter quarters that a standard one couldn't because of the lack of room to pull the rip chord."



OOC: Mind if I have him teleport in, to save time?

IC:

With a dramatic 'woosh' and a bright light, a voice replied, catching the tail end of that speech: "That is a fascinating idea, if I may say so myself."

It was Techpriest Carl Wozniak. He then gave an expression that could be deduced as a smile through the machinery on his person, and said: "Though the design is hallowed and blessed by the Machine God, I am sure He would not mind that most minor yet useful of modifications. And it would simplify manufacture."

Demaggio then said, looking at the Techpriest like he had the plague, "Techpriest Wozniak, did you have to do that? Some xenos frown upon that sort of thing."

Wozniak replied, "My good Inquisitor--sometimes, a little drama is needed."

Demaggio then said, slightly frustrated, "Right. Mr....Abel, was it? This is Techpriest Carl Wozniak. Fluent in Lingua Technis, the language of machines in the Dominion, and keeper of knowledge about the technology we use. He will be available to answer questions."

"That has been a problem we've found," Abel said, "some of the tech we've recieved from other nations has proven also problamatic in being adapted to our systems. Still, I see no reason to regret the path our computer technology has taken. Even the Gaians were impressed at the size of our cores and how much data we could fit on them, from what I hear."

Techpriest Wozniak replied, "That is no problem. I would have to study your technology, and seek benedictions from the Machine God before I begin. Still, I may be able to test a few things out."


OOC: I'm actually stalling IC'ly so I can do some build up so it'll be more intersting a Civil War later. Still, you can probably expect yourself to recieve an invite to participate with your Ordo Hereticus.

IC: "Fighting them isn't what my main concern is," replied Abel, "we've destroyed each and everyone of the fleets they've sent against us, even with the sabatoge they manage to sow amoung our forces. As such, they've gone into hiding. Still, the Empress has decried that we have more important matters to concern ourselves with, like the betterment of the Empire, than a group of cowards hiding themselves instead of facing us and dying in honorable combat."

The conversation jumped back to the Inquisitor, who said, "Well then, if you have the problem under control for now, that is fine. Still, we are here if you need us."

OOC: IIRC, didn't you mention something in Ri-an's old thread about being able to mass replicate them?

As for the language, other than a smattering of a few others, I only know American English.



OOC: Hmm, I see. Well, even though the RCO are bad-guys, they do have ethics, generally, and prefer to limit civilian casualties, at least at this point in time. They are interested in deposing the Empress (OOC knowledge), not killing worlds if they don't have to. But they do have a non-nuclear terror WMD they can use (were the first to use it during the last Civil War when it was planet based only on the homeworld) to destroy entire cities (my good guys captured a fully intact sample when the RCO tried to destroy the Vatican with it, so both have it in their arsenals). But, just wait until the Blood God shows up.

IC: "Women, children," growled the female Methuselah, "you sir, are nothing but a coward. Why not seek out those who could stand against you in a honorable fight? Why torture the defenseless?"

The male Methuselah said to Xos, "I can see why you want him gone," he then turned to Kajeenith and continued, "as for your precious Void, I know what you showed was not it. An interesting illusion*, but a Void, by definition, is characterized by emptiness. If that place is real anywhere, it can't be any form of Void.

"Frankly, you don't scare me. I was around for the last time the Blood God awoke. Now that is one scary dude," he poked Kajeenith in the chest, "honestly, he could quite literally drag you down to Hell with him. You ever meet Satan? I've not, personally, but I have met others who have. Very few managed to keep their sanity, let alone their lives."

OOC: *I'm assuming it is, but I'll edit if I'm wrong. Though, the whole instictually senseing it was an illusion is another low level Esper trick in my arsenal. More powerful Espers have made mental illusions an artform

Kajeenith wasn't there. He was still in the Void.

OOC: I want to tell you so much why Kajeenith is the way he is. People accuse him of being 2-D, but I'm afraid to actually share why he is the way he is, because then it would be Trolling and Flamebaiting nearly everyone on NS. I won't do that. I won't break the rules like that. I had nearly 20,000 words, before I realised that posting it would constitute Trolling, and Flamebaiting, and even Flaming. Sorry if you wanted more, but he reasons would get on way to many hurt feelings.

OOC: IIRC, didn't you mention something in Ri-an's old thread about being able to mass replicate them?
As for the language, other than a smattering of a few others, I only know American English.

OOC oh i can do that after i get all of Ra back in my hands and fix up
that language i use is not real real life one its made for a made up race

IC
with his hand bandage and the Twin's feed of the need of blood to turns to look at them

"right time for some real food"said Wolf as he drops the shadow wall

"oh can we have pizza"ask both of them

"sound's ok to me"said Wolf

OOC: She's there, just looking for who she needs to meet. As she doesn't know who that would be, except for the name, I'm waiting for Ri-an's pink guy to call and/or wave her over.

Then you missed how in my last post to Balrogga, Good Kajeenith called her over and introduced the two.

OOC: really, its only half the size of Jupiter, I was exagerating ICly on purpose, as a part of the Character's Identity. Just thought you should know.
I am going to make a thread over it, and just to provide some competition, I'm going to leave it open. We can get the ball rolling in here though.
IC: He was in the Brothel, but short of selling her morals, she wouldn't be able to get a hold of him for a few hours.

OOC: oh well, there will be a large over supply of ships that will come and dissappear again.

IC:

Rachael would love nothing more to be outside the room that he was in as he walked out, and telling him in an extremely business like and professional manner that of course The Garbage Men would provide the service and an estimate of 5 days to be there.

There is no greater power a woman can hold that of psychological power that results from that situation, however she settled for getting the brothel runner to inform her when he is available.

OOC: oh well, there will be a large over supply of ships that will come and dissappear again.

IC:

Rachael would love nothing more to be outside the room that he was in as he walked out, and telling him in an extremely business like and professional manner that of course The Garbage Men would provide the service and an estimate of 5 days to be there.

There is no greater power a woman can hold that of psychological power that results from that situation, however she settled for getting the brothel runner to inform her when he is available.

An entire day later, he pranced back into the Depot.

"Oh, the rooms are so Luxurious. Anyways, I heard you wanted to se me? I would've come yesterday, but I was busy." he said.

The Inquisitor smiled, wiping his brow and sighing with relief, "Then that is settled. The Adeptus will be glad to hear that."

Abel made a note of that on the PADD he was using to keep a record of the major things during this meeting as well as a few minor ones that caught his attention.

Valdes then said, "Hmm...well, let me see if my friend here can convey this to the proper people. He can do that..."

He then turned to Demaggio and said, "Right?"

Demaggio nodded and said, "But of course. And I assume you have contacts in the merchant community who would be willing to trade there too."

Valdes chuckled a little and said, "But of course."

"This should be a helpful step in making the CSP complex grow like it was intended to," said Abel, "no point in having this entire star system wasted on a single station when we can make it into a giant, multi-national complex. Wouldn't you agree?"

Demaggio, upon hearing this, beamed with pride. He proclaimed, "It is indeed one of the finest weapons ever developed by mankind. Mr. Valdes has already boasted of its well-deserved record; I myself have found it useful to fight back during missions fighting the Ork."

"Ork?" inquired Abel.

OOC: Mind if I have him teleport in, to save time?

OOC: Not at all. We can say Reception sent him in.

IC:

With a dramatic 'woosh' and a bright light, a voice replied, catching the tail end of that speech: "That is a fascinating idea, if I may say so myself."

It was Techpriest Carl Wozniak. He then gave an expression that could be deduced as a smile through the machinery on his person, and said: "Though the design is hallowed and blessed by the Machine God, I am sure He would not mind that most minor yet useful of modifications. And it would simplify manufacture."

Abel chuckled slightly.

"You certainly have a combat centered society," he said, "but, frankly, I could care less, even if you worshipped cheese. My task here is to seek out potent allies in the name of the Empress."

Demaggio then said, looking at the Techpriest like he had the plague, "Techpriest Wozniak, did you have to do that? Some xenos frown upon that sort of thing."

Wozniak replied, "My good Inquisitor--sometimes, a little drama is needed."

"He's right," agreed Abel, "sometimes one must use theatrics to get things done."

Demaggio then said, slightly frustrated, "Right. Mr....Abel, was it? This is Techpriest Carl Wozniak. Fluent in Lingua Technis, the language of machines in the Dominion, and keeper of knowledge about the technology we use. He will be available to answer questions."

Abel raised his left eyebrow at the dropping of the royal honorific, but he didn't make a fuss about it as he nodded confirmation and acknowledgement.

Techpriest Wozniak replied, "That is no problem. I would have to study your technology, and seek benedictions from the Machine God before I begin. Still, I may be able to test a few things out."

"I'll arrange to have one of our pre-warp era shuttles handed over to you for study," said King Abel Nightroad, "except for being a little out-of-date, the basic principles behind the main problamatic technologies, the plasma power transfer conduits and isolinear circuitry, remains the same.

The conversation jumped back to the Inquisitor, who said, "Well then, if you have the problem under control for now, that is fine. Still, we are here if you need us."

"I'll be sure to let the Empress know," he said, "I'll be sure to look you up if the rogues pick back up in activity enough for them to become a threat once more."

Kajeenith wasn't there. He was still in the Void.

OOC: I want to tell you so much why Kajeenith is the way he is. People accuse him of being 2-D, but I'm afraid to actually share why he is the way he is, because then it would be Trolling and Flamebaiting nearly everyone on NS. I won't do that. I won't break the rules like that. I had nearly 20,000 words, before I realised that posting it would constitute Trolling, and Flamebaiting, and even Flaming. Sorry if you wanted more, but he reasons would get on way to many hurt feelings.

OOC: Feel free to TG me a summary of it if you want. Or, if it would suit you better, I can TG you a link to another forum where you can reach me and send me the whole file as an attachment.

Then you missed how in my last post to Balrogga, Good Kajeenith called her over and introduced the two.

OOC: Lol, guess I did. Link please.

OOC oh i can do that after i get all of Ra back in my hands and fix up
that language i use is not real real life one its made for a made up race

OOC: Ahh, I see. I am working on a Methuselah language, but its not ready yet for use on NS.
As for this 'Ra' of yours, is it a star system? Is their a thread up for it?

OOC: Feel free to TG me a summary of it if you want. Or, if it would suit you better, I can TG you a link to another forum where you can reach me and send me the whole file as an attachment.



OOC: Lol, guess I did. Link please.


OOC: Its best done from an IC perspective. You'll get your chance, later.

For now...

IC:

Xos stood.
"It is all things, versus all things that are not. The Void reflects Kajeenith's mind. That was what he wanted us to see, none of that was real, because nothing exists in the void. Soon the world of Ohm will open, and I shall take from its depths, the Sword of Recognition, the most powerful weapon one can use against Kajeenith. Even if it means unbalancing the lesser balances, I shall give you technology, so long as that monster is put away."

OOC:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12207972&postcount=600
the post you missed.

OOC: Its best done from an IC perspective. You'll get your chance, later.

For now...

IC:

Xos stood.
"It is all things, versus all things that are not. The Void reflects Kajeenith's mind. That was what he wanted us to see, none of that was real, because nothing exists in the void. Soon the world of Ohm will open, and I shall take from its depths, the Sword of Recognition, the most powerful weapon one can use against Kajeenith. Even if it means unbalancing the lesser balances, I shall give you technology, so long as that monster is put away."

OOC:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12207972&postcount=600
the post you missed.

OOC: Yeah, real sorry about missing that post.

IC: "You have yourself a deal, for the time being," replied the female Methuselah as she looked around at the destruction wrought by Kajeenith with distaste in her eyes, "but you'll have to meet with Mein Herr' Contra Mundi to make it formal and official, or at least send a representative to meet with him. If you take us back to the shuttle, we can use the Hypergate at the CSP to take you to a meeting place."

"I can wait until later. It would appear that ms. Haruko Kamio from Trinity Blood is here to meet with you for your original purpose." Kajeenith said.

He waved Ms. Kamio over.

"Ms. Kamio, Mr. Stark, of The Balrogga Empire. Mr. Stark, Ms. Kamio, of Trinity Blood. Mr. Stark is here on Diplomatic business, that appears to have been requested on your side. I'll be roaming the station scaring Ri-anese for no reason in particular other than that I can, should you need me." he said Formally introducing them to each other.

He left.

OOC: Bal, tomorrow, look for Trinity's posts. She's carrying on the conversation from here. She also had this to say earlier, if you missed it.

"Pleasure to meat you, Mr. Stark," Kamio said offering her hand to Stark to shake.

OOC: Ahh, I see. I am working on a Methuselah language, but its not ready yet for use on NS.
As for this 'Ra' of yours, is it a star system? Is their a thread up for it?
OOC
i'm just using that one as i got no know how to make one

Ra Wolf's new home world ,as for star system and thread no it a name i pick to call the new home world in my Email war with three of my family

OOC: Yeah, real sorry about missing that post.

IC: "You have yourself a deal, for the time being," replied the female Methuselah as she looked around at the destruction wrought by Kajeenith with distaste in her eyes, "but you'll have to meet with Mein Herr' Contra Mundi to make it formal and official, or at least send a representative to meet with him. If you take us back to the shuttle, we can use the Hypergate at the CSP to take you to a meeting place."



"Pleasure to meat you, Mr. Stark," Kamio said offering her hand to Stark to shake.

Xos looked at the woman like she didn't realise they were back in the shuttle. He had done nothing to hide their location, it should have been obvious to them.

im doing my job said the inqistor his hand straying to his bolt pistol

Anthony rose from his seat and took her hand in his own. He made sure the hand was solidified so she would not notice his state. It made humans as well as most other races uncomfortable to know they are talking to a pure mind that exists without a body. It is better to give them something they are able to deal with on a subconscious level than having to deal with concepts they are abhorrent to consider. After obtaining her hand, he bowed courteously.

“Greetings to you Kamino. If it pleases you, you may call me Anthony.”

He released her hand and stood back up.

“I have been asked by my esteemed Emperor to travel here because of a request that was forwarded by the Intergalactic Trade Hum. Apparently someone here suggested an embassy exchange.”

Anthony appeared to be in his mid 50’s, graying hair, and dressed in nice clothes. His height was average for a human and his manners were very refined without seeming snoodish.

“Where would you like to conduct our meeting?”

OOC
i'm just using that one as i got no know how to make one

Ra Wolf's new home world ,as for star system and thread no it a name i pick to call the new home world in my Email war with three of my family

OOC: Ahh, understood.

im doing my job said the inqistor his hand straying to his bolt pistol

"Well," growled the Methuselah security officer placing his hand on, but not yet drawing, his EM-33 pulse plasma pistol in its holster on his left side, "try asking first. You'll get a lot better response if you try that."

The Methuselah being shocked stirred slightly.

"Besides," continued the officer, "it looks like your little shock treatment is waking him up. Not a smart move on your part," he made sure the holster on his right side, containing his Phase Pistol, was clear of any obstructions that would prevent a quick draw and that the switch on the weapon itself was set to stun, "that little pea-shooter of yours won't have any affect."

It was at that moment the team that was to take the prisoner to the Agony Booth arrived.

"Trust me," smiled the original officer to the Inquisitor, "you'll probably enjoy watching this."

Xos looked at the woman like she didn't realise they were back in the shuttle. He had done nothing to hide their location, it should have been obvious to them.

OOC: Uhm, if you took them back to the shuttle in your previous post, than that was me OOC missing it. Though, if this is some use of powers to move people around to desired locations before they mention it....

IC: "You know," growled the woman, "that's really starting to piss me off."

"It is kind of annoying," agreed the male Methuselah, "would be nicer to wait until the desired location is uttered aloud until moving us around the universe willy-nilly like that. And," he ammended, "less likely to cause her to want to rip your head off"

Anthony rose from his seat and took her hand in his own. He made sure the hand was solidified so she would not notice his state. It made humans as well as most other races uncomfortable to know they are talking to a pure mind that exists without a body. It is better to give them something they are able to deal with on a subconscious level than having to deal with concepts they are abhorrent to consider. After obtaining her hand, he bowed courteously.

“Greetings to you Kamino. If it pleases you, you may call me Anthony.”

He released her hand and stood back up.

“I have been asked by my esteemed Emperor to travel here because of a request that was forwarded by the Intergalactic Trade Hum. Apparently someone here suggested an embassy exchange.”

Anthony appeared to be in his mid 50’s, graying hair, and dressed in nice clothes. His height was average for a human and his manners were very refined without seeming snoodish.

“Where would you like to conduct our meeting?”

"To be honest," she said sitting down across from Stark after firmly returning the shake, "I've not yet fully unpacked my office just yet. As I'm not a member of the military, and thus not a stickler for protocaul, and I assume you would like to watch the daily life aboard this station, why not conduct our business here, Mr. Anthony Stark?"

The way she said his name was light-hearted and obviously intended to inspire a laugh.

"As for who requested the embassy," she added with a chuckle, "that would probably be King Nightroad. He's been busy ever since he got hear for the grand opening setting up diplomatic relations between Trinity Blood and other nations."

OOC: @All: Anyone know who I should talk to for help in setting up the way my planned Civil War will go down so it pretty much, as they say, rules? I hear a nation called Snake Eaters would be a good one for me to talk to. Any of you second that?

after having a meal the group head's to the bar
they take a table to sit at this time aournd

"how do you feel"ask Wolf to the girls

"we fine it be some time before it all kick's in,you just rest that hand i did make more mess of it then Snow"said Sky

"you got the bigger hunger then her"said Wolf as he look's at it

OOC: Uhm, if you took them back to the shuttle in your previous post, than that was me OOC missing it. Though, if this is some use of powers to move people around to desired locations before they mention it....

IC: "You know," growled the woman, "that's really starting to piss me off."

"It is kind of annoying," agreed the male Methuselah, "would be nicer to wait until the desired location is uttered aloud until moving us around the universe willy-nilly like that. And," he ammended, "less likely to cause her to want to rip your head off"

OOC: I thought you knew we were at the shuttle, and had just assumed they were back at the void. Oh well. Snake Eaters is a good player to take advice from.

IC: "Oh, just trying to move things along, and, if you wish to rip my head off, feel free, it will not kill me, I will just grow another. I'm very hard to kill. Not impossible, just, very difficult." Xos said. He seemed to get a little stronger.

OOC: I thought you knew we were at the shuttle, and had just assumed they were back at the void. Oh well. Snake Eaters is a good player to take advice from.

IC: "Oh, just trying to move things along, and, if you wish to rip my head off, feel free, it will not kill me, I will just grow another. I'm very hard to kill. Not impossible, just, very difficult." Xos said. He seemed to get a little stronger.

"She's always had somewhat of a temper control problem," shrugged the male Methuselah.

"HEY!" yelled the female as she slapped him upside the back of the head.

"Ouch!" exclaimed the man.

"Now, where was I...oh, yes," said the woman in a much calmer tone, "you were wanting to meet Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, correct?"

OOC: Alright, I'll TG him about it when I get a chance.

he glared this is a bolt positol

"She's always had somewhat of a temper control problem," shrugged the male Methuselah.

"HEY!" yelled the female as she slapped him upside the back of the head.

"Ouch!" exclaimed the man.

"Now, where was I...oh, yes," said the woman in a much calmer tone, "you were wanting to meet Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, correct?"

OOC: Alright, I'll TG him about it when I get a chance.

"If it'll get things rolling." Xos said. He breifly remembered in another reality, when he met a Werepyre, a Werewolf-Vampire, that is. that creature was insane, and very strong. He hoped Mein Herr Contra Mundi had better control of himself then the Werepyre did.

he glared this is a bolt positol

"You would still need to be able to hit the target with it," replied the Methuselah officer as the team shooed off the droid and began to move the prisoner to the security area where he would be put inside the Agony Booth and woken up, "now, will you consent to following the original agreement....or do I have to stun you?"

"If it'll get things rolling." Xos said. He breifly remembered in another reality, when he met a Werepyre, a Werewolf-Vampire, that is. that creature was insane, and very strong. He hoped Mein Herr Contra Mundi had better control of himself then the Werepyre did.

The Methuselah nodded in acknowledgement. While the man worked at prepping the shuttle for launch, the woman cleared it with flight control. For all the local authorities knew, it was just another civilian couple returning home from an excursion to the CSP to see aliens.

A few minutes later, the warp shuttle slipped out of her berth and darted towards the Hypergate. Waiting her turn in line, she was eventually sent through to an out-of-the-way world known to be home to many recluses that liked their privacy, thus not many went that way.

"Alright," said the man as he stepped into the cockpit, "dial it up."

The woman nodded as she hit the control to send a signal to the Hypergate which would open the first leg of their route to an off-the-grid Hypergate node that had long since thought to be off-line by the Empress's government. Darting through one subspace corrider after another, the eventually reached their destination.

After a quick warp jump, they descended into a crater of the moon orbiting the world one orbit in from where the Hypergate was located. Deeper and deeper they descended until the light from the sun was but a pin-prick up above. It was obvious this tunnel had been burrowed out by something other than nature.

"This is a converted old mining complex," said the female Methuselah, "it was abandonded as played out 864 years ago. We took over 541 years ago."

With that, she pulsed the running lights in an apparently random sequence. Through the main view port, a light could be seen pulsing in return for a few moments before the entire lower portion of the chasm lit up. Windows lined the walls of the pit and people could be spotted moving behind them, some watching the shuttle as it descended into the hanger through the massive hatch that slid open in the floor of the crater.

Touching down on a pad a little distance away, the woman said, "There's no turning back now."

She then ushered Xos out of the shuttle as her compatriate took over locking the craft down.

"Wait here," she said before going off to talk with another Methuselah.

After a couple minutes, she came back at the same time the male Methuselah from the shuttle clambered out.

"Go through those doors and straight down the hall beyond," she told Xos, "you'll find Mein Herr' Contra Mundi in the far chamber. Do not, if you value your life at all, deviate from going straight. Understood?"

The Methuselah nodded in acknowledgement. While the man worked at prepping the shuttle for launch, the woman cleared it with flight control. For all the local authorities knew, it was just another civilian couple returning home from an excursion to the CSP to see aliens.

A few minutes later, the warp shuttle slipped out of her berth and darted towards the Hypergate. Waiting her turn in line, she was eventually sent through to an out-of-the-way world known to be home to many recluses that liked their privacy, thus not many went that way.

"Alright," said the man as he stepped into the cockpit, "dial it up."

The woman nodded as she hit the control to send a signal to the Hypergate which would open the first leg of their route to an off-the-grid Hypergate node that had long since thought to be off-line by the Empress's government. Darting through one subspace corrider after another, the eventually reached their destination.

After a quick warp jump, they descended into a crater of the moon orbiting the world one orbit in from where the Hypergate was located. Deeper and deeper they descended until the light from the sun was but a pin-prick up above. It was obvious this tunnel had been burrowed out by something other than nature.

"This is a converted old mining complex," said the female Methuselah, "it was abandonded as played out 864 years ago. We took over 541 years ago."

With that, she pulsed the running lights in an apparently random sequence. Through the main view port, a light could be seen pulsing in return for a few moments before the entire lower portion of the chasm lit up. Windows lined the walls of the pit and people could be spotted moving behind them, some watching the shuttle as it descended into the hanger through the massive hatch that slid open in the floor of the crater.

Touching down on a pad a little distance away, the woman said, "There's no turning back now."

She then ushered Xos out of the shuttle as her compatriate took over locking the craft down.

"Wait here," she said before going off to talk with another Methuselah.

After a couple minutes, she came back at the same time the male Methuselah from the shuttle clambered out.

"Go through those doors and straight down the hall beyond," she told Xos, "you'll find Mein Herr' Contra Mundi in the far chamber. Do not, if you value your life at all, deviate from going straight. Understood?"

Xos nodded, then went through the doors.

Xos casually strolled down the hallway. He went straight, but also looked all about, seeing what was in there.

He stopped at the entrance to the chamber.

He looked around the chamber.

He waited for whatever was going to happen.

Xos nodded, then went through the doors.

Xos casually strolled down the hallway. He went straight, but also looked all about, seeing what was in there.

He stopped at the entrance to the chamber.

He looked around the chamber.

He waited for whatever was going to happen.

The side corriders along the path had been deliberately darkened to prevent too much intel getting out on who were part of the Rosen Kreuz Orden.

In the far chamber Xos entered at the end of the corrider, it was dimmly lit. The massive stone chair on the opposite wall was mostly in shadow. Thus, the face of the man sitting in it was conviently concealed. All Xos would be able to see was that he was big and liked to wear flamboyant white cloathing in the current style of the aristocrats of Trinity Blood.

"I understand you wished to speak with me, Mr. Xos," said the man in a tone that echoed all over the chamber, disguising the distinctive qualities of the voice, "Yes, I know who you are. Your face isn't that different from your records in the Ri-an database."

so be it

The Chronosian Inquisitor and his retinue had taken their places within their quarters, leaving the Inquisitor himself to ponder all that had, till this time transpired. He regarded the station as a colossal opportunity, not only for diplomatic ingratiation, but also as an exercise in observation.

The Xenos here had proved remarkably heterogeneous, so many different races and sub-divisions...It would prove most interesting to further examine and explore their bastard cultures. He supressed a chuckle as he reached for a glass of amasec.

There remained so much left to do...And so much left for him to put into play.

so be it

"So," continued the Methuselah, "is that a yes to being stunned or going along with the original agreement?"

the orrgonal agreement he said excuse me my coms going off

he awnwered it and frrowned and roared what do you bloody mean the empeoer wants me to do what

"You know," said the officer with a chuckle, "you could always clone yourself if you need to be in more than one place at a time."

Hitting a control on a console, both he and the Inquisitor were beamed over to the reception platform reserved for use by the station's security department.

"The observation booth is this way," said the Methuselah as he led the way to the aforementioned room overlooking the Agony Booth chamber.

Down in the room below, the prisoner was being sealed inside the Booth. Just before the door was closed, he was injected with a counter-agent to the tranq he had been given earlier. When he was fully awake, it would be activated.

OOC: You know what an Agony Booth does, or do I need to describe it?

ooc toturete booth


ic ya know i may just do that back on the com no im on ooficalin inqistion buusines you idiot tell the emepeor im tracking the black 10

ooc toturete booth


ic ya know i may just do that back on the com no im on ooficalin inqistion buusines you idiot tell the emepeor im tracking the black 10

OOC: Roughly, yes. It scans the subject and stimulates the entire nervous system at the same time while modulating the affect so no one spot gets so much attention it goes numb.

IC: "I take this 'Black 10' are your rogue Space Marines," said the officer, "so, any sort of reward for helping take them down?"

OOC: Hmm, now that's an idea. Seph, why don't you start a thread offering a bounty on those guys?

Anthony looked around the bar again before returning his gaze back to Kamino.

"Business can and does tak eplace wherever it wishes. Here is good enough. What would you desire of an official embassy with the Empire? What would we get in return?"

He turned to watch two patrons who wandered over near the table and waited for them to leave before continuing.

"Standard embassy exchanges usually has both parties establishing embassadoral residences in each others territories. The staff size and contingency would also be determined but they are typically both civilian and military personal. The quanity depends upon the size ranging from a single ambassador and an aide or two to a complete staff and guard."

"Do you have any opinions?"

Anthony looked around the bar again before returning his gaze back to Kamino.

"Business can and does tak eplace wherever it wishes. Here is good enough. What would you desire of an official embassy with the Empire? What would we get in return?"

He turned to watch two patrons who wandered over near the table and waited for them to leave before continuing.

"Standard embassy exchanges usually has both parties establishing embassadoral residences in each others territories. The staff size and contingency would also be determined but they are typically both civilian and military personal. The quanity depends upon the size ranging from a single ambassador and an aide or two to a complete staff and guard."

"Do you have any opinions?"

"Well," Kamino replied with a sly smile, "as you can see this station complex is starting to become the center of a lot of attention. From the little data we have on your nation, its probably safe to assume you would enjoy the opportunity to watch those from other nations peacefully.

"Also, our Hypergate network will probably be of interest to you just as it was to the Gaians. An example of what we call Lost Tech, the generate one-way wormholes through subspace between Gates at each end.

"In regards to the Hypergates, the plan is to set up a joint project between Trinity Blood and the Gaian Ascendancy to study them. With your reported expertise in dimensional technology, your addition to the project would be a great aide.

"Now, I'm not sure how your ITH network operates, but from what I can tell, its not too dissimilar from our Hypergate network....only on a much larger scale*. Plus you don't need a second gate** at the receiving end like we do.

"As for a Trinity Blood embassy in your space, that will have to be passed up the chain as, truthfully, I'm not sure of my authorization in that regard. As for a Balroggan embassy here, you can pick some space in the CSP's embassy section or add your own station to the complex.

"If you were wondering why the overt request, well, the fact is that Trinity Blood is still a rather small nation. We've only recently started to get back on an upward spiral where birth rate was higher than death rate and we'll need all the friends we can get out here if we are to survive. Plus," she continues, "you come highly recommended based on Ri-an's past records of co-operative interaction between your nations at some place called the 'White Tower' and other places.

"Now, we've also heard of that you, as a member of the ESUS, are at war with a group called the GFFA. I would like to let you know that Trinity Blood wishes to remain neutral in this conflict. However, feel free to have your ships stop by the CSP for repairs, recreation purposes, resupply, or anything that won't make this place or our nation a target for your enemies. The same offer is open for your ESUS allies and we'll also tell any GFFA members that stop by here the same thing. Keep your war elsewhere, please."

OOC: *I actually only just figured that out.
**IIRC.

you are correct xenos

with drinks on the table ,the Twins having Milk for the health of unborns inside of them and Wolf having a Ginger beer,they start to play Pazaak

"Pazaak"said Snow winning the first game
"nice played"said Wolf

Abel made a note of that on the PADD he was using to keep a record of the major things during this meeting as well as a few minor ones that caught his attention.


Techpriest Wozniak studied the little PADD with interest. Inquisitor Demaggio chimed in, "It's a PADD. It is a portable computer used for a variety of applications, like our data-slates."

The Techpriest walked closer to the King, and said, "Your Highness," bowing slightly, "In all my years as a servant of the Machine God, I have not yet seen an invention so intriguing. It is like a data slate, and yet it does more..."

He then asked politely, "May I see a copy of such a device for study, please?"

"This should be a helpful step in making the CSP complex grow like it was intended to," said Abel, "no point in having this entire star system wasted on a single station when we can make it into a giant, multi-national complex. Wouldn't you agree?"

Valdes then said, "Aye. Prosperity shared by all is a very good thing, and I in particular love what you have done with the place, Your Highness. May the Emperor's countenance--and the wise dealings of its residents--keep its prosperity going."

Inquisitor Demaggio looked at Valdes oddly, but he didn't want to make a scene.

"Ork?" inquired Abel.

Demaggio then explained, "Greenskins....some of the biggest dangers we have faced. Orks are tenacious barbarians, green in skin color, giant in size and ego, ugly as sin, and cursed with a low cunning that can stymie even the best commanders. They respect only force, and are about as disorganized, ramshackle, and sloppy a force as can be faced. Yet there are many of them, and when they are united by a strong leader that can put them all into a common mission of pillage and conquest, they are a sight to behold."

He then produced a data slate with data on the Orks, presenting it to the King for further information.

Abel chuckled slightly.

"You certainly have a combat centered society," he said, "but, frankly, I could care less, even if you worshipped cheese. My task here is to seek out potent allies in the name of the Empress."


Techpriest Wozniak resisted the urge to rebuke the King; normally, the Adeptus Mechanicus didn't enjoy hearing jibes about their patron God. Stil, he wanted to avoid an incident. Besides, when Inquisitor Demaggio noticed Wozniak's expression, he flashed him a very dissaproving expression which stopped the techpriest in his tracks.

He then bowed and only said, "But of course, Your Highness. We seek the same--to find new allies."

"He's right," agreed Abel, "sometimes one must use theatrics to get things done."


Demaggio sighed, and said, "I suppose you're right. I prefer a more modest approach myself though. Not a fan of shock and awe--I leave that to the Guard. All those tanks and artillery...."

"I'll arrange to have one of our pre-warp era shuttles handed over to you for study," said King Abel Nightroad, "except for being a little out-of-date, the basic principles behind the main problamatic technologies, the plasma power transfer conduits and isolinear circuitry, remains the same.

"I'll be sure to let the Empress know," he said, "I'll be sure to look you up if the rogues pick back up in activity enough for them to become a threat once more."

Wozniak and Demaggio nodded in acknowledgement, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness--your generosity is most beneficial, and will be noted."

"Well, if you are permitting us to set up an embassy, I guess I would be called the ambassador until they find another place to send me. I understand you need to find out from your superiors what they wish. When you do, we can continue that aspect of the meeting, I don't want you to be placed in any position where you are at a disadvantage, we are your guests here."

"As far as your comments about the war, it would be rude to bring it on another's doorstep or place them in any disadvantageous position because of that situation. We shall consider this a no combat zone unless you request aid of some sort. That is one of the reasons I left the ship out there and took a shuttle the rest of the way here, respect for your sovereignty. It is so rarely you find a place out here that is untouched by war and they must be preserved that way.”

“Your project does sound intriguing but I am no expert on wormhole mechanics. A proper expert would have to be requested for the project or even the ITH could be requested. They are the experts in the field.”

“Before we go further, I will have to let you know something about the Empire. We are not human. We are actually pure minds and only project these shells about us so as not to make others uncomfortable around us.”

Anthony made sure nobody was watching first and then when it was clear, he glanced at his hand to draw attention to it and then he passed his hand through the glass sitting on the table in front of him.

“We project a telekinetic shell to act as our physical body. We also possess other abilities but I won’t go into them at this moment. We try not to call attention to ourselves so you don’t have to worry about us pulling anything behind your backs. I wanted to be sure you understood what accepting us would mean.”

“Of course, if there is any way I could assist you using my abilities without others knowing, you have but to ask. While I am here, I will consider it a part of the condition of establishing a residence here.”

Anthony waited a moment to be sure she understood.

The side corriders along the path had been deliberately darkened to prevent too much intel getting out on who were part of the Rosen Kreuz Orden.

In the far chamber Xos entered at the end of the corrider, it was dimmly lit. The massive stone chair on the opposite wall was mostly in shadow. Thus, the face of the man sitting in it was conviently concealed. All Xos would be able to see was that he was big and liked to wear flamboyant white cloathing in the current style of the aristocrats of Trinity Blood.

"I understand you wished to speak with me, Mr. Xos," said the man in a tone that echoed all over the chamber, disguising the distinctive qualities of the voice, "Yes, I know who you are. Your face isn't that different from your records in the Ri-an database."

Xos smiled, a rare event.

"Let me correct a few false assumptions. One, though you hide in the darkness quite well, as did those who follow you in the hallways, Darkness does not obscure my gaze, for I can see in absolute darkness, with no light, in full color. therefore I see your face, and I saw the faces of your followers, but I tell no tales. you have little to fear from me. I am also not in the Ri-an Database, because the Ri-an do not keep a database, except in the massive Aquamarinian Hive-mind, protected from outside minds. So, whereever you got your information from, I would suggest you question them closely, obviously they lied to you. I came from the country that gave birth to Ri-an. A country that left Reality, and made its own. I come from The Eternal Dominion of Warhaven. But don't go looking for it, it is just legend and rumor now.

I simply wish to rid Ri-an of a foul monster, that's all. He'll be here for a meeting tomorrow, on the Constantine station. i have technology, I have ships, but I have the disadvantage of being unfamilier with the territory. Unlike Kajeenith, I do not want to harm innocents, but I am willing to go very far just to destroy it, even unbalancing the Taijitu Engine, and opening up a Quantum Black Hole in Trinity blood Space.

But, it is my thought, that if I seek the help of those who know the area better, then I will not have to go to such an extreme length." Xos said.

He levitated, sitting on nothing. He was Eye Level with Mein Heir.

you are correct xenos

"I do have a name you know," retorted the officer, "but apparently you don't care. What do I have to do to get it through your thick skull that I'm a person as much as you are?"

OOC: Except for the fangs, Methuselah look very human.

Techpriest Wozniak studied the little PADD with interest. Inquisitor Demaggio chimed in, "It's a PADD. It is a portable computer used for a variety of applications, like our data-slates."

"More accurately," corrected Abel, "it works more as a portable way to connect with our computers so you don't have to find a console everytime you need to jot down a note or look up something. By taking away all but that from the original PDA base, we've managed to get it down to the size you see before you. A more effecient and ergonomic design.

"Though, there are models that are designed to operate out-of-touch of a main computer like the ones in this room."

The Techpriest walked closer to the King, and said, "Your Highness," bowing slightly, "In all my years as a servant of the Machine God, I have not yet seen an invention so intriguing. It is like a data slate, and yet it does more..."

"Data slate?" asked Abel.

He then asked politely, "May I see a copy of such a device for study, please?"

"You want one that accesses the main computer or one of the ones that works on its own?" inquired Abel.

Valdes then said, "Aye. Prosperity shared by all is a very good thing, and I in particular love what you have done with the place, Your Highness. May the Emperor's countenance--and the wise dealings of its residents--keep its prosperity going."

"Heh," Abel chuckled, "with what I hear of some of those out there, this place is going to need all the good karma it can it, so I thank you for that."

Inquisitor Demaggio looked at Valdes oddly, but he didn't want to make a scene.

Demaggio then explained, "Greenskins....some of the biggest dangers we have faced. Orks are tenacious barbarians, green in skin color, giant in size and ego, ugly as sin, and cursed with a low cunning that can stymie even the best commanders. They respect only force, and are about as disorganized, ramshackle, and sloppy a force as can be faced. Yet there are many of them, and when they are united by a strong leader that can put them all into a common mission of pillage and conquest, they are a sight to behold."

He then produced a data slate with data on the Orks, presenting it to the King for further information.

"These Orks sound like an interesting race," said Abel as he accepted the Data Slate, "perhaps a sample could be obtained for us to study. I'm sure our Augment program would benefit from any discoveries derived from our study of an Ork subject."

OOC: I take it that's the WH-verse version of a PADD or PDA, correct?

Techpriest Wozniak resisted the urge to rebuke the King; normally, the Adeptus Mechanicus didn't enjoy hearing jibes about their patron God. Stil, he wanted to avoid an incident. Besides, when Inquisitor Demaggio noticed Wozniak's expression, he flashed him a very dissaproving expression which stopped the techpriest in his tracks.

He then bowed and only said, "But of course, Your Highness. We seek the same--to find new allies."

Abel, noting Wozniak's expression as well, quickly said, "I hope I didn't offend you in any way. I was merely stating that business is business and there is very little about a nation's culture that would preclude Trinity Blood's friendly relations with them."

Demaggio sighed, and said, "I suppose you're right. I prefer a more modest approach myself though. Not a fan of shock and awe--I leave that to the Guard. All those tanks and artillery...."

"You would be surprised how such shock and awe can win a fight without a single shot fired," replied Abel, "its all about posturing. In this way, a small nation can make a nation, that, in reality, would probably be able to wipe the smaller off the face of the map, back down. A good analogy would be a small dog standing up to a bigger one, thus causing the bigger dog back up in surprise allowing the small dog time to either get away safely or keeping pressing the bigger dog back.

"You understand what I'm getting at here?"

Wozniak and Demaggio nodded in acknowledgement, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness--your generosity is most beneficial, and will be noted."

"Not a problem," shrugged Abel, "as I'm sure you would be quite willing to share any advancements you derive from your study of it with us."

"Well, if you are permitting us to set up an embassy, I guess I would be called the ambassador until they find another place to send me. I understand you need to find out from your superiors what they wish. When you do, we can continue that aspect of the meeting, I don't want you to be placed in any position where you are at a disadvantage, we are your guests here."

"As far as your comments about the war, it would be rude to bring it on another's doorstep or place them in any disadvantageous position because of that situation. We shall consider this a no combat zone unless you request aid of some sort. That is one of the reasons I left the ship out there and took a shuttle the rest of the way here, respect for your sovereignty. It is so rarely you find a place out here that is untouched by war and they must be preserved that way.”

“Your project does sound intriguing but I am no expert on wormhole mechanics. A proper expert would have to be requested for the project or even the ITH could be requested. They are the experts in the field.”

“Before we go further, I will have to let you know something about the Empire. We are not human. We are actually pure minds and only project these shells about us so as not to make others uncomfortable around us.”

Anthony made sure nobody was watching first and then when it was clear, he glanced at his hand to draw attention to it and then he passed his hand through the glass sitting on the table in front of him.

“We project a telekinetic shell to act as our physical body. We also possess other abilities but I won’t go into them at this moment. We try not to call attention to ourselves so you don’t have to worry about us pulling anything behind your backs. I wanted to be sure you understood what accepting us would mean.”

“Of course, if there is any way I could assist you using my abilities without others knowing, you have but to ask. While I am here, I will consider it a part of the condition of establishing a residence here.”

Anthony waited a moment to be sure she understood.

"I thank you for your consideration in keeping us free from conflict with other nations as long as possible," replied Kamino, "as for that," she indicated the glass Anthony had used for his demonstration, "Esper abilities aren't that uncommon in Trinity Blood. In fact, at this point in our history, we even have, I guess you could call it a sub-species, known as Espers who have varying degrees and levels of such abilities.

"I've actually encountered one on this station only the day before you arrived. She's able to create flawless mental illusions that make you think you are actually in another place and time entirely. Probably helps her in doing her job as a shrink.

"There's also a sub-class of Espers known as Elementals who can...well, you can probably guess from their name. Unlike Espers who can find work in civilian jobs, Elementals are almost purely military members.

"I don't have any powers myself," she continued, "though I've been told on occasion my sharp mind, tactical and spatial thinking, and other such things are rather un-average. If I had wanted to, I could have probably joined Starfleet as a tactician or something, but I like it out here much better. Less risk to life and limb, plus I get to meet interesting characters such as yourself on a daily basis."

OOC: She's almost like my version of a civilian Sisko.

Xos smiled, a rare event.

"Let me correct a few false assumptions. One, though you hide in the darkness quite well, as did those who follow you in the hallways, Darkness does not obscure my gaze, for I can see in absolute darkness, with no light, in full color. therefore I see your face, and I saw the faces of your followers, but I tell no tales. you have little to fear from me. I am also not in the Ri-an Database, because the Ri-an do not keep a database, except in the massive Aquamarinian Hive-mind, protected from outside minds. So, whereever you got your information from, I would suggest you question them closely, obviously they lied to you. I came from the country that gave birth to Ri-an. A country that left Reality, and made its own. I come from The Eternal Dominion of Warhaven. But don't go looking for it, it is just legend and rumor now.

I simply wish to rid Ri-an of a foul monster, that's all. He'll be here for a meeting tomorrow, on the Constantine station. i have technology, I have ships, but I have the disadvantage of being unfamilier with the territory. Unlike Kajeenith, I do not want to harm innocents, but I am willing to go very far just to destroy it, even unbalancing the Taijitu Engine, and opening up a Quantum Black Hole in Trinity blood Space.

But, it is my thought, that if I seek the help of those who know the area better, then I will not have to go to such an extreme length." Xos said.

He levitated, sitting on nothing. He was Eye Level with Mein Heir.

"Then," came the reply, "if you can truely see in here as if it were day, then there's no reason for this subterfuge. However," he continued, "I would like you to proove it. How many fingers am I holding up."

Of course, he only held up one finger, the middle finger on his right hand.

OOC: Lol, as you can see he's somewhat of an asshole (and his sanity ain't that great, either). I guess you can take it as a sense of humor, though. Not sure I would if I was Xos, but he's your character and not mine.

Wolf look's at the Ladys
"came on let's go i can see you like to change your form"said Wolf
"were can we do that"ask Snow
"we still go a room here,the Tiger's can stay outside of the door"said Wolf as he get's up
"ok"said Snow as she and Sky get up

"oh see if you can keep the howling down"said Wolf as they head to the room

"I thank you for your consideration in keeping us free from conflict with other nations as long as possible," replied Kamino, "as for that," she indicated the glass Anthony had moved, "Esper abilities aren't that uncommon in Trinity Blood. In fact, at this point in our history, we even have, I guess you could call it a sub-species, known as Espers who have varying degrees and levels of such abilities.

"I've actually encountered one on this station only the day before you arrived. She's able to create flawless mental illusions that make you think you are actually in another place and time entirely. Probably helps her in doing her job as a shrink.

"There's also a sub-class of Espers known as Elementals who can...well, you can probably guess from their name. Unlike Espers who can find work in civilian jobs, Elementals are almost purely military members.

"I don't have any powers myself," she continued, "though I've been told on occasion my sharp mind, tactical and spatial thinking, and other such things are rather un-average. If I had wanted to, I could have probably joined Starfleet as a tactician or something, but I like it out here much better. Less risk to life and limb, plus I get to meet interesting characters such as yourself on a daily basis."

OOC: She's almost like my version of a civilian Sisko.


OOC:

I was showing you that my hand passed through the glass to demonstrate my body was an illusion I was projecting. The glass never moved when I put my hand through it.

Sorry about the confusion...

I'm not sure if you want to change anything you posted or not. Let me know so I can respond correctly.

Wolf was standing outside of the door to the room listening to the Twin's fight in there Werewolf forms

"that going to cost and that"said Wolf to the Tiger who look at him the lay there heads back on there paws

OOC:

I was showing you that my hand passed through the glass to demonstrate my body was an illusion I was projecting. The glass never moved when I put my hand through it.

Sorry about the confusion...

I'm not sure if you want to change anything you posted or not. Let me know so I can respond correctly.

OOC: Oops, my bad then. I was half asleep and only skimmed through what you typed. Sorry. I'll go back and fix it.

"Then," came the reply, "if you can truely see in here as if it were day, then there's no reason for this subterfuge. However," he continued, "I would like you to proove it. How many fingers am I holding up."

Of course, he only held up one finger, the middle finger on his right hand.

OOC: Lol, as you can see he's somewhat of an asshole (and his sanity ain't that great, either). I guess you can take it as a sense of humor, though. Not sure I would if I was Xos, but he's your character and not mine.

"You are holding up one finger, the middle finger on your right hand. A gesture that represents diffrent things in diffrent cultures. Insults, offers fo sex, an agreement on an issue, Even a Death threat." Xos said.

He just sat there, showing no indication of what he thought of it as.

"You are holding up one finger, the middle finger on your right hand. A gesture that represents diffrent things in diffrent cultures. Insults, offers fo sex, an agreement on an issue, Even a Death threat." Xos said.

He just sat there, showing no indication of what he thought of it as.

OOC: Well, remember my nation originates from my own little Earth varient. So expect that to color a lot of things.

IC: "Interesting," replied Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, "no reaction at all. Out of all of those that have come before you, they have at least shown an inkling of a reaction. True, they held themselves back, but it was easily apparent.

"Computer, increase light level by fifty percent."

"Voice print confirmed. Authorization for illumination alteration in audience chamber confirmed," said teh voice of the computer right before it increased the lighting to a point equivilant of a night of a quarter-moon.

"There," mocked Mein Herr' Contra Mundi (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/MeinHerrContraMundi.jpg), "that more to you tastes?

"You should consider yourself lucky that I'm doing this for you. The last person who tried to see who I am for the Empress's forces, well, let's just say he's not enjoying the remainder of his visit here.

"Now, tell me more about this 'monster' of yours. Surely you must have studied him or her enough to have figured out a weakness or a fatal flaw?"

OOC: Well, remember my nation originates from my own little Earth varient. So expect that to color a lot of things.

IC: "Interesting," replied Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, "no reaction at all. Out of all of those that have come before you, they have at least shown an inkling of a reaction. True, they held themselves back, but it was easily apparent.

"Computer, increase light level by fifty percent."

"Voice print confirmed. Authorization for illumination alteration in audience chamber confirmed," said teh voice of the computer right before it increased the lighting to a point equivilant of a night of a quarter-moon.

"There," mocked Mein Herr' Contra Mundi (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/MeinHerrContraMundi.jpg), "that more to you tastes?

"You should consider yourself lucky that I'm doing this for you. The last person who tried to see who I am for the Empress's forces, well, let's just say he's not enjoying the remainder of his visit here.

"Now, tell me more about this 'monster' of yours. Surely you must have studied him or her enough to have figured out a weakness or a fatal flaw?"

Xos casued a sphere to appear five feet in front of Mein Herr, showing him exactly what the previous two Methusulah had seen, playing Kajeenith's same words.

"He is The God of Destruction, and The God of Nothing. All that orb shows you, used to exist, but within the Void, Nothing exists, and reflects only the mind of Kajeenith. He is weak, not against one thing in particular, but against everything. the trouble is, is he can uncreate anything and everything. The greatest weapon against Kajeenith, lies in a place niether you, nor I have access to, The Lost world of Om.

But, attack him strong enough, and quick enough, and it won't matter what you use." said Xos.

OOC: To venture to Om, see here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=514649

Xos casued a sphere to appear five feet in front of Mein Herr, showing him exactly what the previous two Methusulah had seen, playing Kajeenith's same words.

"He is The God of Destruction, and The God of Nothing. All that orb shows you, used to exist, but within the Void, Nothing exists, and reflects only the mind of Kajeenith. He is weak, not against one thing in particular, but against everything. the trouble is, is he can uncreate anything and everything. The greatest weapon against Kajeenith, lies in a place niether you, nor I have access to, The Lost world of Om.

But, attack him strong enough, and quick enough, and it won't matter what you use." said Xos.

OOC: To venture to Om, see here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=514649

"I've 'died', literally and figuratively, more times than you'll ever now, little man," replied Mein Herr' Contra Mundi smugly, "and yet here I still am. Tell me, how many times have you picked yourself up after taking a free-fall descent from orbit to a planet's surface*? I'm a survivor and I'll continue to live.

"As for this Om of yours, what interest is it of mine? This Kajeenith hasn't given me any reason to consider him a threat. So, what incentive are you offering for me to bring my forces into this matter of your own make?"

OOC: *Didn't really help his sanity much when it did happen. Truthfully, I don't even know if he is killable as even in canon he's survived quite nicely everything life has thrown at him.

"I've 'died', literally and figuratively, more times than you'll ever now, little man," replied Mein Herr' Contra Mundi smugly, "and yet here I still am. Tell me, how many times have you picked yourself up after taking a free-fall descent from orbit to a planet's surface*? I'm a survivor and I'll continue to live.

"As for this Om of yours, what interest is it of mine? This Kajeenith hasn't given me any reason to consider him a threat. So, what incentive are you offering for me to bring my forces into this matter of your own make?"

OOC: *Didn't really help his sanity much when it did happen. Truthfully, I don't even know if he is killable as even in canon he's survived quite nicely everything life has thrown at him.

"More times than I'll ever know, goodness, I've died over 10 million times, and have been reborn as many. I've fallen such great distances, as to die before impact and still survived the fall. For you to say that, makes me wonder just what kind of a life you've had!" Xos said.

Then he cracked his soft fleshy neck full of delicous fresh blood, and went back to business.

"As for incentive. There are many things, I can offer. If you are like similar clans of Methusulah I have encountered elsewhere, Daylight is not in your circle of friends, or even close aquantences. I can fix that, and give you the power to walk through daylight. I can give you great technology, and give you an engine, that will allow you to travel the stars faster than any other in your nation can. I can give you weapons that can destroy worlds, even entire systems if used on the right star. I can offer many things." Xos said.

"More times than I'll ever know, goodness, I've died over 10 million times, and have been reborn as many. I've fallen such great distances, as to die before impact and still survived the fall. For you to say that, makes me wonder just what kind of a life you've had!" Xos said.

Then he cracked his soft fleshy neck full of delicous fresh blood, and went back to business.

"As for incentive. There are many things, I can offer. If you are like similar clans of Methusulah I have encountered elsewhere, Daylight is not in your circle of friends, or even close aquantences. I can fix that, and give you the power to walk through daylight. I can give you great technology, and give you an engine, that will allow you to travel the stars faster than any other in your nation can. I can give you weapons that can destroy worlds, even entire systems if used on the right star. I can offer many things." Xos said.

OOC: He's not a Methuselah, so the temptation of Xos's blood doesn't make him want to take a bite.

IC: "Then you have yet to see the Empress's capital," retorted Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, "the city was designed so that Methuselah with the then current but now antique version of the Bacillus nanomachines, to walk around whenever they liked, and it isn't daylight, per se, that was the problem. Of course, I'm not going to tell you what the real problem was as you've still given me now reason to believe you were only sent here by your superiors on a fact gathering mission.

"So, as you've probably figured out, we don't need your aide in order to walk around in broad daylight.

"As for the rest of your incintives, they have potential. Still, what's in it for us if we go to this Om? You willing to share any spoils from such a trip?"

OOC: TBH, I had already recognized that as a problem and worked out a solution involving new versions of the nanomachines in my Methuselah.

OOC: He's not a Methuselah, so the temptation of Xos's blood doesn't make him want to take a bite.

IC: "Then you have yet to see the Empress's capital," retorted Mein Herr' Contra Mundi, "the city was designed so that Methuselah with the then current but now antique version of the Bacillus nanomachines, to walk around whenever they liked, and it isn't daylight, per se, that was the problem. Of course, I'm not going to tell you what the real problem was as you've still given me now reason to believe you were only sent here by your superiors on a fact gathering mission.

"So, as you've probably figured out, we don't need your aide in order to walk around in broad daylight.

"As for the rest of your incintives, they have potential. Still, what's in it for us if we go to this Om? You willing to share any spoils from such a trip?"

OOC: TBH, I had already recognized that as a problem and worked out a solution involving new versions of the nanomachines in my Methuselah.

"The only thing I want, is the sword of Recognition. Om has enough treasure to by an entire nation, and still have enough left over buy whatever your heart desires. I know where the Key to Om is, and how to obtain it. If you, or another helps me, then they can have all the treasures of Om, I just want the sword, its guarenteed to destroy Kajeenith. I only need to get to the Gate of Divinity within Om to get it.

And, your right, I've never been to the empresses Capital. Other than the Constantine Station, this is the first place I've been." Xos said.

yeah what ever

An entire day later, he pranced back into the Depot.

"Oh, the rooms are so Luxurious. Anyways, I heard you wanted to se me? I would've come yesterday, but I was busy." he said.

Rachael stiffled a chortle, "Yes, I hear certain activities can be extremely exhausting, particularily if you go at it for a number of hours." She said with a polite smile on her face, hinting about the Brothel. Normally she would not try to make a customer feel uncomfortable but this guy deserved it.

"And for the message I wanted to give you yesterday, We have organised a large fleet of TGM Junking Ships to arrive. They will are expected to arrive 4 days from now. Thank you for choosing The Garbage Men, your freindly Sanitation providers." She now turned her attention to another person that arrived who had a small heshen bag of broken parts and dealt with them and hoped that the man would just go away.

OOC: I'm sorry I had stuff to do. yesterday.

Rachael stiffled a chortle, "Yes, I hear certain activities can be extremely exhausting, particularily if you go at it for a number of hours." She said with a polite smile on her face, hinting about the Brothel. Normally she would not try to make a customer feel uncomfortable but this guy deserved it.

"And for the message I wanted to give you yesterday, We have organised a large fleet of TGM Junking Ships to arrive. They will are expected to arrive 4 days from now. Thank you for choosing The Garbage Men, your freindly Sanitation providers." She now turned her attention to another person that arrived who had a small heshen bag of broken parts and dealt with them and hoped that the man would just go away.

OOC: I'm sorry I had stuff to do. yesterday.

OOC: That's alright.
IC: The man smiled and pranced away.

OOC: I'll take care of the Om thread first, then take care of this.

Wolf looks down at the Tiger's
"well time to put a end to the fight"he said to them as he opens the door only to be jump on by Twin's as he walk's in

"dam bitch's"said Wolf as he throws them off him then get up to face them but forgetting to close the door so if someone goes past they would see what was going on

"come on you want a piece of me"said Wolf to them
letting out a Howl both leap at him

Kajeenith wasn't there. He was still in the Void.

OOC: I want to tell you so much why Kajeenith is the way he is. People accuse him of being 2-D, but I'm afraid to actually share why he is the way he is, because then it would be Trolling and Flamebaiting nearly everyone on NS. I won't do that. I won't break the rules like that. I had nearly 20,000 words, before I realised that posting it would constitute Trolling, and Flamebaiting, and even Flaming. Sorry if you wanted more, but he reasons would get on way to many hurt feelings.

OOC: I'm a masochist. TG me. :) :) :)

OOC: I'm a masochist. TG me. :) :) :)

Eventually, you will get your chance to see it expressed in its full glory, in the Om thread.

"You want one that accesses the main computer or one of the ones that works on its own?" inquired Abel.

Wozniak stroked his chin, and replied simply, "I would like to have one that works on its own. That way, I can better study it independently."

"Heh," Abel chuckled, "with what I hear of some of those out there, this place is going to need all the good karma it can it, so I thank you for that."

"Not a problem," said the Inquisitor.

"These Orks sound like an interesting race," said Abel as he accepted the Data Slate, "perhaps a sample could be obtained for us to study. I'm sure our Augment program would benefit from any discoveries derived from our study of an Ork subject."

OOC: I take it that's the WH-verse version of a PADD or PDA, correct?


OOC: Very yes.

IC:

Demaggio chuckled, only saying, "Your Highness, that might be possible, but unlikely, given their nature."

Abel, noting Wozniak's expression as well, quickly said, "I hope I didn't offend you in any way. I was merely stating that business is business and there is very little about a nation's culture that would preclude Trinity Blood's friendly relations with them."

Wozniak, slightly embarassed now, nodded in acknowledgement and declared, "My mistake, your Highness. Consider it a misunderstanding."

"You would be surprised how such shock and awe can win a fight without a single shot fired," replied Abel, "its all about posturing. In this way, a small nation can make a nation, that, in reality, would probably be able to wipe the smaller off the face of the map, back down. A good analogy would be a small dog standing up to a bigger one, thus causing the bigger dog back up in surprise allowing the small dog time to either get away safely or keeping pressing the bigger dog back.

"You understand what I'm getting at here?"

The Inquistor smiled and said, "An intriguing proposition. I don't discount the use of not fighting at all; avoiding the use of force is listed as a good thing in the Tactica Imperialis."

"Not a problem," shrugged Abel, "as I'm sure you would be quite willing to share any advancements you derive from your study of it with us."


"But of course," was the reply from Wozniak. "When do we begin?"

Rachael could not believe the man, he thought he was a divine entities gift to the universe. Well at least she didn't have to deal with him again. The small job was handled quickly... and Rachael started to day dream about nothing in particular... about magic, paladinhood and about that slime that they never could seem to find but knew was on the ship. "Whatever happened to that slime." she thought before drifting onto some other topic.

Rachael could not believe the man, he thought he was a divine entities gift to the universe. Well at least she didn't have to deal with him again. The small job was handled quickly... and Rachael started to day dream about nothing in particular... about magic, paladinhood and about that slime that they never could seem to find but knew was on the ship. "Whatever happened to that slime." she thought before drifting onto some other topic.

OOC: I sent you a link if you want to go dungeon Crawling.

OOC Ri-an are there other people in the rooms at the bar

OOC Ri-an are there other people in the rooms at the bar

Around wolf's rooms, no. but there are people in other rooms. Wolf's room is situated so that even with an open door, he has privacy.

Around wolf's rooms, no. but there are people in other rooms. Wolf's room is situated so that even with an open door, he has privacy.
OOC so you know it the case whos better ,whos top female and sisterly hate fight and add the both are carrying

Falsus almost had to shake his head. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There in front of him was a technical marvel--a cyborg that was as different from his own Exopod as his creation was from the Exocomps that he had used as his starting point. Yet, with all its advancement and technical achievement, it was used with an attitude that came straight out of the Dark Ages, and would probably put its users back into one if they weren't careful.

They had increased the size, and added weapons and integrated a targeting system. They had removed the cargo net--an Exopod was designed to carry a 400-pound humanoid through a fire to safety, and Emmy could probably handle Lord Dracula in a pinch--and the internal tool arm that made the Exocomp a natural engineer. They had neglected to make the simple neuroprocessor upgrade that would solve the drone's speech impediment. It was a work of pure idiotic genius!

Somehow, the pack of diplomatic wonders who had taken charge of this situation had determined that the best way to interrogate a tranquilized suspect was to wake him up in the middle of an Agony Booth. Falsus had actually been inside one of those before--they were a part of the torture that the rogue Romulans had inflicted on him when he was working an overt operation with a Klingon Specialist Unit (it would be a LONG story). It had almost broken him. This was why he knew that torture was useless as an interrogation technique.

When the subject breaks, he will say or do anything to prevent further pain. He will make up any lie that he feels his captors will believe, and he will tell it as if it were the gospel truth. The only time torture has any use is when the captor is telling the captive what to confess to. Yet, despite this well-documented fact, it was the first choice of the Inquisitors when they wanted reliable information. Pure idiotic genius--without the genius.

As the Methuselah kidnapper awoke, and took in his surroundings, it was actually Esmirelda, floating above and behind them all, who made the obvious statement.

"Daddy," she said, "this not go-ing to work."

"I know," Falsus replied, "but these gentlemen believe so strongly that they are right that I don't know how to convince them otherwise."

"Let Emmy try," she said. "Emmy can do."

Falsus chuckled. It was the opening that he had been looking for.

"Shadow," he said, as diplomatic as he could be with the contemptible oaf, "would you mind indulging a small child's fantasy for a few minutes? It won't take long." Oh, the IRONY!

OOC:

That’s OK, we all are human, I think…



IC:

“I just wanted to make sure you were in the Know on what we are so if it comes out later, you are not taken by surprise. It would also allow us to help in situations where our unique talents would be useful.”

“So, where should I start? Should I begin setting up an embassy in the space you assign or should we wait for word from your superiors? I don’t want to cause any problems so if you want to take the cautionary path it would not bother us.”

the Twin who at last are tired fall to the floor changing back to there naked human form as the did

"i get a healer later to look at your wounds and my ones"said Wolf who was some what tired as he pulls off a blanket and takes off two pillow's from the bed

Wolf covers the Twin's with the blanket,then place the pillow's under there head's

Wolf look's over at the open door calls the Tiger's in and close the door with a wave of the hand

"time for some rest for me too"said Wolf as he takes a seat in a chair

OOC:

That’s OK, we all are human, I think…


OOC: On the internet, no one knows your a dog....

he said the inqistion does not have time for a childs wishes imperial lives are on the line but if it can get the infoo i neeed i will alow it

Rachael could not believe the man, he thought he was a divine entities gift to the universe. Well at least she didn't have to deal with him again. The small job was handled quickly... and Rachael started to day dream about nothing in particular... about magic, paladinhood and about that slime that they never could seem to find but knew was on the ship. "Whatever happened to that slime." she thought before drifting onto some other topic.

Speaking of that slime, Thidge bubbled for him to follow Thidge.

Thidge creeped out of the vent. O'aka the 63rd was in his chair, just staring at the blank wall.

"My best friend, O'aka." bubbled thidge.

"Well that's really nice of you to say so Thidge. What brought that up?" The 63rd asked, having the ability to understand Slimes.

"I'd like to introduce my new friend to you. But he's kinda shy." Thidge bubbled.

"Oh, no need to be shy around me. Why are you so shy?" O'aka Directly questioned the new slime in the air ducts.

yeah what ever

"Care for a turn in the Agony Booth?" asked the slightly miffed officer.

Wozniak stroked his chin, and replied simply, "I would like to have one that works on its own. That way, I can better study it independently."

"I'll have the Receptionist grab one," he said inputing the order onto his PADD, "you can pick it up when you leave, 'kay?"

"Not a problem," said the Inquisitor.

OOC: Very yes.

IC:

Demaggio chuckled, only saying, "Your Highness, that might be possible, but unlikely, given their nature."

"Who said we would give them a choice in the matter," responded Abel with a sly half-smile.

Wozniak, slightly embarassed now, nodded in acknowledgement and declared, "My mistake, your Highness. Consider it a misunderstanding."

Abel nodded in understanding as he made sure to make note of that for future reference on his PADD.

The Inquistor smiled and said, "An intriguing proposition. I don't discount the use of not fighting at all; avoiding the use of force is listed as a good thing in the Tactica Imperialis."

"Would you mind providing us with a copy of this Tactica Imperialis?" inquired Abel, "truth be told, we could probably make good use of such an item instead of the unwritten code we've been using. Though, that was useful in the old days, when our ships were restricted to sublight speeds only and had to operate as individual entities seperated from Command and each other."

"But of course," was the reply from Wozniak. "When do we begin?"

"I can arrange for one to be delivered, complete with warp sled, to the station for your pick-up" he glanced down at his PADD for a moment, "in around three days time. That acceptable with you?"

Falsus almost had to shake his head. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There in front of him was a technical marvel--a cyborg that was as different from his own Exopod as his creation was from the Exocomps that he had used as his starting point. Yet, with all its advancement and technical achievement, it was used with an attitude that came straight out of the Dark Ages, and would probably put its users back into one if they weren't careful.

They had increased the size, and added weapons and integrated a targeting system. They had removed the cargo net--an Exopod was designed to carry a 400-pound humanoid through a fire to safety, and Emmy could probably handle Lord Dracula in a pinch--and the internal tool arm that made the Exocomp a natural engineer. They had neglected to make the simple neuroprocessor upgrade that would solve the drone's speech impediment. It was a work of pure idiotic genius!

Somehow, the pack of diplomatic wonders who had taken charge of this situation had determined that the best way to interrogate a tranquilized suspect was to wake him up in the middle of an Agony Booth. Falsus had actually been inside one of those before--they were a part of the torture that the rogue Romulans had inflicted on him when he was working an overt operation with a Klingon Specialist Unit (it would be a LONG story). It had almost broken him. This was why he knew that torture was useless as an interrogation technique.

When the subject breaks, he will say or do anything to prevent further pain. He will make up any lie that he feels his captors will believe, and he will tell it as if it were the gospel truth. The only time torture has any use is when the captor is telling the captive what to confess to. Yet, despite this well-documented fact, it was the first choice of the Inquisitors when they wanted reliable information. Pure idiotic genius--without the genius.

As the Methuselah kidnapper awoke, and took in his surroundings, it was actually Esmirelda, floating above and behind them all, who made the obvious statement.

"Daddy," she said, "this not go-ing to work."

"I know," Falsus replied, "but these gentlemen believe so strongly that they are right that I don't know how to convince them otherwise."

"Let Emmy try," she said. "Emmy can do."

Falsus chuckled. It was the opening that he had been looking for.

"Shadow," he said, as diplomatic as he could be with the contemptible oaf, "would you mind indulging a small child's fantasy for a few minutes? It won't take long." Oh, the IRONY!

OOC: Actually, he was already found guilty by the mind probe. Later he'll be taken to a chamber that does the same thing as the one in "Dagger Of The Mind". Like I said, terrorism is taken quite seriously.

IC: "Mr. Falsus," stated the Commander who had mind probed the prisoner, "we already know he's guilty, so there's no need for you to stick around and watch if it doesn't sit well with your morals and ethics. Though, I assure you that traitors such as that fool," he indicated the prisoner, "as well as mutineers, have pretty much the only death sentences left on the books.

"He's just a low-level grunt who never met his contact face-to-face nor knows anything that we could use to aide us in whiping out the terrorist organization he's a part of. So, there's no use in delaying the inevitable," he continued.

OOC:

That’s OK, we all are human, I think…

OOC: Personally, I always thought of myself having a more dark draconic personality than human (probably why I picked my usual screen-name for other forums and in-game multiplayer).

IC:

“I just wanted to make sure you were in the Know on what we are so if it comes out later, you are not taken by surprise. It would also allow us to help in situations where our unique talents would be useful.”

“So, where should I start? Should I begin setting up an embassy in the space you assign or should we wait for word from your superiors? I don’t want to cause any problems so if you want to take the cautionary path it would not bother us.”

Kamino held up a PADD with a mass copied standard embassy agreement that had been copied from an original already having Mr. O'aka the 65th's signature on it (OOC: Thus, cutting off one-third of the needed go around).

"This is the standard agreement stating you can request as much space as you feel you would need for an embassy or bring in a station of your own to add to the complex which will act as your embassy," she said, "as for a Trinity Blood embassy in your space, it'll probably be one of those new mobile stations they were working on at the ASDB. From what I understand of the local grapevine, they've gotten around a half-dozen complete.

"Still, that would require authorization on your government's part and the signature of someone higher up on the food chain than myself."

Speaking of that slime, Thidge bubbled for him to follow Thidge.

Thidge creeped out of the vent. O'aka the 63rd was in his chair, just staring at the blank wall.

"My best friend, O'aka." bubbled thidge.

"Well that's really nice of you to say so Thidge. What brought that up?" The 63rd asked, having the ability to understand Slimes.

"I'd like to introduce my new friend to you. But he's kinda shy." Thidge bubbled.

"Oh, no need to be shy around me. Why are you so shy?" O'aka Directly questioned the new slime in the air ducts.

There was some movement that could be seen in the ducks.

"You would be too if you could be seen right through." it said making a large plop instead of bubbling "But everywhere I go I am seen by something."

Wolf was up look's at the girl who are still asleep and had wound's clean and bandage
"hello mother"said Wolf to the woman kneeing next to the tiger's and pating them
"hello son"she said back

There was some movement that could be seen in the ducks.

"You would be too if you could be seen right through." it said making a large plop instead of bubbling "But everywhere I go I am seen by something."

"And what's wrong with being seen? Its apart of existing." O'aka said.

"I am authorized by the Emperor to enter into agreements. I approve of the exchange so we can patiently await the last third of the agreement."

Anthony produced a pen and signed the PADD, producing a signature in the file without marring the device. The pen melted into nothingness.

"Psionics are useful. I trust this will be quite entertaining."



OOC:

What do you mean by adding stations onto this one? That would make something quite encumbersome. I am assuming you meant sections being remodeled or something like that or even a seperate station nearby.

"And what's wrong with being seen? Its apart of existing." O'aka said.

"I'm Transparent... people can see right through me. Just knowing that they can see through me and know what I've eaten. I DON'T WANT TO BE SEEN." The slime obviously had a big complex over the fact that he was invisible. And it obviously was not going to go away with pure logic.

What it needed was to become comfortable with being seen, something that would require many stages and some time.

"why are you here mother"ask Wolf as he picks up Snow an place her on the bed

"can't i see my son"ask Light

"you know you can't"said Wolf as he pick's up Sky an place her on the bed then cover them up with the blanket again, then place the pillows back under they heads

"you picked Exile not us"said Light as she sits down in the chair Wolf was in

"i picked it as it was best thing for me"said Wolf as he wish that she just go

"I'm Transparent... people can see right through me. Just knowing that they can see through me and know what I've eaten. I DON'T WANT TO BE SEEN." The slime obviously had a big complex over the fact that he was invisible. And it obviously was not going to go away with pure logic.

What it needed was to become comfortable with being seen, something that would require many stages and some time.

"I understand. Go ahead and stay in there then, just, don't go near the security section, they get kinda jumpy when something's in the air system." O'aka said.

"just like all children when a parent stops by with calling you wish that they go away"said Light to Wolf

"speaking of children,the way those two are they going to be ok"ask Wolf

"they are fine and you find no how much the Twin's fight with one another they will fight in a new way which will keep the unborns safe from harm"said Light

"thank you mom"said Wolf as he looks at the sleeping Twin's

"you are welcome now i must go take it easy my son"said Light who was no longer in the room

"i think i head out and buy some food to cook up,you two keep them safe"said Wolf to the Tiger's

Wolf open the door steps out, turns an take one more look then close it as he heads off to shop

"I am authorized by the Emperor to enter into agreements. I approve of the exchange so we can patiently await the last third of the agreement."

Anthony produced a pen and signed the PADD, producing a signature in the file without marring the device. The pen melted into nothingness.

"Psionics are useful. I trust this will be quite entertaining."



OOC:

What do you mean by adding stations onto this one? That would make something quite encumbersome. I am assuming you meant sections being remodeled or something like that or even a seperate station nearby.

OOC: The entire star system is open. For example, Isa has his take on a Blackstone in system as part of the expanding CSP complex. My Hypergate is also part of it and I may bring in some drydock facilities to offer repairs to visiting ships, for a reasonable price of course.

IC: "I can see where that would be useful," agreed Kamino with slight suprise readable in her eyes, "as for..." the PADD beeped as a document appeared on the screen with the Queen's signature on the bottom, "well, looks like Queen Nightroad got word of your request and authorized it. She's already gone ahead and started the dominos that will bring one of the Helixes here for transfer to wherever you want it through the ITH or some other means to your space if the mobile starbase would be classed as too heavily armed or a warship."

OOC: Last post for the night. I am now off to bed.

OOC: The entire star system is open. For example, Isa has his take on a Blackstone in system as part of the expanding CSP complex. My Hypergate is also part of it and I may bring in some drydock facilities to offer repairs to visiting ships, for a reasonable price of course.
OOC station near a nice looking planet
TB what you are thinking is a good idea you make more money that way

"I understand. Go ahead and stay in there then, just, don't go near the security section, they get kinda jumpy when something's in the air system." O'aka said.

"You really are the best", the yet unnamed slime bubbled with delight. "I'll behave, I promise" it said before slithering away to see what mischeif it would get up to. It found itself in some showers, the room was quite steamy.

shadow retorted with want me to put a boolt shell in your skull

anyway falius the inqistion doesnot show mercy on thier prisonors and we have that fool on posetion of imperial hardware

he taped his com space marines to my location brother flame get you an your mens asses here on double time

he glared and said we want him

OOC station near a nice looking planet
TB what you are thinking is a good idea you make more money that way

OOC: Thanks for the support. I'll bring them in when I've got enough population to actually support having more than the one shipyard complex.

shadow retorted with want me to put a boolt shell in your skull

anyway falius the inqistion doesnot show mercy on thier prisonors and we have that fool on posetion of imperial hardware

"Oh, really," mocked the officer, "we've got him on kidnapping, high treason, terrorism, conspiracy, and theft. The treason charge alone is enough for him to get his execution. So don't you worry your pretty little head, he will die for his crimes against the crown, but it won't be over as apparently you would like."

"You really are the best", the yet unnamed slime bubbled with delight. "I'll behave, I promise" it said before slithering away to see what mischeif it would get up to. It found itself in some showers, the room was quite steamy.

It was the women's public shower room. They were taking a shower.

OOC: Thanks for the support. I'll bring them in when I've got enough population to actually support having more than the one shipyard complex.

OOC too bad you don't have Clones as you could use them to work them

IC

the Twin's wake up to find hot cook food for them and a note from Wolf he had to pop back to Dragon Fire to talk to sceond on Ra

"we should cook dinner for him"said Sky as she eats

"yes we have not cook for some time"said Snow then take a mouth full


Dragon Fire

"that's good news Revan and yes do came here for R@R"said Wolf

# thank you sir and do i bring the Twin's cousin Mira#

"err yes if theres full out its me who has to deal with it but they get along"said Wolf

#ok sir out#

"ok best get back Captain keep up the good work"said Wolf
"sir"said the man as Wolf leaves the room

Totally not understanding the concept of showering nor the various things that can happen when women get scared (of course there is no concept of Gender for Trash Slimes).

One of the women turned off her shower went to get a towel, saw the slime and freaked, however she was not the only one to freak, the trash slime freaked because of the combination of the screaming and being seen that it slide down into a drain to get away.

Totally not understanding the concept of showering nor the various things that can happen when women get scared (of course there is no concept of Gender for Trash Slimes).

One of the women turned off her shower went to get a towel, saw the slime and freaked, however she was not the only one to freak, the trash slime freaked because of the combination of the screaming and being seen that it slide down into a drain to get away.

It was now in the water recycling system, and so was treated with all sorts of cleansing and dissolving chemicles. things potentially lethal to a trash Slime. Fortunatly, the water made it only painful to stay in there. The slime was trapped. Engineers were notified of object in the water. they pulled out the bucket and looked in there. Spotting the slime, they quick froze the water, and chipped around the slime. The Block was placed in a corner near an air vent, and forgotten about. The water went back to treatment as normal.

"your back"said Sky was taking a shower with her sister

"yes"said Wolf standing at the door to the bathroom

"how was it"ask Snow

"Ra now back in our hands, thanks to Revan whos caming here for some rest,oh he's bring Mira with him"said Wolf

both give a yell of happiness at the news

"what part are you happy about"ask Wolf as they get out of the shower
"both"said Sky as she towels off
"you find she may ask you some thing please say yes to her"said Snow all so toweling off

"wait till i hear what she asking"said Wolf

This was the worst day of the slimes life... it had been bombarded by those nasty chemicals, and it got stuck in the ice and all those engineers saw it and man-handled it.

It would be balling it's eyes out if it had any, the slime climbed back into the air vents and made it's way to the office of Mr O'aka. For the first time in it's life it thought that it did not want to be scared anymore, being scared is not nice, the slime had taken the first step to not being scared, but it needed help... it needed Mr O'aka

Once it reached Mr O'aka's office, it looked down to see if he was there.

This was the worst day of the slimes life... it had been bombarded by those nasty chemicals, and it got stuck in the ice and all those engineers saw it and man-handled it.

It would be balling it's eyes out if it had any, the slime climbed back into the air vents and made it's way to the office of Mr O'aka. For the first time in it's life it thought that it did not want to be scared anymore, being scared is not nice, the slime had taken the first step to not being scared, but it needed help... it needed Mr O'aka

Once it reached Mr O'aka's office, it looked down to see if he was there.

He was. He was absorbed in reports over the latest sales figures from the Station.

He was. He was absorbed in reports over the latest sales figures from the Station.

"hello?" it said... "I don't want to be scared anymore." it said.

OOC too bad you don't have Clones as you could use them to work them

OOC: As I understand it, that would be 24th century level tech (200 years in my IC future). Still, at my general 22nd century level, I do have a creature that, when introduced to a sample of a subject's genetic material, can create an identical individual complete with the orgiinal's memories (only personality is different). Only problem is, IIRC, after the genetic sample is introduced, the creature goes from the person's childhood to old age and death in a matter of 10 days.

OOC: As I understand it, that would be 24th century level tech (200 years in my IC future). Still, at my general 22nd century level, I do have a creature that, when introduced to a sample of a subject's genetic material, can create an identical individual complete with the orgiinal's memories (only personality is different). Only problem is, IIRC, after the genetic sample is introduced, the creature goes from the person's childhood to old age and death in a matter of 10 days.
OOC mm i see, well if you could see my troops face you see they Clones

if you seen the Halo Wars Trailor you see the armour i use,which Wolf wears too

"hello?" it said... "I don't want to be scared anymore." it said.

"Then just stop being scared. It sounds simple, but it really isn't, and yet it is. Take the second step. You've already taken the first. Why don't you just come on out of that air duct." O'aka said.

OOC: Actually, he was already found guilty by the mind probe. Later he'll be taken to a chamber that does the same thing as the one in "Dagger Of The Mind". Like I said, terrorism is taken quite seriously.

IC: "Mr. Falsus," stated the Commander who had mind probed the prisoner, "we already know he's guilty, so there's no need for you to stick around and watch if it doesn't sit well with your morals and ethics. Though, I assure you that traitors such as that fool," he indicated the prisoner, "as well as mutineers, have pretty much the only death sentences left on the books.

"He's just a low-level grunt who never met his contact face-to-face nor knows anything that we could use to aide us in whiping out the terrorist organization he's a part of. So, there's no use in delaying the inevitable," he continued.



OOC:

Read my post again. I don't object to torture on moral grounds, I object to it on practical grounds. It just plain old-fashioned DOES NOT WORK. If you're trying to get information out of him, then it's useless. If you've got no more information to get and want to dispense with him, then it's a waste of energy--once you pump 'em, you might as well dump 'em.

IC:

"Don't call me mister," the small borg said. He walked up to the booth, where the Methuselah was now fully conscious--and knew exactly where he was. "And I believe you--I'm certain that you've gotten all the information that you can from him--about the kidnapping."

"Good morning," he said to the rather nervous creature.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?"

"I'm Falsus, and I transported you to safety. You're here because members of your government take a rather dim view of those who abduct their explorers. That man over there is Inquisitor Tidas Shadow, from the Sephrioth Ordo Malis. He wants to make you feel a great deal of pain just to let you know how big his...sadistic streak...is. I'm vengeful, but not sadistic. I might be able to call the button-pushers off if you'll help us find the people whose spacecraft you were in when I found you."

"Those franucks? You don't need to torture me for that! Just ask away!"

"Good," Falsus said with a chuckle, placing his left hand on the glass near the kidnapper's shoulder. "Tell us, then, about your encounter with them. Use as much detail as you can. I cannot guarantee your condition if you should refuse to answer our questions, or if we catch you lieing."

"There's no need for that," the kidnapper said.

And so the story began.

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OOC:

This was never my show, so I'm going to have to ask either Seph or TB to come up with the details of the story. TB came up with the double kidnap idea, so I'd suggest that it would be TB who writes the story.

Unless someone stops him, Falsus is going to use the gravaton lense in his right hand to tear the kidnapper's head right off of his shoulders, and then use the metal fingers of that hand to crush his skull, when the ordeal is over. This to save him from some sadistic jerk torturing him to death just to show how big a...sadistic streak...he's got. The kidnapper will thus die a fairly quick and fairly painless death, regardless of whom this aggravates. Falsus is like that. He can be pretty immature and domineering at times.

broter captain flame and his 11 batle brother honor storm in and said faalius the imperium wants him he said as he leveled his bolt pistol

broter captain flame and his 11 batle brother honor storm in and said faalius the imperium wants him he said as he leveled his bolt pistol

"Oooo," said the kidnapper, "the big, bad franuck with his big, bad guns thinks he can slug it out with a Methuselah. Me like fresh meat."

Falsus aimed his hand at the controls to the booth. In a moment, the kidnapper screamed as the controls activated the booth. Then, he went silent again. It had been shut down.

"I asked for a story," he said. "Don't let the rifraf distract you."

Leaving him to fume, Falsus turned toward his next obstacle--who was also, even though he hadn't figured it out, his own obstacle.

"You're a good marine, Flame," the Borg said, "but you've got to know that that pea shooter of yours will never get through my defense shield. It might also interest you to know that it doesn't have the firepower to kill our friend behind me, either. But, worse than that, you've failed to understand your true adversary. If the Imperium wants him, then, by all means, go ahead and take him. It's not me that you have to go through--it's them." As he finished speaking, the Borg swept his hand back to indicate the security forces, some Methuselah, who were casually making their way in through the doors.

"Now, gentlemen," he continued, placing his hands firmly upon his hips, "I'd like to play a little game called 'everybody wins.' It's a funny game, but, once you start playing it, it usually grows on you. This gentleman," he said, indicating the kidnapper, "has a story that he wants to tell. We can keep him from getting too uncomfortable while he tells it. Then, when that's done, the Sephrioth and the Methuselah can argue over which one gets to kill him until he dies of old age for all I care! I'm going to be too busy looking for some rogue Sephrioth marines to bother with your damn pissing contests! Do I make myself clear?"

Wolf ,the Twin's and there pet's walk in to the bar room an take there seats at the bar
both Twins are wearing Black suits, matching high heel's
both Girls had fix there long Black waist length hair into Ponytails and were wearing there .45 sidearm in Thigh holsters as they never go out with out them

Wolf was in what he all ways is in full combat gear

"so how long till Revan and Mira get here"ask Snow
"later tomorrow"said Wolf
"ok,oh we cooking dinner"said Snow

"you need money to buy food"ask Wolf
"no we got some out of the safe"said Snow
"ok"said Wolf

mhe noded and said maybe the inqistior was hasyu calling for us

OOC:

Read my post again. I don't object to torture on moral grounds, I object to it on practical grounds. It just plain old-fashioned DOES NOT WORK. If you're trying to get information out of him, then it's useless. If you've got no more information to get and want to dispense with him, then it's a waste of energy--once you pump 'em, you might as well dump 'em.

OOC: Sorry, I guess I didn't catch that. Still, I'll play along as you offer an interesting RP experience in this matter.

IC:

"Don't call me mister," the small borg said. He walked up to the booth, where the Methuselah was now fully conscious--and knew exactly where he was. "And I believe you--I'm certain that you've gotten all the information that you can from him--about the kidnapping."

"Good morning," he said to the rather nervous creature.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?"

"I'm Falsus, and I transported you to safety. You're here because members of your government take a rather dim view of those who abduct their explorers. That man over there is Inquisitor Tidas Shadow, from the Sephrioth Ordo Malis. He wants to make you feel a great deal of pain just to let you know how big his...sadistic streak...is. I'm vengeful, but not sadistic. I might be able to call the button-pushers off if you'll help us find the people whose spacecraft you were in when I found you."

"Correction," broke in the Commander, "as a member of Fleurs du Mal, he is guilty of high treason."

"Those franucks? You don't need to torture me for that! Just ask away!"

"Good," Falsus said with a chuckle, placing his left hand on the glass near the kidnapper's shoulder. "Tell us, then, about your encounter with them. Use as much detail as you can. I cannot guarantee your condition if you should refuse to answer our questions, or if we catch you lieing."

"There's no need for that," the kidnapper said.

And so the story began.

OOC: See the end of my next OOC message.

OOC:

This was never my show, so I'm going to have to ask either Seph or TB to come up with the details of the story. TB came up with the double kidnap idea, so I'd suggest that it would be TB who writes the story.

Unless someone stops him, Falsus is going to use the gravaton lense in his right hand to tear the kidnapper's head right off of his shoulders, and then use the metal fingers of that hand to crush his skull, when the ordeal is over. This to save him from some sadistic jerk torturing him to death just to show how big a...sadistic streak...he's got. The kidnapper will thus die a fairly quick and fairly painless death, regardless of whom this aggravates. Falsus is like that. He can be pretty immature and domineering at times.

OOC: Considering that traitors walk amoung the population in secret (as proven by the fact that one of my CSP security officers works for the RCO), examples must be made that are harsh enough to discourage future terrorist activities. Of course, I'm being this harsh on purpose. The plan is for it to add to the dissent that leads to the eventual Civil War I'm planning. Got to build up to the climax, lol.

^Just wanted to make clear the reasonings behind what I was doing was clear and that it had nothing to do with me wanting to show how dark I could be.

As for the story:

@Seph: Would you please TG me with any suggestions you have before I go ahead and right it?

@Marionetonia: I would also appreciate the same thing from you. Oh, and what does franucks' mean and what language is it? I'm curious to that in RL as I may find use for the term again.

broter captain flame and his 11 batle brother honor storm in and said faalius the imperium wants him he said as he leveled his bolt pistol

The Commander sighed as Flame and his group stormed in.

"Not a smart thing to do, Captain," he said, "this is the station's main security office, after all."

Spotting Flame's weapon at the ready, every security officer drew and aimed their EM-33s at the Sephrioth group.

"Oooo," said the kidnapper, "the big, bad franuck with his big, bad guns thinks he can slug it out with a Methuselah. Me like fresh meat."

Falsus aimed his hand at the controls to the booth. In a moment, the kidnapper screamed as the controls activated the booth. Then, he went silent again. It had been shut down.

"I asked for a story," he said. "Don't let the rifraf distract you."

Leaving him to fume, Falsus turned toward his next obstacle--who was also, even though he hadn't figured it out, his own obstacle.

"You're a good marine, Flame," the Borg said, "but you've got to know that that pea shooter of yours will never get through my defense shield. It might also interest you to know that it doesn't have the firepower to kill our friend behind me, either. But, worse than that, you've failed to understand your true adversary. If the Imperium wants him, then, by all means, go ahead and take him. It's not me that you have to go through--it's them." As he finished speaking, the Borg swept his hand back to indicate the security forces, some Methuselah, who were casually making their way in through the doors.

"Now, gentlemen," he continued, placing his hands firmly upon his hips, "I'd like to play a little game called 'everybody wins.' It's a funny game, but, once you start playing it, it usually grows on you. This gentleman," he said, indicating the kidnapper, "has a story that he wants to tell. We can keep him from getting too uncomfortable while he tells it. Then, when that's done, the Sephrioth and the Methuselah can argue over which one gets to kill him until he dies of old age for all I care! I'm going to be too busy looking for some rogue Sephrioth marines to bother with your damn pissing contests! Do I make myself clear?"

The Commander snorted.

"As I recall," he commented, "Colonel Fury, Lord Alucard, the Sephrioths, and you, Falsus, already agreed to work together to find the rogue Space Marines.

"Now, are we going to fight between ourselves, ending any chance of future co-operation for quite some time, or are we going to go after those Space Marines Sephrioth is looking for? Trinity Blood may be the smaller nation here, but, tell me, what is your experience with fighting against true terrorists and their style of hit-and-run tactics? Tell me, how many times have you encountered people with the tenacity and courage needed to do what is done? Tell me, are you going to dishonor yourselves by starting a fight with us, thus breaking our original agreement, or are you going to stand by said agreement and let us all find those rogue Space Marines of yours?"

mhe noded and said maybe the inqistior was hasyu calling for us

The Commander just raised an eyebrow.

stand down smarine said the inqistor sorry for such a responce gah i hate workin withe the deep eyes

"I'll have the Receptionist grab one," he said inputing the order onto his PADD, "you can pick it up when you leave, 'kay?"


Wozniak clapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee, saying, "Excellent. The Adeptus Mechanicus thanks you, Your Highness."

"Who said we would give them a choice in the matter," responded Abel with a sly half-smile.


Demaggio nodded and said, smiling with the knowledge these guys were either really valiant or really didn't quite know what they were going to face: "Sounds like a plan to me."

"Would you mind providing us with a copy of this Tactica Imperialis?" inquired Abel, "truth be told, we could probably make good use of such an item instead of the unwritten code we've been using. Though, that was useful in the old days, when our ships were restricted to sublight speeds only and had to operate as individual entities seperated from Command and each other."

Demaggio milled it over and thought, "Well, I'm sure the Guard would not mind sparing a few copies. After all, its not sensitive technology, and besides, its commonsense data. And if they refuse, well, I can vouch for you and pull rank.

As I know it, by the way, the Tactica Imperium, as it is more properly known, is not so much one volume, as many volumes of military texts that sometimes overlap one another. Be aware of this when using it."

OOC: Couple of links. Not sure if they're fanmade or not, but it's the best I could get you on the Tactica.

http://www.eit.ihk-edu.dk/2767/w40k/tactica.shtml

http://www.warseer.com/node/57

Also, a wikilink on the Orks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ork_(Warhammer_40,000)

"I can arrange for one to be delivered, complete with warp sled, to the station for your pick-up" he glanced down at his PADD for a moment, "in around three days time. That acceptable with you?"

Wozniak, still flush from excitement, lept up and replied, "Oh yes. It is very acceptable, and it will give us time to contact our superiors about these developments, and for Mr. Valdes here to begin talking with his connections. It is, how the Rogue Traders say, a Win-win deal."

"It seems to me," Falsus said, "that it's actually a serendipitous happenstance for Flame to be here. He is, after all, going to participate in the hunt, and the information that our friend here has to offer could do him some good as well. So...what do we say that, now that we're once again speaking civilly, we listen to this fine, young gentleman's story?"

Falsus looked into the Agony Booth. "You're on," he said. "Make it good."

he said by the god emperor this best be good said flame

a ship jumps in the space near Dragon Fire

#Dragon Fire to Hawk dock with outer dock 2#

#Hawk moving to dock with outer dock now#



at Airlock

"Lieutenant General Revan sir"said the Captain

"Captain"said Revan

"sir you have a room here and the Ebon Hawk will take you to and from the CSP"said the Captain

"good i just go put my gear in the room and then head over"said Revan

"this way sir"said a man
"lead the way Sergeant"said Revan

"an what of me"sak a woman

" Ma-am my orders from Wolf is place Mira and her bags on to the Ebon Hawk wait for Revan to get on then send it over to the CSP"said the Captain

"ok i only got two bags"said Mira
"i'll carry them for you and lead you to the ship"said the Captain as he picks up the bags that had been place next to her by one of the Navy crew from the Hawk

"thank you Captain"said Mira as she moves behaind as he laeds the way


Bar CSP

#sir Revan and Mira be over in a hour sir#

"thank you Private"said Wolf back over the Radio

"she staying in our room right"said Sky
"yes you three will sleep in the bed and i'll sleep on the floor an no but's"said Wolf

Anthony appeared to think over the choices for a few seconds.

“I believe an embassy located upon the station proper will benefit everyone better than if we simply decided to isolate ourselves elsewhere within the system. It would allow us to meet others more readily. Since it is just me and a couple staff that came along we will only need a small space, enough to use for important functions. If the station has separate docks for embassies, I could have a ship brought in and docked to the embassy so it would be easier to transfer equipment. Perhaps even use the docked ship as part of the embassy itself. Unfortunately I do not know what is possible.”

Professor Stark looked at his hostess for a second before continuing.

“If there is anything we can do to assist you, don’t hesitate to ask. If it is possible, we will see…”

stand down smarine said the inqistor sorry for such a responce gah i hate workin withe the deep eyes

The Commander shrugs and replies, "It does look like both our nations have something to offer each other. It would appear we are better at getting what we want diplomatically while you prefer the way of the gun, agreed? Thus, what do you think of the idea we use those differences to help each other out. We'll have to clear it with our respective superiors, but the idea is sound: If you need diplomatic aide, call on us and we'll send someone to help you at the diplomatic table as quickly as possible and, in exchange, you will come provide our forces with military aide upon request. Do you think your superiors would go for it?"

Wozniak clapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee, saying, "Excellent. The Adeptus Mechanicus thanks you, Your Highness."

"You're quite welcome," replied Abel.

Demaggio nodded and said, smiling with the knowledge these guys were either really valiant or really didn't quite know what they were going to face: "Sounds like a plan to me."

OOC: Lol, and unless you know my main canon, you don't know what the Orks are going to be facing. *Evil snicker*

IC: "Perhaps for our first encounter with these 'Orks'," suggested Abel, "it could be done as a joint operation. You having the expertise you have with them and all. Think it over and submit it to your superiors if need be."

Demaggio milled it over and thought, "Well, I'm sure the Guard would not mind sparing a few copies. After all, its not sensitive technology, and besides, its commonsense data. And if they refuse, well, I can vouch for you and pull rank.

As I know it, by the way, the Tactica Imperium, as it is more properly known, is not so much one volume, as many volumes of military texts that sometimes overlap one another. Be aware of this when using it."

"It can't be any more complex or complicated than what we are already using," chuckled Abel.

OOC: Couple of links. Not sure if they're fanmade or not, but it's the best I could get you on the Tactica.

http://www.eit.ihk-edu.dk/2767/w40k/tactica.shtml

http://www.warseer.com/node/57

Also, a wikilink on the Orks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ork_(Warhammer_40,000)

OOC: Thanks, dude.

Wozniak, still flush from excitement, lept up and replied, "Oh yes. It is very acceptable, and it will give us time to contact our superiors about these developments, and for Mr. Valdes here to begin talking with his connections. It is, how the Rogue Traders say, a Win-win deal."

"Most certainly a 'win-win' situation," agreed Nightroad*, "we both got things we wanted out of this.

"Now," he continued, "was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

OOC: *Meh, felt like changing things up a bit, so I used his last name instead of his first this time.

"It seems to me," Falsus said, "that it's actually a serendipitous happenstance for Flame to be here. He is, after all, going to participate in the hunt, and the information that our friend here has to offer could do him some good as well. So...what do we say that, now that we're once again speaking civilly, we listen to this fine, young gentleman's story?"

Falsus looked into the Agony Booth. "You're on," he said. "Make it good."

he said by the god emperor this best be good said flame

OOC: Sorry, but I've not really had much free time lately to work up some big story, so I'm just going to give a summary and say that the whole thing was told IC'ly. Hope you guys don't mind.

IC: "Very well," sighed the Methuselah prisoner, "now, listen closely, little boys, as I'm only going to tell this once."

Even faced with so many on-edge people with weapons, the prisoner still had the cheek left to subtly insult them all.

He then proceed to go through his story about how he had been a conn officer aboard an old pre-warp vessel. His story started the day before the attack by the rogue Sephrioth Space Marine vessel. Though, when he got to that part, he left out now gruesome detail. He related how their weapons had brutalized the ship he had been on and how people had died left and right from various causes, including explosive decompression, blunt force trama, sharp force trama, and the list went on. Once the majority of the bridge crew lay dead, he had panicked and, on his own inititive, grabbed the out-cold Captain and fled in an escaped pod. While the rogue Space Marine craft just blasted several escape pods from the sky, they ensared the one he was aboard and brought it into one of their hangers. From there, exhausted from just barely surviving the battle, he had seen his former ship's core go critical causing an explosion that scattered the remains of the ship into a planet's atmosphere where they began to burn up, their captors kept them week with minimal food and water. Mostly, they were left in the dark, damp, windowless cell they were thrown in, but, on occasion, they were taken out for use as either living punching bags or to help hone the rogue Space Marines's tracking skills as prey. This had gone on for several months until, fed up with it, and not knowing of his betrayel, the Captain engineered the escape attempt that had netted them the prize of one of their captor's ships. Not able to learn all the controls in the few minutes they had, they were unable to activate the craft's defense systems, hence she took a pounding and was on the verge of loosing reactor containment when they accidently engaged a blind FTL jump. At its end, they continued to try to stop the build up in the core to overload, but hadn't finished when Falsus had come along and snatched them up with his transporters.

Anthony appeared to think over the choices for a few seconds.

“I believe an embassy located upon the station proper will benefit everyone better than if we simply decided to isolate ourselves elsewhere within the system. It would allow us to meet others more readily. Since it is just me and a couple staff that came along we will only need a small space, enough to use for important functions. If the station has separate docks for embassies, I could have a ship brought in and docked to the embassy so it would be easier to transfer equipment. Perhaps even use the docked ship as part of the embassy itself. Unfortunately I do not know what is possible.”

Professor Stark looked at his hostess for a second before continuing.

“If there is anything we can do to assist you, don’t hesitate to ask. If it is possible, we will see…”

"Your embassy is up to you know," she chuckled, "so, feel free to handle it however you wish. As for your question, you could dock a diplomatic ship. The Isan's have their own private dock on the lower side of the upper dome with direct access to their own place, so I don't see why we can't set up one for your representatives as well.

"If we run out of room on this station," she added with a grin, "we'll just add another Constantine class station to the complex."

She tapped the controls of the PADD a few times before passing it over again.

"This form is all you have to feel out for the engineers to know where to set up the wall partitions for your new embassy," she said.

OOC: I'll go ahead and add you to the embassy list in the OP, Bal. 'k?

"Your embassy is up to you know," she chuckled, "so, feel free to handle it however you wish. As for your question, you could dock a diplomatic ship. The Isan's have their own private dock on the lower side of the upper dome with direct access to their own place, so I don't see why we can't set up one for your representatives as well.

"If we run out of room on this station," she added with a grin, "we'll just add another Constantine class station to the complex."

She tapped the controls of the PADD a few times before passing it over again.

"This form is all you have to feel out for the engineers to know where to set up the wall partitions for your new embassy," she said.

OOC: I'll go ahead and add you to the embassy list in the OP, Bal. 'k?

OOC: For Trinity and Bal

IC: A passing Aquamarinian who was one of the engineers that actually assembled the station stopped by, having over heard the discussion.

"Actually, Madam, Sir, we forsaw such concepts, and included private docks in each Embassy section. After the paper work goes through the system, we will remove the seal on the private dock. Each Embassy has private control over their docks, but as I'm sure you've noticed as XO, the private docks are monitered on the bridge. If neccessary, the Bridge, and Mr. O'aka can override the private controls." The Aquamarinian said. He nodded, and continued Crawling on his way.

the empeor would go for it
im overstepping my authrity as an inqistor sligtly but the inqistion is willing to deploy a small contingant of troops here
shadow said in a harsh voice the marines where did they go talk qiucly otherwise the brutliziation those rouge marine gave you will be nothing

"Then just stop being scared. It sounds simple, but it really isn't, and yet it is. Take the second step. You've already taken the first. Why don't you just come on out of that air duct." O'aka said.

This was the most nerve raking step... The slime started to poke his way down through the vent and into the office part way down it recoiled and found itself back in the vent... It tried again got a bit further and then recoiled once again.''

"This is stupid" it said and jumped into the deep end it landed right on O'aka's desk right in front of him.

Anthony brushed the PADD with his mind and implanted the required information.

"The form is already filled out. I will have my ship approach once the private dock is finished and then we can begin to move in. Until the basic construction is done, I will use my ship as the Embassy."

"I will have the ship dock at the public docks and we will pay the rental for the spot while the ship is taking up valuable dock space that could be used by other ships."

After glancing at the PADD, she saw not only was the forms filled out without ever leaving her hands but the floorplans submitted was for a four floor suite of rooms that included a spa, ballroom, complete kitchen area, storage, security and staff quarters, and right in the middle was a set of rooms reserved for the Emperor if he ever visited. The decor of the rooms were not indicated, only the positions of the walls and the power and data feeds.



OOC:

You certainly can add me to the Embassy list.

This was the most nerve raking step... The slime started to poke his way down through the vent and into the office part way down it recoiled and found itself back in the vent... It tried again got a bit further and then recoiled once again.''

"This is stupid" it said and jumped into the deep end it landed right on O'aka's desk right in front of him.

"Now, that isn't so hard. Your certainly quite intresting. Your the sixth Slime I've seen, and the first that is see-through. But even still, Being see-throughable isn't a bad thing. Now,how do you feel?" he asked.

Hours had past with the docking of the Ebon Hawk with the CSP and all that goes with it

after the group starts to drink ,Mira turns to Wolf
"can i speak to you over there"ask Mira as she points to the other side of the room
"yes"said Wolf as he gets and waits for her to get up
Mira gets up and leads Wolf to the other side

"ok what is it"ask Wolf
"well i guess the Twin's would have told you all about me an them"said Mira

"yes that you are only a cousin by marriage and yes they all so told me what you and them got up too"said Wolf

"then with that out of the way i will get to my point,i like to be one of your priestess"said Mira

"now why would i need three priestess when i'm happy with two"said Wolf

Mira was about to speak when Wolf place a finger on her lips

"i'll think on it,i know the Twins are going to be on my back to make you one,an Snow ask me to say yes to what ever you where going to ask me,which must be this,now lets go back to them"said Wolf

he and Mira walk back over to them
"so what's dinner"ask Wolf as he sits down
"steak an all the thing's we like so we best go buy it"said Sky as she get's up then kiss Wolf on the lips

"no need to ask if you still be here"said Snow as she get then all so kiss Wolf on the lips
"no"said Wolf then picks up he glass to take a mouth full

"came on Mira you can help us"said Sky as she and Snow head off

"ok"said Mira as she falls in behind them

OOC: Lol, and unless you know my main canon, you don't know what the Orks are going to be facing. *Evil snicker*

IC: "Perhaps for our first encounter with these 'Orks'," suggested Abel, "it could be done as a joint operation. You having the expertise you have with them and all. Think it over and submit it to your superiors if need be."

OOC: I've heard things about the show Trinity Blood, and it looks like you've got some Star Trek tech to give your guys an edge. Still...hordes of Greenskins....

Wonder how you got the Methuselah and the Catholics to stop shooting though, I did hear they had a fragile peace at best in the show.

On that note, wanna set up an Ork-hunt RP?

IC:

Demaggio thought about it, and said, "The Ordo Xenos might be willing to assist in a research effort--that is our job, after all, we deal with aliens. I will inform my superiors of the proposal."

"It can't be any more complex or complicated than what we are already using," chuckled Abel.


Demaggio's only comment on that was a wry, "Well, it does contradict itself at times. However, that does not diminish its value as a military document, for it has years of wisdom nonetheless. The key is to remember which piece of wisdom to use for what situation, and adapt accordingly. Otherwise, it's been good for the Guard over the years."

"Most certainly a 'win-win' situation," agreed Nightroad*, "we both got things we wanted out of this.

"Now," he continued, "was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

OOC: *Meh, felt like changing things up a bit, so I used his last name instead of his first this time.


Valdes then said, "Oh yes. Where can we have a permanent embassy, Your Highness?"

"Now, that isn't so hard. Your certainly quite intresting. Your the sixth Slime I've seen, and the first that is see-through. But even still, Being see-throughable isn't a bad thing. Now,how do you feel?" he asked.

The slime was feeling uneasy evidenced by it's current restless nature.. "I'm the only see-through slime I know. I feel ... I dunno how I feel but I do feel much less anxious about being seen."

The slime was feeling uneasy evidenced by it's current restless nature.. "I'm the only see-through slime I know. I feel ... I dunno how I feel but I do feel much less anxious about being seen."

"Well, I know of a few slime firendly substances that could permanently color you." O'aka said.

Wolf still seated at the bar lays his hand open on it, he then pulls out the Sword Bayonet and starts to stud it fast in between his finger's

"already tried" it said... "doesn't work, perhaps a covering?" it suggested hoping to have some sort of cloth covering would be laid over it.

"already tried" it said... "doesn't work, perhaps a covering?" it suggested hoping to have some sort of cloth covering would be laid over it.

O'aka thought about it. Then he turned to the screenwalls.

They displayed all sorts of colors and patterns.

"Do you see anything that you really like?" O'aka asked.

OOC: For Trinity and Bal

IC: A passing Aquamarinian who was one of the engineers that actually assembled the station stopped by, having over heard the discussion.

"Actually, Madam, Sir, we forsaw such concepts, and included private docks in each Embassy section. After the paper work goes through the system, we will remove the seal on the private dock. Each Embassy has private control over their docks, but as I'm sure you've noticed as XO, the private docks are monitered on the bridge. If neccessary, the Bridge, and Mr. O'aka can override the private controls." The Aquamarinian said. He nodded, and continued Crawling on his way.

"Looks like I've gotten a little behind in getting myself familiar with the schematics of this place then," she chuckled.

the empeor would go for it
im overstepping my authrity as an inqistor sligtly but the inqistion is willing to deploy a small contingant of troops here
shadow said in a harsh voice the marines where did they go talk qiucly otherwise the brutliziation those rouge marine gave you will be nothing

"I never saw the co-ordinates, you nit," growled the prisoner, "I was more concerned with getting out alive. Ask your cybernetic friend if he was able to download the nav computer before the core overloaded."

Anthony brushed the PADD with his mind and implanted the required information.

"The form is already filled out. I will have my ship approach once the private dock is finished and then we can begin to move in. Until the basic construction is done, I will use my ship as the Embassy."

"I will have the ship dock at the public docks and we will pay the rental for the spot while the ship is taking up valuable dock space that could be used by other ships."

After glancing at the PADD, she saw not only was the forms filled out without ever leaving her hands but the floorplans submitted was for a four floor suite of rooms that included a spa, ballroom, complete kitchen area, storage, security and staff quarters, and right in the middle was a set of rooms reserved for the Emperor if he ever visited. The decor of the rooms were not indicated, only the positions of the walls and the power and data feeds.

The station's TB XO nodded in acknowledgement and transmitted the forms to the required station management personal so they would be taken care of.

"Now that's take care of," she said, "perhaps we should learn of each other's nations a bit more. Or do your people prefer a sense of privacy on first meetings such as this?"

OOC:

You certainly can add me to the Embassy list.

OOC: Done. Oh, and I edited the list so it was in alphabetical order.

OOC: I've heard things about the show Trinity Blood, and it looks like you've got some Star Trek tech to give your guys an edge. Still...hordes of Greenskins....

Wonder how you got the Methuselah and the Catholics to stop shooting though, I did hear they had a fragile peace at best in the show.

On that note, wanna set up an Ork-hunt RP?

OOC: Lol, had to add a little ST canon to make my homeworld's history a little more bloody. Bloody and violent enought that when the Empress, Albion (not sure if I spelled that right as my brain isn't fully awake right now), and the Vatican joined forces in the Unification for peace and drove the RCO's main forces from the homeworld's surface, the people supported it whole-heartedly. Though, the RCO is still around and alive enough to be the bad guys for the upcoming TB Civil War I'm planning.

^Might even, one day, start an RP that goes back that far in my nation's history to provide documented history of the events. Hell, might even make it so that modern day characters from my nation and those I'm on friendly terms somehow end up back their in the past as part of predestination in order to restore the proper TB timeline.

The ST stuff I added was to take my TB based nation to the FT level. What I would use the Orks for is for genetic samples. Lol, just imagine what I could do if I made an army of Augments that were Hulk-like due to Ork DNA.

As for an Ork hunt thread, sounds fun.

IC:

Demaggio thought about it, and said, "The Ordo Xenos might be willing to assist in a research effort--that is our job, after all, we deal with aliens. I will inform my superiors of the proposal."

Abel nodded.

"Consider this as well," he said, "perhaps, like you would be doing with our shuttle and sharing any advancements gained from that study, we could do the same with you and provide you with any enhancements we create for our Augments from our study of the genetic material of these Orks."

Demaggio's only comment on that was a wry, "Well, it does contradict itself at times. However, that does not diminish its value as a military document, for it has years of wisdom nonetheless. The key is to remember which piece of wisdom to use for what situation, and adapt accordingly. Otherwise, it's been good for the Guard over the years."

"Thanks once again for allowing us to obtain a copy," replied Abel.

Valdes then said, "Oh yes. Where can we have a permanent embassy, Your Highness?"

Abel slid a PADD across the table. It already had his signature and was one of the mass copies of ones with the 65th's signature.

"Just sign that and that will make your embassy request official," he said, "there's also a section where you can stipulate if you want to bring one of your own stations into the system to add to the CSP complex to act as your base of operations in this area or design how you wish your on-board embassy be constructed by our engineers.

"Once that's all take care of," he continued, "I'll send it to the people who need to see it so they can get started on the work. Not much paperwork intensive things in a nation such as Trinity Blood."

faluis did ya get the coords

he said will somebody please kill this twit

faluis did ya get the coords

he said will somebody please kill this twit

"Hold your horses," said the Commander, "he may have seen the security codes used by those rogue Space Marines of yours at their base during his confinement there. I wasn't looking for anything like that when I probed his mind last time, so I suggest we do another Mind Scan to see if he's got any such secrets locked in his memories."

so be it but his head belongs to the inqistion

so be it but his head belongs to the inqistion

"We shall see what the future holds," replied the Commander, "until then, lets try to keep things peaceful. If you would like a drink, there's a wonderful Ri-an run establishment on board. Though, I would be careful if you run into any of the Isans that apparently consider the bar their second home. Like you, they are, how should I put this, very prideful and territorial."

O'aka thought about it. Then he turned to the screenwalls.

They displayed all sorts of colors and patterns.

"Do you see anything that you really like?" O'aka asked.

The slime also went over to the screen wall and did the slime version of pacing up and down along the screen wall a small knob thing arose from the main body of the smile and sort of looked like it was looking at the various... It spotted one it liked... It was a simple pattern just plain black.

It got exicted and managed to competely jump of the ground which is a rare thing for a slime to be able to do.

The slime also went over to the screen wall and did the slime version of pacing up and down along the screen wall a small knob thing arose from the main body of the smile and sort of looked like it was looking at the various... It spotted one it liked... It was a simple pattern just plain black.

It got exicted and managed to competely jump of the ground which is a rare thing for a slime to be able to do.

O'aka smiled. Five feet of the Cloth appeared. He covered the slime with it.

It burbled with delght, didn't really say anything but it would somewhat equivalent to "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAA"

"Door?" it asked , normally it would just try and squeeze through the door but it did not want to get it's new cloak stuck.

an inqistor does not drink on duty

It burbled with delght, didn't really say anything but it would somewhat equivalent to "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAA"

"Door?" it asked , normally it would just try and squeeze through the door but it did not want to get it's new cloak stuck.

O'aka smiled, and put a little device on the slime that would allow the automatic doors to recognise it and open. Then the slime found itself Teleported outside of O'aka's office, since it had no doors.

He put out a stationwide bulletin about the slime, so that no one would interfere with it.

after a hour Wolf look's at the bar
"oh"he said at the damage to the bar
"easy fix" Wolf said as he waves a hand

mins after Wolf fix the bar the lady's walk in carrying bags of food

Sky goes over to him
"dinner wont be long"she said then kiss him on the cheek ,then heads to the room

"mm can't wait"said Wolf to her back

"Go ahead; we need to advertise out presence here although certain aspects revealed to you should remain private. If all our talents were to be known, we would be unable to assist you using them.”

Anthony gave her a nod, knowing she understood what he meant.

after eating very nice cooked meal by the Twin's Wolf was just sitting in the chair when the Room starts to freeze over

"dam"said Wolf as he gets up an summons his Sword

"ladys go to the bar and stay there"said Wolf as he pulls out the Sword
"ok"said all three
as the three ladys and the two Tigers go down the Hall way it starts to freeze over like there room

hour later they sat down at the bar

"that may take some time so lets order around of Ginger beers and then go shopping"said Sky