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Rachael tagged along with them as they reached their chambers, Rachael feared the worst both about Wolf amd the meeting with her father. She knew she had to but tried to delay as long as possible. Once they arrived at their chambers Rachael asked Revan. "Where is he?..... My father." She had now no longer had any reason to delay any further. She needed to hear and see her father but she also dreaded it, for reasons that are not totally sane but is any family?

"safe in Med bay some were ,Wolf filled him in as we pulled out"said Revan then walks over to a phone an calls some one

" Brigadier Revan here i want you to find one Carth Onasi if he ok and can move with help bring him to Wolfs and the Priestess's chambers "said Revan

"Thank you. I will have the ship moved out of the Dockmaster's way as soon as I return."

Anthony hesitated.

"Is there anything I can do for you? I get the feeling there is."



OOC:

Are you meaning the hallway access to the dock or the whole embassy is done?

OOC: The entire dang embassy is done. When they get to doing something, they really move.

IC:
"Nothing I can think of, unless there really is and I'm too senile to realise it."

"safe in Med bay some were ,Wolf filled him in as we pulled out"said Revan then walks over to a phone an calls some one

" Brigadier Revan here i want you to find one Carth Onasi if he ok and can move with help bring him to Wolfs and the Priestess's chambers "said Revan

Rachael took a deep breath the day of reckoning had finally come... She was very nervous about alot of things but mainly about wanting his approval. In that sense she was still that 8 year old wishes for that "good job." affirming her worth as a daughter.

She was about to get cold feet and not want to see him, but then she remembered Wolf, she could not just dis-honour his memory like that for she feared the worst and he had put himself at deaths door to find her father. She had to see him. There was no option.

OOC: The entire dang embassy is done. When they get to doing something, they really move.

IC:
"Nothing I can think of, unless there really is and I'm too senile to realise it."

"Well, if you remember, you know how to get ahold of me. I'll get the ship moved to open the spot for traffic right away."

"I better let you get on with your duties, that waiting room out there was filling up quite fast. I am just lucky I was able to get here first."

Anthony stood and shook Dr O'Aka's hand before leaving.

"Well, if you remember, you know how to get ahold of me. I'll get the ship moved to open the spot for traffic right away."

"I better let you get on with your duties, that waiting room out there was filling up quite fast. I am just lucky I was able to get here first."

Anthony stood and shook Dr O'Aka's hand before leaving.

Mr. O'aka called out after Anthony left,

"NEXT!"

Rachael took a deep breath the day of reckoning had finally come... She was very nervous about alot of things but mainly about wanting his approval. In that sense she was still that 8 year old wishes for that "good job." affirming her worth as a daughter.

She was about to get cold feet and not want to see him, but then she remembered Wolf, she could not just dis-honour his memory like that for she feared the worst and he had put himself at deaths door to find her father. She had to see him. There was no option.

"here have a drink Bloodmoon"said Revan who had pour drinks for all

"it may be some time looking for him as those we save are in a bad way and add the wound from the battle"said Revan



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in a far off part of space a Battlship was moving slowly

Through the black and silver cloth of the heavens crawled the bloated circle of a Kesshii hive ship. The vessel's diamondoid, corpuscular hull resperated the tail tale signature of a primitive matter/anti-matter drive. Its green surface was covered with a fine web of glowing blue lines, evidence of its electrodynamic fluid circulatory system. Within the organism's protective shell was a network of soft tunnels filled with amniotic fluids in which a little more than a hundred Kesshii slithered, burrowed, and swam.

The hive ship came to a stop two kilometers from the station, but continued to slowly rotate like a ponderous, fleshy asteroid. After 600 seconds, an orifice appeared on its surface and excreted an ovoid that sped to one of the station's open ports.

After the ovoid entered a suitable atmosphere, it dropped to the ground with a sharp crack! Rivulets of pinkish fluid trickled from it. It began to wiggle as the three scout drones within it slipped from dormancy. The trickle became a gush as one slipped out of the ovoid onto the wet metal of the station.

Its biomechanical body was pale and flat, but it began to jerk rhythmically and blood began to pump through its body. As it did so, two more scout drones emerged and did the same. Within five minutes, the creatures were active and alert.

They began to explore the area on their four legs, spreading out and moving up walls with the grace of spiders. Their heads swung back and forth, scanning the area with their single photo-optic eyepiece.

The docking area swept, the three moved on as one, exploring the station bit by bit.

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The scout drones curiously followed the non-kesshii organic that appeared to be leading them someplace. They were taken to a large room with what appeared to be a wide verity of higher organics. The group consciousness of the three decided that continuous observation of this group was prudent. Therefore, one scout drone scurried up the wall to the ceiling and activated its camouflage ability, blending in with the corrugated metal.

The other two continued their exploration of the station.

As the scout drones made their way through the station, they tried to keep unnoticed. The machinery was alien to them. Though they sensed the energy impulses within it, the energy impulses that throbbed though every inch of this magnificent structure, the station itself seemed dead and unresponsive.

The non-kesshii organics they monitored were similar in form and they scanned them lightly. Their internal sensors were not enough to deep scan DNA.

OOC you still have to ask for the ok to dock and so on

((Now I'm not even on the space station?
On the previous thread, I appeared and sent my pod out. I got no response though several people posted after me, so I landed. I've posted back and forth several times on the other thread and no one has told me that I back up and wait for permission to land.
Let's just go with what we have so far: two drones wandering around the station.))

((Now I'm not even on the space station?
On the previous thread, I appeared and sent my pod out. I got no response though several people posted after me, so I landed. I've posted back and forth several times on the other thread and no one has told me that I back up and wait for permission to land.
Let's just go with what we have so far: two drones wandering around the station.))

OOC thats the meeting thread set on the CSP and not part of this one
i'll let Ri-an work this out as he now runs this, i just do the greeting and how you would dock message

((The problem being that as this is my species' first contact with other sentient life forms, it can't communicate with anyone.))

"here have a drink Bloodmoon"said Revan who had pour drinks for all

"it may be some time looking for him as those we save are in a bad way and add the wound from the battle"said Revan


"I think we all need a drink." said Rachael

OOC: we'll forgo the docking procedures for now. Kess, you can be on the station. If you need help communicating, the Octopus creatures randomly seen throughout the station are called Aquamarinians. They have very well developed Psionic powers, and can aid in communication.

((The problem being that as this is my species' first contact with other sentient life forms, it can't communicate with anyone.))
OCC ok i see then i will let Ri-an handle this as he good at showing poeple the ropes on things

"I think we all need a drink." said Rachael
IC
"not the Twin's as they are carrying they can have ginger beer to drink"said Revan as he hand them glass of the stuff

"thank you Revan"said Sky
"yes thank you"said Snow

After being quite rudely shooed away by the large, obvious dangerous non-kesshii organism, the third scout-drone returned to its group. Though it lacked a face, its body language as it scuttled on all fours was almost sulky.

The group found a large promenade full of herds non-kesshii. There was a large amount of biomass on the station for harvesting, much of pre-processed. What they sought, however, was missing. The non-kesshii had high levels of water respiration, yet no significant bodies of water were found and the atmospheric humidity was not high enough for osmotic hydration. Edible biological matter was available, yet the necessary soil for growing was absent.

As a /life-globe/ this place was barren, yet life was abundant. As the scouts continued searching and coming up empty, the paradox played across their group consciousness. A sensation very like anxiety began to invade their /lower-minds/.

After being quite rudely shooed away by the large, obvious dangerous non-kesshii organism, the third scout-drone returned to its group. Though it lacked a face, its body language as it scuttled on all fours was almost sulky.

The group found a large promenade full of herds non-kesshii. There was a large amount of biomass on the station for harvesting, much of pre-processed. What they sought, however, was missing. The non-kesshii had high levels of water respiration, yet no significant bodies of water were found and the atmospheric humidity was not high enough for osmotic hydration. Edible biological matter was available, yet the necessary soil for growing was absent.

As a /life-globe/ this place was barren, yet life was abundant. As the scouts continued searching and coming up empty, the paradox played across their group consciousness. A sensation very like anxiety began to invade their /lower-minds/.

An Aquamarinian attached to the ceiling by the sheer strength of the suckers on its tenticles looked directly at them. There was no mistaking it knew they were there.

"I know your there, I can feel your minds. I have the power to communicate, thoughts to thoughts, you seem anxious. What are you searching for?" It communicated Psionicly.

All three kesshii froze. Their group consciousness was used to constantly being touched, manipulated, and subsumed by the overmind of the kesshii. Whether this meant more powerful kesshii /hive-members/ or the /mother-explore-ship/ was meaningless to them. At the touch of another mind pressing into their awareness, they snapped to attention. Its foreignness confused their /lower-mind/ but their rigorously engineered genetic predispositions allowed little room for questioning the experience.

The three carefully circled the octopus creature. It looked much like a /hierophant/ to them. They radiated a dog-like desire to serve and obey. Any command it gave them would be carried out to the best of their abilities.

They were currently trying to process its message. They 'understood' it wanted something of them, or perhaps it would be more honest to say they were aware of its desire for information. The concept of self-want was alien. Their lower minds perceived hunger, pain, hot, and cold, and steered them away from it, but that was it. Even their desire to explore was a built in genetic compulsion.

The group consciousness wrestled with the question then spit out a rough, semi-coherent answer. It took neither the form of word nor pictures but an echo of their connection with the overmind. It was a powerful, species large compulsion to grow and spread. To harvest biomass, to intermingle DNA with all other life forms, to expand and expand and expand. There was no reason for it, for the Kesshite life was its own reason.

After the strong impulse of growth, came the confusion of how life existed on the station. The station was dead. The Kesshii /explore-mother-ships/ were living organisms with which the kesshii living in it shared a symbiotic relationship. One could not live without the other, yet the biomass within the station thrived in what appeared to be a corpse.

All three kesshii froze. Their group consciousness was used to constantly being touched, manipulated, and subsumed by the overmind of the kesshii. Whether this meant more powerful kesshii /hive-members/ or the /mother-explore-ship/ was meaningless to them. At the touch of another mind pressing into their awareness, they snapped to attention. Its foreignness confused their /lower-mind/ but their rigorously engineered genetic predispositions allowed little room for questioning the experience.

The three carefully circled the octopus creature. It looked much like a /hierophant/ to them. They radiated a dog-like desire to serve and obey. Any command it gave them would be carried out to the best of their abilities.

They were currently trying to process its message. They 'understood' it wanted something of them, or perhaps it would be more honest to say they were aware of its desire for information. The concept of self-want was alien. Their lower minds perceived hunger, pain, hot, and cold, and steered them away from it, but that was it. Even their desire to explore was a built in genetic compulsion.

The group consciousness wrestled with the question then spit out a rough, semi-coherent answer. It took neither the form of word nor pictures but an echo of their connection with the overmind. It was a powerful, species large compulsion to grow and spread. To harvest biomass, to intermingle DNA with all other life forms, to expand and expand and expand. There was no reason for it, for the Kesshite life was its own reason.

After the strong impulse of growth, came the confusion of how life existed on the station. The station was dead. The Kesshii /explore-mother-ships/ were living organisms with which the kesshii living in it shared a symbiotic relationship. One could not live without the other, yet the biomass within the station thrived in what appeared to be a corpse.

These thoughts were passed into the Aquamarinian Hive mind. It wasn't a traditional Hive mind. there was individuality, yet there was a group presence. It was more like a computer surfing the internet than anything.

The hive thought this new situation over. Then it decided how to continue.

The Psionic equavalent of a hand was held out. In this Psionic hand was the equivalent of a gift. The ability to connect to the Aquamarinian Hive mind, and share in some of its knowledge. Namely in the communications department.

The gift was bundled with the strong compulsion to open it, and use it.

OOC:

If they decide to connect to my hive mind, it will erase the communication barrier between us, and allow me to actually ICly help you. In this exchange, I learn your language, and you learn mine, basicly. Its like learning a language you don't know in an instant, and while you may not be a master of it, you at least have a firm grasp on it.

The scout-drones wriggled slightly as the compulsion to integrate spread through their group consciousness. They desired it, for they desired whatever they were told to desire. The existence of a non-kesshii mind in the universe was something beyond their understanding; it filled them like water in a cup, sloshing around but not mixing.

Their confusion reached a slightly fevered pitch as they tired to connect with the Aquamarinian overmind. This was simply beyond their abilities. Their group consciousness sent a sudden spike of distress that flowed outward, there was suddenly another consciousness reaching, much larger than that of the scouts sweeping the station. The scout's connection with the Aquamarinian was broken, and they stopped shivering.

They hunched down for several moments, minds unreadable. The larger consciousness departed and the scout-drones reached out to the Aquamarinin once again.

It needed to come with them. Back to the /mother-explore-ship/ to be /integrated/.

((OOC: The Kesshite would be happy to 'get to know' this other hive mind and learn from it. However, they're also interested in the genetic potential of other species. If it goes with them, all four of them will be ingested by ship so their knowledge can be spread through the gestalt meta-consciousness. While not a hostile, hegemonizing swarm, they aggressively seek out genetic traits to add to their own. If this one says no, they won't force the issue but the Kesshite will keep a look out for an Aquamarinin to abduct later on.))

six new Fleets enter the space where Dragon Fire now was station
something big was going to happen in the near future

The scout-drones wriggled slightly as the compulsion to integrate spread through their group consciousness. They desired it, for they desired whatever they were told to desire. The existence of a non-kesshii mind in the universe was something beyond their understanding; it filled them like water in a cup, sloshing around but not mixing.

Their confusion reached a slightly fevered pitch as they tired to connect with the Aquamarinian overmind. This was simply beyond their abilities. Their group consciousness sent a sudden spike of distress that flowed outward, there was suddenly another consciousness reaching, much larger than that of the scouts sweeping the station. The scout's connection with the Aquamarinian was broken, and they stopped shivering.

They hunched down for several moments, minds unreadable. The larger consciousness departed and the scout-drones reached out to the Aquamarinin once again.

It needed to come with them. Back to the /mother-explore-ship/ to be /integrated/.

((OOC: The Kesshite would be happy to 'get to know' this other hive mind and learn from it. However, they're also interested in the genetic potential of other species. If it goes with them, all four of them will be ingested by ship so their knowledge can be spread through the gestalt meta-consciousness. While not a hostile, hegemonizing swarm, they aggressively seek out genetic traits to add to their own. If this one says no, they won't force the issue but the Kesshite will keep a look out for an Aquamarinin to abduct later on.))

OOC: I have the same ability, in the hive mind itself. Where more Aquamarinians present in the local area of the station, I could envelope and absorb their minds, like a bigger body of water, spilling into a smaller body of water, creating an even bigger body, than the first. But, I also don't mind "losing" an Aquamarinian either.

IC:
The Aquamarinian seemed to understand, they needed the help of their ship. It disconnected from the hive, carrying copies of the Knowledge of communication inside its mind. It levitated on its own mind power and followed them to their ship.

One scout took the lead while the others walked to the side of the Aquamarinian. They bristled with a faint electric charge and the scent of ozone wafted from their pale skin. Scout drones were not made for combat; their sole weapon was the ability to envelop their skin in a powerful electrical field for a brief period, enough to knock out a larger creature while the scout escaped.

Still, their group consciousness told them to protect this non-kesshii with all the care they'd show a kesshii larve. No one stopped them, however, or threatened their charge and they made their way without incident to the port where the ovoid sat in a cooling pool of its own fluids.

Its surface was smooth now, and it looked like a giant jade egg (http://www.nada.kth.se/~asa/bilder/jade.gif) on its side. The three drones began to emit genetically coded pheromones and its side bubbled, ripped, and then opened. The egg was filled with a red liquid that currently held its form instead of splashing onto the floor, the kesshii dived in one after the other, folding up on themselves as they surrendered to the warm amniotic fluid.

order where sent for the Isan Troops to pull out of Constantine Space Port
and to leave it up the Ri-ans to Gaurd it and the VIPs at the meeting

At the edge of the system, a wormhole opened and three ships emerged. The first was a cargo ship but the other two were obviously war vessels. The ebony finish of the vessels immediately set them as being different from the white and beige of the civilian transport. It wasn't a glossy black, the hulls seemed to absorb light leaving a shadow effect.

The two military ships remained where they emerged from the wormhole after it closed while the cargo vessel approached the station.

"This is The Longhaul requesting permission to approach and dock with the Balrogga Embassy. We are transporting equipment for the refit of the Embassy."



OOC:

@ Kesshite:

All Imperial citizens are very Psionic and they are Linked together. The warships would regester as being extremely psionic and you might even be able to contact the Shipminds of the two destroyers. The 120 meter ships will not do anything unless something happens.

#The Longhaul Power Down and Reduce speed to manuvering thrusters only once inside a thousand kilometer distance and the computers will guide you through the traffic to it#

OOC Ri-an its my Troops i pulled out not the techs in command center

"This is The Longhaul, we understand and comply. Turning navigation over to Control in 3, 2, 1. Navagation transferred. Autopilot engaged."


OOC:

This is assuming the Diplomatic Vessel docked there has already moved out of the way.

"This is The Longhaul, we understand and comply. Turning navigation over to Control in 3, 2, 1. Navagation transferred. Autopilot engaged."


OOC:

This is assumong the Diplomatic Vessel docked there has already moved out of the way.

#ok and we are moving the Diplomatic Vessel to our dock for the time been#

OOC i'm not using it right as the Ebon Hawk back at Dragon Fire

((I cut my post short the other night as I was yawning at the keyboard. I'll continue it here.))

As the Aquamarinian slid into the warm pool of liquid, the entrance to the ovoid rippled shut and renewed its solidity. The interior of the vassal was unlit and the steady beat of the pod's engines echoed in the warm interior fluid. The fluid it self was both amniotic, in that it provided necessary oxygen and nutrition to its passengers, and anesthetic, in that numbed and relaxed the occupants into a state of semi-dormancy.

The group consciousness of the scout-drones quickly ebbed as they surrendered to sleep immediately, replaced by the psychic emanations of the ovoid itself. These were far more primitive than the scouts', though being encased in the pod gave them a slightly smothering strength, and could best be characterized as a mindless maternal desire to protect and nurture.

No vibrations or external sensations entered the ovoid, yet an awareness of movement slid into the minds of its passengers as it lifted from the cold metal of the station port into the even colder vacuum of space. The ovoid followed a beacon to its /mother-explore-ship/ and swiftly flew through the void like a sparrow returning to its nest.

An overwhelming sensation of home engulfed the ovoid as it entered the /mother-explore-ship/. The restless dreams of a hundred minds whispered to one another in the fleshy, red light of the electrodynamic circulatory system. The jade pod abandoned its solidity and the four passengers were flushed from the pod into the main corridor system of the /mother-explore-ship/. The same fluid filled the muscular cannels of the ship's core. They were gently pumped deeper into the center of the nervous system where the /mother-explore-ship/s consciousness lay. There the Aquamarinian's mind and knowledge were absorbed into that of the ship, where it would slowly spread throughout the entirety of the Kesshii Gene/Memory Bank.

Half-dozen larvae darted into its flesh; the sensation was greatly muted by the numbing properties of the fluid they floated in. There they would deep scan the non-kesshii organic's body and integrate its DNA with their own.

((OOC: And from somewhere deep within the mother comes a voice, "Mmm, calamari. My favorite."))

Rachael got a drink for everyone, alcoholic ones for Mira and herself and Ginger Beers for Snow and Sky.

And she drank, thinking about her father and what he was like. His photo being pictured in various scenes as he did various things. This waiting for the meeting was the worst, all the unknowns and uncertainties.

((I cut my post short the other night as I was yawning at the keyboard. I'll continue it here.))

As the Aquamarinian slid into the warm pool of liquid, the entrance to the ovoid rippled shut and renewed its solidity. The interior of the vassal was unlit and the steady beat of the pod's engines echoed in the warm interior fluid. The fluid it self was both amniotic, in that it provided necessary oxygen and nutrition to its passengers, and anesthetic, in that numbed and relaxed the occupants into a state of semi-dormancy.

The group consciousness of the scout-drones quickly ebbed as they surrendered to sleep immediately, replaced by the psychic emanations of the ovoid itself. These were far more primitive than the scouts', though being encased in the pod gave them a slightly smothering strength, and could best be characterized as a mindless maternal desire to protect and nurture.

No vibrations or external sensations entered the ovoid, yet an awareness of movement slid into the minds of its passengers as it lifted from the cold metal of the station port into the even colder vacuum of space. The ovoid followed a beacon to its /mother-explore-ship/ and swiftly flew through the void like a sparrow returning to its nest.

An overwhelming sensation of home engulfed the ovoid as it entered the /mother-explore-ship/. The restless dreams of a hundred minds whispered to one another in the fleshy, red light of the electrodynamic circulatory system. The jade pod abandoned its solidity and the four passengers were flushed from the pod into the main corridor system of the /mother-explore-ship/. The same fluid filled the muscular cannels of the ship's core. They were gently pumped deeper into the center of the nervous system where the /mother-explore-ship/s consciousness lay. There the Aquamarinian's mind and knowledge were absorbed into that of the ship, where it would slowly spread throughout the entirety of the Kesshii Gene/Memory Bank.

Half-dozen larvae darted into its flesh; the sensation was greatly muted by the numbing properties of the fluid they floated in. There they would deep scan the non-kesshii organic's body and integrate its DNA with their own.

((OOC: And from somewhere deep within the mother comes a voice, "Mmm, calamari. My favorite."))

It had nothing particularly benificial in its DNA, besides the ability to breath underwater. By absorbing the knowledge, they gained the ability to communicate with most species they ran accross, and still be able to achieve a relitivly clear idea of what each side meant.

By absorbing the Aquamarinian, a bridge was established between the Kesshii hive mind, and The Aquamarinian Hive mind. A Psionic Embassy, more or less.

"Welcome." was the only thought transmitted accross the Psi bridge.

Rachael got a drink for everyone, alcoholic ones for Mira and herself and Ginger Beers for Snow and Sky.

And she drank, thinking about her father and what he was like. His photo being pictured in various scenes as he did various things. This waiting for the meeting was the worst, all the unknowns and uncertainties.

"thanks i got to go to work"said Mira as she takes the drink with her


Revan get off the Phone
"i got to go Riza be here in a hour with your Father and to look after to you all"said Revan then leaves the room


"theres six Fleets out there"said Sky look out a winbow

The spread of information along the organic gestalt network of Kesshii is exponential. It begins slowly then gathers momentum, sweeping through the nascent overmind then stabilizing as the collective consciousness 'tastes' its new understanding - as it savors the knowledge and the expanding horizon of its viewpoint.

The first message is empathic in nature: a spike of pleasure and joy at the gift given. A sense of gratitude mixed with the curious awkwardness of a child just learning to walk.

The second message is more concrete: Another? With it comes a rough history of the overmind. It was once part of a vast collective of overminds. They had been tasked with collecting the accumulated genetic diversity of the known universe for safekeeping. They had swarmed across hundreds of living planets in an effort to absorb every strain of life in existence. The link had abruptly been severed, however, and the species of this overmind thrown to a single, inhospitable planet. This overmind had spend the last century trying to reassert the organic consciousness of its breeds.

It wanted to know if this other hive mind was another of its kind that had gone along a different evolutionary track.

The spread of information along the organic gestalt network of Kesshii is exponential. It begins slowly then gathers momentum, sweeping through the nascent overmind then stabilizing as the collective consciousness 'tastes' its new understanding - as it savors the knowledge and the expanding horizon of its viewpoint.

The first message is empathic in nature: a spike of pleasure and joy at the gift given. A sense of gratitude mixed with the curious awkwardness of a child just learning to walk.

The second message is more concrete: Another? With it comes a rough history of the overmind. It was once part of a vast collective of overminds. They had been tasked with collecting the accumulated genetic diversity of the known universe for safekeeping. They had swarmed across hundreds of living planets in an effort to absorb every strain of life in existence. The link had abruptly been severed, however, and the species of this overmind thrown to a single, inhospitable planet. This overmind had spend the last century trying to reassert the organic consciousness of its breeds.

It wanted to know if this other hive mind was another of its kind that had gone along a different evolutionary track.

"We feel your question , and understand its nature. We evolved our own hive mind, over several million years of evolution. Your history is the first of its kind we have ever heard of."

As it spoke, it seemed to send along a small bit of prodding help, to help achieve a regular dialect, instead of an imagery based one.

"Is this better?" the overmind asked. The voice was a mix sounds and the words were rough, as though coming from the throat of a beast. Abstract communication was difficult, even as an overmind, the Kesshii was a being of emotion and instinct.

"I do not understand... how you could not have encountered others," it said, "Our numbers were legion, and our Creators... we were blessed with a purity of essence so nothing would distract us from our task."

"Is this better?" the overmind asked. The voice was a mix sounds and the words were rough, as though coming from the throat of a beast. Abstract communication was difficult, even as an overmind, the Kesshii was a being of emotion and instinct.

"I do not understand... how you could not have encountered others," it said, "Our numbers were legion, and our Creators... we were blessed with a purity of essence so nothing would distract us from our task."

"Creation is an awfully big place. There is more than one Reality. We have not yet been everywhere. Maybe we will encounter them elsewhere in our journeys.

And, yes, it is better."

"How can there be more than one reality?" the overmind mused. It faded for a moment, withdrawing into itself and contemplating the idea that it was the sum of the kesshii. That is was merely a seed of its former self thrown onto new ground.

"We need time to contemplate this. We must understand our place in this... realm. We thank you for your guidance to a new form of... communication."

Actually a better idea is to have the Diplomatic Vessel meet with the destroyers and transfer the Embassy staff before it docks in the public dock. The staff will go through customs without a war ship docking with the station. No changes needs to be made as long as this is OK OOCly.

Actually a better idea is to have the Diplomatic Vessel meet with the destroyers and transfer the Embassy staff before it docks in the public dock. The staff will go through customs without a war ship docking with the station. No changes needs to be made as long as this is OK OOCly.

OOC ok with me

As the Diplomatic Vessel docked, a passenger manifest was forwarded to the customs office to help expidite the transfer of the embassy staff and guards. Along with the passenger info was their passport information as well as any others required by the station.

They disembarked in single file, answering the questions customs asked. Afterwards, they went to the embassy.

A small probe exists the confines of relativistic space in a story of ultraviolet light some few million kilometers from the area.


TO: Constantine Administration
FROM: Ambrosia Diplomatic Corps
SUBJECT: Trade; Misc.

Greetings,

We are inquiring as to the possibilities of opening up a trade hub within your prestigious station. Please respond at your leisure.

-J.D. Edwate Fins

A small probe exists the confines of relativistic space in a story of ultraviolet light some few million kilometers from the area.

message was picked up an one was sent back


#when your ship gets here you are to Power Down All Weapons and Reduce speed to manuvering thrusters only once inside a thousand kilometer distance and the computers will guide you through the traffic to the dock best suited at the time for your vessel.#

"How can there be more than one reality?" the overmind mused. It faded for a moment, withdrawing into itself and contemplating the idea that it was the sum of the kesshii. That is was merely a seed of its former self thrown onto new ground.

"We need time to contemplate this. We must understand our place in this... realm. We thank you for your guidance to a new form of... communication."

"The concept of more than one reality is contemplated, and has no straight answer. Becareful out there, not everyone is friendly, like us."

A small probe exists the confines of relativistic space in a story of ultraviolet light some few million kilometers from the area.

=^^=All Trade inquires must be taken up with the station owner, pending the end of the Constantine Convention.=^^=

"thanks i got to go to work"said Mira as she takes the drink with her


Revan get off the Phone
"i got to go Riza be here in a hour with your Father and to look after to you all"said Revan then leaves the room


"theres six Fleets out there"said Sky look out a winbow


Rachael stared out the window with Sky... An hour it was going to be a long wait, perhaps the longest wait of her life. She took another sip and just started out of the window. Not letting anything come out of the window.

Rachael stared out the window with Sky... An hour it was going to be a long wait, perhaps the longest wait of her life. She took another sip and just started out of the window. Not letting anything come out of the window.

the door opens
"that is some mess that just happen"said Riza as she walks in
"what happen'ask Snow

" some POWs got out the troops shot then dead and Mira order some to found out how they got out"said Riza

"good"said Sky

Riza turns to the door
"help him to that chair"said Riza pointing at it

two medics help a Man to the chair then leave

"he was right you look just like her,is he right that you sound like her too"said the Man looking Rachael

Sky looks at him an see a Man looking way old then he is thanks to been made to work to death by those he was held by

the door opens
"that is some mess that just happen"said Riza as she walks in
"what happen'ask Snow

" some POWs got out the troops shot then dead and Mira order some to found out how they got out"said Riza

"good"said Sky

Riza turns to the door
"help him to that chair"said Riza pointing at it

two medics help a Man to the chair then leave

"he was right you look just like her,is he right that you sound like her too"said the Man looking Rachael

Sky looks at him an see a Man looking way old then he is thanks to been made to work to death by those he was held by

Rachael looked at the man.... even with all the hair that had grown, the pale skin and the body being wracked by malnourishment, it was him...

She slowly made her way towards him. "Father?" It was almost like a dream, her father right in front of her this was the only thing that Rachael could do to indeed assure herself that this indeed was all real.

She sat down on the floor, looking up into his eyes, trying in the vain attempt to re-write her childhood. One with a father.

Rachael looked at the man.... even with all the hair that had grown, the pale skin and the body being wracked by malnourishment, it was him...

She slowly made her way towards him. "Father?" It was almost like a dream, her father right in front of her this was the only thing that Rachael could do to indeed assure herself that this indeed was all real.

She sat down on the floor, looking up into his eyes, trying in the vain attempt to re-write her childhood. One with a father.

"he was right about that too"said Carth as he starts to cry
Sky sits down next to Rachael and hugs her


"from what your Father said and my Husband Roy found out was your Father had taken a very well paying Job to earn money for your Familys Future"said Riza stopping to pour herself a drink and Rachael Father a drink

she walks over to him and hands him the glass

"the ship he was piloting was attack by Pirates who then sold him to our Enemy to be use as slave labor at the place he was saved form"said Rize

"where is he i like to thank Him"said Carth as he looks up still with tears in his eyes and take the glass

"he order Revan and the Medic to carry you on to the last Dropship as he held on to the catwalk from the fresh troops that came from the Fleet that show up came running to take it "said Rize as goes over to Snow and hugs her

Rachael started to cry and started to hold onto her father's leg, she heard everything but there was nothing for her to say, just being with her father was enough. The tears came and kept coming while Racheal just kept clinging to her father as if she feared he would disappear again.

Rachael started to cry and started to hold onto her father's leg, she heard everything but there was nothing for her to say, just being with her father was enough. The tears came and kept coming while Racheal just kept clinging to her father as if she feared he would disappear again.

seeing this the Twins start to cry
"i wish he was here to see this"said Snow

" Roy and Revan have gone to get him"said Riza

"why he do all this"ask Carth as he puts a hand down on Rachaels head

" no one never knows why he dose what he dose, my guess that part of him thats not full of hate is stronger then the part that is"said Sky

A memorial dance was held for Deuce. Ri-an was freed from Kajeenith, but Deuce was seemingly lost forever.

Only one intact relic of his memory was found. A disco ball. Found in a corner of his broken Discotheque.

And so Members of his old Gang gathered at the Constantine, to hold a memorial dance for their old friend, Dance teacher, and partner, Deuce.

People had danced at the Disco, and danced away the night, dancing to nearly anything that had a good beat to it, so long as it was dancable.

Only one song was left unplayed, Stayin alive, by the Bee Gees.

Finally, at midnight, The floor was cleared, and his gang danced to Stayin alive. No one was ever as good a dancer as Deuce was, but they were close.

Then, Colleen, an off duty Security officer, out on a Date that was not a date with President Robert Bastidas of The Federal Union noticed, the ball was glowing under its own power, and it was glowing many strange colors.

Then, right as Stayin alive, ended, The Disco Ball Shattered into a million pieces.

The gang groaned in disapointment, now their last memorial item, was destroyed. The Music machine had been Destroyed, but then they noticed something. Stayin Alive was Playing again.

The Disco Warped and twisted, and expanded. A newer Brighter Disco Ball hung from the Ceiling.

And there he was, Classic white Sequined Pants, Red, Zipped Sequined Jacket, Black Skin, Curly Afro, gold Afro Pick, Black Sunglasses. A neckless with a spinning wheel hanging from it. On one hand was four rings bound by the word "Funky" And on the other, was Four rings bound by the word "Sucka" On his feet were his Black Leather dancing shoes. He Cracked and stretched.

"That Disco Ball was Cramped Yo. Where is he, things about to get all Funky up in here." Deuce said, upset at being the only known minor God to be imprisoned in a Disco Ball.

"DEUCE!" His gang practicly screamed.

"Kajeenith is gone, my friend. He is no more." said the former Gang leader.

"Time to see if I still got my moves. Lets dance."

The music flowed seemlessly into Night Fever.

Deuce still had it.

"Funky." he said.

Deuce had returned.

"so a old friend of my son back from the dead"said a Woman watching the going ons

seeing this the Twins start to cry
"i wish he was here to see this"said Snow

" Roy and Revan have gone to get him"said Rize

"why he do all this"ask Carth as he puts a hand down on Rachaels head

" no one never knows why he dose what he dose, my guess that part of him thats not full of hate is stronger then the part that is"said Sky

the tears have stopped, Rachael once again looked up into his eyes and stood up. Unsure if she should or if he would let her (even after the hair pat) she stammered out a question.

"Can... I.... hug... you?"

the tears have stopped, Rachael once again looked up into his eyes and stood up. Unsure if she should or if he would let her (even after the hair pat) she stammered out a question.

"Can... I.... hug... you?"

Carth looks at her "yes" he said to her

"it been a long day lets get some food in to us, then have a nice shower and some sleep"said Riza as she head to the kitchen

A smile spread across her face though it is tempered by all the pain, for the first time she is about to hug her father. She draws close to her father coming up beside the chair he is in and bends down and hugs him

A smile spread across her face though it is tempered by all the pain, for the first time she is about to hug her father. She draws close to her father coming up beside the chair he is in and bends down and hugs him

Carth hugs his daughter back inside he was feeling happy and sad at the sametime
happy to be free ,happy to see Bastila and his child, but he was all so sadden that Bastila had past away with knowing where he was ,sadden that he missed seeing Rachael growing up

Riza and Twin's walk in carrying plates of food
Sky over to the Two

"here eat this"said Sky placing the place on the small table next to the chair

"you can sleep in those two rooms both have bathroom you can have a shower or a bath and found some you clothes that you can wear to bed"said Sky as she point the rooms out

"thank you"said Carth
"your welcame"said Sky then goes over to the big table to eat

Mira walks in sits down an starts to eat
"that bad"ask Snow
Mira just rolls her eyes
"oh"said Snow

OOC feel free to ask if theres news of Wolf

Carth hugs his daughter back inside he was feeling happy and sad at the sametime
happy to be free ,happy to see Bastila and his child, but he was all so sadden that Bastila had past away with knowing where he was ,sadden that he missed seeing Rachael growing up

Riza and Twin's walk in carrying plates of food
Sky over to the Two

"here eat this"said Sky placing the place on the small table next to the chair

"you can sleep in those two rooms both have bathroom you can have a shower or a bath and found some you clothes that you can wear to bed"said Sky as she point the rooms out

"thank you"said Carth
"your welcame"said Sky then goes over to the big table to eat

Mira walks in sits down an starts to eat
"that bad"ask Snow
Mira just rolls her eyes
"oh"said Snow

OOC feel free to ask if theres news of Wolf

The hug felt very good, good but she was indeed hungry and released her father so they could go eat together. She also sat down to eat. The words spoken by Mira and Snow puzzled here... "What is there news about Wolf? IF you know anything please tell me. I owe him so much, I doubt I could ever repay it."

The hug felt very good, good but she was indeed hungry and released her father so they could go eat together. She also sat down to eat. The words spoken by Mira and Snow puzzled here... "What is there news about Wolf? IF you know anything please tell me. I owe him so much, I doubt I could ever repay it."

with a sad look in her face Mira specks

"he held on to that catwalk for two more hours before he past out through the lost of blood thats all we found out"

"which means with him in there hands they do all in there power to get out all they need to know from him ,which means when they found him i got a lot of work to do on him"said Riza as she looks at the Twins

"you best not work yourselfs up i don't need you losing those you carry"she said to them

the Twins place there hands on there bellys after what Riza said to them
"no we wont"said both

A memorial dance was held for Deuce. Ri-an was freed from Kajeenith, but Deuce was seemingly lost forever.

Only one intact relic of his memory was found. A disco ball. Found in a corner of his broken Discotheque.

And so Members of his old Gang gathered at the Constantine, to hold a memorial dance for their old friend, Dance teacher, and partner, Deuce.

People had danced at the Disco, and danced away the night, dancing to nearly anything that had a good beat to it, so long as it was dancable.

Only one song was left unplayed, Stayin alive, by the Bee Gees.

Finally, at midnight, The floor was cleared, and his gang danced to Stayin alive. No one was ever as good a dancer as Deuce was, but they were close.

Then, Colleen, an off duty Security officer, out on a Date that was not a date with President Robert Bastidas of The Federal Union noticed, the ball was glowing under its own power, and it was glowing many strange colors.

Then, right as Stayin alive, ended, The Disco Ball Shattered into a million pieces.

The gang groaned in disapointment, now their last memorial item, was destroyed. The Music machine had been Destroyed, but then they noticed something. Stayin Alive was Playing again.

The Disco Warped and twisted, and expanded. A newer Brighter Disco Ball hung from the Ceiling.

And there he was, Classic white Sequined Pants, Red, Zipped Sequined Jacket, Black Skin, Curly Afro, gold Afro Pick, Black Sunglasses. A neckless with a spinning wheel hanging from it. On one hand was four rings bound by the word "Funky" And on the other, was Four rings bound by the word "Sucka" On his feet were his Black Leather dancing shoes. He Cracked and stretched.

"That Disco Ball was Cramped Yo. Where is he, things about to get all Funky up in here." Deuce said, upset at being the only known minor God to be imprisoned in a Disco Ball.

"DEUCE!" His gang practicly screamed.

"Kajeenith is gone, my friend. He is no more." said the former Gang leader.

"Time to see if I still got my moves. Lets dance."

The music flowed seemlessly into Night Fever.

Deuce still had it.

"Funky." he said.

Deuce had returned.

"so back for the dead Deuce"ask a young Lady

"so back for the dead Deuce"ask a young Lady

"I wasn't dead in the first place, I ain't no sucka like that."

"I wasn't dead in the first place, I ain't no sucka like that."

"playing it safe i see"she said back

"playing it safe i see"she said back

"Safe? I was stuffed into that damn ball against my will. You try spending a few years in a small cramped confined space and see how well you like it. Who are you any way?"

"Safe? I was stuffed into that damn ball against my will. You try spending a few years in a small cramped confined space and see how well you like it. Who are you any way?"

the young lady places her Right hand to Left wrist
"he will never talk to you, you ilhar vith'rellen" she said then looks at Deuce

"have you forgotten me, well the last time you meet me and him was on the Orion Trading Station" she said

the young lady places her Right hand to Left wrist
"he will never talk to you, you ilhar vith'rellen" she said then looks at Deuce

"have you forgotten me, well the last time you meet me and him was on the Orion Trading Station" she said

"You best just remind me."

"You best just remind me."

"Rinoa"said Rinoa

"Rinoa"said Rinoa

"I don't remember meeting much of anyone, but that's alright. Nice to see everyone made it off alive."

He stood.

"Now, I'm going to go see my mother. Gods help the man or woman that tries to stop me." he said.

He turned in place, and did the moonwalk, disappearing as he did so.

The Disco warped and twisted back to normal.

"I don't remember meeting much of anyone, but that's alright. Nice to see everyone made it off alive."

He stood.

"Now, I'm going to go see my mother. Gods help the man or woman that tries to stop me." he said.

He turned in place, and did the moonwalk, disappearing as he did so.

The Disco warped and twisted back to normal.

Rinoa watchs him go with a sad face

Rinoa watchs him go with a sad face

"Poor Boy must've gone blind. I was right here." said Lady Ri-an next to Rinoa. She WAS NOT there a moment ago.

Deuce reappeared.

"Man, that's some jive turkey trick you be pulling on me mother." Deuce said.

They both laughed.

"Poor Boy must've gone blind. I was right here." said Lady Ri-an next to Rinoa. She WAS NOT there a moment ago.

Deuce reappeared.

"Man, that's some jive turkey trick you be pulling on me mother." Deuce said.

They both laughed.

"why dont they stop"ask Rinoa to herself then turns to Lady Ri-an
"sorry i must go sit down they are putting him through hell to make him talk and i can fell it all"said Rinoa then goes and sits down

"why dont they stop"ask Rinoa to herself then turns to Lady Ri-an
"sorry i must go sit down they are putting him through hell to make him talk and i can fell it all"said Rinoa then goes and sits down

"Ehh, wolf will get out of it, he always does somehow." Deuce said.

"I would help, but I cannot. I have not yet been asked."

"Ehh, wolf will get out of it, he always does somehow." Deuce said.

"I would help, but I cannot. I have not yet been asked."

"there are tow other who will save him this time"said Rinoa to Deuce then she turns to Lady Ri-an
"no help by us can be given to him as he has Exiled himself to all and he has cut himself to all but a small amount of power"she said

the second Battle of Alcatraz was drawing closer to it Bloodly end

"keep fighting you dogs we will take this dam moon and show them who we are" yelled someone to the troops as they push inward


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at Dragon Fire Riza had left the others to get a update on the Battle

"here you go ma-am"said a Tech as he hand a notepad to her

"mm wound is not that high as i was thinking it would be ,but still no sign of the General "said Riza to herself

OOC @ ALL:

Let this thread die. Its big, its old. the concept has been reborn. Still the same old Constantine, brand new thread:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12323833#post12323833

OOC @ ALL:

Let this thread die. Its big, its old. the concept has been reborn. Still the same old Constantine, brand new thread:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12323833#post12323833

what of the thing me and TGM doing

what of the thing me and TGM doing

What part of the concept of take it to the new thread didn't you get out of my last post?

This thread is big, old, and its OP has been DEAT for a while now. None of have any real control to change it if need be, The Convention is overwith, so a rebirth was in order.

Isa, I've already taken it to the new thread

Isa, I've already taken it to the new thread

dam timing

There comes a time when you just have to start a new thread. Newcomers were relitivly scared to come, old posters dropped away. A new thread, new birth, Its a second life, a second chance. Its not like a war thread or a school thread, where it can trundle on for nearly 10,000 pages on its own power. those have certain commited players.

In a thread like this, people can freely enter an leave.