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The people of Nait had no Neil Armstrong, no Yuri Gagarin, no John Glenn, not even a Werner Von Braun (admittedly they were arguably better off without that last one). This was partly because Nait has no moon to have inspired a space race and constant dreams of travel to a romantic final frontier.
Instead, there were many dull, uninteresting governments, and one very interesting group of companies, a consortium, the Infocalypse Consortium.

Nait revolved around it's axis, Rotated slowly about it's local star (actually, it did this quite quickly, but to its residents, it seemed pretty slow), and the people of Nait bred, enough so that eventually there were much to many of them for the planet's biomass to support with a modicum of comfort. Thus, the Infocalypse Consortium was born, as was its mission, 'From our Investors to the Stars', for it was only recently discovered that those bright dot's out there sometimes had planets around them, and some of those planets could even support Naitian life.

Sure there was Consortium Employee G90Q12, first to orbit Nait, or Consortium Employee H01H45 who spent decades in cold sleep to send the first message from an alien world, but they were just numbers to the Naitians, not heroes, just people, just employees of the consortium.

The Consortium relocated a huge portion of the population of Nait to nearby (relatively) Aurora, relieving the population pressure. But the Board of Directors knew this was only a short term solution and set to work on a more permanent fix.
So it was, 235.456 years to the hour after Aurora was first colonized. That Consortium Employee J67D04 went insane, and three hours later discovered how to bend space.
Ten years later Consortium Employee J67D04's discovery was used to break the light barrier. After that the Naitians expanded quickly planet after planet was colonized. Like a bubble being filled quickly with air by the breath of the Consortium.
It was only a matter of time before the expanding bubble of Nait controlled space was blown by the Infocalypse Consortium into another expanding bubble.

Bump, looking for someone too be first contact with my (already starfaring) peoples (friendly please?)

-OOC-

Define friendly.

I'd be happy to be your first peaceful contact, but Mekantans are rather hostile, malicious, and according to some, scary. But at least they don't (usually) shoot first, and can be strong allies to new nations provided their initial hostility and complete disregard for human morality don't scare the newcommers away.


-IC-
-Darkship Ethtye'Enateth

The Hegemony had long been a large power in the universe. A silent, isolationist power much of the time, but those who maintained contact knew the power Neo-Mekanta was capable of bringing to bear. It was often through the mighty Darkships, the Claws of the Hegemony, that such wisdom was granted to those who had not felt the Hegemony's chilling touch.

It was one such Darkship, the "New Conflict" in the Terraspeak English language, that tore into Realspace above a small barren world, an uninhabited rock recently targetted as a potential mining base. Glowing crimson patterns pulsed across the great behemoth, residual energy from it's breach into Realspace crackling between it's spines. Immediately, it reached out in every direction with it's massive assortment of sensors, probing the system for other entities.

Deep inside the monolithic warship, its commander smiled. Like most Mekantans, Zonnath math Torya could easily pass for Human, aside from the colored bands that ran down his cheeks and on other parts of his body. His cruel and violent nature, natural to the Mekantan brain and reinforced by the Hegemony's culture, was what truely identified him. Mekantans were not known for thier diplomacy, and Zonnath was no exception.

How unfortunate, then, that his ship was in a system that boardered a newly-expanding nation...


-OOC-
If you don't want to deal with the Hegemony, just tell me and I'll retcon the New Conflict's dispatch.

OOC: sounds like just our kind of people, as long as there's a profit to be made ;)
IC:
Consortium Ship 2307G56J crept over the horizon, slowly orbiting the planet, probing it for value. So single-minded was the uncrewed probe that it didn't even notice the alien vessel until its powerful scanner illuminated the probe, setting of alerts. The probe quickly swiveled about its axis focusing its own scanners on the alien ship. After just a few seconds it had determined that the vessel was indeed alien. The little probe had protocols for this,a nd after a little digging it unearthed them.

Immediately it dispatched one of its six mini-probes back to Consortium space with all of it's records to date. Then it activated its communications antenna and transmitted a dense packet of hand-shake protocols and basic language introductions, all encoded in what the Consortium believed to be close enough to universal constants and mathematic principles to be understood easily by any starfaring culture.
Then it was a waiting game, the dispatched probe should bring a Consortium fleet better capable of carrying out first-contact. Until then the probe would wait for any reply to the first-contact message.

bump

The Solari Destroyer HOEL, and the other 2 Destroyers of Exploration Task Unit 77.4.3, as well as its 6 Escort Carriers and Destroyer Escort, stumbled into the system as the Mekantans and Consortium probe were just getting acquainted. The massive entrance of the small ships would be impossible to miss, but they would do their best to simply sit back and observe for as long as possible.

"Captain Sevyer. Circa the Dominion Accords, your are hereby granted plenipotentiary authority when dealing with hostile, aggressive aliens out of their own home-systems. There are apparently no available jump points leading to this star, so you will be required to use the D-drive. Should there prove to be hostile aliens which you cannot remove from the system, the First Scintillating Fleet is on standby for any emergency."

The screen winked out. Tyrant Golheas had taken the time to speak with him - him, personally! He saluted quietly, and spoke.

"Helm, take us into operative D-drive range."

"Aye aye, sir."

The Morbid Beauty moved away from the world it orbited at thunderous speeds, inertial compensators and stabilizers working furiously to stop the inhabitants being crushed like so many bugs.

An intricate ship, thousands of green-black beams were intertwined around the ship's interior, a strange flare of metal on the top of the ship, seemingly, and operatively, purposeless. But the Starfederation ships were built to please the eye, as well as to fight. A peculiar way of building a fleet, but, although they probably could not claim the mightiest navy in the world, the most aesthetic one was well within their grasp.

A tiny, colourless ripple in space, visible only by the trembling of the Morbid Beauty. And then it was gone.

The ship materialized within the system, cascades of rainbow shielding sweeping around the ship, preparing it for any threat that might appear.

"Do we have these people on file?", the Captain asked. A vital question. If they did, their language and culture would be much easier to decipher.

"Nossir. They're not within Starfederation jurisdiction."

"Damn. Well, then. Open communications, my dear communications officer. Send them a message, eh?"

"Yessir."

Greetings, unknown aliens! As representatives of the Starfederation of Hyperspatial Travel, we wish to inform you that we come bearing no ill intentions, and wish to open diplomatic intercourse with you.

The captain sighed. "That was.. stilted."

"Sir, messages to aliens who cannot decipher our language at first require as much information on our language as possible - gramatically perfect sentences, following structure that is consistent from sentence-to-sentence, will allow them to understand us that much more quickly."

The captain nodded. And then looked up.

"What is that?"