NationStates Jolt Archive

We are now accepting bids for the provision of interstellar transport technology. Please note we are seeking the technology and not necessarily a specfic craft design. However, specific carft designs will be accepted, as long as licensing for the underlying technology is also available. Thank you.

Jan Daen, Procument Secretary, Daistallian Aero-Space Industries

OOC: Looking for something realistic and hard-SF to jumpstart my move into space. Tachyon, wormhole, or hyperspace drives would be prefered. I've been away from RP long enough and have an economy such as to be able to pay a nice sum of cash for a good system.

OOC: Err no takers - lots of cash saved up....

We will gladly trade you an old gravitophotonic burkhard heim hyperspace drive-- this is a circular field drive which allows entrance and exit from hyperspace. We are not particularly interested in cash. We ask permission to do a genetic and seed bank assay of your world in exchange for the drive.

This means we would collect genetic samples of different animals and creatures from your world, as well as seeds from most of your plant life, and take samples of bacteria and small organisms. After a brief period we would build a biome to add to one of our paraterraformed asteroid ships.

Regards,

Mimi Ohyes, Minister of Trade.

We will gladly trade you an old gravitophotonic burkhard heim hyperspace drive-- this is a circular field drive which allows entrance and exit from hyperspace. We are not particularly interested in cash. We ask permission to do a genetic and seed bank assay of your world in exchange for the drive.

This means we would collect genetic samples of different animals and creatures from your world, as well as seeds from most of your plant life, and take samples of bacteria and small organisms. After a brief period we would build a biome to add to one of our paraterraformed asteroid ships.

Regards,

Mimi Ohyes, Minister of Trade.

We thank you for your reply. We do not have objections to your trade agreement. Unfortunately we cannot speak for the other governments of this planet. However, we do have several intersting and unique species within our own borders, which should sufficiently satisfy your needs.

We will let you know when we have reviewed all other bids.

Thank you,

Jan Daen, Procument Secretary, Daistallian Aero-Space Industries

Ah, interesting, borders. We would gladly act within your borders for this agreement. Your answer is more than satisfactory. We would like to land the ship in a cleared space. The ship is designed to land upright on a flat surface. Any airport, or open landing space would be preferred. In atmosphere the ship uses a sonofusion thermal rocket for impulse power to land.

Regards,

Mimi Ohyes, Minister of Trade

At this time, as no other bids have been tendered, we are ready to preliminarily accept your trade agreement. We will negotiate the details after you have cleared pre-landing and have landed.

Prior to landing, we would like to direct you to the MEAP-3 (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/DDFSC/meap.html) orbirtal facility for DDFSC pre-landing clearance.

Thank you.

Jan Daen, Procument Secretary, Daistallian Aero-Space Industries

A 200 meter long cylinder exits hyperspace near the moon, within an hour it is near the small space docking station. The outer skin of the ship appears to be a composite ceramic. There is a large torus at the back of the cylinder. The ship has switched to sonofusion thermal rocket to slow down and control its approch to the small station.

A simple message is sent, "Permission to dock" via standard channels. There is a woman in what looks like a grey second skin that looks like a bio-space suit. She has startling purple eyes and silver hair.

About Heim Theory

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heim_theory#Propulsion_physics

"Permission granted."

OOC: Thanks for the link. It looks good.
The articles linked give a suggested estimate of the travel times that'll be just about right. :)

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OOC

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(If I don't get a reply in the next 48 RL hours, I'll consider the deal dead...)

The woman docks the space ship, she comes aboard, following her are what looks like a bipedal cross between a german shephard and a raccoon-- a moreau, and a tall muscular man in a spacesuit.

She just comes in to check to see if she can bring the spaceship down. She hands you a datapad about half an inch thick. It describes what she needs to land. Basically, very flat surface without obstructions. The raccoon dog thing is standing behind her. And the tall muscular man isn't saying anything at all.

The woman docks the space ship, she comes aboard, following her are what looks like a bipedal cross between a german shephard and a raccoon-- a moreau, and a tall muscular man in a spacesuit.

She just comes in to check to see if she can bring the spaceship down. She hands you a datapad about half an inch thick. It describes what she needs to land. Basically, very flat surface without obstructions. The raccoon dog thing is standing behind her. And the tall muscular man isn't saying anything at all.

After a quick inspection, the Human and Squidsapien crew pass the visitors on to Daistallian Aerospace Control, directing them to the Blacksands Test Range (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/facilities/blacksands.html), which should be very suitable for a landing area.

OOC: :D Good to see you back.

The ship lands at an empty area on the black sands testing area. Three humans, the moreau half raccoon/ half dog, and a large floating sphere leave the ship. They are followed by a couple of hoversleds with boxes of various equipment on them. They inform the black sands testing range that the ship is theirs to keep.

One of them opens a box and takes out a large antennae on a tripod. It is attached to a nanocrystalline solar generator. Then a communications pulse is sent into subspace. The energy emanating from it appears to be a strange mix of quantum tunneling and bell's theory of simultaneity.

The open several boxes and begin attaching things together. After a while, they have some equipment laid out in a pattern. They activate some of the equipment, a large ring forms made out of a kind of programmable matter-- a carbon based superconductor. The ring is throwing off a very powerful electromagnetic field. At the front of the field there is a heavy concentration of gravitophotons forming a containment repulsor field. The sentients are in protective suits.

They spend several minutes sending instructions via a datapad array into the ring. On the other side, earth prime is extending a shielded transport tube (a steel tube surrouned by gravitophotonic, electromagnetic, and protective shielding) to the entrance of the wormhole gate. A shielded capsule moves through the tube exiting out of the ring.

There is now what looks like a completely sealed train sitting on a flat pedestal in front of the ring. It opens and several more sentients come out carrying various scientific equipment to do the biological survey of the country. The Commonii send a simple message, if you would like you can inspect the train for any contraband.

The crew of the ship and the bio-survey team are greeted by an inspection team. After a quick health inspection, they're taken to a comfortable barracks.

Captain Hans Kien, the liason officer, briefs them on the local customs and dangers. He informs them that they're free to relax for the remainder of the day cycle and explore the local nightlife, but engaging a local guide is highly suggested. Mr. Daen will be meeting with them in the morning.

OOC: The local area is a bit isolated, but quite free wheeling. Picture Nevada Test site with a combination of Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Amsterdam, and Patpong (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patpong) just outside the front gate...

All of the crew appear to be in excellent health. The blood draw reveals some of them are carrying protective bio-nanites as possible counter agents against any local diseases, unexpected poisons, alien allergens or incompatible ingestested material. Basically a kind of immune booster for unexpected alien diseases.

The crew asks to find a nice place they can relax for a while. They would like to maybe catch some local music.

Capt. Kein smiles.

"What kind of music do you like?"

As the crew members consider the question, the captain shuffles through advers on his PCA: "lets see whos' at the good clubs tonight... there's the Kill Kills - that's jetcore punk and probably not what you're looking for, then there's the Bentos - SquidOcto jazz - maybe, the Mothers of Destruction - they're ... interesting..., The KeiKeis - Daipop - light and sticky sweet, and the Dead Lamas..."

He does a double take. "The Dead Lamas? I thought they were, well, dead."

"Let's see... the White Fog Zombie Breakdown?!? You wouldn't happend to like jetcore punk, would you?"

One of the crew pipes up, Martha Ohyes, "I think the squid octojazz sounds interesting. Sometimes a bit of alien music is just right, Mr. Kein."

The group seems relaxed. The german shephard/raccoon moreau, says, "You know the area of course." He is wearing a bandolier across his chest, there is a patch on the upper right hand corner that says "Werewolves division."

One of the crew pipes up, Martha Ohyes, "I think the squid octojazz sounds interesting. Sometimes a bit of alien music is just right, Mr. Kein."

The group seems relaxed. The german shephard/raccoon moreau, says, "You know the area of course." He is wearing a bandolier across his chest, there is a patch on the upper right hand corner that says "Werewolves division."

"Excellent choice. By the way, the squidsapiens and octosapiens are provolves, actually, not xenos." says the captain.

"Oh, and would you like to eat here on base first or in town? The foods better on base, but the atmosphere's more entertaining in town."

Seeing as the visitors can't seem to decide, the Captain suggests the Ching Tau, a popular restaurant in town with a floor show. After the spiciest meal they've ever eaten, he escorts them to Al's Bar, where the featured entertainment is the Bentos, the aforementioned SquidOcto jazz band.

In the back room, some locals are playing Daistallian Mahjong (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Daistallian_Mahjong), an extremely complicated local gambling game that combines elements of mahjong, hanafuda, and several European based card games.

Jan Daen looked at Captain Kein in disbelief. "What? They simply left after all that we went through? Well, we'll just have to re-issue the bid and hope for the best."