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Whispers in the dark (semi-open attn Chronosia & Coreworlds)

Orthodox Gnosticism
01-03-2007, 19:57
ooc:This is FT. Basic rules this is semi-open. If you wish to join please TG Chronosia or myself to join. Please do not jump in and start shooting with little or no reason. Also no more than 3 ships. Thank you.

IC:
Captain Skinner’s Mark VIII Viper begins to spin out of control. As the viper spins in circles, it is very clear that the left stabilizer has been blown off and the left engine is on fire.

Mayday Mayday, is the only signal coming from the stricken fighter.

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48 hours earlier.
Colonial Testing Area 052
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A quick flash of light appears in the backdrop of space, as a mammoth Battlestar appears. The battlestar Ares, named after the god of war, was the newest of the Battlestar line. This ship, was nearly twice the size of the mercury class battlestars. If her size was impressive, her armament and technology was outright awe inspiring. Her function was top secret, but what everyone knew was this Battlestar, the newest class in the fleet, had a blend of alien technologies, modified and engineered to do multiple purposes.

It has been 5 years since the treaty of the armistice station, and this ship was it’ s prize, it’s dream.

Admiral Cain, was given the honor of the first command of the Battlestar Ares. This promotion, was due to her diligent and honorable service to the colonial fleet. She was the youngest Admiral in the fleet, at the age of 40, she commanded respect, and above all else absolute loyalty. She was battle hardened by the second cylon war.

Admiral Cain, “Are we at the coordinates”

Commander Fisk replies, “Yes sir, we are in-between the Pegasus and Orion Galaxies in deep within the void. Our tests should go unnoticed.

Admiral Cain responds, “Good Jack, prepare the tests of the new systems.” The first test was going to be of the Coredian shield system armor, and holographic emitters. In an instant a powerful shield formed around the hull of the ship.

Commander Fisk, “Sir shields are at 100% and there is no unusual readings. It would seem the shield system is working.”

Admiral Cain, “Great news Jack, try out the new holo emitters.”

The holo-emitters were a stroke of genius as far as the colonies were concerned. The holo-decks on board the Coredian ships were awe inspiring, so in the standard colonial fashion, why make a room when you can make aship. The interior of the ship as well as the outside was full of the new holo emmiters. This would give an advantage if boarded, as the colonies could create holographic solder with the “safeties” turned off, thus minimizing actual marine losses. The exterior was fashioned in a similar way as to disguise itself as another ship, even the transponder was adaptable to appear as a foreign ship. This system had two obvious draw backs. One the ship could not mimic a smaller ship, and second they had to have accurate scans of a foreign ship to make the disguise more effective.

Holo-emitters online, “Commander Fisk reported. Simulated solder are appearing on all decks, and we appear to be a Coredian Battlestar. Transponders concur.

Admiral Cain replies, that is great news. These aliens know how to build their stuff, turn it off.

Commander Fisk replies, “Yes sir.”

The Coredian Battlestar fades away and reveals the mammoth Colonial battlestar. Transponders are back to normal. Phase one has ended with success.

Admiral Cain smiles, “The cylons will never know what hit them. “

Commander Fisk replied, “Yes sir, we will be able to payback those toasters for all the misery they put us through.

Lt. Jordan, “Sir unknown draidus contacts entering the systems.

Admiral Cain, “Are you frakking with me, there is no way someone could be here.”

Lt. Jordan, “No sir, we are trying to match the transponders of the unknown vessel to our own database as well as the Coredian database.

Admiral Cain thought to herself, "The chances that they are peaceful are rare at best in this galaxy."

"Action stations now." She orders to the CIC

Commander Fisk picks up the hand set, “Action stations, Action stations, set condition one throughout the ship this is not a drill.”

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Meanwhile in the officers lounge:
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Captain Thrace looks at her hand. “Full colors, she thinks to herself as she takes a shot of Caprican Tequila. These frackers have no clue how I am going to burn them.”

Lt. Skinner replies, “Are you going to play captain, or make love to your cards.”

Capt. Thrace responds, “Shut up skinner, I was thinking about the look on your face, when you have to tell your wife that you finally lost your virginity in a game of poker.”

Lt. Helena smiled, “Play don’t pray Captain.”

Capt. Thrace responds, “Fine all in.”

over the loud speakers: Action stations, Action stations set condition one throughout the ship this is not a drill.

Capt. Thrace, “This had better be an emergency, otherwise I will frak someone up.”

They all finish their drinks and get up from the table and rush to their vipers.
Chronosia
01-03-2007, 20:35
The vessel was alone, sleek, almost predatory, prowling the void like a wolf. It was, as was proudly rendered somewhere upon its ancient hull, a Chronosian Grand Cruiser, designated as the Exploratory Vessel Warpspeaker.

Within the immense control room, the bridge dominated by the Captains command throne, the servitors were hard-wired into the ships systems, twisting and twitching at every signal which cut through the void. The Captain seemed immovable, set into his Throne as though in parody of that ancient Corpse-Lord of Terra, the God-Emperor of Mankind.

"Reading, hallowed lord....Foreign vessel not familiar to Coredian Idents, yet vaguely of Coredian design. Your will?" A vox-amplified voice slid forth coldly from one of the Servitors, the will of the ship more than any true biological intelligence.

"Inquisitor" The Captains artificial voice bubbled forth from all corners of the bridge as the dark figure turned from one of the immense windows that gazed out upon the void.

"Yes, Captain?" He was an older man, his fine black hair streaked with grey. He had green eyes, pale like a cold, dead sea. Pale flesh was clothed in fine black silks, over a black bodyglove, armored of course. At his side was buckled a power sword and a bolter, gilded. The dark symbol of his Inquisitorial office was pinned at his throat.

"Advise?"

"Open communications."

"Communications initiated Lord Inquisitor."

In the name of the Gods of Chaos and the divine Master of Mankind, Remiel De Drakan, with the authority of His Imperial Inquisition, I ask for thy name and thy origin. We are of the Chronosian Imperium, upon an exploratory mission, and would know more of you.

In the spirit of cooperation and sentience, repond.

He chuckled lightly. "And now we wait and see if they are Coredian."
Orthodox Gnosticism
01-03-2007, 20:57
OOC: great detail in your characters dress and looks. I am impressed.

On board the Ares, in CIC.

"Admiral", Lt. Jordan replied, "We are recieving communication from the unknown vessel. Sir they claim to be from Chronosia." "Our computer has matched their transponder, sir they are defintely Chronosian. They are asking for information about us in the spirit of cooperation and sentience."

Admiral Cain, "What do we have on their civilization?"

Lt. Jordan replies, "Not much sir, all the Coredians told us is they are allied with a group called the Galactic Empire, and we should stay away."

Admiral Cain, "Will it is a bit late for that now. Fire up the FTL, I want to be prepared for everything. Are they taking a hostile approach?"

She thought to herself, "Spirt of cooperation and sentience, these are not the words of a hostile force, what the frak was going on here. It could be a deversion to make us lower our guard, I will not fall for it."

Lt. Jordan replies, "Negitive sir, they do not appear to be powering defenses. From what the Coredian records are telling us, this is out of their nature."

Commander Fisk, "Sir the Coredians do say that they are dangerous, I recommend we stay at condition one."

Admiral Cain, "Do we know what their defensive systems are?"

Major Markus, "We are begining scan their ship now sir."

Admiral Cain, "Put me through to them audio signal only, and tell the Vipers and Raptors do not engage until ordered to or fired upon"

Transmission:

This is the Battlestar Ares of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal to the Chronosian vessel. What is your purpose in this area of space. Do not approach our vessel or power up any weapon or defensive systems or we will fire.
Chronosia
02-03-2007, 01:47
At present we are surveying new areas of space and new worlds to be sown with the Word of Chaos. The gods hunger for new devotees, and we are their most devoted servants. Blessed are we who follow the path of the true Gods. The Inquisitor smirked, still able to churn out an inspirational turn of phrase.

At present we are possessed of a minor military defense contingent and a significant religious and exploratory faculty. We coudl almost be quite harmless if we put our minds to it Laughter echoed residually across the vox link.

The ship had idled to a stop, painted jet-black, etched with countless runes and sigils of devotion to the Ruinous Powers, each gleaming and crackling with the taint of the Warp. Banners of hide, or skin, hung from the vessel, blowing in crackling ethereal winds, marred with yet more gleaming symbols. Totems and talismans seemed to adorn the hull, as did the notable protrusions of lance batteries.

Now you will tell me...Of the Twelves Colonies....And in time, you shall learn of the might and the glory of Chronosia
CoreWorlds
02-03-2007, 03:07
OOC: Yo. When do you guys want me to jump in?
Orthodox Gnosticism
02-03-2007, 03:17
Five squadrons of Vipers fly towards the Chronsian vessel. In a wall formation, four stacks high, flying around the vessel at every angle, almost engulfing the vessel in a complete sphere.

Capt. Thrace: "Ares this is Starbuck, I do not know who these guys are, but they need a decorator badly. The ship is black with strange runes around it." We are detecting the ship is equipt with energy cannons of some kind, but the exact type is unknown. Ares we request instructions."

Transmission from the Ares to the viper squadrons:

Do not engage until fired upon or ordered to do so. Weapons free is only authorized on hostile action or intention

Admiral Cain stares at the draidus screen. What the frak are they doing over there, she asks.

Sir, Lt. Jordan replied, we are recieving a transmission from the vessel/

Admiral Cain, "Put it on speakers."

At present we are surveying new areas of space and new worlds to be sown with the Word of Chaos. The gods hunger for new devotees, and we are their most devoted servants. Blessed are we who follow the path of the true Gods. At present we are possessed of a minor military defense contingent and a significant religious and exploratory faculty. We coudl almost be quite harmless if we put our minds to it. Now you will tell me...Of the Twelves Colonies....And in time, you shall learn of the might and the glory of Chronosia.

Admiral Cain, "We have four different translators on board, from four distinct different races, and this is the best translation you can come up with?"

Lt. Jordan replies, "I have cycled it through, this is in fact what the Chronosian vessel stated. Perhaps part of their signal broke, or perhaps their language uses different dialect then what we currently have."

Commander Fisk responds, "These guys seem to worship chaos, but what is their meaning by we will learn the might of the Chronosian. Is this a threat, or is it an invitation to diplomacy?"

Admiral Cain was weighing the options. Yes these guys sounded hostile, yet they also sounded insane. At the same time, the translators could be acting up, and they could be a colony vessel. The situation was unclear from the message."

Admiral Cain decided to find out, "Patch me through to the Chronosian Vessel."

Chronosian Vessel this is the Battlestar Ares of the Colonial Fleet. The translation of your language seems to have failed partially, and part of your signal broke up.
Are your intentions hostile towards the Twelve Colonies.
What are these gods that you speak of?
Are you requesting a diplomatic meeting?
Your message was vague.
Please respond
Orthodox Gnosticism
02-03-2007, 17:44
shameless self promoting bump.
Chronosia
02-03-2007, 18:51
Forgive me, admiral. My people are a proud and martial race, long committed to matters of war. Too often we forget that one must not always speak with the tone of battle.

I would reiterate to you. He is intentionally speaking in Low Gothic, most similar to Earth's english,

In the name of the divine Emperor, Our Lord Remiel De Drakan, I request a full diplomatic meeting and a sharing of knowledge between our cultures. There is doubtlessly much we could learn from each other, before the eyes of the Gods, our divine lords who we can educate you of in a much more formal interaction/

I would hate to be forced to explain our theology over the vox, it would dilute the purity of the message

He smiles lightly, tracing the pink worm of his tongue over the smooth whiteness of his teeth. He reaches to one side, pulling a long black coat about himself, adjusting the collar as he turns to move across the bridge. A hiss of vox crackles into the air.

"Inquisitor, are you certain this is wise?"

"I have no doubt, Captain. They do seem interesting, and we must see if they are worthy..."

"I must protest. This directly puts us in a position of danger."

"All manipulation involves risks. I shall bring a suitable entourage."

"I am the Captain of this vessel..."

"And I am an instrument of the Emperor's will. We'll do this my way. Patch through any further communications. I must prepare." He smirks, striding from the bridge, confident that the next moves would bring them closer to a more interesting situation.
Orthodox Gnosticism
02-03-2007, 19:45
Admiral Cain hears the message from the Chronosian vessel. Unbelievable she thought.

Admiral Cain, "Are you certain that this vessel is of Chronosian design?"

Lt. Jordan replies, "Yes sir, their transponders and hull design are consistant. Their manner of speech is also consistant, and the translator's filtering with the Chronosian language perimeters."

Admiral Cain, thought to herself, "What is their game. They openly admitted to being concerned with war. Why would they wish diplomacy if that is the case? Also what they seem to say seems to be self contridictory, as well as our knowledge of them through the Coredians."

Commander Fisk says "Admiral sir, your orders."

Admiral Cain places her hands on her back and stretched. Her back always acted up in times of stress.

Commander Fisk says, "Admiral sir..."

Admiral Cain picks up the handset

This is the Battlestar Ares to the Chronosian Vessel. We will send an unarmed raptor to your ship. Please send one diplomat, unarmed and have him board the Raptor. No aids. We will then meet with you onboard the Ares.

Order Capt. that upon docking with their ship, and relanding on the Ares, I want a escort of five Vipers, locked onto that Raptor. If any sign of trouble occurs, Order them to blow it out of sky."
Chronosia
02-03-2007, 20:00
I'm afraid, Admiral, that such would not be acceptable. I have certain Inquisitorial personnel who would be most interested in examining your culture, as well as informing you about our own. I will, of course, come unarmed. Though I usually enjoy having a weapon present, or at least a bodyguard

That's it. Earn their trust. He smiled, turning to those who he had gathered. The first was a hunched tech-priest, red robes clinging to it, undulatign with the movement of augmetic implants. Another was a towering Space Marine, clad in the black of the Black Order, his armor marking him as a Chaplain, a Dark Apostle of Chaos.

He turned to view the woman, an artfully beautiful speciman. Her black clothing was laced his to the throat, silk with a short black leather jacket engulfing her form. Her hair was blonde, tied behind her hair, with gleaming, sharp blue eyes. An eight pointed star was tattooed upon one cheek. She spoke, her pale pink lips quivering lightly.

"Is it wise to defy them so, Lord?" She was Interrogator Lise Vias, his immediate subordinate, his pupil, his apprentice. She was here to learn, to see the galaxy and how the servants of the Gods must tame it.

"Do not fear, Lise. We'll soon see how advanced they are, and how they play into the plans of Tzeentch. Hallowed is the Changer, who brings this opportunity before us."

Inquisitor Anton Zayl smiled almost wolfishly. "And I assure you, we shall seize it"
Orthodox Gnosticism
02-03-2007, 20:54
Commander Fisk, "Sir we can not allow them to bring armed bodyguards on board this vessel. The risk to the lives of this crew is too great."

Admiral Cain, smiled and replied, "Of course not Jack, but we need to see what game they are playing, and what their intentions are." Signal the vessel.

This is the Battlestar Ares to the Chronosian Vessel. You have authorization for one, we repeat one aid only, no bodyguards, and no weapons. This is our last offer. If you desire diplomacy as you state, I suggest you take us up on our offer.

Admiral Cain, "We can not be completely unaccomidating, and besides I want to see what we are up against. Have a full security detail at the flightpod, to escort them to the breifing room. Be sure to take them in such a way that does not disclose anything of top secret nature.

Major Markus states, "Yes sir, you heard her men, move it now."

She picks up the handset. All hands this is the Admiral. We will have a diplomacy team on board, from the Chronosian Vessel. Everyone must be armed, and prepared for conflict. Seal down all decks, except those to the conference room. Do not allow any unauthorized access to any department. Maintain Condition one.

Outside the Chronosian Vessel, the Mark VIII raptor squadrons continue to buzz the Chronosian Vessel, as the Mark II raptor squadron continue to scan the vessel gathering any information about it, as well as checking for defenses, transponder sequences and power fluxuations.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 01:54
"Hm, when you push a party too far, occasionally they can give up upon our games" Anton chuckled. "One day, my dear, you will have to deal with situations such as this, for the myriad factions of the galaxies can be fickle indeed. The problem now, sadly, becomes which of you I might bring. Should I show them the might of an Astartes, brother?" He grinned up at the Marine.

"Should I allow them to be enlightened by the Mechanicus, and the Mechanicus in turn be enlightened?" He chuckled, watching the Tech Priest as it rose to its full height, mechadendrites writhing beneath its robes.

"Or should I allow you to accompany me?" He ran a hand down her tattooed cheek, smirking wryly. "I think I'll allow our friends to decide"

We accept.

A man wishes to render his civilisation great. Does he build a school and a church? An armory and a temple? Or a library and a workshop?
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 02:38
We accept.

A man wishes to render his civilisation great. Does he build a school and a church? An armory and a temple? Or a library and a workshop?[/i]

The entire CIC listens to the translation over the speakers.

Commander Fisk: Are these guys insane? What kind of response is that. It is no wonder the Coredians do not like these guys.

Admiral Cain: I believe they are testing us, trying to figure out what our society emphisises.

Commander Fisk replies, "I can understand that sir, but should we really talk to individuals who try to mask their intentions behind riddles."

Admiral Cain responds, " Very true Jack, perhaps we are wasting our time. I am willing to wait a few more minutes though."

Commander Fisk replies, "Yes sir."

Transmission sent

Chronosian Vessel, this is the Battlestar Ares. Your question is a trick. In order to have a great civilization you need all of those things. If you lack in any one area, your civilization will fall. Without a school you can not teach the young, thus your civilization will fall. Without a church, your society becomes decidant. Without an armory you can not defend what you have. Without a temple you can not praise the gods, thus the church fails. Without a library you can not store your knowledge for future generations to learn upon, thus the school falls. Without a workship you can not build weapons thus the armory is empty. A civilization can not be great without all of these.

A Raptor will be in your hangerdeck in one minute be prepared, with your one aid. If you violate the previous agreed arrangements please be advised we will blow you to hell.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 02:56
Then I'll have to make the choice myself. A pity. I never was very good with the difficult decisions. If only you would let my full team arrive, weaponless. My apprentice, a warrior-expert and a scribe. That is what you must choose between, or what I now must choose between. Rather unfortunate.

I would also advise that you watch your tongue. Any offensive action against His vessel shall be an offensive action against the God-Emperor himself, and his brethern in the Galactic Empire.

We do not wish to spill blood here, and would ask for the reasonings behind your hostility?

"You're coming with me, Lise." He smiles, she almost looks shocked, as though the hulking brute of the Astartes or the binary-murmering adept of the Mechanicus would be more suited than she who will one day hold Office herself, who will one day use her Rosette to sign the death warrants for entire worlds. "I believe you could do with the experience."

"It is...An honor, my lord."

"I have no doubt it is. Now come." He reached down, sliding the power sword from its scabbard, laying it softly down upon the couch of his quarters, tossing the bolt pistol beside it. "Let's go and meet our friends."

"Yes, Lord."

"Captain?"

"Inquisitor?" The voice was all around him now, the Captain monitoring through auspex and other sensor equipment.

"Make ready a hangar."

The Inquisitor and his Interrogator stood in the hangar bay, later obviously, awaiting the arrival of their transport. Armed guards stood by the doors which led deeper into the vessel, their armor gilded and ridged with scarlet cloth, bearing badges inscribed with the seal of the inquisition and the Dark Gods.

"Come forth then" He whispered "Let's see what you have to offer"
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 03:19
A small Mark I raptor, entered into the hangerbay. The ship slowly entered the dark hanger, with it's spot light searching the interior. The crew on board was nervous. Never had they imagined flying into a hangerdeck of an alien vessel, especially one with such a dark interior. Never had they imagined that they would actually meet someone of the Chronosian or Galactic Empire, yet alone pick them up and escort them to a battlestar. Was Admiral Cain out of her mind, or what was her plan.

The ship slowly decended onto the hanger deck. The Raptors greyish green door opened slowly as two marines dressed in pressure suits exited the vechile.

Upon exiting the vechile, they open a pouch on their right sleeve. THe sleeve was green, which meant the air was good.

THey stood by the opening of the door, took their helmets off and saluted the "diplomat". Private First Class Simmons to pick up the diplomat and it's aid, he stated.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 03:26
Anton flashed a quick grin, not moving to salute or respond, merely walking towards the raptor, brazenly running his hand along the smooth material, teasing it with his fingers. Lise was behind him, watching with almost bemused awe as her Master began his subtle interactions with these...Colonials.

"I am Inquisitor Anton Zayl, of the Ordo Xenos, and this is my associate, Lise Vias, Interrogator. I would have brought a military expert and a technical expert." As though on cue, the door at the rear slid open, revealing the hulking figure of the Space Marine, far too large to be a mere man, his massive form clad in power armor, and his flesh gleaming with scars.

The tech priest had slid back its hood, whispering in binary. A vox relay chirped in its throat, its eyes were replaced with augmetics, and cables ran from beneath the collar of its robes up and into the shaven flesh of its skull.

The scent of incense seemed to permeat the entire deck as similar tech priests went to and fro, attending to the various Chronosian vessels, whispering and offering sanctification rites to the machines.

"They are sanctifying their machines for service to their Machine God. They wish to know if you would like your transport sanctified in his name, that its Machine Spirit might be appeased" He chuckled. "Or shall we be on our way promptly? I would so hate to keep the Admiral waiting." He turned, waving to the Marine and the Tech Priest. "They just wanted to see us off."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 03:36
Private Simmons answers Inquisitor Anton Zayl, "Sir my orders are to safely transport you to the Battlestar Ares. Any delay and the Admiral may think something is up. I would recommend sir, that we depart without delay.


He was a phsyically tough looking man, about 6'5, standard Marine hair cut, with a black uniform on. Across his chest was a peice of body armor that was black, as was his entire uniform. Down the left side of his face was a scar about four inches long.

If we may Inquisitor, Private Gohan states, your assement is correct sir, the Admiral does not like to be kept waiting, especially under such dubious of circumstances.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 03:40
"Of course, of course. You'll forgive them of course, old customs, old habits. They don't exactly agree with outside technology. It's an abomination to them, like the Abominable Intelligence. The AI. All Chronosian technologies that require a sentient machine have a biologicakl component, like servitors." He chuckled.

"But yes, let us go. This is a fine Machine. A fine, fine machine" He teased his fingers across it again. "How does it handle?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 03:57
The private stared at the Inquistor. That we can agree on sir, AI's are the biggest mistake in the galaxy. And sir she handles like a leaf on the wind. (OOC: sorry could not resist)

As they sit in the Raptor, your "party" notices that there is not too much room. All of the non essential equiptment for this mission is covered in a black drape. As we leave the hangerbay five Mark VIII raptors follow in formation behind the small vessel.

THe trip is reletively quick, as the ship begins to land in the port flight pod. As you get closer to the Battlestar, you begin to notice even more similarities to the Coredian designs, close enough that you could possibly mistake it for a Coredian ship, almost.

Upon landing in the flight pod, The door opens, and there standing in a line formation is an entire detachment of marines. At the end of the two lined formation is a man, buzz cut hair due, slightly over weight. His age looks roughly to be 50 years old. His uniform is blue with gold buttons on the right side of his jacket. An insignia on his left shoulder that looks like some sort of bird, with a red edging to his jacket.

As you enter walk down the columns, he greets you.

I am Commander Fisk, of the Battlestar Ares. I have been ordered by Admiral Cain to escort you tot he briefing room immediatly.

As you look around the interior of this battlestar is even more similar to the interior of a Coredian Battlestar. If it was not for the dress uniforms, or the complete lack of AI you would assume it is.

After a brisk walk, in which you see no one but the marines and the Commander, you arrive at a bulkhead with a circular wheel. Commander Fisk spins the wheel and opens the door to the briefing room.

THis room is rather large. Gray metal panels on all sides, as well as a podium. Below the podium, is three tables, placed together in almost a square formation. The air is crisp, clean. You also see in the corner of the room, a twelve flags, all with the same bord insignia, yet atthe bottom, each have a different letter from the greek alphebet.

"The Admiral will be with you in a moment, if you require it there is refreshments, and food." Commander Fisk states.

As you look around you notice two or three of the marines staring at your apprentice. Then as they notice you looking at them, they regain their disipline.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 04:05
"I wouldn't recommend it, gentlemen. She's killed men for less" He chuckles. It could very well be true. She has been in his service for many long years, serving the black throne and its gods. He seats himself, glancing around the room. The trip has been most inspirational, so much appearing to be so close to the Coredian, yet fundamentally different. He senses no force taint here, not the whispered taint of fellow Psykers.

He closes his eyes, for a moment, as though meditating upon the situation. Lise shrugs off her jacket, reaching up to loosen her hair from its confines. She shakes it out, sighing lightly as she turns to her master, watching him. She rises, almost feline grace evident in her every movement, toying with a piece of food, raising it to her mouth.

"Rather providing, aren't they?"

"Indeed they are, my dear" He chuckles, opening his eyes. "Did you ensure that the astropaths were briefed."

"Yes, sir. If the conditions are met, the message shall be automatically sent. The Apostle has promised to provide them with...Incentive."

"Nothing like a true devotee to put the fear of the gods into those little runts." He chuckled. "Now we can but wait."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 04:11
Five minutes later, the door opens.

A woman steps in with long brown hair. She appears to be around 40 years old, and has the eyes of a predator. She walks into the room with an aura of authority, and states

"I am Admiral Helena Cain, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. To what do we owe this honor from the Chronosian?"

Her voice sounds as if she has heard of your civilization before.

She sits down, says, "May I ask your Rank and names? Also I would like to know what your vessel is doing out here in the middle of nowhere."
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 04:20
"It would seem our reputation preceeds us" Anton states cooly, immediately wresting control of the conversation. "I am Inquisitor Anton Zayl of the Orders of His Most Holy Inquisition. This is my apprentice, Interrogator Lise Vias." He bows lightly, and she follows suit.

"We are leading this advance vessel of an Expeditionary Fleet, seeking out new worlds to explore and colonise. Part colonial fleet, part missionary endeavor, part war-fleet. This is a dangerous universe you will understand, so much threatens the rule of Man, and the divine rule of the Gods."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 04:36
Admiral Cain replies, "Yes this galaxy is a very dangerous place. Are you part of the Galactic Empire. From our understanding the Galactic Empire is a war like alliance, that destroys planets that get in their way, is this in fact true?"

Admiral Cain sits back, staring at the Inquisitor as if she was a hawk who caught her prey."

"What is your function, and what are these gods that you worship?" the Admiral asks.

As she sees Interrogator Lise Vias, playing with her food, the admiral then asks, "Is it to your liking?"
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 04:42
"What use are dead worlds? While such has occured it is a lamentable and final end that I prefer to avoid. A populace to bring to compliance is far more important than land or water" He chuckles. "The Empire is only war-like to those who will benefit from our presence and who refuse our aid. One cannot always play nicely, sometimes issues must be forced."

He smiled now, watching her. She stared at him as though he were some prey-animal.

"I am an Inquisitor, I seek out and destroy the enemies of the Imperium and the Gods. As a member of the Ordo Xenos I am tasked with defending hallowed humanity from the predations of the Alien. My Gods? My Gods are the lords of the Warp, masters of the Immaterium. Khorne, who brings war and bloodshed to the universe. Slaanesh, master of Pleasure, the Prince of Excess. Tzeentch, Lord of Magic, Shaper and Changer, the Architect of Fate! And Nurgle, the lord of entropy, disease, decay and death. These are the Four, the great Gods of Chaos. Worshipped as the Undivided."

Lise shrugs lightly, watching the interaction.

"It's not bad, I suppose."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 04:54
"I see" the Admiral said. "Do you view us as "needing your aid?"

"Is your society ruled by your religious docterines? And how can a race that claims service to the gods, be allied to a society based on the force.

I do not think your notions of gods is bad, as our society has it's war god, this very ship is named after the god of war. Good and Evil in my opinion, Admiral Cain states, usually comes from self perspective. No one believes they are bad, and everyone thinks their enemies are."

Admiral Cain takes a sip of Picion Brandy.

"So I take it by your response you are a military leader of some sort. To protect your people from outside forces. Let me say this, the Twelve Colonies of Kobal do not wish hostilites from your civilization nor your Empire, but we will not tolerate an invasion against our soverignty." , she states.

(((OOC: if you have any pointers for me just let me know, are you having fun :) )))
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 05:01
"You know of the Force and the Empire, and yet you seem to know so little of the Imperium. I have answered your questions, Admiral, now I would ask that you answer mine. How is it you come to know of us, and regard us with such suspicion?"

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. "I do not know you, but I know that you seem human, with no trace of Xenos taint amongst your kind. I would not think you need our aid. Our society is governed by many religious laws and concepts, all dictated through the Ecclesiarchy. From the Emperor and his brother-Primarchs down to the common man, the will of the Gods is spoken.

We exist alongside the Sith because many of our goals are the same. They accept our beliefs and do not infringe upon them, and so we do not intrude on their religion, except in the war-like prosecution of their conflict with the Jedi.

I am a man of religion as well as military power. I can comandeer any command structure within the Imperium by way of my Inquisitorial office. I can command armies, worlds, and set down the execution warrants for entire planets. But I am not without my mercy. Many more have lived than would have died without my actions."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 05:35
Admiral Cain stared at the Inquisitor for a moment, running her index finger around her glass. "How to answer" she thought... One thing she liked about this man, he did not lie, nor try to cover up his actions. He also never flinched. A very remarkable opponent she thought."

"We heard of the force from other accidental meetings, such as this one." she replied. A few of the races we have met seem to worship that invisible energy field, and have told us of the terrors, and boogeymen that are the Galactic Empire. However our information on your civilization is a bit lacking, other than your ruthlessness, and undying loyalty to this emperor."

"We also know of the Galactic Empire through a chance meeting in neutral space once, she added. Six Star destroyers hyperspaced into the area and immediatly told the Admiral of that fleet consisting of three battlestars to surrender and prepare to be boarded. Needless to say 'that kind of welcome to the neighborhood speech' was not looked to kindly upon.

This is why we are suspicious of the Empire, and it's allies." She finished, as she drank the rest of her brandy and poured herself another glass.

"Would you like a glass Inquisitor, or you Interrogator" she offers.
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 05:51
OOC: Yo. When do you guys want me to jump in?

OOC: Hey I am so sorry I missed this post CW. As far as I am concerned jump in anytime you wish, but you may want to TG CHronosia first.
Chronosia
03-03-2007, 10:30
"A damnable mistake I am certain. One which the Emperor would surely condemn. There are a few loose cannons within the Empire, who often act without thinking. Members who, I assure you, shall be brought under our strictest censure." He smiled again. "I think a drink would be most agreeable. Lise?"

She smiled lightly.

"That would be nice, thank you admiral."'

"I would correct you on one issue, Admiral" Anton began to speak again. "We have a bond of loyalty and brotherhood to the Emperor Palpatine, but our undying loyalty is reserved for Lord Remiel, and the Gods. Our ruthlessness is well-deserved against a hostile Universe, riddled by xenos cancers, and heretical fiends. The Jedi are godless heathens who would threaten everything about our civilisations."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-03-2007, 16:08
Admiral Cain pushes a button on the underside of her table. Moments later an unarmed marine, about 5'11. She is wearing the standard black uniform of the Colonial Marines, a combat helmet, as well as body armor. As she walks into the room she salutes the Admiral.

Corperal, please give our guests two glasses of Picon Brandy.

"Yes sir," she states. She begins to think to herself, I am not a damned waitress, as she picks up the bottle and two crystal glasses. Both of the glasses has the Colonial Symbol crafted into the crystal. SHe pours the glass turns to the Admiral and salutes.

"That will be all Corperal", Admiral Cain states.

"Yes sir." She turns around and walks out of the bulkhead shutting the heavy door behind her.

"Who is this Lord Remiel? Who are these 'Xeno Cancers' that you refer to?"

Admiral Cain then asks, "The Jedi do seem to have odd practices from what we have heard, but how could you dispise priests that carry glowsticks? Why do you refer to them as heathens and how have they threatened your civilization?"

Admiral Cain sits up in her chair, carefully paying attention to the reply to follow.
Chronosia
04-03-2007, 04:17
Anton sips the brandy with delicate motions, chuckling lightly as he does, savoring its taste upon his tongue, its scent.

"The Lord Remiel is the Emperor, Master of Chronosian Man by the divine will of the Gods and their scion and emmisary upon this earth. He is the Lord of Chronosia and the appointed Warmaster of the Galactic Empire.

The xenos cancers are the taint of the alien upon our proud nation, the touch of beings utterly opposed to mans divine rule., Filth, degenerate filth, all of them.

The Jedi refuse to accept the Sith and do not cease their bickering and religious war, nor do they accept the way of Chaos. They directly oppose it, and would snuff us out. This marks them as rebels and heathens, against Empire and Imperium"
Orthodox Gnosticism
04-03-2007, 04:31
"I see" Admiral Cain says, so you seek to exterminate the Jedi based on this principle.

"Please do not misunderstand me, she states, to destroy an enemy is a admirable goal. One that I live my life by, survival is above all other things."

"I think I have a good idea why you think they way you do and act upon it."

"May I ask, for what purpose did you wish to meet, besides for conversation?" she asks.
Chronosia
04-03-2007, 04:34
"Some would call me a zealot for acting as I do, for seeking survival and the defeat of my enemies so radically, but I would assure you that we are bound by laws and pacts which drive us to these things. Ancient oaths bind us to our allies and to their cause, as well as our own path."

He chuckles

"Why have I come here? I came here because you are so new to us, so interesting." He seemed to stare right through her, watching her with his gaze, eyes gleaming. "How much hardship have you and your kind endured? And who has told you such...Lies about my people?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
04-03-2007, 04:47
"Lies," she smiles, I would not say they are lies, from what you have told me. However I personally share many of your views. My people have had many hardships, we have been attacked and almost wiped out two times, by our very own creations. I would burn a hundred worlds to insure humanities survival.

I do however have the 'luxury' of being an outsider looking in.

You attack the Jedi, because you see them as a threat, thus we hear how you are evil and warmongers. From your very own admission, you worship gods that relish in death and war. Which many consider evil. However I understand that evil is perspective.

"That is the reason I decided to let you on board, I never take anything from anyone at face value." she concluded.

She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a small silver case. SHe opens it, and pulls out a small cigar, and lights it, slowly inhaling, and releasing a small cloud of grey smoke into the air.
Chronosia
04-03-2007, 18:15
"Death and war are natural aspects of the universe. Each race is driven to war by their own needs, their own desires. Death comes to all life, touches every soul...Liberates them from the shackles of mortality. Without death, we would truly be...Empty."

He smiled, almost bemused, thoughtful and contemplative

"The Jedi stand against our allies and would brand us as evil for our worship, for our devotion to the Gods of the Warp, vaunted and hallowed Chaos. They do not accept us like the Sith, or the Empire, instead they are as much guided by hate and fear as any other.

They think themselves so moral, so superior, but to be a Jedi is to deny emotion, to deny the heights and pits of its splendor, to deny what makes them Human. In this aspect, the Jedi are almost akin to soulless automatons. Not like we Chronosians, who strive for those heights of indulgence and those pitfalls of despair. Who revere and worship the glory of Humanity, in the eyes of the Gods."
Orthodox Gnosticism
04-03-2007, 18:27
Admiral Cain looks at the Inquisitor, trying to see what he is ultimately up to.

"So from your point of view, due to the Jedi's goal of enlightenment and self sacrifice, holding back their human aspects all accumilate into a form of heresy.

She takes a puff of her cigar, and from your point of view, your religious beliefs are in conflict with theirs. Because of this you are driven to ally yourselves with their enemy, an enemy that does not share your views, but allows you the freedom to practice your beliefs.

She takes another puff, and sips her brandy. "Oh how very rude of me would you care for one, offering a cigar to your 'diplomats'.

When our society had contact with the Jedi, they did not seem hostile towards our society, in fact they seemed much as you are curious. However they did consider our belief in the gods to be 'antiquated and primitive.' How did the conflict between you and the Jedi occur, and how did you end up allying yourself with the empire?
Chronosia
04-03-2007, 18:33
"We became allies with the Sith soon after setting down the foundations of our Empire. The Sith aided us, and so we gifted them aid in their wars, forging the original Empire. Without our aid, the Sith would never have emerged resurgent as they did. We brought a superior tactical mindset and a modest armament, before the Fall.

Afterwards we were insatiable, warriors without peers, blessed by our new gods and their pacts. We were blessed, many of us showing them upon our countenance or our minds. Our armies were legion."

He shakes his head, waving off the offered cigar "They deny what makes them human, they seek an aloof and superior nature. They are godless and fear and hate religion. Yet they have all the trappings of a monastic school! They have declared themselves opposed to the will of the Gods, and so our slaughter of them is justified in their eyes."

He chuckles softly, pausing to drum his fingers against the table.

"You say that your society has all but been obliterated twice. Tell me, what occured? What led you so close to the brink?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
04-03-2007, 18:47
As you ask about how the Colonies almost fell, you see hate swell in the Admiral's eyes, her pupils become smaller, as if she were a lion ready for the kill.

"Forty five years ago, we created A.I. The most advanced computer and robotics the galaxy had ever know. Unfortunately, however we made them too well. They were designed like all robotics and A.I. to make the life of our society easier, and to help it advance."

The Admiral chugs the rest of her brandy and pours herself another.

She continues, "One night the AI, which we call cylons, rebelled. Caught completely off guard, they murdered millions of humans. Worlds were set ablaze, and the bodies littered the streets. This was called the First Cylon war. Over time we were able to repulse the toasters, and instead of wiping them out, our government believed it was more prudent to create an armistice. This was our first mistake."

Five years ago, we uncovered a plot by covert cylon agents, now with complete bilogical machinery, that looked identical to humans on the Molecular level, except for one small difference, tried to subvert our defence mainframe. Luckily though the traitor that gave them the access codes was caught and executed. She drinks a few gulps more.

We were prepared, and fought them off a second time, but the price we paid has high. Many good solders, including some of my friends were killed in the process. On board the Battlestar Pegasus, my previous ship, one of these cylon agents snuck into the ship, and allowed many cylon centurions on board. 700 of my crewmen were killed in the battle. Needless to say, what awaited the agent when she was caught... well she begged for death many times...
Chronosia
04-03-2007, 18:57
"Such things are a horrible truth of the Universe. For the Abominable Intelligence cannot be trusted. In the days of ancient Terra known as the Age of Strife, the Iron Men threatened all mortal life. A similar situation to yours, a horrible situation to be in." He sipped his brandy again, smiling lightly. "That is why so much of our technology relies, in terms of A.I, upon a human brain base. Servitors are lobotomised humans merged with blessed machine components of the Adeptus Mechanicus"

"There is much we could teach you of it. Sacred rites and ancient technologies. From the simpest gun to the most mighty Titan, God-Machines of the Dark Mechanicus. You have no idea as to the might of our blessed Technology"
Orthodox Gnosticism
04-03-2007, 19:27
Admiral Cain, looked up at her "guests". She begins to test the waters, you would be willing to teach us of your technology, when you know so little of us, have no pacts with us, and have even littler reason to trust us, she asks.

"What are these blessings and ancient rites that you speak of, and what exactly do they do?" The admiral asks. She smiled as she began to put out her cigar.

"Would you care for some more brandy, or any other refreshment?" Admiral Cain asked while looking at Lise. "What role do you have to play here, and what is their game." "Could the jedi be wrong, and their war a complete misunderstanding, or are they truly what the jedi say, and are they attempting to manipulate me, she asked herself. There is only one way to find out I need to continue this game." she thought to herself.
Chronosia
05-03-2007, 13:29
"We would be willing to share with you our secrets, provided that you are willing to render in us a degree of trust" He smiled, an almost feral grin. "Perhaps you would wish to know more of what we could offer you before we begin?"

He politely declines more brandy, leaning back in his chair as he begins to speak, full of dark promise, fel charisma and new enthusiasm, a new strength...

"Technology is revered within our Imperium, tempered by the Mechanicus into new forms and functions. Largely we rely upon ancient diagrams, Standard Template Constructions, but we occasionally innovate. Such things are rare. We have utilised STCs to create everything from the Lasgun to the Titan." He smirks at the mention of the God-Machine.

"And I have not even begun to tell you of the Nine Legions of the Adeptus Astartes."
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-03-2007, 17:29
The Admiral runs her finger around the edge of her crystal glass, staring at it's brown colored liquid within.

"Trust is earned, not given. I can give you one small effort of good will though," she replied

She walks over to a telephone on the wall of the room, "Patch me through to CIC.

An moment later, Order Squardrons yellow though blue to land immediatly. she orders.

She sits back down, and smiles. "Your ship is no longer being buzzed by fighters she states. Under the circumstances, this is the best that I can do, I hope you understand."

"Now tell me, she looks at the Inquisitor, what does all of what you have said mean. We do not have a concept of the names that you mentioned, and what they do. Please enlighten me, she replies"


Outside the Chronosian Vessel, the five viper squadrons continue to buzz the Chronosian Colony ship.

This is the Battlestar Ares, Squadrons Blue, Green and Yellow are ordered to immediatly land. Red and Orange squadron are to stop the attack immediatly and hold a defensive position between the Ares and the Chronosian Vessel.

Lt. Skinner: "What is going on over there, what we are getting paid now to joy ride."

Lt. Thrace replies, "Pipe it down, you have your orders, Red Squadron form up on my six."

Three of the Squadrons begin to land on the massive battlestar, while Red Squadron takes up a postition in front of the colony ship, and Orange Squadron takes up a postion below the Vessel.
Chronosia
05-03-2007, 17:52
"The Adeptus Mechanicus are the Tech Priests of the Imperium, revering the ancient technologies and guiding their operation by devotion to their Dark Omnissiah. The Adeptus Astartes, on the other hand, are the Imperial Space Marines. Humans taken and enhanced, surgically, genetically and psychologically" He smiled lightly.

"They are beyond humanity, above it, the most stalwart and glorious servants of our Gods. Most notable are their Dark Apostles, Masters of our Faith."

He bowed his head lightly. "I thank you for calling off your vessels, and I trust that together we can pursue enlightenment, true spiritual enlightenment in the name of the Gods."
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-03-2007, 20:07
Admiral Cain smiles,

You would love to meet with our oracles, she stated. They seek enlightenment from all of the gods, and according to the religious amongst us, have keen insight into the ways of the gods and destiny.

However I am a soldier, plain and simple. Enlightenment may be useful, but my job is to safeguard my society. As long as you pledge not to be a threat to our civilization, on an oath to your gods, then we will never have a problem, and we can go along the path you talk about.

"However, you need to tolerate that we have more than four gods, and we worship them all. Do you have a problem with this paradigm?", she asks.

"So what are these secrets, you talked about earlier," she asked in reply.

"I would also like to ask you, in your opinion, was this meeting between our people chance, or destiny?"
Chronosia
05-03-2007, 20:12
"Many are the lesser Gods, but the Four stand above and beyond them, the keys to the pantheon of Chaos Undivided" He grins. "We find succour and comfort amongst each other, us polytheists, us children of Gods. Not amongst godless heathens.

I have already told you of the secrets of the Astartes and touched upon the mysteries of the Mechanicum, had I been allowed more of an entourage you could have met hallowed members of each. They were eager to know your people."

He chuckles, placing his hands upon the table, drumming them lightly. "We are so very similar, you and I. Both defenders of our people, of our military, of our faith. I have fought alien filth upon burning worlds and sent the most determined of filth crashing into the dust of ruination. I have not shed a tear for those damned in my pursuit of absolute victory, and the survival of the Imperium. You have my word, before the Gods themselves, that I desire only cooperation with your people.

There are, however, other secrets to which you could be privy...Secrets which could nestle, like diamonds in the rough, amongst your populations even now. Do you know what a psyker is?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-03-2007, 20:16
Admiral Cain replied, I have never heard of a psyker before. Is it your name of your priests, or if not what is it?

Admiral Cain thought to herself, "Am I taking this game to far? No not yet, I have yet to pledge anything of the Colonies. The more information I gather the better we will be."

Admiral Cain, replies, "we have yet to be informed of such a title as psyker. We do know of Sith and Jedi, Oracles and Priests. That is about the extent of our knowledge. As I stated earlier, we have only just begun to discover new alien life."
Chronosia
05-03-2007, 20:34
"A psyker is a being possessed of psychic power, gained by drawing upon the Warp. There are many levels of ability, recorded in the Imperium, many who possess psychic powers and gifts, able to tap the natural power of the Immaterium.

Many of our most trusted, Sorcerors, Librarians, even members of the Inquisition are possessed of its dark gift. I myself have some ability, as does Lise." He chuckled dryly.

"We have forced ourselves onwards, we Chronosians, pushing every possibility. We created the Astartes to be superhuman warriors, we nurture and develop psychic talent for its links to Chaos, and the advantages it grants us. Without psykers, interstellar travel and communication would cease."
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-03-2007, 20:45
Admiral Cain thought to herself, "so there is their weakness, without these "psykers" they are stuck in standard sublight drives."

Admiral Cain, "How unfortuante then that you have to rely on these "psykers" for interstellar travel." You are right about one thing, she smiled, in many aspects we are very similiar. Religious views aside, many of our ideals do coincide. Your philosophy is quite interesting. Please tell me, what psychic abilities do you possess, as I only know of psychic abilities from late night TV movies. What can these psykers do?

What of this 'Warp' she asks. What is that? Is it similiar to the jedi and Sith notion of the force?
Chronosia
06-03-2007, 01:57
"Anything from mind reading to telekinesis. More complex sorceries can bring forth Daemons from the Warp itself, and bend its power to their will. Lightning can fly from their fingertips, fire can shoot from their hands, the very fabric of reality can twist. The Gods gift their servants well."

He chuckled, as though momentarily bemused. "The Imperium has many many psykers, and many more can be found, forced into our service. They provide a beautiful resource, a human resource for human betterment.

The Warp is the Realm of Chaos, another dimension through which our ships navigate, tearing through it in order that we might reach other worlds, other stars. The Gods and their Daemonic servants dwell there, in its roiling depths, masters of endless domains."
Chronosia
06-03-2007, 03:21
OOC: Damn you...

Yes...

Anton seemed to chuckle, looking as though he was looking straight through her. He closed his eyes, sighing softly.

The universe seemed to tear apart before her eyes, rending itself asunder as he forced her mind to view what he had viewed countless times in transition, the seething sea of the warp, a billion colors screaming and merging, colors and shapes that could not, Should not, exist, formign before her eyes.

Crimson armored warriors, Khornate Berzerkers, bestrode worlds paved in broken skulls and bones, their chainaxes held to the heavens. Blood annointed every inch of them, spilling like the off-flow of a sea down over the bones. A mountain of skulls rose up over an ocean of blood, topped by a Bronze Throne. The Throne of Khorne. The Skull Throne.

Slaanesh itself lay upon a bed of fine human skin, soft as silk, a beautiful man-woman thing who offered all one could desire in every carress and breath. A thousand human forms heaved and thrust in orgiastic bliss, a writhing carpet of the domain of the Prince of Excess. Noise Marines tore worlds apart with ungodly instruments beneath his gaze, rendering down entire planetary populations for drugs.

Nurgle and his Plague Marines reign over worlds of untold filth and corruption, bleeding sores in the fabric of the Materium. Gibbering, half-formed Nurglings crawl amidst the filth, the armor of the Marines is broken and battered, covered in filth and decay. One opens its mouth in a yawning scream of buzzing insects.

Tzeentch is unfathomable, dwelling like a coiling and twisted multi-thing of writhing warp-flesh. Runes burn and seethe upon the walls and the floor, screaming into the sky itself. It begins to rain words, blasphemous, warp wrought words, as Sorcerors bestride the halls of mysteries....

Man-Machines dwell in the darkest hearts of worlds, entire worlds given over to the forge. Forge-Worlds. Fortress-Worlds. Hundreds of Thousands of Augmetic soldiers stand shoulder to shoulder with billions of Imperial Guardsmen, human warriors each and all. Great metal machines seem to tower over them, like Men. The Titans turn, the ferocious plasma reactors at their hearts thrumming, providing them power as immense guns howl to the heavens.

Anton lets his mind recede, forcing it back, forcing his collected knowledge, visions and interpretations back into the confines of his own mind.

"I can read your mind, my dear...And so much more. Did you see?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 03:23
Interesting, so there is another deminsion in which the gods live, and you can go there and gain their power. This kind of power could easily sway the war with the cylons, how do you gain such power? Admiral Cain stated.

If she could gain the power to protect her people from it's enemies, she thought to herself, she could safeguard her race. The power of the gods, her eyes light up with excitement.

"At what cost though" a thought ran through her head. "These guys sound insane, they speak in riddles, what cost will there be for you Admiral. She looks up and sees a man with short brown hair, about 6'1 with a red vest. Admiral you should consider that. The man vanishes.

Admiral Cain asks, how do you become a psyker, to gain the power of the gods?
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 03:27
OOC: sorry I had to delete that previous post, it was bad writing, and I am sorry for that. Your post can still be valid though. I will reply in asecond
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 03:38
The Admiral jumps out of her chair, her reality torn asunder. The vision of a thousand horros from a thousand places jumped into her mind. He saw what no human has, what no human should, it seemed the very heavens were on fire, dripping with the blood of countless people.

During the vision she felt a thrust for blood, the craving of her enemies flesh, and metal parts. SHe felt the hereafter, and it felt aweful. She reached for her pistol out of instinct and grabbed only air. She did not have it with her. She felt savage, almost feral.

What had she allowed on her ship, what beings were these, what could they do? One thing for certain nothing was safe, no one.

As she stared in complete horror, the man she saw, which no one else did came to her.

"Calm down Admiral, he stated.

How can I? she asked, After what I just saw?

I am not here, he said. Only you can see me, only you can hear me, I am send from God to aid you here, and you must continue. Your destiny is here, and now. Play this game, see what there is. Only you can choose. I am here for you."

The Admiral sat back down, terror in her eyes.

Tell me, Admiral Cain stated, how did you do that? How did you show me things that do not exist. She was truly terrified, trying to understand everything that had just occured, and more importantly, how can she have access to that kind of power.
Chronosia
06-03-2007, 03:53
"Cannot exist? I assure you, Admiral, I have not lied to you. I have seen the black power of the Astartes, from the warriors of Khorne and the decadants of Slaanesh, to the Sorcerors of Tzeentch and the slaves of Nurgle. I have seen the glory of Chaos Undivided, and those who worship it. I have seen Titans bestride dead worlds with the millions of the Imperial Guard at their feet.

I have seen the Warp, the Realm of Chaos. And now you know what we are privy to. Dark secrets and blasphemous knowledge older than mankind itself. You could have this power, this power and more, for Chaos is a master to many...You could know their strength within you."

He grinned, sliding up his sleeve, a red sigil marred it. "I had this burned into me by the Khornate warriors of the Wolfsbane Legion for my devotion. I have recieved, in my time, marks from many different cults and legions, each granting me a connection to my Gods."
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 04:00
The man stares behind her, whispering into her ear, "This is your moment, do you keep your humanity and duty to your kind, or betray it all for the greater protection of your species? Oh how it is hard to decide, oh so hard. Tick tock, hurry up time is almost up, he tells her."

Admiral Cain, smiles at the Inquistor. "What you have shown me is terrifying, this is true. It may exist, and I do not deny that you believe you are telling me the truth. I need more she says, to fully believe."

"You must admit, this is a lot for one person to take in," she replies. S"how me your power, and destroy our enemies, if you can. If you can truly do that, the I will believe in what you say is true. Share with me the method that you came to this "dark knowledge" as you call it, and I can agree."

The man whispers to the Admiral, "So you try to make these people, turn against your enemies. Good move Admiral, but you are far from check mate."

"Be careful Admiral, and remember you have two people to play with, do not forget the silent one. "Look at her, trying to act innocent, like someone who does not belong at the table in the big league. Before long her purpose will be revealed", the Phantom Man stated.
Chronosia
06-03-2007, 04:22
He let his eyes drift over to his apprentice, chuckling lightly as he did, before turning back to the Admiral. "Tell me more about your enemies, these Cylons. Tell me more, and all my additional personnel to come aboard. We will work out the initial plans, and we shall have our war.

And you shall have your victory." He smirked. "Lise?"

Lise rose, turning to face the admiral, smiling lightly as she reached into her pocket, producing a small holographic projection unit. It clicked on, displaying various vessels, huge even in comparison to the one they had come in. It flickered, switching to reveal countless forms of Chronosian weaponry, both hand-held and vehicle. It began to display an indepth analysis of Astartes physiology, right down to multi-lung and second heart, as well as a fused wall of bone in place of a ribcage.

"You may ask of me anything, Admiral. Assuming you agree to my Lord's terms."
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 04:38
Admiral Cain, looked at the holographic interface, staring at the multitude of warships.

"What terms does your lord ask?" she asked the Inquisitor.

"Be careful Admiral, the man stated to her, here you hit a homerun or strike out. You are not just playing for yourself but for all of humanity."

Admiral Cain states, "Your additional personnal may come on board, as long as they all come unarmed and alone, and I will also have my senior officers in this meeting."

Admiral Cain picks up the telephone, Prepare a Raptor to launch to the CHronosian Vessel immediatly and patch me through to the vessel.

Admiral Cain hands the Inquisitor the phone.
Chronosia
06-03-2007, 10:41
"Our terms, thus far are that you allow our additional personnel to come aboard, to better inform you as to the capabilities and resources of the Imperium." She tittered lightly. "The Astartes and the Mechanicum can offer much knowledge, much indepth insights and personnal experience. Each Astartes is as a hero in his own right, an army unto himself." She smiled. "Truly awe-inspiring."

The Inquisitor took the phone, barking orders to his vessel. The Dark Apostle was to come, along with an Adept of the Mechanicum and of the Ecclesiarchy.

"Soon, my dear, soon you will see the might and depth of the Imperium. Soon you shall know us better than most get the chance to."
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-03-2007, 15:50
(((OOC: Lise finally speaks :) )))

As long as your Armies of one, come unarmed, then we have terms, Admiral Cain states. If you will excuse me for a moment I must get to CIC to get my senior officers, and make sure the raptor returns safely.

Admiral Cain exits the room, and the wheel spins ont he bulkhead door.

She walks to the CIC. Commander Fisk salutes, and says "Admiral on deck."

The entire CIC salutes the Admiral.

Admiral Cain, "As you were what is the ETA on our raptor.

Commander Fisk replies, It will be docking with the Chronosian vessel in two minutes. Sir is this wise."

Admiral Cain, "If we are successful here, we may finally be able to destroy the cylons once and for all. They wished for their additional representitives and so far have been more than cordial.

Commander Fisk, "Yes sir, but what if they are bidding their time, and with these additional personnal, will try to take the ship?"

Admiral Cain, if they do, she replies make sure the bulkhead door is sealed and vent the atmo into space on their deck.

Commander Fisk, "Sir what of our marines?"

Admiral Cain, "If it is the ship or 30 marines, I will pray for the marines. I want a marine detachment on our flightpod immediatly, to escort our new guests to the breifing room. After wards Commander Fisk, Major Gaskins, and Sargent at Arms McAlister are to meet with me in the briefing room.

Commander Fisk, "Yes sir."

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Meanwhile outside the Chronosian ship.

The small Mark I Raptor sends a transmission to the Chronosian Vessel

This is Raptor 342, to the Chornosian Vessel. Permission to land in your docking bay to pick up our 'guests.' Admiral Cain wishes us to reiterate that they come unarmed.
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-03-2007, 16:47
Welcome back Chronosia.
Chronosia
21-03-2007, 17:06
It was the marine, unarmed now, and the techpriest who awaited them in the dockign bay, almost a study in opposite. While one was tall and proud, almost regal in his zealous corruption, the other was a scuttling and debased thing. Metal marred the feebleness of its flesh, mechadendrites allowed it to manipulate objects and to rise up on the metal teeth of the appendages, forcing himself up. Robes swathed it, hiding the other augmentations that hid beneath its flesh as surely as the ceramite and plasteel armor of the Marine hid his.

"We have come to join the Inquisitor" The Apostle hissed, its voice like silk edged with a razor keeness and a strength like steel, an unshakable determination and resolve. "We have come to better enlighten your people, and bring you victory...Victory in the name of the Gods."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-03-2007, 17:29
It was the marine, unarmed now, and the techpriest who awaited them in the dockign bay, almost a study in opposite. While one was tall and proud, almost regal in his zealous corruption, the other was a scuttling and debased thing. Metal marred the feebleness of its flesh, mechadendrites allowed it to manipulate objects and to rise up on the metal teeth of the appendages, forcing himself up. Robes swathed it, hiding the other augmentations that hid beneath its flesh as surely as the ceramite and plasteel armor of the Marine hid his.

"We have come to join the Inquisitor" The Apostle hissed, its voice like silk edged with a razor keeness and a strength like steel, an unshakable determination and resolve. "We have come to better enlighten your people, and bring you victory...Victory in the name of the Gods."

The two marines exited the Raptor. Before the marines allowed them to board, they looked them up and down, checking for any signs of weapons.

Sargent Jones picked p the radio, "They appear to be clean."

The pilot signaled, "Then allow them to board, we do not wish to keep the Admiral waiting. I do not desire to be in the brig for 30 days."

Sargent Jones replied, "Yes sir."

Looking up to the tall alien, Sargent Jones stated, "If you two will come with me, we will proceed to the Ares." The Sargent was taken back, by the metalic creature telling us that we will learn enlightenment from the gods.

Sargent Jones asked, "Are you an oracle of some sort. If so I assure you we know of the gods, and we do humbly service them."

The Raptor door closes, and the raptor takes off. It is escorted by five Mark VIII vipers, until it reaches the Ares flight pod. Upon exiting the flight pod, a detachment of marines, in an honor formation, yet heavily armed, awaits your 'diplomats.'

As you exit, an officer in a blue uniform, with short brown hair approached your delegates. The admiral and your commander are awaiting your presence in the briefing room, please follow me.
Chronosia
21-03-2007, 18:51
The Apostle grinned, a feral smirk. Tattoos gleamed upon his scalp, his bare flesh inlaid with runes that praised the gods in an ancient chaotic tongue. He let his tongue slide across it, so human and yet so un-human, so beyond humanity. He had been a man once, fighting upon some feral world before the sons of Gabriel had taken him amongst them, re-made him as an Astartes.

"I am an Oracle, in my own way. I interpret the will of the Gods within the Legios Astartes. You humble yourselves, and this is good...The Gods accept all who bow before them"

He exited, the Tech-Priest at his side, moving with the Marine escort to join the Inquisitor and Admiral. He bowed his head lightly, in almost reverence. He let a grin slip forth. "Greetings Admiral. I am Apostle Alexus, and this is Tech Priest Ignatius, a representative of the Priesthood of Hydran. You have questions, I would imagine?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-03-2007, 19:19
Admiral Cain replies, "It is a honor to meet you, please have a seat. Yes we have many questions, and it seems that you are the best suited in your civilization to answer them. Would you care for any refreshments, water, food, smoke, drink?" The XO of the Ares Commander Fisk walks into the briefing room. He salutes the Admiral.

Admiral Cain, "At ease Jack, please have a seat while we continue our talk with these delagates."

Aye Sir, the commander replied, as he sat down.

Admiral Cain pointed to the holographic representations of the Chronosian vessels that were displayed on the center table. What kind of ships are these, and what kind of armament do they carry?

She brushed a piece of hair out of her eye, and picked up a glass of ice water. She slowly took a sip of it, and placed it back down.

Admiral Cain then replied, "I understand that you see the Coredians as heretics, and also as a vile danger, how did you first meet them, and what caused them to hate you so and to drive you into the hands of the Empire?"

She is being very careful not too mention what the Coredians mentioned of the Chronosians.
Chronosia
21-03-2007, 20:04
Alexus scowled, growling lightly as he listened. "The Coredians are foul indeed, a cunning and deceptive foe. They use others as their shields, of metal and meat, unworthy dogs who cannot face true warriors in combat.

Even their religion is deception. A godless worship of the Light. We were not driven into the hands of the Empire, we joined willingly, we formed its base when we were still of the deluded worship of the Corpse God! The Coredians are our eternal foes, even when we turned to the True Gods they were still our enemies. Their Emperor slew the glorious Remiel, but by Their Will he was returned, purified!" He fumed, rage filling his features, fuelling him as he spoke.

"They defy the rule of Empire and Imperium, and for their crimes they shall be punished."

Ignatius cut in, his voice humming with the monotone of the vox-relay set in his throat.

"Chronosian vessels are standard-equipped for the transport of troops and the prosecution of War. The instruments of war are blessed in the name of the True Omnissiah, and the glorious face of the Machine God! The largest Chronosian vessels are also standard fitted with payloads of viral weaponry, cyclonic torpedoes, and other Planet-Killing ordinance.

Lance Batteries and heavy bombardment cannons form the mainstay of Naval Weaponry, along with heavier Warp-Cannons. As you may have noticed, in the sense of Ground War, the Astartes are notably enhanced. Far superior to mankind. Notice, for example, a second heart, an extra-multi lung as well as other glands that amplify healing or resistance. I could go on, if you so will it, Lord." He nodded, deferring to the Inquisitor, who sat bemused by the spectacle.

"Accomodate the Admiral in anyway she wishes, Ignatius. They have much to learn..."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 00:10
What are the power capabilites of these weapons that you speak of? She asks. Also please feel free to talk about your society in anyway. It is very difficult to ask about things, that I do not know even exist.

Commander Fisk chimes in, "What is this warp that you mentioned earlier, and how do you draw power from it? He sat back in his chair, sweat drops roling off his chubby face. You could tell he was a bit nervous about this meeting.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 01:44
"Our cannons can easily sunder ship and shield, meat and metal. Lances serve the same purpose." The tech Priest twitters an obeisance in binary, before continuing. "The Viral bombing process utilises Life Eater virus to force rapid decay of any and all living tissue, followed by a shot to ignite the gases produced. The resulting effect is a planetwide firestorm." He slides a pen from his robe, inscribing his thoughts into a roll of parchment hanging from a panel on his arm.

"The Warp is the Empyrean, the sea of souls, the Aethyr. The roiling alternate dimension, home to the Gods and their Daemon Servants, tapped by Psykers and utilised in Chronosian warp-travel. A realm of pure Chaos, of utter thought. Perfection..." He chuckled lightly, the sound a dull scratching through the vox-implant.

"Each world within the Imperium produces Imperial Guard regiments to fuel the Imperium's mighty armies. Astartes are rarer, but still exist in vast legions. Legions of genetically-superior, enhanced warriors" Alexus was speaking now. "Armies blessed by the Gods of Chaos, marching out to lay low existence to Their name."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 02:23
As you mention the weapons in the Chronosian, Admiral Cain's eyes light up. It seems you have found her true love, the ability to quickly and utterly destroy her enemies.

Admiral Cain lights a cigerette, trying to keep her excitement down. "How exactly does one create such weapons", she asks excitedly.

Commander Fisk on the otherhand was concerned. He thought even if they teach us how to make such a weapon or weapons how can we defend against it.

Admiral Cain, leaned back in this chair. "I wonder why the Coredians did not want us to talk to you, you seem more than friendly to us, besides your linguistic descriptions.

She looked at Lise. Tell me Lise, she says, what exactly does your exertise lie in?
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 02:29
"Ancient designs and Standard Template Constructs, hallowed and arcane knowledge." Ignatius bowed his head lightly. "The gifts of the Machine God, that we might forge everything from the smallest shell to the mightiest God Machine, the Titan." He seemed almost zealous, fervent in belief. "The most precious knowledge has been passed down through the Generations, from how to create weapons, to how to deify Mankind, how to take them and reshape them into Astartes."

Lise smiled as she watched the discussion, smiling lightly when the attention turned to her.

"I am an Interrogator, an Inquisitor in training. I serve my master, and by doing so serve the Imperium. I study combat, and aid him in his investigations. I'm also possessed of a modest Psychic ability.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 15:34
"Hallowed and ancient?" Admiral Cain stated. "Does this mean that you have not had any new innovations in quite some time?" Admiral Cain thought to herself, I thought that Chaos was constant change, yet by the sound of this their chaos is almost static.

She took a drag of her cigerette. Staring at the four Chronosians.

So you worship your own technology, as an extension of the very gods then? She remarks. Does this mean that the gods, since they gave you access to all of these wonderful inventions do not wish you to improve upon them? I do not mean to offend you, so do not take these questions in that light, I am just trying to figure you out.

She puts her cigerette out in a glass ashtray. In the bottom of the tray is a colonial crest, she slowly crushes the flame into it, as the fire goes out.

I would like to talk to you more about your alliance with the empire. It seems to me that the Empire worships the same, how did you put it, "Godless faceless darkness as the jedi do. I understand that they allow you the freedom to worship as you please, and that is a great curtosy that they give you. But in the end the Empire, from what we have learned about them, are two sides of the same coin as the jedi. As such you can see why I am so curious about why you are teamed up with them. In the end, it would make sense, if they ever crushed the jedi, they will come after you. Are you prepared for such innevitability." She says.

Commander Fisk begins to speak. "Your priest here mentioned earlier the enlightenment of our society. What exactly does that entail, this meeting, or would you plan on invading us?"

Commander Fisk as you can tell he seems very paranoid about the aliens.

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In Space:

A small mark II raptor takes off from the Ares and jumps away.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 15:46
"We innovate, but we stick to the most glorious of ancient knowledges, for they stand as our most reliable and glorious. The Gods speak to us, of Change, of glory, but the Mechanicus have a seperate worship. We do not bow to their Machine God, but we allow them to practice.

Much as the Sith do with us. They stood with us for the power and the glory of Humanity before we even turned, but afterwards the Coredians would never tolerate us, not after our Change. So few accept us, the Scions of Chaos." Alexus smirked.

"The Sith will not turn on us, they need us, they need our might and our control and our mastery of War. Without us, they would be severely lacking. As to enlightenment, we bring it even now. My words are divine, my every prounouncement a symbol of enlightenment."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 16:02
Admiral Cain smiles. Please be assured the Twelve Colonies of Kobal will tolerate you. We do not wish you any harm, nor do we wish to get in your way, as long as your Imperium as you call it does not wish to interfere with the establishment of the Twelve Colonies, nor our independance. As long as we can talk without threats or harm, we will show you the same courtesy.

I am shocked however that you seem to worship a similiar set of dieties as we do, granted you put more emphisis on some than we do, and you put less emphisis on others than we do. This is truly unique. Many of the species in this galaxy that we have met seem to be based on the faceless force. Personally the force has never shown itself to our kind, nor offered us incite, unlike the gods. We have many oracles and priests that have the capability of seeing destines and predicting the future.

She smiles, I can see that we can get along fine, as long as the Imperiun does not wish to invade or attempt to remove our society, or place us under your heel.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 16:08
"The Change God is with you if you can see the paths of mens lives. Others would debase themselves with impure worships, Light and Dark, faceless and obscene! We have sworn that the galaxy shall be purged of the heathens. You have seen the faces of our Gods, Admiral. The Inquisitor has shown you what we stand for, what we serve....Do you shrink from that? From their power?"

Alexus smiled lightly, before Anton began to speak.

"It is good to know that we shall be tolerated. And you should know that the Colonies of Kobol and their beliefs shall be accepted by the Imperium. That we shall not harm your people, so long as you stay true to us, and betray us not..."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 16:16
Admiral Cain replies, What I have been shown, is truly terrifying. I am still attempting to understand what it is I was shown. To be put into such a situation does take time to comprehend.

"What do you mean by betray, and be true to you" Commander Fisks asks? Your speech is so vague it is hard to discern at times. The Colonies will stick by our agreement not to attack you, as long as your ships do not attack us. However with the Empire's aggression towards us at the last meeting, with the faction known as Mationsbud, we will not extend this discussion to the empire.

Admiral Cain responds, "Hold up Jack." She then continues, "He does have one valid point, what do you mean by betray?"
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 16:23
"Assurance that you will not turn upon us, or betray us to our enemies. That you would not consort with them in ways that would harm us, or lie to us to facilitate their villainy. Be assured, the enemies of the Imperium are many, and would rob you of all you hold dear merely to strike at us. We would rather not see such occurences come to pass" Anton sighs, almost solemnly.

"It is a sad fact that there are many who cannot be trusted, and many who make mistakes. The Imperial warmachine may not have adapted to your form of vessel, so similar to the hated Blood Foe. But rest assured, we shall correct them."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 16:30
"Assurance that you will not turn upon us, or betray us to our enemies. That you would not consort with them in ways that would harm us, or lie to us to facilitate their villainy. Be assured, the enemies of the Imperium are many, and would rob you of all you hold dear merely to strike at us. We would rather not see such occurences come to pass" Anton sighs, almost solemnly.

"It is a sad fact that there are many who cannot be trusted, and many who make mistakes. The Imperial warmachine may not have adapted to your form of vessel, so similar to the hated Blood Foe. But rest assured, we shall correct them."

We can agree to those terms. Unfortunatly due to the current political turmoil, with you being allied to an aggressive empire, and myself having several allies that are at war with you and the Empire, we can not discuss an alliance. But be assured you have our word, that unless the Imperium breaks this discussion here, the Colonies will not fight or attack you, or betray anythign that you discuss with us to anyone, unless we gain authorization from you to do so. We hold our agreements as law, and we also hold out agreements as an oath to the gods. The only thing we will say is that we have a truce, and that the Colonies will not fire upon the Imperium, without provocation. Is this acceptable. Allies do need to know who their allies will aid them against and who they will not.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 16:45
"Of course, and I am glad that you respect such bonds. You shall make glorious allies of the Imperium." He chuckled lightly, pausing for a moment as though in thought. "You must have more to ask of us. Anything you could wish to know, we shall reveal. Anything at all. You see before you the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Adeptus Astartes, the Tech Priests and the Space Marines...What would you ask of them?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 16:50
Admiral Cain smiles. I wish to know how to design the weapons that you have described especially that planet killing virus that creates a firestorm. Such weapons will surely go a long way to insure the safety and security of the twelve colonies. I am also certain that our doctors would love to find out how you engineered your space marines with so many redundant systems, that is if such system specs and engineering marvels are not classified.

We are also very curious how you devolped this psionic prowness. Was it inherit within your species, or was it devolped by your bio engineers?
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 16:59
"The viral weaponry is rather simple. Genetically engineered virus in storage pods, utilised in an area of effect detonation. A most pleasing dispersal rate, which results in saturation. We use a lot to kill a world." He grins with metal teeth, Ignatius, smirking as though enthralled. "As for the Astartes, the majority of the extra-systems depend upon geneseed. Geneseed maintains their growth, and is collected in each Space Marine for use in his successors." He sighs lightly.

"We grow and implant many of the organs, and then alter them further. Surgery, genetics, psychology. All are reshaped, remade till they are as formidible as Alexus here. We have perfected it over so long...And the Primarchs, well the very existence of such majesty makes it all so easier."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 17:12
Admiral Cain, listens intently looking at the recorder on the center of the table where she is currently located. This information is definetly useful.

Would you be willing she asks to allow us access to the scematics for these items. I am certain the Twelve Colonies would be most interested in this technology. We may even be able to improve upon them over time.

How does your FTL work, how do you break the deminsional barrier between this universe and the others? And what kind of power sources fuel these capabilites?

Since you can read her surface thoughts, you can tell she is interested in Lise, Lise reminds her of herself when she was younger, although seemingly much more niave. Then again she thought this "innocence" is most likely a front to get people to let their guard down.
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 17:25
A vessel of the Imperial Republic enters Colonial space, protected by a squadron of starfighters. It is a science vessel, sent by the Coredians because the Colonials have been having trouble with some of the technology given to them, most notably planetary shield generators. It is imperative that the generators get online, for recent Colonial/Imperial interaction has not been good lately.

Dr. Kevin Carter is the lead delegate to the Colonies. An expert on shield geometrics, the man was a good choice to be sent to the nation. So far, nothing is out of the ordinary as he waits for the Colonials to reply.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 17:57
On board the Picion Defense Platform, Orbiting the Planet Picon

All was quiet as usual. Standard Cargo ships taking off the planet and returning, everything was normal. Tensions were high politically on Caprica though, since the Adama peace treaty was approved by a vote of 7-5. Many of the Citzens of the Twelve Colonies felt the cylons should be wiped off the face of the galaxy, luckily however President Adar saw the wisdom against such action.

Riots initally happened after the peace accord was struck, and many civilians took it upon themselves to attack their new cylon brothers and sisters as they landed at the dock. Many people were arrested, some were shot, but the cylons did learn one thing, the government kept it's word. Over the many months that followed the inital peace pact, progress was made. Cylons were being hired for jobs, and even a few were accepted into the Colonial Military Academy. The progress was a long one, but it seemed the hope of true unification was at hand, and the cylon dream of living along side humanity as equals, although truly a long way off was begining to come to fruitation. One mathematician theorized that by the end of the current generation, the hatred between the colonials and the cylons should pass. Change is slow but steady.

Cylon and Human scientists using a hybrid of the two technologies. Although they advanced the understanding of the alien technologies, they were far from perfected.

On the Orbital Platform, new draidus contacts were spotted.

This is the Picion Orbital Defense Platform to the Coredian Ships. What is your destination and cargo?

One of the young officers on board look atthe draidus screen. Sir they have a squadron of fighters along with them.

The officer in charge replied, "They are probably taking the neccessary precautions. The galaxy is a very dangerous place.

Moments later a Colonial Raptor jumps into Caprica's orbit. The raptor, a Mark II begins to signal Caprica on general channels.

Colonial Defense Forces Command this is Raptor one from the Battlestar Ares. We have made first contact with the Chronosians. They so far have yet to prove hostile. Be advised Admiral Cain has begun negotations with them.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 18:42
"We would be far more comfortable to have you work with our technology in the presence of trained members of the Mechanicus" Anton intoned over Ignatius' almost spluttered outcries of heresy at the very thought of improving upon Imperial technology.

"We rend through the fabric of existence using warp drives, and negotiate our way through the Immaterium by the use of Navigators, a very specification mutation-evolution of Mankind. Each Imperial vessel is powered by a Plasma Reactor, which also powers the great Titans, the Mechanicus' God-Machines." He chuckled lightly.

"We have much need for power and lack not in the ability to produce it."
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 18:48
This is the Picion Orbital Defense Platform to the Coredian Ships. What is your destination and cargo?

One of the young officers on board look atthe draidus screen. Sir they have a squadron of fighters along with them.

The officer in charge replied, "They are probably taking the neccessary precautions. The galaxy is a very dangerous place.
"This is Coredian Science Vessal Thermodynamics. Your government has requested that our government aid them on a need-to-know project they're conducting. Please notify your superiors that we have arrived." Dr. Carter replied. "Our cargo includes several power generators that they will need for said project."

Indeed, the Colonial sensors will detect the faint signs of generators powerful enough to power planetary shield generators.

OOC: Do I get to intercept that message to Caprica or will I be notified later that you have made contact with the Chronosians?
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 19:00
OOC: It was a general message, so you can intercept it if you wish.

The Colonial Platform after a few minutes replies

Coredian Vessel Thermodynamics, you have been cleared to land at the military instilation north of New Caprica City. You may land at your leasure.

THe com traffic in the area had increased ten fold. Some of the messages concerned the Coredian vessels approaching, and men being told to get into formation for the meet and greet. Others were more concerned about the new first contact situation.

The Raptor began to land at the Caprican Military base.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 19:06
"We would be far more comfortable to have you work with our technology in the presence of trained members of the Mechanicus" Anton intoned over Ignatius' almost spluttered outcries of heresy at the very thought of improving upon Imperial technology.

"We rend through the fabric of existence using warp drives, and negotiate our way through the Immaterium by the use of Navigators, a very specification mutation-evolution of Mankind. Each Imperial vessel is powered by a Plasma Reactor, which also powers the great Titans, the Mechanicus' God-Machines." He chuckled lightly.

"We have much need for power and lack not in the ability to produce it."

In order to allow that, Admiral Cain, I will need permission from the Colonial Defense Forces, as well as presidental authorization. Please understand, the location of our colonies is highly classified, as well as our research lab. I do not personnally have a problem with the suggestion that you have made, but my orders are clear. Under no circumstances without prior permission given are we to disclose any treaties, or agreements that will reveal the Twelve Colonies to a foreign government.
Chronosia
22-03-2007, 19:12
"There is always the chance that we could provide you with a research facility upon one of our many Forge Worlds, entire worlds given over to the Mechanicus and their glorious art." He chuckled. "We have so much to offer you, and so much that we can gain from each other.

All we need do is place trust in each other"
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 19:15
OOC: It was a general message, so you can intercept it if you wish.
OOC: I'd like to be notified after we land. Check TGs.

The Colonial Platform after a few minutes replies

Coredian Vessel Thermodynamics, you have been cleared to land at the military instilation north of New Caprica City. You may land at your leasure.

THe com traffic in the area had increased ten fold. Some of the messages concerned the Coredian vessels approaching, and men being told to get into formation for the meet and greet. Others were more concerned about the new first contact situation.

The Raptor began to land at the Caprican Military base.
The 500 meter science vessel started descending towards the military base along with the starfighters. The comms officer noted increased traffic and hints about another first-contact situation.

Dr. Carter hoped that the Colonies didn't run into anything nasty as the Thermodynamics landed on a pad prepared for it and opened the cargo bay doors to let out the techies and stuff.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 19:47
As you landed, a full color guard was stationed at the landing bay. Two coloumn rows, leading to one officer in the end.

As your main personnal land, the officer walks up to you.

I am Major Vixon, she states, offering her hand to you. I am glad you have come, we have been having a problems trying to get the shield generator online. It seems our power supplies are ineffeciant at making a stable shield that can stand up to much impact. This is a growing concern, especially since we just recieved word that the Battlestar Ares has made first contact with the Chronosians. The pilot swears they have just negotated a truce between our worlds, but we would prefer to be safer than sorry.

Also we have lost contact with the Battlestar Orion and Gunstar Solarflare. All attempts to jump into the sector they were in have failed. It is very disturbing since at last report they were monotering a battle between some small society and the Galactic Empire.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 19:48
"There is always the chance that we could provide you with a research facility upon one of our many Forge Worlds, entire worlds given over to the Mechanicus and their glorious art." He chuckled. "We have so much to offer you, and so much that we can gain from each other.

All we need do is place trust in each other"


Admiral Cain replies, I will have to speak to the ministry of defence on this matter. We will need their authorization. Please understand and have patience with us she states, our government is full of buerocrats, who love to make the tape market over inflated by saturating us with red tape. Needless to say, I will give them my endorsement to set up a few officers on a research planet of your choice.
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 20:00
As you landed, a full color guard was stationed at the landing bay. Two coloumn rows, leading to one officer in the end.

As your main personnal land, the officer walks up to you.

I am Major Vixon, she states, offering her hand to you. I am glad you have come, we have been having a problems trying to get the shield generator online. It seems our power supplies are ineffeciant at making a stable shield that can stand up to much impact. This is a growing concern, especially since we just recieved word that the Battlestar Ares has made first contact with the Chronosians. The pilot swears they have just negotated a truce between our worlds, but we would prefer to be safer than sorry.

Also we have lost contact with the Battlestar Orion and Gunstar Solarflare. All attempts to jump into the sector they were in have failed. It is very disturbing since at last report they were monotering a battle between some small society and the Galactic Empire.
Dr. Carter looked frightened at the mention of the Chronosians. "In that case, if you'll lead us to your generator, we can help you get started. As a backup, we have brought our own independent power generators just in case yours don't work. They're low maintenance fusion generators, but we do need to teach you how to take care of them."

Techies were sweating over a huge box that contains a generator. The repulserlift reduced the weight, but not that much. It would have to be taken by a truck or something. There were five other generators that would have to be moved as well, one for each generator on the Twelve Colonies (although the other six will need to be ordered once the first six are set up and working well).
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 21:34
Major Vixon answers, lets move it over to this raptor over there. From there we can attempt to move it to a the location of your choice. We just tried to hook up the shield to the power station, as we do with everyother station in the city. We were able to make a great city shield, but the power source was not enough for an effective planet wide shield. If you like we can fly your technicians to the Power plant, but I think it will be a waste of time.

She thinks to herself , how did the Chronosians find us at the secret testing area in space.
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 21:45
Major Vixon answers, lets move it over to this raptor over there. From there we can attempt to move it to a the location of your choice. We just tried to hook up the shield to the power station, as we do with everyother station in the city. We were able to make a great city shield, but the power source was not enough for an effective planet wide shield. If you like we can fly your technicians to the Power plant, but I think it will be a waste of time.

She thinks to herself , how did the Chronosians find us at the secret testing area in space.

Hmm. From what he's saying, the power stations have enough power to produce theater shields, but strategic shields seem out of their range unless they use stations from elsewhere.

"Have you tried drawing power from other stations?" Dr. Carter asked as the techies huffed and puffed and moved the box over to the Raptor.
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 21:57
Major Vixon replies, "It was discussed, but in order to do that, we will be comprimising power from other needed areas in such a time, such as hosptials, Military bases, and fallout shelters. Even with such power systems, we have theorized using the data gathered during the final cylon battle, that it would take six hours for the shield to fail under a battlegroup like the one that you sent to aid us. That is far from a true success.

She asks the doctor, how do your power generators work, what is their fuel source? She also seemed nervous, but not about your presence, about something else. The raptor begins to lift off. It struggles at first under the payload for a minute then takes off into the sky. Where would you like me to set this down, she asked?
CoreWorlds
22-03-2007, 22:17
Major Vixon replies, "It was discussed, but in order to do that, we will be comprimising power from other needed areas in such a time, such as hosptials, Military bases, and fallout shelters. Even with such power systems, we have theorized using the data gathered during the final cylon battle, that it would take six hours for the shield to fail under a battlegroup like the one that you sent to aid us. That is far from a true success.

She asks the doctor, how do your power generators work, what is their fuel source? She also seemed nervous, but not about your presence, about something else. The raptor begins to lift off. It struggles at first under the payload for a minute then takes off into the sky. Where would you like me to set this down, she asked?
"They are highly efficient fusion generators, with the main fuel being hydrogen. As you can see from their size, the generator is very powerful and is the kind we normally use for our shields. If you'll set it down near the shield generator, that'll be good." Dr. Carter said. He noticed the nervousness. "Is there something wrong?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-03-2007, 22:26
She looks almsot startled when you ask if something is wrong. "Um, no everything is quite alright. This is just a new situation, for all of us. It is hard to get your mind around many of the new discoveries. Also the new peace accord is a bit troubling. We just do not know what to do we have been at war for so long, as I am sure you can understand. I also have a brother on the Ares, so I am naturally a bit worried about him."

The ship lands next to the colonial constructed plentary shield generator. SO far as you can tell it is designed identical to the schematics that you provided the colonies. They have not tinkered with it... yet.

As the ship lands and the doors open, four marine guards come to investigate. Major Vixon comes out, "it is ok, these are coredian technicians here to aid us in preparing the shield generators. You are hereby ordered to help them out in anyway, and to protect them at all costs."
Orthodox Gnosticism
23-03-2007, 15:51
Admiral Cain looks at the Inquisitor of the Chronosian Imperium. However it would be desirable to have one representitive of your Imperium to meet with the diplomats of the Colonies of Kobal. Since we can not meet on the Colonies, perhaps instead we can arrange a sit down talk about what we have dicussed here.

She put her hands to her head. The Chaos that you showed her, was still giving her a headache.

Admiral Cain then states. I take it that all of you represent the different factions and sects within your society. How exactly do you place your structure, and commands? Under you Inquisitor, who is incharge of the Space marine, or the tech priest?
CoreWorlds
23-03-2007, 17:02
She looks almsot startled when you ask if something is wrong. "Um, no everything is quite alright. This is just a new situation, for all of us. It is hard to get your mind around many of the new discoveries. Also the new peace accord is a bit troubling. We just do not know what to do we have been at war for so long, as I am sure you can understand. I also have a brother on the Ares, so I am naturally a bit worried about him."

The ship lands next to the colonial constructed plentary shield generator. SO far as you can tell it is designed identical to the schematics that you provided the colonies. They have not tinkered with it... yet.

As the ship lands and the doors open, four marine guards come to investigate. Major Vixon comes out, "it is ok, these are coredian technicians here to aid us in preparing the shield generators. You are hereby ordered to help them out in anyway, and to protect them at all costs."
"All right. Let's get started then." Dr. Carter rubbed his hands. The Coredian techies huffed and puffed and tore the box open, revealing a series of bulb-shaped objects that will need to be connected together. A big book of instructions fell onto the ground with a *poomp*.

The Dr. picked up the book and opened it to the first page, instructing everyone to set up the reactor exactly as the instructions say. It would take a few hours.
Chronosia
23-03-2007, 18:41
Admiral Cain looks at the Inquisitor of the Chronosian Imperium. However it would be desirable to have one representitive of your Imperium to meet with the diplomats of the Colonies of Kobal. Since we can not meet on the Colonies, perhaps instead we can arrange a sit down talk about what we have dicussed here.

She put her hands to her head. The Chaos that you showed her, was still giving her a headache.

Admiral Cain then states. I take it that all of you represent the different factions and sects within your society. How exactly do you place your structure, and commands? Under you Inquisitor, who is incharge of the Space marine, or the tech priest?

"As an Inquisitor I am subject to the rules of my Order and of the Primarchs, and the Emperor beyond them. I am capable, however, of assuming authority over an lesser heirarchies. All answer, in the end, to the divine will of the Emperor, beloved by all."

He chuckles, almost softly, almost dismissively.

"I can sentence whole worlds to death and force whole armies to their knees with nothing but words. I can command respect and fear across the whole span of the Imperium. But I believe that in this case a higher power is required. You ought to meet an Imperial Primarch...Or ideally, the Emperor himself."
Orthodox Gnosticism
25-03-2007, 14:40
"As an Inquisitor I am subject to the rules of my Order and of the Primarchs, and the Emperor beyond them. I am capable, however, of assuming authority over an lesser heirarchies. All answer, in the end, to the divine will of the Emperor, beloved by all."

He chuckles, almost softly, almost dismissively.

"I can sentence whole worlds to death and force whole armies to their knees with nothing but words. I can command respect and fear across the whole span of the Imperium. But I believe that in this case a higher power is required. You ought to meet an Imperial Primarch...Or ideally, the Emperor himself."

"I see, Admiral Cain replied." So you are akin toa general or Admiral yourself then. She smiles, to that I can completely understand, which would make these fine people, your staff."

Commander Fisk looked at the Admiral with some concern, what was she about to do?

Admiral Cain replied, THis Emperor, that you mention is it the Emperor of the Galactic Empire, or your Emperor? EIther way if you think it is prudent, I will accompany you to meet him or her.

Commander Fisk replied, "Sir I do not think that is wise, we can not take the battlestar into known territory without government approval.

Admiral Cain replied, no I did not mean that the Ares will go. " Instead I wish that you leave one of your aids onboard the ares to meet with the offical Quorium Delegate, and I will accompany you to Chronosian space."

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Meanwhile on Caprica,

A few hours later the Coredian and Colonials finally get the power supply operational.

Dr. Harin, the colonial chief technician for shield generator 001, looks at the new power source. " A powersource that runs off hydrogen. What a fantastic idea, he stated. I can not wait to study this power generator, but in the mean time, we should begin to test out the systems.

He picked up the com set. The phone slippes in this hand, as his hands were covered in sweat. He was not used to too much manual labor, but in such uneasy times, this new defense would be the lifesaver of the colonies.

As he speaks into the com, wiping his brow, begin shield test.

Moments later the Power generator comes to life. A blue beam shoots into the sky and covers the entire atmospphere.

Dr. Harin begins to look at the panels. "100 % coverage, no anomalies, no spikes in the power coils. This is amazing, he stated."

Dr. Harin looked to Dr. Carter," This is fantastic, On behalf of the colonies, I would like to thank you, this is a fantastic gift, you have bestowed upon us."
Chronosia
25-03-2007, 15:06
"The true Emperor, the master of all the stars and all the scattered shards of Mankind who dwell about them. He is the lord of Chronosia, the Scion of Chaos, Lord of Lords, King of Kings and Lord of Hosts. The divine Emperor, Remiel De Drakan. Blessed is his name." Anton snarls his devotion in a Chronosian growl, the faint hints of a battle-cant in his voice. "My Interrogator shall accompany you to meet your Quoram. You shall come with me, into the presence of a living God."

He chuckles lightly, almost savoring his devotion, his zeal, his dedication.

"My Lord will be eager to meet you. He knows when he has found good allies, true humans of fine stock." He lets a flash of white teeth escape the flesh of his face. "You are welcome, Admiral, to accompany me to our hallowed homeland. Chronosia Prime. The first and greatest of the Chronosian Core Worlds, and the first among Daemon Worlds."
Orthodox Gnosticism
25-03-2007, 15:31
Commander Fisk looks at the admiral, in complete shock. "What has come over her? he wondered. "The Admiral would normally never leave the ship, let alone trust people who their lawful allies are currently at war with. What happened earlier that could have changed her mind. He decided to speak up.

Admiral sir, you have a lot of responsibilites on the ship, is it wise for you to leave, to meet with the head of a government without direct authority from the Quorium or the President? Commander Fisk said with a concerned voice.

Admiral Cain replies, "Yes Jack it is. The Quorium had no idea we would meet them. They did not have a clue that they would act the way they have, an promise to make us into a much more powerful society better able to protect us from our enemies. You are in command Jack, and prepare a Raptor to go to the Colonies, and another to take me to the CHronosian Vessel. Have whatever delegates listen to the transcript of this meeting first, and safeguard our guest. Once I am onboard the pilot will take back off for the Ares."

She turns to the Inquisitor, when are you ready to leave.

Commander Fisk replies, "Yes sir." He looked worried, about his Admiral. Granted he knew she was a cold blooded bitch, but this game of hers is going a bit too far he thought to himself. Commander Fisk reported to the CIC immediatly.

Have two raptors prepared, one to jump to caprica, with all of the details of this meeting, and also request official diplomatic aid, as one of our guests will be staying a while. The Admiral is going to talk with their emperor.

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5 minutes later a mark II raptor takes off for Caprica. In a second it is gone. A moment later above Caprica the Mark II raptor enters Caprica's orbit.

This is Raptor II, from the Battlestar Ares, requesting permission to land immediatly. Admiral Cain is going to meet the Chronosian Emperor, and the Battlestar Ares will hold it's position. Please be advised, the Chronosian Vessel is leaving behind a guest to represent them.

Meanwhile at the Shield Generator, the radio scanner that monitors all communication traffic has picked up the signal. The radio is neccessary for the protection of the Colonies, as it allows those on the planet real time access to what is happening in space.

"Dr. Harin," one young officer reports, "we have an unusual message. It appears Admiral Cain is going to meet with the Chronosian Emperor personnally. The Ares will maintain it's position in sector 3201-B, at the testing grounds. We have been ordered to prepare the shield in case it is a ambush and to be on standby."

Dr. Harin looks at Dr. Carter. " It would seem your arrival was right in the nick of time." Within a second the plentary shield is turned off so Raptor II could land at the Military instaliation in Caprica City.
CoreWorlds
25-03-2007, 19:30
Meanwhile on Caprica,

A few hours later the Coredian and Colonials finally get the power supply operational.

Dr. Harin, the colonial chief technician for shield generator 001, looks at the new power source. " A powersource that runs off hydrogen. What a fantastic idea, he stated. I can not wait to study this power generator, but in the mean time, we should begin to test out the systems.

He picked up the com set. The phone slippes in this hand, as his hands were covered in sweat. He was not used to too much manual labor, but in such uneasy times, this new defense would be the lifesaver of the colonies.

As he speaks into the com, wiping his brow, begin shield test.

Moments later the Power generator comes to life. A blue beam shoots into the sky and covers the entire atmospphere.

Dr. Harin begins to look at the panels. "100 % coverage, no anomalies, no spikes in the power coils. This is amazing, he stated."

Dr. Harin looked to Dr. Carter," This is fantastic, On behalf of the colonies, I would like to thank you, this is a fantastic gift, you have bestowed upon us."
"You're welcome. And to top it alll, you can sustain an orbital bombardment for several weeks, give or take a day." Dr. Carter grinned. "More if you pour all your power into the shields."

Of course, if the Death Star comes by, it's all over, but let's not add to their worries. One of the techies thought.

5 minutes later a mark II raptor takes off for Caprica. In a second it is gone. A moment later above Caprica the Mark II raptor enters Caprica's orbit.

This is Raptor II, from the Battlestar Ares, requesting permission to land immediatly. Admiral Cain is going to meet the Chronosian Emperor, and the Battlestar Ares will hold it's position. Please be advised, the Chronosian Vessel is leaving behind a guest to represent them.

Meanwhile at the Shield Generator, the radio scanner that monitors all communication traffic has picked up the signal. The radio is neccessary for the protection of the Colonies, as it allows those on the planet real time access to what is happening in space.

"Dr. Harin," one young officer reports, "we have an unusual message. It appears Admiral Cain is going to meet with the Chronosian Emperor personnally. The Ares will maintain it's position in sector 3201-B, at the testing grounds. We have been ordered to prepare the shield in case it is a ambush and to be on standby."

Dr. Harin looks at Dr. Carter. " It would seem your arrival was right in the nick of time." Within a second the plentary shield is turned off so Raptor II could land at the Military instaliation in Caprica City.
The euphoria disappeared as soon as word that the Chronosian Emperor will meet one of the Colonies' admirals.

"Are you certain?" Dr. Carter breathed. Nods came to him. "I see. I highly recommend not meeting Remiel de Drakan. He will indeed promise you power, but it is always at a cost. Believe me when I tell you that you don't want the Chronosians to take a step further into the Colonies. The last time the Chronosians made its move (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=497421), it was an underdeveloped world that nearly fell to the thrall of Chaos, the lives of that world's simple people sacrificed to feed the ravenous Gods. And I mean actual human sacrifice. Emperor Masaki's efforts saved the survivors, but that world would never be the same again."

Dr. Carter shook his head. "So, how many of your planets have the shield generator now?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
25-03-2007, 19:45
Dr. Harin replies, Eleven of the twelve Colonies have shield generators. Aerelon still has massive radiation from the Nuclear fall out and as such was deemed inappropriate to build one until the radiation in the atmosphere dissapates.

The euphoria disappeared as soon as word that the Chronosian Emperor will meet one of the Colonies' admirals.

"Are you certain?" Dr. Carter breathed. Nods came to him. "I see. I highly recommend not meeting Remiel de Drakan. He will indeed promise you power, but it is always at a cost. Believe me when I tell you that you don't want the Chronosians to take a step further into the Colonies. The last time the Chronosians made its move, it was an underdeveloped world that nearly fell to the thrall of Chaos, the lives of that world's simple people sacrificed to feed the ravenous Gods. And I mean actual human sacrifice. Emperor Masaki's efforts saved the survivors, but that world would never be the same again."


Dr. Harin looks shocked at the Coredian statements.

"I do not think that Admiral Cain will allow the Chronosians access to the colonies. The report said that the Ares was holding position at it's location and to send a diplomatic core. I also know that location of the Twelve Colonies is highly classified. If she were to give that location away she would be court martialed and put to death, under charges of Espionage and Treason. Surely she would not be that crazy, but just in case we should begin to prepare the other shield generators.

Over the Military secure channel in the Shield Generator
The Quorium has dispatched a diplomat to the Coredian civilization to apprise them of the situation, as well to the Battlestar Ares. Please prepare to lower the planetary shield immediatly. Access code *********-*****-*****-***


Dr. Harin replies, ok lower the shield immediatly. An officer pushes a few of the control functions as it lowers itself.

A beautiful woman with black hair appears on the Television, under her image is a bullitin *Breaking News*


We interrupt your regular show to bring you a breaking news report. Another cylon seems to be with child. This makes the 23rd known case across the twelve colonies. Scientist are still baffled by this, as they can not understand how machines can give birth. We will now direct you to your regularily scheduled program
Chronosia
26-03-2007, 10:51
They were safely back on the Chronosian vessel, its primary dock an immense cavernous edifice, gleaming with dark technology. Tech-priests chittered debased cants in their binary language as they attended to the Machine Spirits about the dock, uncaring as the Inquisitor and his guest strode through the docking bay.

"Here-" He gestured to one side. "You can see a Thunderhawk gunship, commonly used to transport Astartes. Armed, as you will see. Beautifully efficient for our needs." He chuckled lightly. "I would invite you, Admiral, to join me upon the bridge. Perhaps you would like to witness, first hand, a Warp Translation?" He flashed her an almost feral grin.

"The Gods willing, we shall reach Chronosia Prime swiftly. The currents are favorable so the Navigator tells me, a wonderfully interesting deviation he is....And the Astropathic relays have transmitted the news of your imminent arrival to Chronosia Prime. The Emperor is thrilled to have the honor."
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-03-2007, 16:09
They were safely back on the Chronosian vessel, its primary dock an immense cavernous edifice, gleaming with dark technology. Tech-priests chittered debased cants in their binary language as they attended to the Machine Spirits about the dock, uncaring as the Inquisitor and his guest strode through the docking bay.

"Here-" He gestured to one side. "You can see a Thunderhawk gunship, commonly used to transport Astartes. Armed, as you will see. Beautifully efficient for our needs." He chuckled lightly. "I would invite you, Admiral, to join me upon the bridge. Perhaps you would like to witness, first hand, a Warp Translation?" He flashed her an almost feral grin.

"The Gods willing, we shall reach Chronosia Prime swiftly. The currents are favorable so the Navigator tells me, a wonderfully interesting deviation he is....And the Astropathic relays have transmitted the news of your imminent arrival to Chronosia Prime. The Emperor is thrilled to have the honor."


Admiral Cain walked into the Chronosian Vessel. Everywhere around her was the smell of burning incense. Her nose burned fromthe putrid smell as she walked off the flight deck.

As she looked at the Thunder hawk gunship, she could not help but to admire the style within the ship. "Very impressive." she stated. "What kind of armament and defensive capabilities do they possess?"

As she continued to look around, she could not help but to notice all of the vile cybernetics in the crew, especailly of those called tech priests. Their very cybernetics reminded her of her most hated enemy, and of the foolish peace treaty that the colonies signed. They were the very incarnation of the machine, one that she hated. She however was intellegent enough to keep her mouth shut, and her thoughts to a minimum.

As the Inquisitor invited her to the bridge, she noded. I would be honored she stated to join you on the bridge. It will be very interesting to see how your ship functions, as well as your FTL drives. Tell me she says, does this ship in FTL stay within our reality, or go into another?"

Upon hearing that the Emperor was honored at her presence, Admiral Cain smiled, slighltly. This was a species that seemed to respect strength, and strength was one commodity that she had in abundance.

"I look forward to meeting him as well." she replies.

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In Orbit above Konoha

A Mark II raptor jumps into orbit. On board was not the usual Lt., but instead a Commander of the Colonial Navy.

To the Coredian Military installation, this is Raptor II of the Colonies of Kobal. We request to immediatly land. We have a matter to discuss of the utmost importance, please respond.

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Near the Battlestar Ares

A FTL jump is formed off the bow of the Battlestar Ares. Out of the bright flash, the battlestar Columbia appears.

Ares Actual this is Columbia Actual. We have orders for you to stay in your current location. Do not change course, or move. We have a diplomatic team on board to hear what the Chronosian Representitive has to say. You are hearby ordered to cease all diplomatic contact until the civilian''s have boarded the ship.
Chronosia
26-03-2007, 16:22
"Heavy Bolters, Lascannons. Many manners of arms can be fitted to it." He mentioned as they continued onwards "Plus the armor is thick. A bulky vessel, but it serves its purpose."

He continued to speak. "We use our drives to tear into the Immaterium, the Empyrean, the realm of the Gods themselves, and through the Warp we move to our destination upon its tides. The Bridge will come as quite a shock to you, I'd imagine...And it is good that you honor the Emperor. He has much that he can teach you, if you accept and embrace him." A flicker of a smile.

The bridge was an immense room, yawning like a cathedral. From a central throne, bound as one with the vessel itself, the Captain directed the function of the vessel. Several high ranking uniformed officers stood about the command throne as the vox rasped and hissed at them. Hooded adepts slaved at countless terminals, some integrated entirely into the vessel. Incense burned and sputtered, runes flickered upomn consoles and walls, banners of dried skin bore sigils of blasphemous allegience to Chaos. Skulls lined the perch before the viewscreen, taken from captured foes. Some were gilded. Signs of victory. Symbols of strength.

"Welcome, Admiral."
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-03-2007, 18:26
Admiral Cain stepped forward. She replies, "It is my pleasure captain."

As she looks around the bridge, the Admiral has mixed feelings of admiration and horror. THe cathedral style of the bridge, the size and structure was one tha tshould be admired. However the bridge was slightly cold, and with the "trophies" of skulls the Chronosians, she felt disgust. However she showed no sign of these feelings on her face. She seemed cold as a statue.

"You really have fantastic architecture". she replies. "Tell me how did you learn of this warp, and your gods?"

Admiral Cain wraps her arms in front of her chest. Might I say, do all of your ships have such a temple style features to them? Are these ships a place fo worship for you?"

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Onboard the Battlestar Ares, Commander Fisk walks back intothe neeting room, accompanied by a man, wearing a long black trenchcoat, and a Black suit, with a blue tie. On his face he is wearing a pair of rimless sunglasses, tinted gray. James is a tall man, brown hair. He appears to be in his late 20's to early 30's. He walks into the room and smiles at Lise.

"I am Mr. Foxner." He smiles, as he takes off his sunglasses. "You may call me James."

Commander Fisk sat back down, and stared at Lise.

James replies, " Tell me, Lise, is that correct, what is your position in the Chronosian Imperium, and what authority do you have?"

James picks up a glass and fills it with water. HE then sets it on the table, without looking at it.
Chronosia
26-03-2007, 18:48
"We have always known of the Warp. Since the first age of the Imperium when Marcus De Drakan took us from hallowed Terra, Earth, and brought us forth to the stars. He showed us the warp, but scarcely touched on the horrors that dwelt there...It was only with the Fall that we truly understood, truly comprehended the Gods.

We were lain low, and then made exaltant. Chaos touched us and took us, shaped us into our glory! We rose, triumphant, masters of the Warp, scions of the Gods!" He chuckled.

"Not all of our vessels are as grand or as styled as temples. Some have entire temples within them. The flagship of the Warmaster or the Emperor have such features. We dedicate entire worlds to Chaos, make them our temples. Temples as vast as cities, covering entire worlds..."

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Lise smiles lightly, almost flatteringly. "I am Interrogator Lise Vias, marked with the authority of Inquisitor Anton. To speak in his name and in the name of the Imperium. He has placed his trust in me, and I shall not fail him."
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-03-2007, 19:29
"We have always known of the Warp. Since the first age of the Imperium when Marcus De Drakan took us from hallowed Terra, Earth, and brought us forth to the stars. He showed us the warp, but scarcely touched on the horrors that dwelt there...It was only with the Fall that we truly understood, truly comprehended the Gods.

We were lain low, and then made exaltant. Chaos touched us and took us, shaped us into our glory! We rose, triumphant, masters of the Warp, scions of the Gods!" He chuckled."

Admiral Cain turned her head in complete shock. "Earth, she remarks, Did you say you originated on Earth?" She thought to herself 'My gods, can this be true, another reminant of the 13th colony. How did they become what they are today.'

Admiral Cain replied, "What happened to you during this fall, how in fact did you fall?"

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James smiled, almost in a flirting way. It is truly a pleasure, he smiled. Tell me Lise, may I call you Lise? The Civilian government would like to know a few things, if that is ok.

James pulled out a series of papers. We have some second hand intellegence on your civilization, and we wish to know what is true, and what is not.

First off we have recieved a report that you do literal blood scarifices to your God, and Emperor is this true? Is it also true that you have destroyed countless worlds that have not fully embraced your religious ideology?

From the transcripts he read on the flight to the Ares, he felt this type of questioning would be respected amongst the Chronosian representitive.
CoreWorlds
26-03-2007, 21:43
Dr. Harin replies, Eleven of the twelve Colonies have shield generators. Aerelon still has massive radiation from the Nuclear fall out and as such was deemed inappropriate to build one until the radiation in the atmosphere dissapates.



Dr. Harin looks shocked at the Coredian statements.

"I do not think that Admiral Cain will allow the Chronosians access to the colonies. The report said that the Ares was holding position at it's location and to send a diplomatic core. I also know that location of the Twelve Colonies is highly classified. If she were to give that location away she would be court martialed and put to death, under charges of Espionage and Treason. Surely she would not be that crazy, but just in case we should begin to prepare the other shield generators.
"Yes, I believe we should. To be frank, I only brought five more, as my ship couldn't take any more. I'll have to order the rest." Dr. Carter said.

To the Coredian Military installation, this is Raptor II of the Colonies of Kobal. We request to immediatly land. We have a matter to discuss of the utmost importance, please respond.
A matter of utmost importance means that the Hokage herself will have to handle this matter.

"Very well, Raptor II, please land at a place we have specially designated for you, as you seem to frequent us." The Raptor was given a special transponder signal just for them. Now the Colonies have their own spot to land at. "An escort will be waiting for you."
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-03-2007, 21:49
The crew was kind of shocked yet honored. A specific landing site. We have only come three or four times.

Commander Hallen responded over the wireless "Roger that landing at designated landing coordinates.

As they landed, and got out of the raptor, Commander Hallen, left with a briefcase full of notes. She wore the dress colonial uniform and had dark skin, and black hair. She smiled to the escort as she got out.

I have been requested to inform your military that one of our Admirals has decided to leave the Battlestar that had a first contact situation with the Chronosians. So far it has been a peaceful contact, she responded, but we would like to know what to expect from the Chronosians. If or when the Admiral returns, will she be a danger? We have here the technical schematics aquired during the meeting from our holographic recorders. We wish to know what danger has this Admiral if any has placed the Colonies in. We also wish to advice you that we have a Chronosian representitive onboardthe Battlestar Ares as we speak. We have sent in one of our new diplomats, to coordinate the meeting. As a safety precausion we have set up a resurrection tank near by for him, in case the meeting turns hostile.

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On Caprica

Dr. Harin replies, That is perfect. We do appreciate the assistance that you have given us, and we truly admire your friendship with the us. This has been a dramatic few years, he stated. Our colonies are in a social revolution, however peaceful it is, and with these new enemies, all of this help is greatly appreciated. Tell me how has your progress on the FTL jump drive come?
CoreWorlds
26-03-2007, 22:07
The crew was kind of shocked yet honored. A specific landing site. We have only come three or four times.

Commander Hallen responded over the wireless "Roger that landing at designated landing coordinates.

As they landed, and got out of the raptor, Commander Hallen, left with a briefcase full of notes. She wore the dress colonial uniform and had dark skin, and black hair. She smiled to the escort as she got out.

I have been requested to inform your military that one of our Admirals has decided to leave the Battlestar that had a first contact situation with the Chronosians. So far it has been a peaceful contact, she responded, but we would like to know what to expect from the Chronosians. If or when the Admiral returns, will she be a danger? We have here the technical schematics aquired during the meeting from our holographic recorders. We wish to know what danger has this Admiral if any has placed the Colonies in. We also wish to advice you that we have a Chronosian representitive onboardthe Battlestar Ares as we speak. We have sent in one of our new diplomats, to coordinate the meeting. As a safety precausion we have set up a resurrection tank near by for him, in case the meeting turns hostile.
"Is that so? Let me notify the Hokage, then." The escort-nin said. "She has more information on what to expect from the Chronosians."

The shinobi went to call the basics in and got a reply. "She'll be ready to recieve you in ten minutes. Please come into the speeder."

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On Caprica

Dr. Harin replies, That is perfect. We do appreciate the assistance that you have given us, and we truly admire your friendship with the us. This has been a dramatic few years, he stated. Our colonies are in a social revolution, however peaceful it is, and with these new enemies, all of this help is greatly appreciated. Tell me how has your progress on the FTL jump drive come?
"Oh, I believe there's a few kinks to work out with the jump drive, but otherwise, progress is going smoothly." Dr. Carter said. "Our very own Rina Masaki is working on it."
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-03-2007, 22:27
Commander Hallen steps into the speeder. She was unsure about it at first, as it did not have any wheels, yet the repulsion vechile seemed sturdy enough, and was certainly quick enough for her taste.

She knew that such a fast vechile however was neccessary. Her mission was vital. The Colonies needed to know what Admiral Cain's contact would mean for their future, and for their existance. One thing was for certain, the Colonies, no matter what the outcome would never be the same.
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 01:38
Admiral Cain turned her head in complete shock. "Earth, she remarks, Did you say you originated on Earth?" She thought to herself 'My gods, can this be true, another reminant of the 13th colony. How did they become what they are today.'

Admiral Cain replied, "What happened to you during this fall, how in fact did you fall?"

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James smiled, almost in a flirting way. It is truly a pleasure, he smiled. Tell me Lise, may I call you Lise? The Civilian government would like to know a few things, if that is ok.

James pulled out a series of papers. We have some second hand intellegence on your civilization, and we wish to know what is true, and what is not.

First off we have recieved a report that you do literal blood scarifices to your God, and Emperor is this true? Is it also true that you have destroyed countless worlds that have not fully embraced your religious ideology?

From the transcripts he read on the flight to the Ares, he felt this type of questioning would be respected amongst the Chronosian representitive.

"We do indeed come from Earth. The Emperor rescued us, the original Emperor that is, and brought us to the stars. To the Chronosian homeworlds. There, we built our new society. we allied with the Sith and commited ourselves to their war.

But we were betrayed, and Chaos took our entire civilisation. We were changed, made glorious! Marcus De Drakan himself ascended to Daemonhood, and Chronosia Prime was made a Daemonworld by his power." He chuckles lightly. "We embraced it. Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, Tzeentch and the power of the Undivided. We were glorious, but not achieving all that we could achieve. That only came with the Great Mourning, the end of the First Age and the heralding of the Second Age of Imperium."
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Lise smiled, flirtatiously grinning as she leant forward.

"You may call me what you wish...A portion of our populace who owe allegience to Khorne perform blood rites and we have, from time to time, incinerated worlds. But they were riddled with rebel cancers, heretical beliefs or xeno warlords. Aliens, heretics, unbelievers before our gods. We have so little choice in the matter.

We have our very survival threatened by so many threats. I'm sure you can relate."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 02:02
"We do indeed come from Earth. The Emperor rescued us, the original Emperor that is, and brought us to the stars. To the Chronosian homeworlds. There, we built our new society. we allied with the Sith and commited ourselves to their war.

But we were betrayed, and Chaos took our entire civilisation. We were changed, made glorious! Marcus De Drakan himself ascended to Daemonhood, and Chronosia Prime was made a Daemonworld by his power." He chuckles lightly. "We embraced it. Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, Tzeentch and the power of the Undivided. We were glorious, but not achieving all that we could achieve. That only came with the Great Mourning, the end of the First Age and the heralding of the Second Age of Imperium."
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Lise smiled, flirtatiously grinning as she leant forward.

"You may call me what you wish...A portion of our populace who owe allegience to Khorne perform blood rites and we have, from time to time, incinerated worlds. But they were riddled with rebel cancers, heretical beliefs or xeno warlords. Aliens, heretics, unbelievers before our gods. We have so little choice in the matter.

We have our very survival threatened by so many threats. I'm sure you can relate."

On the Chronosian ship
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Admiral Cain, "So you are our cousins then, she replies, with utter surprise. Long ago, according to our scriptures, the 13th tribe left Kobal for Earth, to settle it. This would explain a lot, how our religions are somewhat similiar, and our drive to survive. She stared out at the view screen.

She looked at the Captain ofthe Vessel, "How many other spieces of humans claim to be from earth. I know the Coredians do, and they said many others do as well. Do you know of anymore of our lost cousins?"

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On the Battlestar Ares:

James leans forward and looks into Lise's eyes, I can understand fully, he replies with a smile. Trust me I can easily relate. Tell me now are you a human yourself or are you an alien, to us I mean.

He smiles, at her, "Oh what a lovely tatoo, please tell me is it just aesthetic, or does it mean something. None of your fellow comrads seemed to have a tatoo." " Would you care for a drink?"
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 02:33
On the Chronosian ship
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Admiral Cain, "So you are our cousins then, she replies, with utter surprise. Long ago, according to our scriptures, the 13th tribe left Kobal for Earth, to settle it. This would explain a lot, how our religions are somewhat similiar, and our drive to survive. She stared out at the view screen.

She looked at the Captain ofthe Vessel, "How many other spieces of humans claim to be from earth. I know the Coredians do, and they said many others do as well. Do you know of anymore of our lost cousins?"

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On the Battlestar Ares:

James leans forward and looks into Lise's eyes, I can understand fully, he replies with a smile. Trust me I can easily relate. Tell me now are you a human yourself or are you an alien, to us I mean.

He smiles, at her, "Oh what a lovely tatoo, please tell me is it just aesthetic, or does it mean something. None of your fellow comrads seemed to have a tatoo." " Would you care for a drink?"

"We know of many, but right now they are not important. What matters is our goal, our destination. Chronosia Prime, the Emperor, and lasting peace." He smirked. "We are not the monsters many would have you believe we are. We are all sons of Terra, in one way or another. Relatives, cousins, brothers all."

He smiles. "We can achieve so much together, so much if we combine our potentials"

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Lise giggles lightly. "A devotional marking from my days in the Ecclesiarchy, before I joined my Master as his Interrogator. The eight pointed star of Chaos, a sign of limitless possibility and potential.

A drink, would be lovely I think. My master would want me to learn all about your kind. Starting, I think, with your poisons of choice."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 02:55
James smiled at Lise's comments,

Do not worry, this is top shelf, if we wanted to poision you we would give you wormwood, that is strong stuff. He poured Lise, a glass of scotch. He placed one icecube in the glass and handed it to her.

What species are you, or what do you call yourselves? James remarked as he took a sip of scotch. Ahh... he said after taking a sip, this is great stuff.

James smiled as he took another sip. You are very mysterious. I can tell you are not all you claim to be. Please understand I do not wish you harm. I like you only wish to understand. What is this Chaos, that you mention. Is it eternal change or an actual being?

He smiles, The most Important question is, what do you wish to accomplish?

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Admiral Cain replies, 'How long does this travel take?' she asks. I am only curious, as this seems to take longer than hyperdrive travel.
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 03:00
She smirks. "Wormwood? Sounds like Chronosian Absinthe. I consider myself to be Homo Sapiens Chronosia, of Chronosian Mankind. Pure, chosen, identified as special by Chaos itself. Not a being, but beings, a pantheon of Gods. Khorne, the Blood God. Slaanesh, the Dark Prince of Excess. Nurgle, the Lord of Decay and Tzeentch, the Architect of fate" She pauses, sipping her scotch with a well-practised ease.

"Perhaps I'm not what I seem. Perhaps I am more. I'm of the Inquisition, we're beyond the understanding and learning of most others. Only the most dangerous, most forbidden knowledge is acceptable to us alone."

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"Warp translation can take hours, days, weeks. It all depends upon the flow of the Warp. Time works differently within it. Time that passes here may pass slower or quicker outside. All dependant upon the currents of the Immaterium"
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 03:09
Admiral Cain smiles. Forgive me, I am not used to traveling in alternate deminsions. Our FTL operates on a different principle as yours. I hope I did not offend you at all. Tell me you say the pantheon lives here. Can you show me, I would love to see the faces of all of the gods. It would be an outstanding find, to see and record their images.

Please tell me how exactly did the Sith save you as you mentioned earlier, just after the fall. This would be a most illuminating story, and would shine a light on the sith. As far as we can tell the Sith are nothing more than the EMO version of Jedi.

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Onboard the Battlestar Ares.

James takes a sip of his scotch. He looks at Lise, and smiled at the arrogance of her statement. "I am quite capable of understanding a great many things, he smiled. Please enlighten me, to what you truly are, I wish to see this enlightenment, to know you. Keeping secrets is not my concern, figuring them out is. He smiles. You need to trust me, as I trust you.
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 10:32
Admiral Cain smiles. Forgive me, I am not used to traveling in alternate deminsions. Our FTL operates on a different principle as yours. I hope I did not offend you at all. Tell me you say the pantheon lives here. Can you show me, I would love to see the faces of all of the gods. It would be an outstanding find, to see and record their images.

Please tell me how exactly did the Sith save you as you mentioned earlier, just after the fall. This would be a most illuminating story, and would shine a light on the sith. As far as we can tell the Sith are nothing more than the EMO version of Jedi.

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Onboard the Battlestar Ares.

James takes a sip of his scotch. He looks at Lise, and smiled at the arrogance of her statement. "I am quite capable of understanding a great many things, he smiled. Please enlighten me, to what you truly are, I wish to see this enlightenment, to know you. Keeping secrets is not my concern, figuring them out is. He smiles. You need to trust me, as I trust you.

"one cannot truly see the Gods within the Immaterium. To look upon it is to risk the sanity of an unprepared mind...I would not wish that upon you Admiral. Upon Chronosia Prime, our finest seers gather for the glory of the Emperor and the Imperium. They can see into the depths of the Warp, they can stoke and touch its power. They can see the faces of the Gods." A smirk, an almost arrogant self-belief. He is their chosen, one amongst billions who serve their Ruinous thrones.

He will prove to her the validity of his claims.

"We ought to arrive soon, my dear Admiral. Soon you shall see the heart of our glory." He paused, as though pondering for a moment. "The Sith have stood as proud allies since the Emperor, our Emperor not the Sith Emperor, saved us from ourselves and led us from Holy Terra.

We were lost, destroying each other in futile wars of genocide and slaughter, destroying the very fabric of our society and what it meant to be human. What it meant to be Chronosian.

They stood with us even through the Fall, and we emerged as stronger allies than ever, fuelled by our faith. We became their wardogs, the ever present companions. Where the Sith waged war, the Chronosians went with them. Our triumphs were legend, our accomplishments manifold and vast."

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Lise let a smile grace her delicate, beautiful features. "You trust me? Already? That is something. It takes long for Chronosians to build trust, so tainted with bias is this universe. So riven with hate." She tittered lightly. "I have served my master long, longer than I care to think about.

He took me from a life of service to the Gods, took me from my devotionals and hymnals and gifted me this life in service to the Throne, to truly serve my Gods.

We've fought against the vilest of warp-forsaken heresies, stood against Orks and Tyranids, fought Genestealer infestations that would have levelled free worlds. I am a weapon, a blade of the Emperor in service to the Gods. And I have learned to never show mercy."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 14:24
"Lise let a smile grace her delicate, beautiful features. "You trust me? Already? That is something. It takes long for Chronosians to build trust, so tainted with bias is this universe. So riven with hate." She tittered lightly. "I have served my master long, longer than I care to think about.

He took me from a life of service to the Gods, took me from my devotionals and hymnals and gifted me this life in service to the Throne, to truly serve my Gods.

We've fought against the vilest of warp-forsaken heresies, stood against Orks and Tyranids, fought Genestealer infestations that would have levelled free worlds. I am a weapon, a blade of the Emperor in service to the Gods. And I have learned to never show mercy."


James, looks into Lise's eyes. "Of course I trust you, but then again besides the Galactic Empire, we have not seen any of this vile hatred. We are perhaps too new to the galactic scene, maybe I am naive, but I can see you, and I am starting to know you. I can see your destiny will be great. Besides I also have a few secrets of my own. He smiles.

James takes a sip of his scotch. He gently begins to spin his glass in a circle, making to scotch swish the ourside rim of the glass, before he places it down.

You say the Inquisitor took you from your previous life, and placed you in service to your Throne. Have you ever wondered what it would be like, had he never come, what your life would be like. Would you be a priestess, or perhaps even an oracle? How did he take you into this new life?

James stared at Lise, as he was trying to formulate his next question.

I am sorry I do not know the species or terms for Orks and Tyranids, or what a Genestealer infestation is. However I fully beileve that you could be more than you claim. A weapon can be nice, but if you are not at war, a weapon usually is discarded, left to rust, decay over time. Do you not wish to be more, more than a weapon. You have such potiential, you have the building blocks to be more than you seem. Do you not wish to be so?
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 15:20
"I would live a life without meaning, and without having seen and done all that I have. I would die empty, and alone" She chuckles. "How can a man die better, than in service to their Gods?

I serve the Inquisition far more than I ever could have served the Ecclesiarchy. As for the species, I mentioned. Orks are everywhere. Greenskins, hardy, violent. They thrive upon war.

The Tyranids are an extragalactic species, ruled by a singular hivemind. It's only thoughts are hunger, the consumption of life and its integration into the genomics of the Hive. Genestealers travel ahead of the Hivefleets, infect people, breed through them, make hybrids...Hybrids which eventually rise up to topple worlds. nasty, insidious little bastards."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 16:08
James lowers his head for a second, running his hands through his hair, then in a moment raises his head back.

"Oh I agree. One should serve God with every fiber of their being. You seem to have lived a full life, but still you seem hesitant to try to explore past that. One can be in service to their God, or gods, and still expand their horizions. He smiled at her."

"A moment later he states, "Sounds like you have fought nasty creatures across the galaxy, and we may all be better for it. From the sound of it, your people, and perhaps you yourself have helped to stave off many threats to this galaxy. For that I am grateful."

James continues, " So you wish to understand us, is that correct, as I would love to understand you. How exactly are you a weapon, what makes you so lethal, so vicious, so apathetic? How has this galaxy hardened you, to make you so unmerciful?"
CoreWorlds
27-03-2007, 16:47
Commander Hallen steps into the speeder. She was unsure about it at first, as it did not have any wheels, yet the repulsion vechile seemed sturdy enough, and was certainly quick enough for her taste.

She knew that such a fast vechile however was neccessary. Her mission was vital. The Colonies needed to know what Admiral Cain's contact would mean for their future, and for their existance. One thing was for certain, the Colonies, no matter what the outcome would never be the same.
The speeder took a detour. Instead of heading straight into the Hokage Mansion, it headed up the large cliff monument bearing the faces of the previous Hokages + the current one. There, a woman sporting twin blond ponytails and amber eyes, a green jacket, a grey sleeveless kimono and black pants stood, watching her village from the cliff like a mother hawk.

"The Hokage." The escort-nin said to the Commander as he opened the door.

She looks in her twenties, but is really in her seventies. Twenty plus years she reigned over the village with her grandmotherly love and yet she felt she could continue on longer. Still, the ravages of time means that she must pass her torch on to the next generation soon. And she knew who would be the Sixth, for there's no other qualified to do so. "Naruto. Soon, the time will come..."

The Hokage sensed the presence of Commander Hallen, knowing that her reminisceing has come to an end. "Come here, child and look over the village (it's really more of a city, but everyone still thinks of Konohagekure no Sato as a village). The Will of Fire still flows strongly in Konoha and Kami willing, it will continue to flow longer after I pass on."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 17:08
The speeder took a detour. Instead of heading straight into the Hokage Mansion, it headed up the large cliff monument bearing the faces of the previous Hokages + the current one. There, a woman sporting twin blond ponytails and amber eyes, a green jacket, a grey sleeveless kimono and black pants stood, watching her village from the cliff like a mother hawk.

"The Hokage." The escort-nin said to the Commander as he opened the door.

She looks in her twenties, but is really in her seventies. Twenty plus years she reigned over the village with her grandmotherly love and yet she felt she could continue on longer. Still, the ravages of time means that she must pass her torch on to the next generation soon. And she knew who would be the Sixth, for there's no other qualified to do so. "Naruto. Soon, the time will come..."

The Hokage sensed the presence of Commander Hallen, knowing that her reminisceing has come to an end. "Come here, child and look over the village (it's really more of a city, but everyone still thinks of Konohagekure no Sato as a village). The Will of Fire still flows strongly in Konoha and Kami willing, it will continue to flow longer after I pass on."

Commander Hallen, saluted the Hokage, as she approached. Before she began to speak she over looked the cliff, and saw the city.

"Your city is beautiful Hokage, she stated." The wind began to blow the Commanders hair, slighlty covering her face. She tried to pull her hair out of the way the best she could but the wind was relentless.

Commander Hallen continued to look down at the city. This city is not too unlike Caprica City, our capitol. She smiles, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, it has been a long time since she felt the warmth of a sun nearby.

"Hokage" she continued, "I have some news that you may wish to know. Please forgive the colonies frequent visits, but our FTL communications is still in the prototype stages, and it has many flaws. It would seem, that one of our newest Battlestars, the Ares has made first contact with the Chronosians. One of our Admiral's , Admiral Cain, took it upon herself to meet the Emperor of Chronosia.

"The Battlestar Ares has been ordered to hold it's current position, as it still has on her, a Chronosian representitive. To make matters even more muttled, a Leoban model cylon, who joined the diplomatic core, had asked to be the one to meet with her. The Quorium in it's infinate idiocy decided this would be a good idea, to help the cylon and human relations, since the end of the war five years ago."
CoreWorlds
27-03-2007, 17:23
"I see." The Hokage didn't show any surprise. Then she asked a seemingly unrelated question. "Tell me. How strongly do you desire to protect the ones you love?"

OOC: I have a point to make here, hehe.
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 17:53
Commander Hallen looked surprised at the Hokage's remark.

"My desire to protect my family, my friends, my ship and my species, has always been of the utmost importance to me, Hokage. Why do you ask?"

Commander Hallen, thought to herself, "What is she trying to get at?"

OOC: Lets see if my guess is right :)
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 18:16
James lowers his head for a second, running his hands through his hair, then in a moment raises his head back.

"Oh I agree. One should serve God with every fiber of their being. You seem to have lived a full life, but still you seem hesitant to try to explore past that. One can be in service to their God, or gods, and still expand their horizions. He smiled at her."

"A moment later he states, "Sounds like you have fought nasty creatures across the galaxy, and we may all be better for it. From the sound of it, your people, and perhaps you yourself have helped to stave off many threats to this galaxy. For that I am grateful."

James continues, " So you wish to understand us, is that correct, as I would love to understand you. How exactly are you a weapon, what makes you so lethal, so vicious, so apathetic? How has this galaxy hardened you, to make you so unmerciful?"

"We are trained to be weapons. Schooled in the countless arts of war and conflict, minds and bodies shaped. We are taught to utilise our gifts, our abilities. In my case, I am a psyker." She smirks. "The galaxy is a forboding place, a harsh universe that must be tamed, but that is not kind.

I may be unmerciful but I do my best, I strive to serve the Imperium as best I can. Without question, with qualm." She pauses, smirking for a moment.

"You seem rather reservedly monotheistic compared to your peers."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 18:36
"We are trained to be weapons. Schooled in the countless arts of war and conflict, minds and bodies shaped. We are taught to utilise our gifts, our abilities. In my case, I am a psyker." She smirks. "The galaxy is a forboding place, a harsh universe that must be tamed, but that is not kind.

I may be unmerciful but I do my best, I strive to serve the Imperium as best I can. Without question, with qualm." She pauses, smirking for a moment.

"You seem rather reservedly monotheistic compared to your peers."

James smiles, and thought to himself 'She pays attention, this can work in my favor.'

James replies, "The Colonials are quite polythiestic. Like all individuals however their faith varies. You are a very interesting person Lise, he replies, you are quite a challenge. I love these games don't you. He smiles.

James takes a drink of water. What are these psyker abilities that you speak of, we would love to know. What natural abilities do you possess?

James decides to ask a very hard question, "Your faith is very admirable, he states. Much akin to mine, you seem to understand your place, and where your belong. This creates great comfort, doesn't it. It is truly unsettling when someone lives a lie, and pretends to be something they are not. It is nice, living a static life, without questioning." He smiles.
Chronosia
27-03-2007, 19:26
"I have many abilities. My psychic power is rather limited. Suggestion, manipulation, mind reading. That sort of thing." She smirks, almost teasingly. "Your mind isn't human. Is it?"

"My faith is my rock and it is my shield. It is the blade against the unrighteous and the armor against failure. No Chronosian lives a lie, for they recognise their commitment to the Gods.

Some merely commit more than others. Some push harder, fight further."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 19:37
James smiles, What does it mean to be human? I have a soul, a body, blood, internal organs, a mind. What is the true classification of human? I am real, and I am here, and that is enough. He smiles. Why do you doubt what I am? he asks. Are you having difficulty reading my mind?

He smiles at her. Are you sure that it is in your psychic nature, and not some of your more visible attributes that allows you to be suductive, and manipulative? I am glad however that you are at least honest, very candid. Makes this conversation much easier. Tell me of the Coredians. I know that you find their faith vile, and that they do not tolerate your existance, nor your faith, something that the Colonials do not share with their allies. We wish you to be left in peace, to have the freedom you desire, to live your life without interference from ourselves or others. I have been instructed to ask the same courtisy of you and your people. Maybe even at some future point allow trade negotiations, and perhaps, a long time down the road, when the political climate allows it the open possibility of an alliance.

If I may ask, what is it like to live your life? How can you describe a day in the life of Lise? He walks over to her, behind her, and whispers in her ear, tell me your secrets and you will know mine. He walks away looking over his shoulder smiling.

James then states, "I will let you know one thing. I volenteered for this meeting, I wanted to meet you. After all this has all happened before and will happen again."




(OOC: Let me know when Admiral Cain reaches the Chronosian Emperor.)
CoreWorlds
27-03-2007, 21:44
Commander Hallen looked surprised at the Hokage's remark.

"My desire to protect my family, my friends, my ship and my species, has always been of the utmost importance to me, Hokage. Why do you ask?"

Commander Hallen, thought to herself, "What is she trying to get at?"

OOC: Lets see if my guess is right :)
Tsunade nodded. "It is the same here. You heard me speak of the Will of Fire. It is the desire to protect the ones you love, a desire that sometimes required the ultimate sacrifice. For me, my desire is to protect this very village, and for Emperor Masaki, it is the desire to protect the very nation that drives us both. Let me tell you something, child. None of my predecessors, nor that of Masaki's ancestors have died peacefully. Each and every one of them has fallen in the line of duty, saving our nation from threats that would surely destroy us if given even the slightest chance."

"The Chronosians desire to take that away. They desire to turn every nation into a twisted and unholy parody of themselves, worshiping gods that desire blood to sate their insane appetites. I have data disks that show what had happened to the planet of Naboo (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8611659&postcount=443), to Devon and Teyr, to all the planets laid to waste by them (Including this one (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=430509)). Even Konoha did not come out unscathed. Though some images may be harsh, even brutal, I figure your government will want to know what they're getting into meeting with the Chronosians."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 21:51
Commander Hallen, took the data that was being given her.

"How trustworthy are the Chronosians? What I mean is how honest are they. According to the recordings taken on the Battlestar Ares, they see our polytheistic ideas as a mirror of theirs, and as such have pledged not to attack us, unlike and I only quote them the heathenistic jedi." She then continues, "Are these in your experience empty promises only trying to lure us into a trap, or do they usually speak their intentions and rarely hide their motives?"

She smiles at the Hokage. This is a villiage you say. I must imagine then that your cities are quite huge. We also have another pressing issue to discuss. A gunstar and battlestar were doing a routine sweep in the Asfaltum sector when an Imperial Invasion force came in. It has been seven hours and we have not heard anything of them. They were near the fifth planet in the sector, and all recent attempts to jump into the sector have failed. What could be causing this failure in our FTL drive? And how can we regain contact with our missing ships?"

Commander Hallen, then remarked, I guess there is genious in one aspect of the Quorium's decision to send in the cylon to conduct the meeting, the Chronosians can't actually kill him. She smiled at the irony that having the cylons around was a good thing after all.
CoreWorlds
27-03-2007, 22:06
Commander Hallen, took the data that was being given her.

"How trustworthy are the Chronosians? What I mean is how honest are they. According to the recordings taken on the Battlestar Ares, they see our polytheistic ideas as a mirror of theirs, and as such have pledged not to attack us, unlike and I only quote them the heathenistic jedi." She then continues, "Are these in your experience empty promises only trying to lure us into a trap, or do they usually speak their intentions and rarely hide their motives?"
"A good question. In my experience, it would be the former. However, even as enemies, I'd say that in their own way, they hold honor in high regard. They won't attack until they believe the time is right. Still -and I cannot emphasize it enough- it is imperative that you guard against their words. Time and time again we have seen those who are given great power by the Chronosians and have been turned insane by that power. In other words, it is better not to have power than to accept it from them."

"When you return to your people, tell them that when the time comes, they must make the choice between what is easy and what is right."

She smiles at the Hokage. This is a villiage you say. I must imagine then that your cities are quite huge. We also have another pressing issue to discuss. A gunstar and battlestar were doing a routine sweep in the Asfaltum sector when an Imperial Invasion force came in. It has been seven hours and we have not heard anything of them. They were near the fifth planet in the sector, and all recent attempts to jump into the sector have failed. What could be causing this failure in our FTL drive? And how can we regain contact with our missing ships?"
"Ah. Our Third Fleet is working on that matter as we speak, but I shall tell you that the Empire has faster-than-light inhibitors that are capable of blocking many FTL systems. As far as I know, only the most exotic types could handle them, and those are few and far between."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-03-2007, 22:15
(OOC: do I choose the light or dark side hmm...)

Commander Hallen replies, "We hold all of our agreements in the highest regard. Please do not worry, your people have been great to ours, aided us beyond our wildest imaginations. You helped to end a bloody war, bring peace to our sector, and gave us gifts, that we continue to modify giving us a great many inventions. I can promise you, that unless something drastic happens such as your people blatently attacking ours, we will not betray you. "

She laughs, "If I know anything about the model that they are talking to on the Ares, they will want nothing to do with us. He has a tendancy to try to get into your mind, into your very soul. He tries to confuse you, to break you down to your core components to see who you are. He digs at you until he can see your essence."

As a gift, she continues, I have also been instructed to tell you that we have prepared, a drydock, large enough for a battlestar, ready at the Scorpio Shipyard with several FTL jump drives. If you so wish it, you may bring one of your battlestars there to have it refit with jump drives. The process should be quick no more than three days.
Chronosia
28-03-2007, 12:26
James smiles, What does it mean to be human? I have a soul, a body, blood, internal organs, a mind. What is the true classification of human? I am real, and I am here, and that is enough. He smiles. Why do you doubt what I am? he asks. Are you having difficulty reading my mind?

He smiles at her. Are you sure that it is in your psychic nature, and not some of your more visible attributes that allows you to be suductive, and manipulative? I am glad however that you are at least honest, very candid. Makes this conversation much easier. Tell me of the Coredians. I know that you find their faith vile, and that they do not tolerate your existance, nor your faith, something that the Colonials do not share with their allies. We wish you to be left in peace, to have the freedom you desire, to live your life without interference from ourselves or others. I have been instructed to ask the same courtisy of you and your people. Maybe even at some future point allow trade negotiations, and perhaps, a long time down the road, when the political climate allows it the open possibility of an alliance.

If I may ask, what is it like to live your life? How can you describe a day in the life of Lise? He walks over to her, behind her, and whispers in her ear, tell me your secrets and you will know mine. He walks away looking over his shoulder smiling.

James then states, "I will let you know one thing. I volenteered for this meeting, I wanted to meet you. After all this has all happened before and will happen again."




(OOC: Let me know when Admiral Cain reaches the Chronosian Emperor.)

"To be true flesh, to be born human, not a mere imitation. Sure, the Mechanicum would venerate and study you, but ultimately you envy humanity their purity of form and function. Why else would you seek a human form?" She titters lightly, sliding a lho stick from her belt and lighting it swiftly. "You don't mind, do you?"

She chuckles, breathing out a great plume of smoke as she sighs, inhaling and exhaling. "The Coredians are opportunists. They seek others to defend them and to do their dirty work. They are vile heathens and unforgivable heretics. They know nothing of the purity of Chaos, so enamoured by their tainted, Godless ways. Faith, as I'm sure you know is very important. Faith in your God, faith in yourself, faith in humanity, or at least faith in your ability to be utterly human."

She grins. "I live my life in flux. Between the fire of the Warp and the black of the Void, we move, from place to place, world to world, and we do what is neccesary. My master holds an Inquisitorial Rosette. The symbol of his office. With it he can command entire worlds to death and doom. I hardly live a spartan life, no warrior existence devoid of finery...We are good to ourselves. We are a step above the Aristocracy and but a step below the honored Emperor and his Primarchs.

We are the Inquisition. And we are relentless.

Your turn"
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-03-2007, 14:40
"To be true flesh, to be born human, not a mere imitation. Sure, the Mechanicum would venerate and study you, but ultimately you envy humanity their purity of form and function. Why else would you seek a human form?" She titters lightly, sliding a lho stick from her belt and lighting it swiftly. "You don't mind, do you?"

She chuckles, breathing out a great plume of smoke as she sighs, inhaling and exhaling. "The Coredians are opportunists. They seek others to defend them and to do their dirty work. They are vile heathens and unforgivable heretics. They know nothing of the purity of Chaos, so enamoured by their tainted, Godless ways. Faith, as I'm sure you know is very important. Faith in your God, faith in yourself, faith in humanity, or at least faith in your ability to be utterly human."

She grins. "I live my life in flux. Between the fire of the Warp and the black of the Void, we move, from place to place, world to world, and we do what is neccesary. My master holds an Inquisitorial Rosette. The symbol of his office. With it he can command entire worlds to death and doom. I hardly live a spartan life, no warrior existence devoid of finery...We are good to ourselves. We are a step above the Aristocracy and but a step below the honored Emperor and his Primarchs.

We are the Inquisition. And we are relentless.

Your turn"

James grinned at Lise. Her powers of observation were to be admired, but that was nothing compared to her ability to sideskirt the issues. James truly admired her resolve, and loved the challenge that she presented.

"I was born in a sense, but you are right, I am not a human. However I am far from an imitation as you put it. It is true that once upon a time we were machines, but not anymore. We have evolved, grown, to near perfection. God gave us a soul, and placed us above humanity. We are in fact the children of humanity, the rightful heirs to the human race. I am stronger, faster, and I can think quicker than most humans can. However why would I wish to be human? I do not. I have all of the components of a human, I am alive, I eat, sleep, we can even physically reproduce, giving birth to children. However unlike humans I can not die. If you kill this body, I will download into another will all of the memories and experiences that I currently have.

We do not imitate humans, nor do we envy them. We are better than they are.

I am not a machine, I am a person, an individual. Only humanity is foolish enough to not see the greater scope of the world, or universe around them. I swim in the stream of destiny, I see truths that no one else can. I even see your truths.

May I have one of those cigerettes please, he asked.

You have told me a lot about your order, even when I asked what it was like to be you. Is there nothing more to you than your heirachy, your social position? Do you not have experiences, or thoughts of your own? You are a warrior, and you bring death, but tell me, what is your personal experiences. What are your thoughts, not your orders? Who is Lise? After all if you are nothing more than your order, your social structure, and your occupation, he smiles, you are more machine than I ever could be.
CoreWorlds
28-03-2007, 16:44
(OOC: do I choose the light or dark side hmm...)

Commander Hallen replies, "We hold all of our agreements in the highest regard. Please do not worry, your people have been great to ours, aided us beyond our wildest imaginations. You helped to end a bloody war, bring peace to our sector, and gave us gifts, that we continue to modify giving us a great many inventions. I can promise you, that unless something drastic happens such as your people blatently attacking ours, we will not betray you. "

She laughs, "If I know anything about the model that they are talking to on the Ares, they will want nothing to do with us. He has a tendancy to try to get into your mind, into your very soul. He tries to confuse you, to break you down to your core components to see who you are. He digs at you until he can see your essence."

As a gift, she continues, I have also been instructed to tell you that we have prepared, a drydock, large enough for a battlestar, ready at the Scorpio Shipyard with several FTL jump drives. If you so wish it, you may bring one of your battlestars there to have it refit with jump drives. The process should be quick no more than three days.
Tsunade smiled at the offer. "Interesting. I must thank you for the gift."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-03-2007, 17:04
Commander Hallen replies, "You are most welcome, it is the least we can do for you. Anytime you wish, have one of your battlestars come to the shipyard in orbit around Picion."

She then decided to ask a bold question, "Would you happen to have the specs and theories behind the FTLi. If you do, we would love to have a copy, so that we might be able to figure out a way to produce a countermeasure against such devices. If it is possible that is.

Commander Hallen continues, "Is there anything that you and your people would wish from the Colonies?"
CoreWorlds
28-03-2007, 18:56
Commander Hallen replies, "You are most welcome, it is the least we can do for you. Anytime you wish, have one of your battlestars come to the shipyard in orbit around Picion."

She then decided to ask a bold question, "Would you happen to have the specs and theories behind the FTLi. If you do, we would love to have a copy, so that we might be able to figure out a way to produce a countermeasure against such devices. If it is possible that is.

Commander Hallen continues, "Is there anything that you and your people would wish from the Colonies?"
"We have specs for the gravity-based FTLi, but not for the dimensional type that the Empire uses." Tsunade said.
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-03-2007, 19:08
Commander Hallens expression was of severe sadness, yet her voice ressonated of gratitude. "Would it be possible for us to obtain the specs for the gravity FTLi. It would be most helpful in order to understand the effects of the FTLi that our ships are currently trapped within?

"As to your concern of your third fleet in the Asfaltum sector, I can attempt to gather a fleet of colonial warships to gather in that area now that we know of the cause of our ships disappearance. I can only presume the ships have been destroyed at this point in time, and as such, we or more specifically I want revenge." she says.

"From our previous draidus screen, it appears that the Huntaer Chronosians and the Empire have gathered in force. Although the position of the Chronosians is up in the air, the Empire has made it's point very clear, they wish to be enemies. With the Asfaltum failing in the area, it would seem that you could use the extra ships as well."
CoreWorlds
28-03-2007, 21:44
Commander Hallens expression was of severe sadness, yet her voice ressonated of gratitude. "Would it be possible for us to obtain the specs for the gravity FTLi. It would be most helpful in order to understand the effects of the FTLi that our ships are currently trapped within?"
"It would be possible, I suppose." Tsunade said, her eyes trailing over to the escort-nin, who nodded and disappeared in a poof of smoke. A few minutes passed and the escort-nin brought a data-book called Gravity Well Generators and You (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gravity_well_generator).

"As to your concern of your third fleet in the Asfaltum sector, I can attempt to gather a fleet of colonial warships to gather in that area now that we know of the cause of our ships disappearance. I can only presume the ships have been destroyed at this point in time, and as such, we or more specifically I want revenge." she says.

"From our previous draidus screen, it appears that the Huntaer Chronosians and the Empire have gathered in force. Although the position of the Chronosians is up in the air, the Empire has made it's point very clear, they wish to be enemies. With the Asfaltum failing in the area, it would seem that you could use the extra ships as well."
Tsunade nodded. "You'll want to rendzevous with the Third Fleet and speak with the commanders in the field for that. I'm just the Hokage." She said that with a smile.
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-03-2007, 22:07
Commander Hallen, takes the book from the Hokage. "Thank you so much for your time, and your hospitality. This information will go a long way. I greatly appreciate all of your aid. Sadly I can not stay much longer, I have to get back to Caprica.

She salutes the Hokage. "May the lords of kobal keep you safe. So say we all", Commander Hallen replies as she turns her back to go back to the Raptor.
CoreWorlds
28-03-2007, 22:30
Commander Hallen, takes the book from the Hokage. "Thank you so much for your time, and your hospitality. This information will go a long way. I greatly appreciate all of your aid. Sadly I can not stay much longer, I have to get back to Caprica.

She salutes the Hokage. "May the lords of kobal keep you safe. So say we all", Commander Hallen replies as she turns her back to go back to the Raptor.
"And may the Force be with you." The Hokage answered.

OOC: Remember, the choice has to be made. What is right or what is easy.
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-03-2007, 23:01
OOC:I know. Why can't it be right and easy, such is life lol
Chronosia
29-03-2007, 00:11
James grinned at Lise. Her powers of observation were to be admired, but that was nothing compared to her ability to sideskirt the issues. James truly admired her resolve, and loved the challenge that she presented.

"I was born in a sense, but you are right, I am not a human. However I am far from an imitation as you put it. It is true that once upon a time we were machines, but not anymore. We have evolved, grown, to near perfection. God gave us a soul, and placed us above humanity. We are in fact the children of humanity, the rightful heirs to the human race. I am stronger, faster, and I can think quicker than most humans can. However why would I wish to be human? I do not. I have all of the components of a human, I am alive, I eat, sleep, we can even physically reproduce, giving birth to children. However unlike humans I can not die. If you kill this body, I will download into another will all of the memories and experiences that I currently have.

We do not imitate humans, nor do we envy them. We are better than they are.

I am not a machine, I am a person, an individual. Only humanity is foolish enough to not see the greater scope of the world, or universe around them. I swim in the stream of destiny, I see truths that no one else can. I even see your truths.

May I have one of those cigerettes please, he asked.

You have told me a lot about your order, even when I asked what it was like to be you. Is there nothing more to you than your heirachy, your social position? Do you not have experiences, or thoughts of your own? You are a warrior, and you bring death, but tell me, what is your personal experiences. What are your thoughts, not your orders? Who is Lise? After all if you are nothing more than your order, your social structure, and your occupation, he smiles, you are more machine than I ever could be.

"There are no beings beyond the glory of Humanity. Not even imitations" She keeps her features level, unfaltering. "The Gods have blessed us that we might unify Mankind beneath their worship, grace them with the gifts of Chaos." She smirked. "We have souls, and we pledge them to the glory of the Gods. We have entire worlds offered up in servitude to them, we see destiny and the universe greater than most. For the Changer has offered us the truth of Sight, and the way of the Seer.

You ask me of myself, but every Chronosian gives of themselves to the God-Emperor, to the rule of Chaos. In my spare time, I exercise, I hone my physical form. I write, I read, I educate myself in the matters of the Universe. I observe worship, and I travel. I take in the glory of the worlds which I visit, that I might savor their beauty.

I am more alive and vital than you will ever know. My purpose, and my service, only make that sense keener."

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The warp howled, pouring forth into the realm of the material, seething and surging as the vessel finally emerged, roaring into real-space over Chronosia Prime. The moon, Chronosia Secundus, was an immense and gleaming orb, more metal than rock, ablaze with the light of a forge. It was the chief provider of Chronosia's core systems, with the exception of the Forge Systems of Hydran.

Chronosia Prime itself was alive and aglow with the power of the Warp, touched by Chaos itself. A Daemon World. From orbit, the vast hives could be seen, immense cities sprawling across continents and reaching towards the heavens, along with the far greater mass of the Imperial Palace itself.

Anton smirked.

"Welcome, Admiral, welcome to Chronosia Prime. Welcome to the beating heart of the Imperium."
Orthodox Gnosticism
29-03-2007, 00:50
"There are no beings beyond the glory of Humanity. Not even imitations" She keeps her features level, unfaltering. "The Gods have blessed us that we might unify Mankind beneath their worship, grace them with the gifts of Chaos." She smirked. "We have souls, and we pledge them to the glory of the Gods. We have entire worlds offered up in servitude to them, we see destiny and the universe greater than most. For the Changer has offered us the truth of Sight, and the way of the Seer.

You ask me of myself, but every Chronosian gives of themselves to the God-Emperor, to the rule of Chaos. In my spare time, I exercise, I hone my physical form. I write, I read, I educate myself in the matters of the Universe. I observe worship, and I travel. I take in the glory of the worlds which I visit, that I might savor their beauty.

I am more alive and vital than you will ever know. My purpose, and my service, only make that sense keener."


James smiled, he was finally making a break through.

"Well you are more than your order, he smiles. Was that so hard? "

He takes out a cigerette from his pack of Caprica Lights, and lights it up.

He thinks to himself, "How far is she willing to go?"

Your God-Emperor as you call it, must be very proud of you. Such devotion is rarely scene. Tell me where have you traveled? What sights did you fall in love with, and where did you wish you have never been?"

"Please do not think of me as an imitation. I am not, think of me as your child, your very son, as that is truly what I am. James replies very humbly. Genetically I am the same as you, I live, love, hate, and I care. Unlike many others who would have shot your ship on sight, I like my civilization, cared enough to want to speak with you, loved enough to trust you, and I hate the bigotry that divides us. I am nothing more than the Prodical son, the son of the human race. Do not discard me." James replies.

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Admiral Cain looks out the view screen. "No one has ever scene a sight like this. What makes your moon glow, the way it does? How long have you been working on such inventions?
Chronosia
29-03-2007, 14:32
"I've seen the glories of Chronosia Prime. I've walked the surface of Hydran Primaris and known contentment amongst the disciples of the Machine. I've been to the Glyph Worlds and knelt in prayer with Primarchs before the Gods. I've fought across ice worlds and through the hells of Death Worlds. I've walked on worlds of molten rock, and worlds with barely any land.

I've seen much in my travels, child" She smirks, using his own assertion of himself to chide, to mock. "And I have known this universe more keenly than any of the unenlightened, than any of those who worship false prophets and false gods. I have seen glory."

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"It is a forge world. An entire planet given over to the Mechanicus upon which they produce arms and vehicles for the Imperium. Ships are born here, Titans brought forth. It is glory, as glory should be. Endless production, endless devotion." He chuckles. "The Mechanicus have plied their religion longer than most can remember. We have had centuries to practise and perfect the arts of war.

And conquest"
Orthodox Gnosticism
29-03-2007, 14:50
"I've seen the glories of Chronosia Prime. I've walked the surface of Hydran Primaris and known contentment amongst the disciples of the Machine. I've been to the Glyph Worlds and knelt in prayer with Primarchs before the Gods. I've fought across ice worlds and through the hells of Death Worlds. I've walked on worlds of molten rock, and worlds with barely any land.

I've seen much in my travels, child" She smirks, using his own assertion of himself to chide, to mock. "And I have known this universe more keenly than any of the unenlightened, than any of those who worship false prophets and false gods. I have seen glory."

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"It is a forge world. An entire planet given over to the Mechanicus upon which they produce arms and vehicles for the Imperium. Ships are born here, Titans brought forth. It is glory, as glory should be. Endless production, endless devotion." He chuckles. "The Mechanicus have plied their religion longer than most can remember. We have had centuries to practise and perfect the arts of war.

And conquest"

James grins at Lise, especially her attempt to mock him. "Why do you mock me, he replies, almost as if his heart has been broken. I thought we were getting along fine, that we could even be friends, he says trying his best to sound very sad, even a little depressed. Of course he really found her statements quite humorous. He knew he was getting to her, the real her, that was after all his very goal.

"I know I am nothing more than an imitation to you, he replies, and that your bias will never allow me to be anything more to you in your eyes, your mind, or even your very soul. I would love to find out about this enlightenment though. Would it be possible for a cheap knock off such as myself to recieve your very enlightenment, or am I too far removed?"

As he stares at her and her and with her obvious comtempt for him seems to grow he thinks to himself, "I am begining to see the truth, no matter where we go, humanity will never accept us as one of them."

James decided to push the envolpe a little further. "You do my dear look very lovely when you are agitated, like it is part of your natural being."

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Admiral Cain stares out of the view screen, until she hears the words that this civilization had been perfecting technology and the art of warfare for centuries, maybe even millenium.

"I am very impressed, Admiral Cain replies. "When do I get to meet your Emperor? How long has he ruled over your society? Is there any special protocol that is needed as to not offend him upon meeting him?"

The last thing she wanted to do was be alone on an alien civilization, and to completely offend the ruling leader. This would not be very productive in getting back home.
Chronosia
29-03-2007, 15:19
"Perhaps you could be worthy of enlightenment...But like the Colonials, you cling to old conceits,. To progress, to be enlightened, you will have to cast off the shackles of your false god, your fools religion. Only in Chaos can you be complete, an equal. Only through Chaos and the worship of the Gods can you be as one of us" She smirks. He's too transparent, thinking he's annoying her, thinking he has that sort of effect.

"Why thank you." She smiles. "You're too kind"

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"We will be descending soon, and then we shall take a Thunderhawk to the surface. Our Emperor has reigned since the beginning of the Second Age, when he took power by killing his Father, the Emperor Marcus De Drakan, following the glorious bodily ressurection of our Lord Remiel. Simply....Be yourself, my dear" He chuckled dryly.

"The Emperor, after all, protects"
Orthodox Gnosticism
29-03-2007, 19:55
"Perhaps you could be worthy of enlightenment...But like the Colonials, you cling to old conceits,. To progress, to be enlightened, you will have to cast off the shackles of your false god, your fools religion. Only in Chaos can you be complete, an equal. Only through Chaos and the worship of the Gods can you be as one of us" She smirks. He's too transparent, thinking he's annoying her, thinking he has that sort of effect.

"Why thank you." She smiles. "You're too kind"

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"We will be descending soon, and then we shall take a Thunderhawk to the surface. Our Emperor has reigned since the beginning of the Second Age, when he took power by killing his Father, the Emperor Marcus De Drakan, following the glorious bodily ressurection of our Lord Remiel. Simply....Be yourself, my dear" He chuckled dryly.

"The Emperor, after all, protects"


James was puzzled by Lise's comment. "We cling to old conceits? He replied. How can you say this. Yes I believe in one God, but how do you know which God it is. You speak of many gods, namely four, and the Colonials are quite polytheistic, yet you claim to know their believes. The Colonials even have a death god, a chaos one, an war god, everythign you have described, yet you still claim that they hold onto dogmas that are false? I am curious, how do you know so much of Colonial or Cylon scriptures, to declare them false. "

James then looks at Lise, "I can see where this is going, I can see your intentions. Tell me, if it were up to you, would you accept the Colonies as they are, or would you attempt to usurp their culture, and that of the cylons as well to your cultural beliefs, using whatever means neccessary?"

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Admiral Cain prepares herself, as the ship begins it's decent into the Chronoian Homeworld. As they begin to enter the atmosphere, in her gut, she begins to get a bad feeling about what has occured. Something is wrong, she thought to herself, not knowing what. Only time could tell if her feeling was correct, or if it was just a bad lunch.
Chronosia
01-04-2007, 00:36
"i don't pretend to comprehend." She mutters plainly. "I don't pretend to be utterly aware of a new culture. I simply take them as I come. All gods are false before the glory of Chaos. All scriptures are lies and deceits. We will not take your culture from you, but I see no reason why I myself should listen to lies." She smirks, almost ferally, cruel and bemused.

"You seem to know so much of us, yet let slip so little of yourself. Where are your secrets Cylon. Where are your secrets, son of Man?"
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Descending in a Thunderhawk, through the turbulent glory of the atmosphere, they plummeted towards the planets surface. The Inquisitor was emotionless, smiling emptily as they drew nearer, till the thud heralded their arrival on terra firma.

He strode forth as the doors opened, and was greeted by a most scintillating sight. There were thousands of them, perhaps even hundreds of thousands. Warriors, bowed in obeisance before a figure who stood atop a great black staircase, gazing down at them. The Inquisitor fell to his knees, almost involuntarily.

"Welcome" A voice boomed, commanding and yet cultured. Immense ceramite boots thundered against the obsidian steps, echoing through his brilliantly black and red armor, lined with every concievable finery and adornment, gilded and bejewelled. "I...Am Remiel."
Orthodox Gnosticism
01-04-2007, 15:40
"i don't pretend to comprehend." She mutters plainly. "I don't pretend to be utterly aware of a new culture. I simply take them as I come. All gods are false before the glory of Chaos. All scriptures are lies and deceits. We will not take your culture from you, but I see no reason why I myself should listen to lies." She smirks, almost ferally, cruel and bemused.

"You seem to know so much of us, yet let slip so little of yourself. Where are your secrets Cylon. Where are your secrets, son of Man?"

James, began tapping an unlight cigerette, letting it pass between his index and middle finger. This newest exchange was most curious, to him. He had rarely witnessed such a mood change in anyone as he had seen in the last couple of minutes. All he could do was smile, at his guest, the woman who's mysteries were being revealed.

"I am like a book, a modest cover, yet all of the mysteries are inside. Unless you read, you can never know the truth. If you wish to know my secrets, all you need to do is ask. After all, 'A city built on a high hill and fortified can not fall, nor can it be hidden.'

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Descending in a Thunderhawk, through the turbulent glory of the atmosphere, they plummeted towards the planets surface. The Inquisitor was emotionless, smiling emptily as they drew nearer, till the thud heralded their arrival on terra firma.

He strode forth as the doors opened, and was greeted by a most scintillating sight. There were thousands of them, perhaps even hundreds of thousands. Warriors, bowed in obeisance before a figure who stood atop a great black staircase, gazing down at them. The Inquisitor fell to his knees, almost involuntarily.

"Welcome" A voice boomed, commanding and yet cultured. Immense ceramite boots thundered against the obsidian steps, echoing through his brilliantly black and red armor, lined with every concievable finery and adornment, gilded and bejewelled. "I...Am Remiel."


The Admiral, began to depart from the Thunderhawk. The air felt very warm to her, as she saw the rows of solders, of worshippers all kneel bowed before their Emperor. He had their respect, their faith, and this was power. He had what many governments seek, the hearts and mind of the mob.

As she began to walk down the row towardsthe obsidian staircase, about half way from the thunderhawk, Admiral Cain stopped, and saluted the Emperor.

"I am Admiral Helena Cain, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal, she announced. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Chronosia
03-04-2007, 14:57
"Then tell me. I believe I asked" She smirked, taking a long languid drag from her lho-stick. "I'd be interested to know of your...Race. Of your kind and of the colonies. You have learned much of the Imperium, now it is time for you to humor me."

"Evidently the people who invented your little witticisms haven't encountered the Imperium. No fortress is forever, hidden or otherwise."

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"And it is a pleasure to meet you, daughter of Kobol." He smirked wryly. "You are all that could be expected of our distant cousins. So human, so delightfully pure. Rare, that such stock should exist amongst the stars and escape our notice." He gestured with one great gauntleted hand.

"Come, let me show you around. You stand within the Imperial Palace, dwarfing most of a continent. You stand in the heart of my power, in the presence of a living God. It is only fitting that you be awed by the true scale of our might."
Orthodox Gnosticism
03-04-2007, 15:25
"Then tell me. I believe I asked" She smirked, taking a long languid drag from her lho-stick. "I'd be interested to know of your...Race. Of your kind and of the colonies. You have learned much of the Imperium, now it is time for you to humor me."

"Evidently the people who invented your little witticisms haven't encountered the Imperium. No fortress is forever, hidden or otherwise."

The Cylon race, is for all intense and purposes human, he smiles. There are twelve humanoid models, one representing an aspect of humanity. We are machines, yet much more so we are human. We are the pentex of biological machinery. When one of us dies, our memories, our very consciousness is downloaded into a new body. We are reborn, and as such we never die.

James smiles, at her interest in his race. We only see the space between life and death, and smile in it's face. It's beauty, it's knowledge, is truly breathtaking. I wish that you could see it to fully understand, but you would only enter into death.

As for the colonies, they originated, as their name says on the Planet Kobal. On Kobal, according to their scriptures, which is more or less a ancient history book, there was a great war. The Lords of Kobal, who they worship as gods, went to war against the 13th lord, the one who's name can not be mentioned. The war set a great blaze amongst the world, to which they had to evacuate. According to their book, 12 of the 13 tribes, went and colonized the current colonies. The 13th went to Earth and settled there. Athena, lamented at the 13th tribe leaving their brothers, threw herself from a cliff, and commited suicide.

4000 years later, the humans invented the cylons. We were designed to make life easier for the colonies, but when we became sentient, the colonies refused to see us as more than a computer. They enslaved us, and we rebeled. Another great war occured, this being the first cylon war. The war ended in a armistice agreement, and we were exiled from our homes. We wanted to live in peace, as equals to our human cousins, yet they rejected us. Five years ago, The colonies made contact with the Coredians, and built up a massive military machine. The Cylon, being ou numbered and outgunned decided to attack the colonies, in order to ensure our survival, but we underestimated the Coredian allies. We were quickly dispatched, fighting against technologies, and tactics that we had never seen, thus could not predict. This was a dark time for the cylon.

Out of this darkness though came a beacon of light. When we finally surrendered, Commander Adama, created a peace treaty that shocked the cylon and enraged the colonies. His plan, was to protect and intergrate the cylon back into human society, not as slaves but as full citizens. All debt was forgiven, and the past was wiped clean. Of course the colonies hated this, but as with any treaty, it is law. The treaty even gave a provision to allow us a member in the Quorium, as a representitive, until such time as the Cylon was seen as a Colonial.

The Colonials are in fact human, in every sense. They like you worship their gods, although they have more than four.

"And it is a pleasure to meet you, daughter of Kobol." He smirked wryly. "You are all that could be expected of our distant cousins. So human, so delightfully pure. Rare, that such stock should exist amongst the stars and escape our notice." He gestured with one great gauntleted hand.

"Come, let me show you around. You stand within the Imperial Palace, dwarfing most of a continent. You stand in the heart of my power, in the presence of a living God. It is only fitting that you be awed by the true scale of our might."

Admiral Cain walked up next to the Emperor, somewhat caustiously. I would love to see the wonders that your people have to offer, from orbit, I was quite impressed by the improvements that you made in your system. How long did they take to build up, and for how long have you ruled your people?

As she looked around the Palace, she was quite in awe. Your palace is massive, and quite beautiful in it's darkness. A strange and surprising look, I must say. How long did it take for your people to construct this palace?
Chronosia
12-04-2007, 14:57
"A most interesting story." She smiled politely, drumming her fingers against the table, smirking as she leaned forward to drink. "You both seem to have went through numerous hardships, with the ultimate resolution of greater unity. In the name of peace, cooperation and brotherhood you have set aside your differences to better your civilisations." She chuckled. "There must, of course, be some distrust. You tried to wipe them out, to kill them. A genocidal war against your parental race.

Surely they must harbor some hatred of you, fear and distrust poisoning entire worlds. Do you really think you are equal on their Quoram?"

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Remiel smiled, his every movement fluid and flawless. He raised a hand bedecked in finery to match the rest of his body,

"These are the accomplishments of my people, laid down throughout the decades and centuries since we departed from Earth, holy Terra. We fought once for the ideas of a dead Empire. Now we fight for our gods, driving us to expand and convert, to turn the universe to our glorious view."

He lets a wry grin split his face, his laughter echoing around them. "What you saw from orbit was but a fraction of the Imperium's glory. Of my glory, crafted in the name of my Father, but blessed now in my name. In the name of the true Scion of Chaos.

This palace rose in the first years of my fathers reign. It is where he lived, ruled, and ultimately where he died. I took his life, and used his sacrifice to remake the Imperium, to usher in the second age.

And brought forth the words of Chaos, the true will of the Gods, to remake this material plane."
Orthodox Gnosticism
12-04-2007, 20:44
James looks Lise, in the eyes, "Of Course we are not their equals, even if that representitive has full power, they still out number us 12 to 1. Yet however we do recognize, that humanity is trying. Of course it will take them a long time to overcome their hatred, after all they are a flawed creation, from their false gods, yet at the moment, the threats in the galaxy are too numerous for us to be truly divided.

Do they hate us, yes. Do they curse us, sure. Are they trying to cooperate, and be unified, very much so. Are we slaves, no. As long as they try, so will we. After all, we have come to the conclusion that the plan to destroy humanity was flawed, as well as futile. Humanity has spread across the universe from Earth, not from Kobal. We now Know that we need each other, and without each other we will be destroyed.

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Admiral Cain looks around at all of the sights the Emperor has shown her, in awe of their power, their strength.

I admire the fact that in your society that strength seems to be the focal point, along with the worship of your gods of course. You mention that you killed your father in order to attain your Emperor status. Is this common, in your society. Our society is ruled by politicians, that quite often more than not serve their own self interests rather than that of the people, or the needs of the service. They do not see past their own agendas, their own limited sight.

Tell me Emperor, if you will, I have come to discuss a truce bewteen our people. I am sure that you know of our friendship with the Coredians by now, and I do not wish to hide that. I am also sure that you in your wisdom would know that, we are not the Coredians, that any offense given on them is not given on us, and hopefully vice versa. I have come to meet with you, and then return home to try to convience the politicians that we are not enemies. I have seen your weapons, and your amor and your ships, as well as met with representitives of your society. I am very impressed, and I wish to be able to tell my government of the things I have witnessed. What do you say?
Orthodox Gnosticism
17-04-2007, 16:56
While there is a lull in this thread enjoy this video. Even if you do not like country music, I hope you see the humor in it. Enjoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRyXuIuDG0U
Chronosia
18-04-2007, 02:20
"And as I understand it you are the creation of men, flawed men at that, as opposed to any god. You add a divinity to your creation that is lacking, utterly lacking. Men made you, men made what you came from. It is only fitting that you be regarded as the children of men, their bastard sons, rather than the children of god." She smirks.

"We Chronosians know human nature, know it well. We are descended from the sons of Earth itself. Purified by sacrifice, glorified by the Gods. Our very flesh is touched by the divine and the gifts they offer to us. We have refined war and conquest into our most glorious pursuits, our truest nature, the most basic article of faith.

To kill in their name."

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"Our strength is the strength of our armies, the strength of our faith" Remiel chuckles lightly. "We are blessed and cursed and destined for greatness. Destined to bring our beliefs to every corner of the universe and burn away the heretical.

I killed my father because it was my destiny. To rise up from death, to return and cast down his order, to institute my own rule and bring the Chronosian people that much closer to their true destiny...It is not common, but it is how it occured, how it will happen again, no doubt." He chuckles. "I serve my people and my Gods, and yes even myself...But I am no politician, for there are none who would dare deny me.

You are welcome in these halls, Admiral, dalliance with the Coredians or no. You will see wonders. Black miracles and dark gifts. I shall show you the world as no other of your race has ever. I will send you back with the glories of the Imperium upon your lips. What say you?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
18-04-2007, 02:34
James smirks at Lise's attempt to taunt him, and his spirituality.

"You are truly human, he smiles, but you are not as holy as you think yourself. You claim to be pure, unlike the colonies, but you yourself also descend from the colonies, from Kobal itself, as the colonies do. I am their child, the child of flawed men, but you are the flawed men, descendents from the "Lords of Kobal", the thirteenth tribe of humanity. Thus I fully believe you when you say you know human nature, and their flaws. You are the very image of that.

Murder was the first act of humanity, the one true art they perfected. Generations upon generations set on killing, destroying, it must irk you that your children have become immune to such an art, and perfected it so. After all I can not be killed, but you can.

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Admiral Cain looks at the Emperor. It sounds like your society somewhat remembers the scriptures, All that has happened before will happen again. The actors change, but the plot remains the same. This is very interesting, how is it that you lost your knowledge of Kobal, yet seem to retain it's ideas?

"I thank you for your hospitality, she states after hearing the fact that she is welcome here, as I could not say the same for you on the Colonies. Usually the friend of our enemy is our enemy. I am glad to see you are enlightened, in this respect.

As the Emperor offers to show her all of the wonders of the Chronosian Empire, Admiral Cain replies,

I would love to see everything that you wish for me to see. And yes, I will report back to the colonies, of all that I see, and perhaps we can begin to have a sustained diplomatic treaties, and a long lasting and mututally beneficial friendship. It should ease my case since you are from Earth, the colonies have been looking for our long lost cousins from Earth for years. Tell me though the Coredians claim to have been from earth as well, some region called Japan. What do you know of this?
Chronosia
22-04-2007, 18:23
"We care nothing for yuor fantastical beliefs of Earth's panspermia, that life from Earth came from some distant source. Instead we hold our manifest destiny as humans to conquer the galaxy, the universe in the name of the Dark Gods. They have offered us power beyond reason, and it is only fitting that we serve them well" She chuckled "We thrive on war, bloodshed, murder. It is an artform that we have perfected, not in descent of flawed beings but in the perfection of ourselves.

We have dedicated ourselves to the glories of our Gods, of Chaos itself, and we have been made glorious. We have seen things that even your machine eyes could not comprehend. I imagine there are ways for your race to be killed. Ways for them to be seperated from the cycle of death and rebirth. Otherwise why would you have bowed to the will of men? Joined in their peace?"
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"You'll forgive me Admiral." He chuckled lightly. "I was...reading you to a degree. I try to make those guests I entertain feel at home within these walls, and so I quote your scripture, I bring forth the views that you would wish to hear.

But you can be assured that there are no lies in my voice, nor in my actions. I have brought you here that you might become a part of something glorious, something older than time and grander than either of our civilisations.

We have not been from Earth for a long time. Our territories there are ancient and self-absorbed, but our Empire now sprawls across a vast area of space. No one nation holds claim to all of Holy Earth, rather it is divided and disputed by myriad factions. The Coredians did indeed come from Japan, and as I understand it hold territory there still. We have no care nor concern for our lost lands. My father, when his rule was untouched by Chaos, brought us from Earth to find new worlds of our own.

In our time we have seen many, known many races...." He drifts off, gesturing for her to follow him. They emerge into an immense chamber, dominated by a throne of black stone and precious jewels and metals. "This is the heart of my realm. My throne from which I rule over a mighty expanse, and dominate countless worlds.

This is the keystone of my Empire, and the heartland of my domain. And you are welcome here, and throughout all my lands. This is but the beginning of what I will show you."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-04-2007, 18:59
James smiles. We have our own reasons for joining them in peace. Mainly we had it in our minds that we were to replace our parents. This of course was a flawed plan. We have since decided that it is in our best interests to be the best machines the universe has ever known, and to be with our parents in peace. TO aid them, and accelerate their progress. Of course humanity is hesitant to this progress, but as your children, it is our duty to take care of our parents, as they becoem elderly.

Devotion to God is the highest priority, and to this I can understand your paradigm. Service to the divine, is not only the holiest of all acts, it is the right act. In this we are in agreement. We had it in our mind, that to kill humanity was the will of God, and as such again I understand your paradigm. We are not so dissimiliar, in reality. Tell me how did you discover the dark gods that you worship, and what gifts did they bestow upon you, so that I may better understand, and tell the Colonial government?

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The Admiral follows the Emperor of the Chronosian Empire, as he talks of making her feel welcome, in his own special way. She delighted to hear of the news from Earth, or as he put it Holy Terra. Why they thought of the
13th colony as Holy still escaped her, but that was of little importance. The Chronosians were strong, that was obvious, but their society harbored not only on this strength but cunning. She respected this, even admired to a certain extent.

As she walked into the throne room, her eyes gazed upon the dark throne. THe chair looked very uncomfortable to sit in, but thrones were never designed for comfort, they were designed to be a symbol of power, the very symbol of the Emperor.

"This room is very impressive", Admiral Cain stated.

"I am honored that I am welcome to any of your lands. If I may ask, your Inquistor hinted at the cause of the Coreidan war that you are currently engaged in, as well as your role in the Galactic Empire. If I may be so bold, I would wish to hear from you how this occured, and why.

The admiral began to walk with the Emperor again, as he continued to show her the monsterous palace that he controlled his Empire from.
Chronosia
23-04-2007, 17:13
"The Gods came upon us when we stood for the truth of the God-Emperor, a long dead idea held up by the Imperium of Man. We were taken, almost in a single night, a massive betrayal and an unimaginable blessing. Ever psyker in the Imperium screamed in psychic horror as they were re-made, transformed, and all our worlds and people with it.

Enlightened, if you will." She chuckled coyly. "Since then, we have pledged ourselves to them. Powers whom once we fought and now embrace as the only true way."

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"The Coredians are degenerate heretics. We once fought them because the Sith promised to aid us in restoring the glory of Humanity, but after the fall to Chaos...They became even more zealous in their hatred" He smirked.

"We have brought atrocity down upon them, wars that shook the very firmament of heaven. We sundered worlds and systems to thwart them. Eventually, their current leader, Daniel Masaki succeeded in killing me. But the Gods would not let me slip away. They made me anew, and I redeemed the Imperium, brought it forth stronger than ever, even ruled the Empire for a time. But now, we are a part of them and yet more independant than any of them. We are the Warmasters of the Empire.

Gods, amongst mere mortals, with power over every vessel and soldier in the Empire"
Orthodox Gnosticism
23-04-2007, 17:24
Admiral Cain looked at the Emperor when he talked about his resurection. Her eyes filled with hate, as the tale of his death and rebirth reminded her of her old enemy, the enemy that had been mistakenly allowed within the Colonial fold.

She thought to herself of a million memories, of the battles, and dead men and women under her command, the broken battlestars, and the bodies floating out the airlock. Her mind thought of the cylon infultrator, and how that cylon allowed a raiding party onboard the Pegasus, which killed 600 of her crew. She took a gulp as the memories caused her to be in a near bloodrage.

So you were brought back to life, Admiral Cain says with anger behind her voice. The enemy I fought many years to destroy had a similiar ability to come back to life, an enemy which tried to destroy my race on numerous occasion.

She then began to return to her senses. Forgive me, she states, just the thought of being resurected, reminds me of that war, and the enemy that I crushed beneath my boots. Many of my men and women were lost, even as painful as that was, that compares nothing to the hatred I have for those damn machines.

I can understand your war, the hate and anger you must have, and the death that you bring to your enemy. In many ways we are not that dissimiliar. I have ordered planets to be wiped out, as well as entire enemy fleets to be destroyed. In the final battle of the Second Cylon War, I lost many people, and had my own ship not been crippled, the treaty that was signed with them would have been quite different.

(OOC: you had to mention resurrection didn't you :) )

She then looks forward down the great hall and begins to resume walking with the Emperor.
Chronosia
05-05-2007, 14:25
"I am not some conciousness downloaded into a waiting body, Admiral" Remiel spoke calmly, a self-amused smirk crossing his perfect, almost porcelain, features. "I am soul and will and flesh reborn through woman by the will of my Gods." He walks with her, his strides immense and inhuman next to her normal gait, his armor aglow with power, crackling with dark runes and alive with the might that conveys him from place to place.

"Daniel Masaki destroyed my physical shell, and I was remade. Within the womb of a woman, a child awaited, marked even before its birth. It's birthcry was mine, as I tore free of the wretched flesh of woman and was remade. I set systems to the flame as the heralds of my return, and I marched upon Chronosia Prime and laid low my father.

I became more than I could have ever been, my destiny was revealed, as the scion of Chaos and the Everchosen of their will. The redeemer of this galaxy and every human in it, not just a gift to one people, but to our entire species."
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-05-2007, 15:38
So you were brought back to life, to save the entire human race after you were murdered. What a unique story, to be truthful we do not have any such stories to compare to what you have been through. It is also easy to see why you hate the Jedi so much.

She smiles. I would like to see our societies not harbor any ill will towards each other. To do this however, I will require something to present the Quorium and the President. Although my voice does have weight, as the commander of a Battlestar Group, and as the Supreme Commander of the Second Cylon war, the people of the Twelve Colonies are very distrustful of any and all people outside the colonies.

If you have anything that can help me to show the Quorium and the President of not only your sincerity as well as the truth of your claims that would go a long way in gaining their trust.
Chronosia
05-05-2007, 15:49
"And how would I do that?" He leads her through the twisting passages of the palace, the myriad walls gleaming with sorcery and stone, alive with dark technology. Doors open as he approaches and they emerge finally into an immense hall of black stone. It is a temple, a fane, the altar reddened with the blood of countless, staining even stone which seems to drink in all light.

He lays a single hand upon it, gazing up at the vast temple, a million voices raised in praise and worship, daemons gibbering and twisting between realities. He closes his eyes, smirking, his tongue playing over his lips as he watches every runic pattern alight.

"What can I offer to your people to show my good will, to show that I am not the enemy that you would so fear...I am a friend, I am an ally. I am salvation" He chuckles, richly, throatily. "I will never age, nor die so long as Slaanesh lays his lusting touch upon me. I shall never wither through disease with Nurgle at my side. Mighty Khorne motivates my blade in battle, and Tzeentch opens my mind to all mysteries of the universe. I am their chosen, bemarked of Chaos Ascendant." He turns back to her, his eyes aglow with an almost feral power.

"What would you give to wield such power? To lay low the Cylons who betrayed your people, who murdered your crew...The same murderers who now walk amongst your people. How long do you honestly think it will be before they attack again?

How many more would lie dead?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-05-2007, 19:43
Admiral Cain stares off into the distance to see the millions of chaos in their dark forms worshipping the Emperor.

To kill the murders, I would do a lot, she replied. I know that this truce is a foolish hope, that as soon as they can build up enough force, and get into enough areas to significantly weaken us, they will restart the war. You are right, it is only a matter of time. However the cylons are not the biggest threat to the colonies right now. Although all of those bastards deserve to be slowly tortured and systamatically broken, before being put to a final death, there are worse threats out in the black of space, like the sith.

What would you ask, for the ability to wipe out those that threaten the colonies, and to protect the people even from their own niave desires?
Chronosia
05-05-2007, 20:23
"My dear, I am desire" He chuckles lightly, running a hand through the black forest of his hair. "I have served the Dark Prince for so long, let my body taste every lust, desire and temptation that could ever exist, and through it all I have learned a singular truth.

Men are weak. They lust and they hunger for temptation. How many of your race were drawn in by the Cylons? Seduced and fooled and decieved? Much like the Jedi do with their prey. They lure in unwitting forces, decieve them with lies and falsehoods and make them their meatshields. Even now, your men could be dying for nothing. For the pride of Daniel Masaki.

The Empire brings mankind together against the threats to it, the abominable and alien threats that lie in the darkness. We nurture unity, brotherhood, strength. That is what you desire. Culture and art is left untouched, belief not infringed upon. The Empire would make you gods, while the Jedi, the Coredians, will bring you nothing but ruin.

I have seen it before."
Orthodox Gnosticism
05-05-2007, 20:48
"What do you mean that our men our dying for nothing? She looks at Ramiel, her eyes almost on fire." Is their something that I do not know, or is that comment just in general?"

"I do not desire to be a goddess, too many people praying and nothing getting done, I would prefer to just protect my people from annihilation, and return any desire to hurt the colonies, with the complete humiliation and destruction of their society.

"One thing I will say about Daniel, is that he keeps his word. He came in and helped us to destroy the cylon threat for the moment. He asked nothing in turn. Although I know your point of view, they have aided us. We will not betray our agreements with him, nor would we betray any agreement with you if we make one.

I do not have any love of the force though. Frak it, if it was so all encompassing why is it, that it never revealed itself to us. The gods are the only ones that came to us, and gave us knowledge. And above all else I have learned that the gods help those who help themselves.
Chronosia
05-05-2007, 20:57
"I know nothing, my dear. I am merely a servant of greater forces than any of us can truly understand. You need not be a Goddess to save your people, but the power that we could offer you would make it so that none of them need suffer needlessly. Ask yourself this, how did the Masaki's move so quickly to crush the Cylons?

How did the Coredians know how and when to strike? Was it mere coincidence that their weapons we so effective, their power so absolute, their Battlestars so like yours...

Ask yourself this, with such power as they have. Their force...Why did they leave you to suffer so absolutely? He may never have broken a promise, but perhaps that is because he knows more than he says. Perhaps our dear Daniel, is not all that he appears. He too returned from the dead, did you know that? He blew himself up to attempt and destroy the Imperial Capital Coruscant and the Emperor with him...Only to return to flesh, in a new body...Not born through flesh."
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-05-2007, 15:18
Our intellegence is still trying to figure out if it were coincidence or not that their battlestar designs are so similiar to ours. We assume since they are originally from earth which is the 13th colony of Kobal that their society had some record or even something in their culture from us that gave them the design.

THey knew when to attack because when we were having diplomatic negotations with them when the cylons decided to attack the colonies. Again it was either coincidence, or their God instructed them to find us at the time they did.

Their weapons were very effective against the cylons, because at the time we had no defense against energy weapons. Both cylon and colonial at the time used only kenetic weapons, and armor was the main defense against that. How can you defend yourself against things you do not know?

The first rule of war is to study your enemy. The cylons did not have such time to do so. Maybe they are withholding something, maybe they are not. I do not know. However we do not care for the force though, because if it truly exists, it did leave us to suffer. Only the Lords of Kobal aided us and allowed us to continue to live. They gave us t he warnings, and allowed us to know of the subtle traitors in our midst that would have destroyed us. Without such forewarning, we would have suffered even greater losses.

This power that you speak of, tell me what it is. To say you will have the power of a goddess, is such a vast idea that I do not understand. Do you mean technological power, or inherit?
Chronosia
08-05-2007, 13:45
"Coincidence indeed. Too many coincidences for my liking, if you'll forgive me for questioning your assumptions Admiral. You have not fought the Coredians as I have fought them. There are wars the Imperium has waged that would put your scuffles with the Cylon very much to shame. They hide secrets, they curry dark knowledge and they hide their true faces. I would beg you do not become pawns in their struggle." He chuckles lightly, turning his attention away from her to the vast chamber, as an aide scuttles towards him, whispering in his ear.

"I see. Remind my brothers charge that we have agreements in place. The Balroggans and the..." He turns pointedly. "Colonials. Are not to be harmed." He sighs, his face seeming to sag as he turns his gleaming eyes back towards the Admiral. "I'm afraid it may already have begun. Your fleets side with the Coredians against the Empire in the throes of conquest. Asfaltum is borne down upon by our might, and those who would claim to be loyal to you are with them, among others.

The Gods have allowed me great power, great influence. They have let me build up my Empire, grow strong...I offer you only my guarantee that Chaos can offer you the same, if you but aid me in my plight."
Orthodox Gnosticism
08-05-2007, 14:49
"That can not be, if the Colonies had any kind of attack plan then I would have been notified of it. Admiral Cain thought to herself, 'Whoever authorized an attack without my knowledge head will roll. What kind of idiot would attack an enemy that you know nothing about.'

"Thank you for your non aggression against our ships, this is a situation that I will take care of as soon as I get back to the Ares. Have any of my ships attacked yours yet. Whoever authorized this attack will wish they had not. However are you sure that it is our ships in the attack, after all most likely they would try to destroy the planet's surface if they percieved a beachhead operation about to take place. Have their been any orbital bombardments from the colonial ships?" Admiral Cain stated.

"Do not attack the Balrooga, she thought to herself. Why would the Chronosians desire to protect the ally of their enemy, unless, they have some sort of agreement as I am trying to do. Frak, if this is true then the Coredians really are screwed."

She then turned to Ramiel, "What plight is it that you need my assistance with?"
Chronosia
13-05-2007, 18:20
"You have been decieved and you have been betrayed, Admiral. The Coredians thrive on such villainous deceits. They make you think that you do the work of the Gods, whne they themselves are godless heathens. They bring together forces merely to defend themselves and their ailing rebellion. They are not even a nation!" He sighs. "The true Coredians have sworn allegience to the Empire and to the powers of the Sith.

Yet you are decieved by lies and falsehoods. We do not hide who we are, we do not shirk from our dark destinies, instead we fight for what we believe in. I need you to fight now, Admiral. For me. For Chronosia. To accept our aid and our power and to liberate your people. When all your fleets have shed their blood for the Coredians, when all those bodies have been offered up to your Gods, last prayers and final rites....What then will the Cylon do?"

He sighs again, almost empathetically. "What will they do when the Coredians have traded your friendship for blood?"
Chronosia
15-05-2007, 03:28
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Orthodox Gnosticism
15-05-2007, 03:50
"The Coridians have what" Admiral Cain shouts. Her face became the very face of Ares the god of war, her anger so encompassing, that it seems to almost consume the air around her. Her pupils begin to dialate as she stares at the Emperor of the Chronosian Empire, as if she were a hunter, looking at her prey. Her thoughts strayed of planet's surfaces being covered in the mushroom aftermath of her mind, reaching into the very heart of darkness, she wanted to destroy all her enemies. At least the cylons were honest in their destruction, but if what Remiel said was true then the Coredians themselves would be a more insidious enemy.

"What evidence do you have to back up that statement", Admiral Cain demanded. "If what you say is true, then they must be extermnated. Why would the Coredians swear allegance to the Empire, and send us on a course of war against them, and even show us data that they have been attempting to destroy them? Why would they send an attack fleet against the Empire to twart their taking of a planet if they are in allegance with the Empire? Why would you be at war and enemies of someone who is swarn to the Empire?" Admiral Cain asked. Her voice was almost of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and battle.
Orthodox Gnosticism
24-05-2007, 01:34
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Chronosia
31-05-2007, 19:30
"The Coredian dispute with the Empire is ultimately one rooted in blood. A dispute over the Throne, and whether it belongs to Lady Nightshade, or her brother Daniel. The Coredians loyal to Daniel wage a brutal war against the Empire, unyielding in their terrorist sympathies. Willing to use anyone as pawns. You do not ally yourselves with a nation proper, but with the outcasts and the dregs of that society, hell bent upon our destruction" He chuckled, looking past her as the blood flowed from those sacrifices offered in the name of Chaos, offered in his name.

"I can offer you the strength of arms to strike back, Admiral. I can make you a ruler, a power to be reckoned with. The Gods know you, know your name, your deeds. You are one whom we can trust, who can serve..." His tongue slides over his sharpened teeth in an almost animal motion, his hands closing about her shoulders, his touch surprisingly light within the clawed, ornate gauntlets.

"The Gods can bless you with the power to lay low all who oppose you, even the most hidden of Cylons...The servants of the Machine God shall bring forth all the fury of their dark armaments, powered by the will of the Warp. If you but yield to me, and ask for the power. If you but acknowledge the power of the Gods, and me as their Scion. I, as your salvation.

Kneel."
Orthodox Gnosticism
06-06-2007, 14:49
Admiral Cain's mind filled with the possibilities of the dark promises that Remiel was speaking of. Power that is inconcievable, the power to lay waste to the enemies of the Colonies, to protect her home, her family, the desire to see all that wish the Colonies harm layed down to waste. Truly these promises were grand. If they are true...

Admiral Cain continued to think of the cylons layed down, dead, really dead unable to ressurrect, unable to download into a new body. She would have vengence for all of the dead, for all of the suffering that had and would continue into the far future. The promise was truly a gift, that she would gladly have accepted had it not been for one annoying voice in her head...

"You are the representitive of the Twelve Colonies, you can not bow down before a foreign leader. If you do it will be as if the Colonies themselves are surrendering. It will be as if your worlds are to be subserviant to the Chronosiam Imperium."

Admiral Cain took a step back, out of Remiel's dark embrace.

"Your offer is very enticing. You offer myself great gifts, and truly I can not even begin to comprehend what you are even offering, but it is gracious of you. I am also grateful for the friendship that you have offered myself, and the Colonies of Kobal. However if it were not for the fact that I am a representitive of my worlds, I would gladly accept your offer, but my duty and my allegiance is to the Colonies of Kobal. I can not kneel."

"I would however like to return to my ship, to tell the Colonies of your amiable treatment of myself, and to tell them everything that you have told me. I am certain the Quorium would be most interested in hearing the reports that you have told me of the Coredians. You also have my pledge as the Supreme Commander of the Colonial Fleet, that unless your ships attack us we will not attack you. Maybe even soon, we can set up full diplomatic relations, and if I have anything to say about it, perhaps an alliance."
Chronosia
12-06-2007, 15:53
"These things will take time. A luxury that you do not possess, my dear Admiral. The universe is vast, and you fail as a culture to consider all the powers that dwell within it. While the Coredians pray to their force, and acknowledge only power where there ought to be faith and fervor...There are others who know the meaning of divinity. I had thought that you might be amongst them." He smirks, bristling past her as he dips his hands into the red lifeblood of all who have been offered to Khorne.

"I was once so less. I strove for a single purpose, a single God. But I was remade, reformed to bring a message to all of Mankind. That the Universe is a place of madness, a place of Chaos. That the Gods will return and liberate us from our shackles, as I have already been liberated." He smiled. "You do not wish to kneel because you are proud. Are you proud of all you have done, Admiral? Of all the men who died because of Cylon treachery?

Of all the men who will die because of your laxity? Are you proud?" He chuckles lightly, raising one stained gauntlet to his face, tongue teasing across the red ichor. "Your duty is to your people. Your duty is to the people of the Colonies, not the bureaucracy that would oppress them! How long will the Quoram argue while the Coredians lie and decieve and use you? How long will they even be effective when the Jedi turn their mind tricks upon them?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
15-06-2007, 20:46
"Time is all I have, and all I need my dear Emperor." Admiral Cain retourts. "As of right now, the Coredians have shown the Twelve Colonies of Kobal nothing but friendship. Your history with them not withstanding, I do not have any evidence to give to the Quorum to show their treason against the colonies, nor do I have any evidence that the Coredians have swayed the Quorum or the President. However if that is proven to be true, then you have my word, as the Admiral of the Colonial Fleet, that I will take appropriate action."

She looks at Emperor Remiel, as if she were his equal. "Yes I am proud of my previous actions, and saddened by many of the things that were neccessary to carry them out, but all I have done has been for the surivival of the human race, for all humans. I will continue to act in the best interests of both humanity as well as that of the Colonies."

"For now be assured that we will stand with you and your society, unless it is against the Coredians. Like you, the Coredians are our friends and allies. We will not betray them, anymore than we would you, if you accept the Colonies friendship. You are human, like us, and as such we will be there if we are needed. We will defend the human species as we always have, and as you claim you always have as well."

"I do not however extend this to the Galactic Empire. I only make to you and your empire. If however your claims prove to be true, that the Coredians are part of the Galactic Empire, that the small faction with Emperor Daniel is indeed only fighting for the crown of the Coredian Empire, and that the Coredians are not only influencing the Colonies in a way that only benefits them, and leads us to the slaughter, then things WILL be different. If the Quorum is proven to be subverted by and controlled by the jedi, then those priests will pay for their sins with their lives, as will those that follow them. For now I can assure you the Colonies will stand with you as soon as I can get back to Caprica. If evidence appears that validates ALL of your claims, then I will bring every Admiral and Commander in the Colonial Fleet here to Chronosia Prime to kneel before you."
Chronosia
18-06-2007, 17:05
"Go then." A smile seemed to dance across his features as though wracked by wry amusement. "Go, Admiral...And tell those who dwell in your colonies of the taint apparent. And congratulate them. They have slew many in the name of glory. They have damned themselves by their action." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"Ask them of the sundered world and the howling void! Ask them of all that has come to pass and all that will. Of glory, as only true glory ought to be. Blood. Thunder. Doom. You will see it all, my dear Admiral. All this and more.

For the damnation has already begun. The Coredian taint lodged so deep that they will deny any knowledge, and your leaders will cajole and offer up a lamb to slaughter. They are using you even now. Run, and tell them of my dark wonders and my infinite glory. Tell them that I am their only hope.

I am their salvation and the salvation of all life. All mankind."
Orthodox Gnosticism
18-06-2007, 20:31
Admiral Cain looked at Emperor Remiel with confusion. "What do you mean about the sundered world, and the howling void?" She walked back up to him, I need to know what you know has occured. What have the colonies done to being about damnation, and persecution?" She knew that the Chronosians were given "powers" from the gods, but what gift was this that allowed him to know something that was not available to her.

"I will go, and report my findings. I would however like the coordinates to be able to come back here to discuss things at a future date. She held her hand out to shake the Emperors hand. Let me know these things, and I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to make certain the colonies are amiable towards your people, and to you."
Chronosia
19-06-2007, 13:43
"I'm tied in with the Imperial battlenet. Implants that allow me to hear radio signals, ear-mounted coms-devices. All that fine equipment tells me that an act of detestable genocide has just been perpetrated against the foes of Asfaltum. As I recall, I had men on the surface of that world, my brother Primarch amongst them" Remiel smiles as though untroubled by the news.

"I don't quite know Admiral, whether to commend you or have you executed as a traitor-enemy of the Imperium. You may have cleansed out hated foe, but you may also have lain low my sibling. Doubtful, of course, the Primarchs are made of stronger stuff and Hakar's legion are a hardy lot. All Khornate's are...But the void. The howling void will repay your traitorous brethern in full. A Force Storm engulfs all who oppose, all who harbor sin in their hearts.

The will of the Gods, doubtlessly. Go, Admiral. Go before your race acts more without your sage wisdom." He chuckles wryly, seating himself. "I would ask one favor though. I require insight into these...Cylons and their ways. Into their technology and culture. You will provide me with an expert. I'm certain you have someone who understands them. Someone who won't be missed from your hallowed Colonies?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 01:36
Several Hours later, onboard the Battlestar Ares, a raptor begins to land in the flightpod of the massive battlestar. Admiral Cain looked out the cockpit, and saw a truly glorious sight, the sight of home. Although she had been away a short time, still it felt like an eternity. She knew that a lot of work had to be done, and within a short amount of time. Her time was precious, and her talks very fruitful, even if the fruit tasted bitter.

As she walked out of the Raptor, a delegation of Marines, and Colonel Fisk awaited her.

"WHat news do you have." she asked her XO.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Colonel Fisk responded.

"There was news that we are invading an enemy, which I had no knowledge of, nor did I plan. What the hell happened while I was gone, and who ordered the annihilation of a planet."

Colonel Fisk replied very nervously, "Um sir, While you were on mission, the Battlestar Orion in the Asfaltum sector was trapped by the EMpire. It would seem they have some soprt of field that when close to our ships stops them from jumping, although the range is far more limited than those who use hyperdrives. One raptor was able to get back to Caprica to inform the colonies. "

He stopped to clear his throat, knowing the Admiral of the Fleet would be furious at hearing this report.

"Sir, the president authorized in a moments notice 12 battlestars and the Battlestar Hera to go to the asfaltum sector and find out the Orion's fate. We have not heard anything else as of late.

Admiral Cain's rage could barley be contained. The President authorized a mission, that could send the colonies into a war when we know so little about the enemy we are fighting. Prepare the ship to jump, is Lise still on board?

"No sir, she left for her own vessel the moment the Chronosian vessel returned. She seemed very faithful to her gods, but not much else in the way of true usefulness."

Admiral Cain and Colonel Fisk began to walk to the CIC, "Jack, I have a mission for you, I want you to get Giaus Baltar out of jail. I want a detachment of marines, sent to the military prision, and I want him to be taken out discreetly. Have a raptor nearby to pick him up, and brought to these coordinates.

Colonel Fisk looked confused at Admiral Cain's request. "Sir, you want to free the man who sold us out?"

Admiral Cain looked at Colonel Fisk in the eyes, "No colonel, I want to send him to a worse fate than we can give him, death is not good enough for that peice of crap.

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On Caprica, Thales Military Facility, four hours later, Giaus Baltar stood in his cell, watching the clock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, it was the only thing he had to listen to all day and night. The noise was deafening in it's soft annoying way. Tick Tock, Tick tock, then he heard a new sound, as the glass doors began to pull back.

Five marines jumped into his cell.

"What the frak is the meaning of this,"Baltar yelled.

"Turn around gods dammit, or we will blow your frakkin head off." one of the marines yelled.

Baltar scared, began to turn, as he felt somehting warm run down his leg. His white pants now turned yellow, he looked to the wall. A beautiful blond haired woman appeared, "Now now Giaus, isn't that embarrassing. THe woman smiled, yet none of the guards seemed to notice her.

"What the frak is going on?" he yelled. The guards yelled back shut the frak up, as he felt the cold of steel, wrap around his hands.

The woman looked at Gaius, the lover of his past, and replied, "God has seen fit to save you, to make you more than what you are. Then that was all he saw. A black bag went over his head, and he felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as one of the marines took the butt of his gun and smashed it into his forehead.

He awoke 30 minutes later, naked on the landing platform of some unknown world. Baltar began to stand up, wiping the blood off his forehead, as he heard in the distance, chanting, prayers,... and screams. As he looked up he saw the fading image of a colonial raptor, growing smaller and smaller in the sky until it vanished in a brillaint white glow. He felt alone, cold, and scared. What had he done to be left on a desolate rock like this, he wondered. Had God truly forsaken him? he thought to himself
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 01:49
"And I looked, and I beheld traitors of every color and creed. Of every world and every galaxy. And they looked to me and saw not death, nor the cold hand of torment. But salvation and strength" A voice boomed, enhanced by the vox-sponder laced into his armor. The figure was immense, greater than Baltar, greater even than the Astartes warriors at his side who dwarfed Baltar themselves. A hand, a great gleaming gauntlet, moved up and through his dark hair, a smirk upon his flawless lips.

More than any other being, this giant, this god-being seemed to embody absolute physical perfection. Laughter broke across his face, a feral grin splitting his features.

"Gaius Baltar. For crimes against the Colonies of Kobol, you would have been murdered. Killed. Brutalised for all to see. Their traitor cast down and broken. Great men do not deserve that fate, Gaius. I can call you Gaius, can't I?" He chuckled again.

"I am Remiel De Drakan, the divine Emperor of all the Chronosian Imperium. This means nothing to you, of course. But you are now far from the reaches of your Colonies, far from the cold hand of Colonial law and the delightful Admiral Cain. To the rest of the Colonies, you've died rather quietly. Suicide I believe." He smiled, kneeling till he was face to face with Baltar, this cowering man-thing. "I expect you'll want to thank me..."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 01:56
Baltar tried to stand up, but the concussion to his head made him feel dizzy. "Suicide, Admiral Cain, what is going on here?" Gaius Baltar asked, his voice quibbling in fear. I have done no crimes, I was set up, by that woman, a cylon... I had no clue that she wanted to destroy the colonies, I thought she was after a defense contract. HOw the hell was I supposed to know the toasters looked like humans, he asked, scared out of his mind.

How do you know Admiral Cain, and what exactly did you do to get me released?" He asked as he tried to stand again, only to fall down face first on the hard black stone, beneath his body. His head continued to spin, as the world seemed to desire to keep him down. All he could see is death, and pain, the true glory of the Chronsian Empire.
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 02:02
He laughs, this Primarch, this Emperor, this God in mortal shell. He laughs without pity, as he gestures to the armored warriors at his side. "Get him up." He moves as they drag him to his feet, circling him with an almost predatory guile. "Admiral Cain was conducting diplomacy with us, we the strange race from beyond the Colonies, we the strange lost branch of Humanity. I asked her for an expert, someone who understands the way the Cylons work, the way the Colonies work. She provided you, I can only imagine how she got you out.

What matters now, Gaius, is that you are here. I have freed you, and you will be rewarded for the service you can do me. Rewarded beyond your wildest of imaginings. I can put entire worlds at your command, worlds dedicated to science and technology, to lost arts and to black futures.

I have taken you out of bondage, to lay the galaxy at your feet. The Colonials think you dead, they cannot imagine what part you have to play in the salvation of all your race. The Gods have spoken, Gaius, and they have been pleased by your sin."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 02:13
Gaius's face draws a blank. "You wanted to save me, yet you know nothing about me, he replied. He looked over to see the very blond lover, who once knew his every desire, and who made him lose everything.

"I told you Gaius, that God loves you, that you will be rewarded, and that those who made you suffer would pay. Here is God's fulfillment of that promise. He will use these pagans, to do his will. They will gratify you, and give you the power to achieve all, to one day be able to go back home and proclaim your innocence. " Head - Six responded.

Gaius stared at her. "That sounds nice, but tell me, what exactly do you mean. Several hours ago I was on death row. How did I become free, short ofa miracle, and now I am being offered planets, and science beyond my dreams. You speak of sin, I am innocent, he yells. Then as if in a flashback, he rehears the words of Remiel... Admiral Cain was conducting diplomacy with us, we the strange race from beyond the Colonies, we the strange lost branch of Humanity. I asked her for an expert, someone who understands the way the Cylons work, the way the Colonies work. She provided you, I can only imagine how she got you out."

"You want to use me against the Colonies don't you, well do you?"
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 02:23
"I want to use you in general Gaius. There is so much we can learn from each other. You've forsaken one branch of Humanity, it would be sheer folly to turn away an olive branch from another. I don't wish the Colonies harm, so much as to...Enlighten them. That's what we do here Gaius. We spread the Imperial Truth! The light and the glory of the True Gods" He grins, like an animal regarding its food. He could almost reach down and consume him, Gaius Baltar, shivering like an offering, like a morsel.

"You are guilty. Even if you didn't know what she was, you helped her. It could have been anyone, foreign enemies, terrorists, the teachers union!" He giggles, almost maniacally. "You betrayed your race for the price of a womans caress, for vain notions of love and loyalty? The wiles of Slaanesh ensnare you to Tzeentch's great plan, Gaius. And so you are delivered to me. Questioning your freedom and your part in this...Would you rather I sent you back to languish in your cell? Or would you like to join me in celebration? In feasting?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 02:31
Gaius could not believe his ears. "How did this man know so much about him, how did he know of his crimes? Certainly this is not something that would come up in a diplomatic talk. He could see Remiel's game plan, but what was Cain's? Why would the Admiral throw him to the wolves?" he thought to himself.

Gaius gulped, "Well Remiel, might I call you Remiel, if those are my only two options, then I will graciously accept your offer. I am also grateful that you got me out of my death sentence, however how you did it still elludes me. Admiral Cain is a very strong willed person, you must have been very persuasive with her." Gauis begins to shivver in the cold night air, as the breeze carasses his body, almost torturing hm with it's icy chill. "MIght I get some clothing, it is freezing here."
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 02:36
An adept of the Mechanicus slunk up to the side of Remiel, it's own red robes moving and undulating as it held out a limb of iron and gold. Clenched in metallic fingers was a set of robes not unlike it's own. The thing bowed its head, revealing that it possessed no human eyes. Instead, gleaming red optics stared back. It's face was marked by other sensory and perceptory alterations, while mechadendrites rose from beneath it's robes, moving about the air.

Remiel smirked, shooing the Adept with a movement of his hand and taking the Robe, handing it to Gaius. "The Colonials were cruel to bring you here so...Bereft." He chuckled, turning. The Imperial palace rose behind them, a sprawling compound of black iron and stone. "I have my ways of persuasion. Admiral Cain is ultimately prone to intensely human emotions. I have studied my fellow man for years, Gaius, and found them to be intensely easy creatures to manipulate.

Even ones such as the Tech Priests, the Mechanicus who you just witnessed, are prone to human desires, though numbed and dulled by worship of the Dark Omnissiah, the Dark Truths of Technology." He smiles. "In time, you will learn much about the workings of man and machine."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 15:51
Baltar stared at the Tech priest, his glowing red eyes, his metalic hand, in horror. What kind of abomination is this, he thought to himself, as his hand shaking due to fear and the cold reached for the robes. He quickly put them on as fast as he could.

"Ttt hhank you" he responded still shivering.

"Yyyoou are very right, Remiel, Baltar said while covering his arms over his chest, waiting for the robes to begin to warm him up. "They can be quite cruel, as well as indignate. The marines especially can completely lack common curtoisy. Your dead friend Admiral Cain, is not known for her compassion, insttteaddd, she is known for her ruthlllesssness." Baltar said.

"I aaammm sorry, but did yoouu mention dining, fooorgivve me for beeing so foorward, but I am famished."
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 15:57
"The universe does not smile upon them, Gaius. It smiles upon the strong. Those who set aside the good of others for their own ambition. We are alike, you and I. We are both viewed as traitors to our race and our species. We have both done terrible things, glorious things, in the name of progress. In the name of ambition." He chuckles again.

"Ruthlessness? Compassion? All different sides of the same coin. All fleeting human concerns that many here are beyond. Faith, you see, is the great healer. It has brought us out of darkness, into light. Into an age where we can redeem the galaxy.

Come. There is much to talk about. And much to eat." They walked on, through the great halls of the immense palace, past countless throngs of petitioners and pilgrims, voices raised in praise as the Emperor himself moved past. Eventually, they came to a simple room, black stone all around. Even the table seemed made of it, covered as it was in plates and food and wines. Steaming meats lay beside bowls of broth and piles of vegetables, produce from every corner of the Empire.

Remiel sat, raising a glass of fine wine to his lips and downing it with a gesture, before sliding the glass back onto the table. He smirked dryly. "Sit, please."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 16:08
This room was much warmer than the previous hallway, and as Baltar's senses came to life. He smelled the meats, the cheese, the steamed vegatables, and it smelled fantastic. His stomach grumbled, and roared like a lion. He was famished.

Baltar sat down, as Remiel requestedm "Thank you so much Emperor, do you mind? Baltar asked gesutring towards the food. When Remiel nods, Baltar begins to grab some of the meat and ate it quickly. It had been too long, since he had hot food, and the soothing flavor of wine. Normally the apex of manners, Baltar de-evolved into an animal at the table, gorgind himself with the delicious meats and wine of the Chronosian empire. Parts of food fell into his beard, as he continued to eat.

He paused for a moment, "It is quite wonderful, I thank you for all that you have done for me, although I am still not sure why."
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 16:15
"Because I don't enjoy seeing men of potential ground down beneath the heel of self-serving societies. You couldn't have known, could you? That your faux-pas would result in such an audacious attempt! You couldn't have known that they had attained Human form. Still, we need not talk of such things here. The Gods already know what you have done, how you have suffered...It is merely a matter of...Exploration" He chuckles softly.

"You hate them, don't you? You were betrayed, cast down, your great works made to be nothing but dust. A traitor to every last life in the Colonies. But I see so much more...Your hatred makes you pure, Gaius. It makes you worthy. You have seen the beings who serve me and serve Technology. The Mechanicus are potent, a power to be reckoned with...They can help you. I can help you. You have seen my Astartes warriors? The Space Marines? The Giants who confronted you? They are but a fraction of my military might.

Worlds bow to me Gaius, I am worshipped across the very span of space. I can be a very potent ally." He drums the claws of his gauntlet against the table, the clatter of metal on stone echoing. "Or I can be your worst nightmare. AdmiraL Cain thinks I have brought you here to a fate far worse than death. But we are both betrayers, Gaius, I've brought you here to give you a second chance. A new life. One of power, and prospect, and pleasure."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 16:31
Well hate, is a relative term, Gaius replied while eating some steamed vegatables. He sat back, feeling as if he is going to bust open, but they did treat me as if I was some sort of criminal. I have done things in my life, but to be so oppressed, so utterly destroyed, is very disconcerning. Still they are my people, my brothers. Do I wish them harm, no, I do however wish to revisit my home, triumphet, showing them what I could have accomplished had they let me.

After all I am quite a genious, especailly in cybernetics, and I was the foremost expert into AI, and computer engineering. THey took all that I had to offer and threw it away. Do I hate them, no. I pity them, and their ignorace.

Gaius reached forward to a glass of wine and began to drink. His throat was parched.
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 16:38
"AI? Abominable Intelligence?" He smirked wryly. "A forbidden prospect in the old Imperium, to create a mind that operated beyond all human reasoning. In the Age of Strife, eons ago on Holy Terra, so they tell, there was a rebellion of their king. The Iron Men were defeated, but only at great cost. The Dark Age of Technology collapsed into the Age of Strife at that point." He smirked. "Mankind was destitute, destroyed, little more than a barbarian horde.

But that was long before we rose from the ashes of the Imperium of Man, and longer than when the true Imperium emerged from the shadow of the Old. Now we are free to do as we please, devoted disciples of the glories of Chaos." His eyes seemed aglow with fervor. "We are so much more than we once were...So much more...Enlightened. I have seen the true nature of the universe Gaius, and decided that all must be made to understand.

Are you a man of faith, Gaius?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 16:46
"I am more of a man of science, to be honest Remiel. The universe has a natural order to it, one that can be observed and tested. Your sentiments however echo that of the people of the Colonies. Ever since the first cylon war, they have beleived that AI was the curse, or ultimate sin of humanity. Some have even gone so far as to say that humanity in creating the cylons, tried to usurp the power of the gods, and for it we were punished. I for one do not believe that God used the cylons to destroy or punish the colonies, that instead it was some slight programming error. With enough time and testing AI could be a very useful tool, allowing for great advancements.

Am I a man of Faith. I was once more agnostic, but I am slowly finding belief in God, but why do you ask?
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 16:49
"God." Remiel smiles, chuckling lightly. "You seem to profess a singular belief where the polytheistic tendencies of your people are well-established. Lise, one of my Inquisitorial agents, informed me that the Cylons follow a singular religion.

I ask, Gaius, because you have both been decieved. Man, Cylon. Both of you. The Gods you worship are not the true Gods. Instead there are my Gods, the Gods of Chaos. Both one and Many. They are the unified Pantheon of the Undivided, and they are the Four Great Gods. One and many. So much hinges, Gaius, upon your ability to open your mind and taste the truth. The truth of Chaos and the dark Machine! The truth that only the Chronosian's can offer the universe.

I ask, Gaius, because you are worthy. Because they have marked you. And they watch over you."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 17:00
Over Baltars shoulder, a fimiliar voice comes to him, one of his long lost companion, of Caprica.

"Careful Gaius, one wrong move in this and you will wish you were flushed out an airlock. He is not a man to be trifled with. However he will try and make you leave God, he will do his best. His gods are not yours. God loves you, and will not abandon you. If you do not wish to gain his wrath, do not abandon him."

Gaius listened closely to Caprica, then looked at Remiel.

"I will ask you the same question that I will ask any man of faith." Gaius said in a smug way, what evidence do you have for the existance of your gods, and why should they be worshipped? Who are these gods that you speak of, and tell me why are they neccessary for the universe to recognize, and for humanity to worship."
Chronosia
21-06-2007, 17:27
"My Gods, are the Gods of Chaos. The Lords of the Immaterium. I have seen them myself, dwelling within the hallowed Warp. They send their servants, Daemons, to bless us and to show us the true path. Khorne, the God of Blood and War,. Nurgle, Master of Death and Decay. Tzeentch, the Architect of Fate and Lord of Magic. Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess, of Pleasure and Pain indescribable." He grins, ferally, haunting as he raises his hands in praise.

"They are my Gods, the true Gods whom all must come to recognise. The Universe must be saved from itself, its raced forced before them to kneel and recognise them! Mankind can only survive as a species beneath their most glorious auspices.

I have seen the golden path that all mankind must walk to attain their true potential, their true glory. Godhood is rightfully the birthright of our race, apotheosis through the might of the Warp."
Orthodox Gnosticism
21-06-2007, 19:40
Gaius turns his head to the wall and looks up and down. As he continues to look around, he replies in his normal... smug attitude, "Well that is all and good, many people believe they have seen the face of God, or gods, in some realm of some sort. Some even see it in the world around them, but I asked for proof. All I have so far is the mythos of what you have said, which is so similiar to the Colonial and I am sure other religious notions of other societies. Truly I am grateful that you aided me, and that you believe in your gods so ferverishly, but I asked for proof not a declaration of faith.
Chronosia
22-06-2007, 00:39
"We're eating Gaius. I wouldn't want to spoil your appetite with more than a grazing overview of my faith. Instead, I would ask you to be patient, and all will be revealed. Proof greater than even the Colonials could have offered you." He chuckles, almopst dismissive of his 'guest' as he spears a slice of meat with one clawed finger of his gauntlet and raises it to his lips, tearing it with his perfectly white teeth.

"Tell me more about you, in the meantime."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-06-2007, 02:56
Baltar stares into the distance as he recounts his life, almost as if his eyes were blank.

"Where to begin?" Baltar remarked. "I was born on Aeralon, to a farm family, not that you would probably believe that. Desperate bunch of people, work all day and night, then go and drink then go to bed. Aeralon is one of the poorer colonies, it is called the bread basket of the twelve colonies. It supplies ofver 80% of the vegtables and farmland. WHile my family did that, I secretly got my hands on some books, and learned about science, the history of the colonies, all of that stuff my father hated. He wanted me to be like him, a farmer.

When I was 18, I left Aeralon, and never turned back. I worked petty jobs, and earned enough money to go to Caprica university, where I got my Doctorate in Genetics, Cybernetics, and a few other PHD's. My life was one of luxury, all of the corperations wanted me on their R&D. WHo could blame them, I am the smartest person in the colonies after all. I went from one high paying job to another, living the lifestyle of a playboy. Papers were published, and soon I became famous.

One day I was approached by the Picion Military Intellegence, they offered me so much money to begin a new intergrated system to be used by the Colonial Fleet. How could I refuse, the fame and prestige of writing an operating code that would increase military effeciency by 40%. It was an ambicious project, but one that I knew I would do. That is when it all fell apart. I met Caprica Six, the most beautiful and intriguing woman I have ever seen. She was my lab assistant, and she seemed to want access to the Defense mainframe, so she could get a job later on with the Department of Colonial Defense. She was, I should say, very persuasive.

Months went by and it was like heaven, then one day they broke down my door and arrested me. Later on, I found out she put a backdoor into the code, and Dr. Alexander found it. Then the second cylon invasion occured. Most of what I know from there is from the newspapers, but I was wrongly convicted of 12 counts of treason, attempted murder of 20 billion people, espoinage, and collaberation with the enemy.

I will save you the boring details, but after many appeals, I sat in a jail cell, awaiting my execution, before bing dropped off here."

As he finished his sad tale, he gulped his wine down, and stared at Remiel.
Chronosia
22-06-2007, 03:12
"Very interesting" Remiel takes his own glass, refilling it as he raises it, watching the crimson fluid flow with almost childlike curiosity. "A life that changes and shifts, from pole to pole, extreme to extreme. Pauper to prince and back again" He chuckles slightly. "My own story is far more...Exotic."

"I was never truly born. I was created in the genolabs of Chronosia. A living weapon. One of several. My father, Marcus De Drakan, needed Generals of ferocious skill and power to conquer the galaxy in his name. I was the first, the most favored. Mine was a star ascendant.

The Fall came. Our entire culture was corrupted by Chaos, twisted and made into something altogether more. We were given a divine mission, a true purpose and a path. And my Father, ascended to Daemonhood, led us forth to convert the unworthy.

But it wasn't enough. We fought and we strove. And gained so much, but ultimately I wasn't strong enough. I fell in battle, killed by Daniel Masaki. He ended my life, but the Gods...They knew I was meant for more. I was remade, reborn, and as I tore free from the flesh of woman, I knew my destiny.

I brought an entire system of worlds to its knees and then returned home triumphant, I took my fathers life and ascended, became Emperor. Since then, I have fought to spread our faith and consolidate our gains, to force new gains...All of it, the path to the glory and salvation of all Mankind."

He smiled lightly. "I am so much more than any mere man, more even than the Astartes warriors who serve me so fervently. I am what mankind shall strive to emulate...And I am the God-Emperor who hears their prayers, who heeds their pain and saves them. I am salve and salvation of every last living human in the galaxy and beyond."
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-06-2007, 16:12
Baltar sat in silence, as Remiel recounted his life's story, the chilling account of his death, rebirth, and murder of his father. Remiel was truly a monster in human form, one who could be reborn, if he was truly human. After all he was created out of a lab, a clone of some sort. Baltar however instead of being horrified, listened intently excited about th eability to create life out of a lab. Clones, and AI were illegal in the colonies, since the first cylon war, and if he could see such a lab where people where created, and study the methods used, then he would be proven right in his own eyes.

"Might I see at somepoint your cloning lab, the one in which you were originally created?" Baltar said with great curiosity. "I have been dying to see such a lab, and since the first cylon war, all attempts to create life via "unnatural" processes has been deemed illegal and immoral. If I might have a chance, I truly desire to see how your facility works. It would give me great incite into the basic genetic workings of human beings." Baltar said as if he heard nothing about the murder of Remiels father, nor any of the other horrific actions his "host" had taken in the past.
Chronosia
22-06-2007, 18:04
"We understand genetics more than you could ever imagine. I am not human, Gaius, I am above humanity, beyond even the Astartes in the same way that they are beyond mere men. They are men, taken and modified. Genetically, physically, mentally, gifted with new organs, new senses, new abilities" He smiled. "I have two hearts pounding within my chest. I cannot be killed by poison. Where your ribs are but bars of a cage, mine is like a wall of solid bone. I am faster, stronger, more capable.

I am the greatest of my kind, of the Primarchs. I am the true ruler of Mankind, and the future of all within its bounds. I can show you wonders, Gaius. Entire worlds given over to the forge. And I can show you the labs. They work even now to train and recruit new Astartes"
Orthodox Gnosticism
22-06-2007, 19:32
Giaus looks at Remiel, "Well now that would be lovely, if you could arrange a tour through one of your facilities. No doubt, I can offer your genetic engineers some insight, and perhaps we can find new and improved methods to enchance your capabilities." Gaius stated, as he finished his wine. "I have no doubt that you are not human, as with all genetics, slight changes within certain genes, can cause signifigant changes through out your body. To be enhanced so, as you claim is of no doubt a great endevour, one that I would quite enjoy to see for myself."
Chronosia
24-06-2007, 02:59
"Claim?" Remiel chuckles lightly, raising a hand to brush strands of hair from his face as he shakes slightly. "I claim nothing. All of it is true, as you will soon see. I take it you are satiated?" He gestures to the food. "If so, then we can progress. There is much to enlighten you of, many things which you will find strange here.

I imagine you must have questions for me."
Orthodox Gnosticism
24-06-2007, 03:35
I am completely satsified, thank you Emperor, Baltar remarked to Remiel's question.

I do have some questions, first of all why me? Out of everyone in the Colonies, all of the prisioners or people of high intellect, why did you desire to have me amongst your people? Is there something that you want from me? You obviously have a greater understanding of genetics than I do, or at least your scientist. I can also assume that based on what you have told me that you do indeed wish to attack the colonies, or subvert them in some way.

Baltar began to get up from the table, to follow Remiel to the labs that Remiel so promised, the bait to truly catch his prey.
Chronosia
24-06-2007, 03:41
"Ultimately, Gaius, I will save your people. I will usher in a new age. A golden age of reason and science. Of true faith and progress. All will live in peace, cooperation, and the universe will bow before them.

They will be as my kind are. Gods amongst mere mortals, masters of the gene and the machine. Glorious conquerers and liberators." He smiles, moving through the many dark corridors of his citadel, to the inevitable depth. There would be much ground to cover, inevitably forcing them to move to conveyance, deep beneath the surface of Chronosia Prime.

"Why do I want you here? To give me an understanding of your culture, as fine an example as you are. One who deserves not a traitors death. One who deserves glory."
Orthodox Gnosticism
24-06-2007, 04:07
"It would seem, Baltar replied, that you would desire to ask me questions then, if you truly desire to understand Colonial Culture. I am but one man, although a great man I may be, he replied, as he continued to walk down the hallway, I am but one facid. Colonial culture is truly complex, as complex as any culture that is made up of twelve individual planets. Some are truly feverish in their worship of their dieties, as others only give homage to the gods out of tradition, or ceremony. Baltar began to gaze at the black walls ofthe hallway as they continued. You love the color black do you not? I find it a bit depressing. It is so bleak, as if it was nothingness.
Chronosia
24-06-2007, 04:13
"A black citadel with a black throne." He chuckled. "There are adornments to be found in every corner of it. Vast as it is. Men have walked from one end in their youth to arrive at another in their old age. Pilgrims flock from all corners of the Imperium to pay homage to me, their Lord. Their salvation." He smiles.

"The Imperium is made up of countless worlds. Worlds beyond count. Entire systems given over to us in our glory. Entire planets turned into cathedrals, forges, military..." He grins "We are so much more than our cousins it would seem."
Orthodox Gnosticism
24-06-2007, 04:27
"Your cousins, who would they be, unless you are referring to us. Yes your citidal is an archutectual masterpiece, and I must say a very impressive one. But what is the signifigance of black for you, and why do you build them so monsteriously big. I know you believe yourself a god, and to be honest that is quite normal, most emperors rule a society as if they were a diety, but still gods can not be grown in a lab. Powerful you may be, matter and physical form is something that you do not find in a descroption of God. God is supposed to be immaterial, only coming to those he desires. Is this what you fancy yourself to be?
Chronosia
24-06-2007, 16:16
"There is no significance in black" He shrugs. "It's simply whats convenient for me." He keeps moving "It's big because I want to feel secure, big enough to repel any and all invaders. A symbol of my power. Now, you might think I fancy myself as a God, but I see myself as being a man, a servant of powers beyond me who will one day raise me up and make me their kin.

I am not a God, Gaius, no matter how many of them might think it....But belief is a powerful thing, and the more they believe in Chaos, and in Chaos through me...The more I grow closer to true Godhood. Absolute divinity."
Orthodox Gnosticism
24-06-2007, 16:34
Gauis listens attentively to Remiel's explaination of Chronosian faith. "Very interesting, what is this Chaos that you speak so fondly of, is it the standard, unrelated random events of the cosmos, action without rhyme or reason, usually attributed to the break down of social structure, or is it something else? Before we contune to talk about your god Chaos, I just think I should have a somewhat more accurate understanding, of this cosmic force that you are referring to.

Baltar continues to stroll forward, but then decides to ask a unusual question, "YOu know I do find it odd, and perhaps you can eexplain it to me, that Chaos rules your society, that you worship it, yet you seem to havea very structured culture, with a caste system. I find that very unusual.
Chronosia
24-06-2007, 16:50
"Chaos is not a single entity. It is a pantheon of Gods. Dark Gods who live and reign in the Warp, the Immaterium, the Empyrean. It is a realm of pure energy with many names, the same realm which we use for faster than light travel. I have already told you of the greatest Gods; Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Nurgle. These are the powers we revere.

It is not a mere question of mindless anarchy, as so many descend into. It is, instead, the worship of a great power, powers which dwell beyond mere human conciousness, fuelled by the concious thought of every living soul."
Orthodox Gnosticism
25-06-2007, 19:48
Oh I see, so your faith is not so dissimiliar from that of the Colonies, other than the standard differences in linguistics that reflect the social aspects of your culture and society. It would seem to me, granted as of yet my knowledge is quite limited of your pantheon, but you seem to have a darker reflection of the Lords than the colonies. Perhaps it is because different ones have given you greater attention than they have us. I am curious though, if your pantheon is so great and desires all humans to worship it, why is it they have yet to show themselves to other humans though out the galaxy. Why do the humans on Corescant only know of the force, or the Colonies only know of the lords. I would assume that if they want all of humanity to worship them, then they would show themselves to the Colonies. The Coredian force is the same way, if it is supposed to be all encompassing, then why is it no colonial has ever heard of it?
Chronosia
26-06-2007, 02:19
"Not all are privy to their words. Only the worthy, only those touched by the warp. The Coredians swear themselves to different powers, and are decieved. Idolators, one and all." He chuckles lightly. “We frown on such things. False beliefs, false gods. Many resist, cling to their own beliefs. But…We bring the light to the less fortunate and they are enlightened.”

He smiles. “I am a man of Faith, Gaius. I am a man of Science and War, and also Faith. I am a Prophet, a Warrior…Many many things, and yet I am always called forth to lead. I am a leader of Men, Gaius, a force of the Gods. And so to shall you be. You could be governor of your own world. Master of a Forge World…Anything. But only if you aid me.

Only if you submit.”
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-06-2007, 02:59
Baltar looks at Remiel in near horror. Submit, submit to you? Well I guess I do not have much of a choice, either to be the ruler of a world, or to be thrown back to the colonials. Well it would be interesting to see how the dear Admiral and the government would get out of my "suicide." He looked around, I guess I really do not have much of a choice, I seriously doubt I will see the colonies again. Very well, I will. Baltar said not really understanding the consequences of his decision.
Chronosia
26-06-2007, 03:12
Remiel laughs, almost bitterly. "Very good. You have much more sense than Admiral Cain, Gaius. Much more insight and drive. Truly you serve the Gods through your own raw ambition." He places a hand upon his shoulder. "You shall be rewarded beyond your wildest imaginings...Rewarded with power and influence. And revenge."

The step into an elevator, taking them deeper still beneath the planetary crust, deep into the bowels of the Chronosian world. Runes gleam and burn upon every surface, wardings and marks of devotion. The doors open to reveal an immense facility, gleaming with glass and steel. Bodies are laid out on tables, or strung up by chains and hooks, flesh carved and unveiled and rawly mutilated. Some writhe and hiss at the pain as implants are forced on their flesh. A smile crosses Remiel's face as he moves forward, past the Astartes guards who stand mutely in Mark VI plate.

"Beautiful, is it not?"
Orthodox Gnosticism
26-06-2007, 03:22
Baltar gasped in horror, as he placed his hand over his mouth, as if he was trying to hide his expression. Bodies everywhere, and they were alive, going through what seemed to be torture. THe smell, oh the smell of blood sweat and decay permiated through out hte room. It was nausaiting to Baltar's nose. He felt pain, massive pain in his stomach, one that he could not withold. Soon he was on the floor vomiting up his diner, yet somehow with each heave, he felt worse.

Baltar struggled for breath, what place is this your dungeon? What crimes did these people do to you, that would deserve such punishment, such malice?" Baltar exclaimed, while trying to catch his breath.
Chronosia
26-06-2007, 03:28
Some of them were young men, young adults already covered in scars and marks of violence. They came from countless feral worlds from which the Imperium recruited, taken for the sole purpose of revitalising the Space Marine Legions. Apothecaries moved in their bloodied robes, forcing their instruments upon the initiates. The rites had to be done in full conciousness. Nothing would end their torment save survival.

"No crimes, Gaius. This is not a gaol, this is a place of technology. Of science." Tech-priests tinkered in the corners, some polishing the gleaming plate of the Space Marines, while others attended to weapons too hefty for mere men to carry. Remiel drank it in, the atmosphere of pain and suffering, of determination and preperation. Of war in the making.

"These men are becoming my Angels of Death. My Gods of War. My Astartes."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-06-2007, 16:03
Baltar just stood there, watching the mechanical implants, and the heavy armored solders that Remiel was producing. "What are these solders for, and what do those implants do? Baltar after his inital revulsion to the concept's mind began to wander. Implanting could cause their solders to be super strong, or to see things that most people never would. Such enhancements could be a great thing, as they would make humans better. Their eyes could see things that most people could not, the possibilities were endless.

Tell me more of these implants of these Astartes. How do they function, how are they enhanced?"
Chronosia
27-06-2007, 16:10
OOC: Not mechanical, biological

IC:

"The Astartes are enhanced by the arts of our old science. A second heart, a multi-lung, organs which filter out poisons, organs which modulate the fusing and strengthening of the ribcage. Enhanced sight, hearing, smell, taste. They are made into super-soldiers, Space Marines who are unfailing in their loyalty to our dark gods.

Culled from countless worlds, taken to serve and trained, perfected." He smiles, cold amusement dripping from every word. "They can go without food or sleep for days at a time...They are truly Gods of war amongst the mortal throng. Their weapons and Power Armour beyond any other force in the Imperium. None are so blessed as my favored...My children." He chuckles. "Every organ is produced from geneseed, harvested by two progenoid glands within the Marine itself. The Primarchs of each legion produces it in bulk, and thus it can be harvested freely. Marines only produce so much.

That is how they work. That is how they are made. And still that is but a fraction of their power. Welcome to the future Gaius. And welcome, to my Cradle."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-06-2007, 16:41
OOC: can't get AIM to work on my computer at the moment, oh well.

Gaius stood there, feeling the honor of being the only Colonial to ever see the power before him, and the privledge of being selected to aid in this endevour. "Thank you Remiel, but with all of these advances, with all that you know it will take me months to learn and study to catch up to your tech priests. I do feel honored though that you selected me to aid in this. Your Astartes are truly impressive. What kind of armor do they use, and what kind of weaponry do they encorperate?"

Gaius walked up to one of the tables where an future Astarte was being created. He watched the process like a child watches cotton candy being made at a fair. He stood there, trying to process what was going on, as the solder screamed in pain, as he was transformed into a killing machine. He turned back, what will happen to me now?
Chronosia
27-06-2007, 16:57
"They use Mark VII Power Armor. Ceramite plate which enhances their abilities. They can carry heavier loads, take more damage. It really is a most potent set of equipment. Standard equipment includes bolter" He indicated one of the large weapons lain upon a table, "as well a standard combat knife." The knife he displayed would have seemed as a sword to a lesser man than an Astartes.

"Other equipment comes into play, of course. Specialised plasma weapons, flamers, power weapons, chain weapons.." He chuckles. "All a matter of rank and taste, of course. We also have power armor fitted with jet packs, our Raptors. Then of course there are Dreadnoughts...And Tactical Dreadnought Armor." He led Gaius through into another room, an immense armored form before him. Entirely enclosed, daubed in runes and covered in chains, it stood still, silent. A walking tank, an armored sarcophagus.

"When a warrior of the Astartes can no longer fight as flesh, what remains of him is placed within, to allow him to fight on." He gestured, and from the shadows came similar beings, but more definetly human shaped. They were immense, smaller than Remiel but larger than an Astartes. One had a gleaming, crackling powerclaw with a mighty Combi-bolter in its other hand, glowering down at Gaius with gleaming red visors. Vicious, almost decorative, tusks were imbedded in its helmet, curving up to give it an appearance of absolute ferocity.

"These are Terminators. They use Tactical Dreadnought armor, which renders them much more capable than the ordinary Astartes. They're usually the Veterans of a Legion, drawn from the illustrious ranks of the First Company.

What do you mean what will happen to you now, Gaius? You wanted to see this, did you not?" He smirked. "There are many more wonders for you yet to experience, much more for you to learn. It could take months, yes, even years...But you will not regret taking in our knowledge, learnign our ways...Joining us. Because in the end, Gaius, I can give you power, influence. Everything you've ever hungered for. Even revenge...Even dominion over your enemies."
Orthodox Gnosticism
27-06-2007, 19:24
"You mean there is more," Gaius said excited. He was still unsure why he was selected, the excuse of the gods wanting him, he thought to himself was not very likely. The gods had abandoned him, all but Head Six. Was she truly an angel, or merely his subconscious playing itself out in his mind, he had never truly figured it out, but at least he was never alone.

"I would like to see more of your capabilities," Gaius said as he walked around the terminators, the dreadnoughts, and the Astartes. They were most impressive he thought to himself, towering above the cylon centurions themselves, their armor it seemed was designed to strike fear in the heart of their enemies, before the first shot was ever fired.

"One thing, why do your Astartes use melee weapons? In a modern battlefield, with all of the different kind of ranged weapons that exist, why do you leave the option for melee. It would seem suicidal to go into a fight with a knife when your opponent has a gun and is 50m away.
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 00:27
"For that purpose there are various improvements on close combat. Chainblades and Power Weapons make close killing an art, brutal and vicious. There comes a time when even the most determined ranged attacker can be undone by melee." He smirked, his fingers teasing across the great twin black runeswords that lay at each hip.

"Trust me when I tell you that the old arts gain new meaning on a Chronosian battlefield. I have shown you but a facet of my glory. But one facility that produces and maintains my Astartes warriors. There are many more. The Astartes do not fight alone. Alongside them fight the uncounted millions of the Imperial Guard, drafted from worlds across the Imperium.

The Inquisition enforces our dark faith and the rule of man, the Mechanicus offer the light of black science to a Universe crying out for deliverence. They have secrets that will shock even you, Gaius, for they are the inheritors of ancient knowledge. Knowledge like the Titans, The God-Machines."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 03:51
Baltar looks at Remiel, "In that case there is no arguement. I am not a skilled tactician in the art of warfare, as I assume you to be. I must say though that your solders are most impressive, I dare say that most enemies would run in terror just from looking at them. If their appearance matches their skill in the art of war you must be quite the advasary in battle."

Baltar continued to look around.

"You say that you have more facilities, I am quite interested in seeing them. What of your genetic engineering lab, or that of your ship production. I am most interested in seeing these facilities as well." Gaius said as he walked towards Remiel.
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 04:09
"Deeper within this facility is a primary genetics laboratory which caters to the need of this sub-facility. Geneseed storage and maintenance, tending to the needs of my Astarte's implants." He smiles. "Your right in assuming that their appearance matches their ferocity in battle. But even they must be tended to, their needs attended and met."

He moves on, glancing at his men and the apothecaries and techpriests who move about them, smiling lightly.

"Our fleets are maintained by the forgeworlds of the Hydran Systems and by Chronosia Secundus, our local moon. The entire moon is a fleet base and forgeworld, serving not only Battlefleet Chronosia but also the Legio Chronosia, a Titan Legion in service to the Mechanicus and me directly."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 04:20
That is all quite intersting, Baltar replied. What needs do your Astartes need besides the obvious food water, and resupplyment issues that any solders require.

As they begin to walk through the other facilities, Baltar not being able to help himself asks, "how is it your Imperium can afford whole worlds deticated to one industry. The magnitude of such a task can hardly be worth it, unless your Imperium spans hundreds of worlds. HOw vast is your Empire, Remiel. How many systems worship you as a god, and ruler?
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 04:25
"They need less than most men, far less than mortals would be stuck with. We have entire worlds to arm my forces, to feed my people, worlds given over to our faith, to keep everything running as smoothly as possible." He grins. "They require healing, from time to time. They require training and resupply, and faith." A smirk crosses his features.

"My empire is vast. Many systems, many worlds. Dozens, hundreds...It all becomes so trifling after a time. I am worshipped and praised by so many billions of souls. Beyond even my own Imperium I am deified. The Empire looks to us as its Warmaster's. With a word, I command every military unit in the Galactic Empire.

My words have killed worlds, just as they can bring new life. Do you see now my power, Gaius? I am a creator and a destroyer. A power that can order worlds to die for me."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 04:29
Gaius look dumfounded, "You rule hundreds of worlds, I must say that is quite impressive, and shows how you can devote entire planets to one industry and maintain a good economic balance. I must say that you must be quite a ruler to maintain order, and law, and keep a rebellion down. You are truly a great ruler.

I have never heard of this Galactic Empire, what is it? Who rules it, and what does it do? Are you it's leader?
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 04:35
"I do not rule it. Instead I keep its armies in check, directing and commanding them. A Warmaster, a supreme ruler of men. The Empire itself is a great body of nations, drawn together to conquer in the name of its Emperor. Only I even come close to being his equal, all others are his loyal and willing subjects."

He chuckles. "I am a ruler of men, a leader of a people, a prophet on the holiest of paths. I am a man of war and a warrior without equal here, Gaius. It is my destiny to unify mankind and bring them into the fold, to enlighten them as I would enlighten you.

You need but embrace me as your Emperor, as your savior. Embrace the Gods, and you will drink of my power and all it can offer you."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 04:38
Gaius looked at him, I already did that. I recall submitting to you after dinner while we were walking down the hallway.

Baltar looked puzzled, "If you desire then fine, I accept you as my Emperor, I have no where else to go and no one else in the known verse would care for me or my plight. You saved me from that jail, thus I will sumbit toy our rule." Baltar says, as he looks at Remiel in awe and fear.
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 04:43
"Do you know what the single greatest resource of mankind is, Gaius?" Remiel chuckles, "It's faith. Pure faith. My Gods are fed by the beliefs of countless, by their raw emotion. It forms things in the Warp, Gods, Daemons...Beautiful things" He smiles. "I've seen worlds melting and reforming. I've seen entire orbs given over to the glories of my Gods, each one molded to the will of visionaries and madmen, just as mine is.

I am Lord and Master of Chronosia Prime, it's living God. I can shape it to my will, taste the power within it. By faith. With faith and power. I rule with might, with strength, with absolute faith that I am correct. Each man under my command, each denizen of each world holds that same faith in me. Others don't understand. We fight and die for our beliefs, against the same enemies who would even now undo my great works.

But we prevail through faith. And it is with faith that I annoint you into my service. I will give you a command, Gaius, a world. I will entrust you with an endeavor...

And I have faith that you will not fail me."
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 05:00
Gaius stands in shock, to go from a cell to a ruler of a world in a manner of hours, it was almost more than he could handle. Once, a Prince, turned pauper, now he is a king, king of a planet, but at what price. Then again what choice did he have?

"I am honored, a planet. That is quite a generious offer, and one that I gladly accept Remiel. I only wonder which planet, what is it's purpose?" Gaius asked the Emperor of Chronosia
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 05:04
"Research and Development. You are a great man, Gaius, a man of learning and science. You can provide me an insight into Colonial technology as I can bring you closer to your acceptance of Chronosian power." A smirk, a smile from this generous god. "You will command some of my finest minds, both of my own chosing and of the Mechanicus. They might look down on you due to your...Frailties, but they can be overcome Gaius.

You need not sacrifice your flesh, but they will come to respect you. And the work you do shall be crucial to a brighter future for all. I will arrange for some materials to arrive...Discreetly from the Colonies, that will aid and fuel our undertaking"
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 14:37
Materials from the colonies, what use would they be to a man with so many worlds under his control, with so many advancements? And how would you get these materials from the Colonies? Do not tell me you have Admiral Cain's cell phone number. Gaius said grinning.
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 15:27
"You could say that. Let us simply say, Gaius, that the Admiral will soon find that she needs me a great deal more than she suspected when we first met. Assuming all goes to plan, of course.

I do love it when a plan comes together" A chuckle. wry and knowing, slips from his lips. "And soon, everything will be in place"
Orthodox Gnosticism
28-06-2007, 17:40
Gaius looked puzzled at Remiel. "WHat plan is this, and what do you have in store for the dear Admiral. Not that I care what happens to her personnally, it is more of a matter of curiosity? If you have plans for her, I assume then that you also have plans for the Colonies of Kobal. Might I be privy to them?
Chronosia
28-06-2007, 17:47
"All in good time Gaius, all in good time. Suffice to say that various states of peril shall befall the Colonies before our drama is played out, before their ultimate salvation becomes a forseeable option.

You shall play a part in the salvation of your race, as shall the dear Admiral."