New Czardas
04-03-2007, 03:37
There was a sudden bang as spacetime distorted to make way for a few trillion cubic metres of matter, which had been abruptly plucked from somewhere else in the universe; the matter it was replacing simply moved elsewhere to make room. In this case, the thing appearing was a ship about the size of the average planet, and what it was replacing was about two-thirds of another planet, plus a good portion of space near it.
The ship had appeared in an M-class planet system; a spacefaring civilisation made their home on the planet just beyond the one that had been transported to somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy by the motion of the starship. Their ships were flying around now evidently much confused and wondering what was going on; numerous hails were sent out to the massive vessel, but for a moment nothing emerged from within.
That was because within was confusion.
"Admiral! Admiral! Where the fuck are we?" Grand President-Emperor King Lord Sir Andrew William Peter John Jacob Ezekiel Weber, LLC QC MP RP DD MBA, screeched from his precarious perch on a chandelier, which was where he slept (and had been awakened by the abrupt heave).
"We're in a spaceship, sir," Admiral Sergio Brooks replied calmly, with no trace of sarcasm. He had been called into the room by the Grand President-Emperor King.
"And where is the spaceship?"
"In outer space, sir. Er, I'm just receiving a message from my ex-oh, I'll be right back."
Brooks beamed to the command operations room, which was where all of the Important Military Personnel were. I'll leave you to imagine how it looks, you know what Command Operations Rooms look like, they show them in war movies and sci-fi all the time.... Anyway, he said, "Yes?"
"Comms systems are back online, shields are online, kitten care units are online, and we're receiving a message from ... some planet."
"The Grand President-Emperor King Lord Sir Andrew William Peter John Jacob Ezekiel Weber, LLC QC MP RP DD MBA, wishes to know where we are, by the bye," Brooks said.
"We appear to have landed in a star system. Inhabited by a spacefaring civilisation."
"Visual?"
Check visual. You know, big screen with pretty picture on it.
Brooks leant in. "The ships look almost like ants," he commented. "Shiny. Well, I'll get back to you, in the meantime if we receive any communications from them let me know."
Then he teleported back to the Grand President-Emperor's office to continue briefing him on the situation. You know.
[ooc:] Anyone can RP the civilisation, a newcomer, an outsider, or even a belligerent party -- although this will likely end up being more diplomatic than military.
The ship had appeared in an M-class planet system; a spacefaring civilisation made their home on the planet just beyond the one that had been transported to somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy by the motion of the starship. Their ships were flying around now evidently much confused and wondering what was going on; numerous hails were sent out to the massive vessel, but for a moment nothing emerged from within.
That was because within was confusion.
"Admiral! Admiral! Where the fuck are we?" Grand President-Emperor King Lord Sir Andrew William Peter John Jacob Ezekiel Weber, LLC QC MP RP DD MBA, screeched from his precarious perch on a chandelier, which was where he slept (and had been awakened by the abrupt heave).
"We're in a spaceship, sir," Admiral Sergio Brooks replied calmly, with no trace of sarcasm. He had been called into the room by the Grand President-Emperor King.
"And where is the spaceship?"
"In outer space, sir. Er, I'm just receiving a message from my ex-oh, I'll be right back."
Brooks beamed to the command operations room, which was where all of the Important Military Personnel were. I'll leave you to imagine how it looks, you know what Command Operations Rooms look like, they show them in war movies and sci-fi all the time.... Anyway, he said, "Yes?"
"Comms systems are back online, shields are online, kitten care units are online, and we're receiving a message from ... some planet."
"The Grand President-Emperor King Lord Sir Andrew William Peter John Jacob Ezekiel Weber, LLC QC MP RP DD MBA, wishes to know where we are, by the bye," Brooks said.
"We appear to have landed in a star system. Inhabited by a spacefaring civilisation."
"Visual?"
Check visual. You know, big screen with pretty picture on it.
Brooks leant in. "The ships look almost like ants," he commented. "Shiny. Well, I'll get back to you, in the meantime if we receive any communications from them let me know."
Then he teleported back to the Grand President-Emperor's office to continue briefing him on the situation. You know.
[ooc:] Anyone can RP the civilisation, a newcomer, an outsider, or even a belligerent party -- although this will likely end up being more diplomatic than military.