NationStates Jolt Archive

After the invasion by the Empire, the Ganoxan people had evacuated the homeworld into Balroggan space for sanctuary but were far from safety. Scouts were dispersed across the vastness of space to find a planet suitable for relocation and rebuilding. Finally a suitable planet was found and reported back to the council on board the Unity.

"This is where we shall reorganize ourselves, tell the Balroggans to drop our people there. As soon as our people land we shall build up infrastructure as quickly as possible."

"Yes sir," the ship's Captain said.

"Do we have any scans of the planet's surface."

"Negative sir scouts have just began the process it will be a matter of minutes before they finish."

Just then, a deep space transmision came in from Silverstorm, the Stringolian homeworld, allies of the Protoss and Toori. The transmision was from a Protoss capitol ship in orbit around the planet.


comm.: This is Preator Artanis of the Protoss Expeditionary Forces, and High Consular of the Armed Republic of the Toori, onboard the Bassalisk. We have a suitable planet for you to inhabit, however, it is currently undersiege by one of our enemies: the Red States. Do you have enough militaristic strength to partake in a battle?

“Governor Sta’Ton, we have received a message from the Ganoxan scout fleet. It seems they have located themselves a new homeworld that is uninhabited. The coordinates are in this report.”

“Hmm… let me see that.” Sta’Ton took the electronic file and examined the contents. “Oxygen-Nitrogen atmosphere... no native sentient life forms… unclaimed territory… excellent water content… no dangerous neighbors… all in all it looks like a good choice. Have Balrogga City taken to the system immediately. We have several million refugees that want to see their new world. Send a request to the military for a wormhole to their system.”

The aide scrambled out of the Governors’ office while Sta’Ton continued to read through the report.

“Yes indeed, this does look like it might be quite an interesting choice for them. I truly hope they fully appreciate what they will now have.”





New Ganoxan System, 12 minutes later:





A massive rip in reality tore across empty space. The rupture collapsed into a swirl of energy and motion. From the center an eerie glow of violet energy was emitted and the middle of the aperture dilated open revealing a tunnel seemingly stretching off into infinity. A dark speck appeared in the distance and began to grow as it approached the mouth of the wormhole. As the structure emerged from the wormhole, details suddenly became clear. Countless towers reached from the surface into the void illuminated with thousands of lights that after looking closer were windows. Pressed against the glass-like material of the Voidscrapers were millions of faces, all eager to see their hew world.

The huge city began to move into orbit of the planet as the wormhole collapsed behind the vessel, removing all traces of its existence.

“This is Balrogga City, we are here to complete the final stage of your relocation. We will begin disembarkation of the refugees as soon as you wish. First, a gift to help you to rebuild your infrastructure.”

Dozens of orbital factories were released from Balrogga City. They were positioned by tugs and the command codes sent to fully activate them, allowing basic materials to be converted into manufactured goods as needed. These did not contain the Dimensional drives seeing as these were permanent gifts and not something loaned.

The city then began it’s descent into the atmosphere until it hovered slightly submerged in the water off the coast of the ocean. Several bridges formed from small craft that morphed into the structures allowing free access to the land. There were many other craft taking off and landing that were also helping the refugees land at the designated locations the government of Ganoxia picked.

As the refugees landed they immediately began building up the temporary housing. After the suitable housing was constructed they immediately started to build the production facilities that would produce their weapons and other equipment necessary for the military to reorganize. Prospectors searched the surface for valuable mining opportunities and found veins of copper, iron ore, bauxite, and other metals needed for production. Miners began constructing mines and would start to deliver their goods to the production facilities as soon as possible without worrying about constant supplies from the Balroggans although they were very grateful to receive them. Refineries were built near the mines to produce steel, tin, aluminum and others.

Meanwhile at the Unity in orbit above the planet

The captain spoke through the intercom to the council. "Councilman Kotor, our scouts have finished their scans of the planet." The captain uploaded the data into their laptops.

New Ganoxa (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/NewGanoxa.jpg)

"Good captain. Alert Admiral Brivun to standby and guard the orbital factories."

"Yes sir."

After Balrogga City was offloaded, it rose again into the sky, a cascade of water catching the sunlight as it was falling behind the space city like a misty afterglow. As it gained orbit, the vessel help position to make sure everything was ok. Shortly afterwards, the structure faded away as it Uplifted into T-Space.

Shortly afterwards, several ten kilometer vessels arrived. They immediately headed towards the debris belts and set up mining operations. Simultaneously, a message was sent to the planet so the refugees would not panic.

We are including some automated mining Motherships to assist you in extracting the resources that are floating free for the taking. They will mine the belts and leave the refined raw materials for you to gather and take to the orbital factories we left behind. Please keep all these gifts and use them to your best abilities. They only contain conventional technology so if anything breaks down you should be able to figure out how to maintain and repair them easily.

We hope this assistance will allow you to begin your culture again and to put the pas behind you. If you get the chance, assist another civilization like we did you. We will consider everything paid in full.


Balrogga City leaving New Ganoxia (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/newgonoxia.jpg)

Freighters flew through the asteroid fields to the mining installations left by the Balroggans as a gift to Ganoxa. A river of glowing light flowing back and forth between the new planet and the field. Gathering up raw materials needed to rebuild the defense forces of both earth and space. The larger freighters docked with the orbital factories and dockyards that were building a new fleet of ships for deployment. The smaller freighters headed for the surface-side factories which were producing the machinery and equipment for the armies of Ganoxa. Armor and Arm Slaves were beginning to take shape inside the factories. Soon the Ganoxan Alliance will return.

Miners began work in the terrestrial veins of raw materials shipping their goods every ounce to the factories.

Admiral Brivun stood before the council giving his first weekly report. " Councilman Kotor, we have replenished about 20% of the fleet and all of our Fighter Squadrons. Estimated fleet numbers are 250 Valorska Class Destroyers. Unless we step up production, making it more efficient, the estimated time for complete fleet numbers will be at least 3 months."

"I see. Any word from the Balroggans or the Kraetons."

"We have received a message that the Balroggans are meeting with the CW/Abh fleets and we have not received word from the Kraetons."

"Very good Admiral dismissed."

"Thank you sir."

Brivun left the chambers while Kotor turned to the rest of the Council. "It would seem we need to boost our work force. Any ideas."

"Well we can conscript all working age citizens to work in the factories." said Kalinin the Forellian councilman.

"Why not just ask for assistance with fleet construction from the Balroggans. I am sure they can spare a few engineers," councilwoman Yang suggested.

"All in favor for conscription say aye," seven including Kotor said aye while the rest said nay," Good conscription will pass for the workforce.

"Get me the Admiral on his communicator.'

Brivun was walking to his shuttle when his communicator beeped. He got it out of his pocket and answered "Brivun here."

"Brivun this is Kotor. We need you to contact the Balrogga to see if they can assist us with the fleet construction. I need you to see them personally as I cannot risk a transmission to them for it can be traced."

"Yes sir, I'll see to it."

"Good, god speed admiral."

Brivun got into the shuttle and told the pilot to contact Kotor, "Tell them to prepare my fighter and my wingmen."

Brivun came into the bridge, "Commander Naguma you have the com."

"Yes sir, your fighter is ready."

Brivun got into his fighter and received confirmation from Control. He blasted out of the hangar and headed for The Zues "

Dr. Helsin was in the council chambers of the Unity and explained his new findings to the council. "After we evacuated the research facility and took every piece of alien weaponry with us we observed a strange occurrence mid flight. One of the alien weapons seemed to have a cloaking device, that had made it capable of making it invisible to all electromagnetic spectrums. The system works by utilizing a rapidly oscillating laser screen to project some sort of distortion around the concealed object. Also observations have noted that the device can adapt to sudden and violent changes and ambient conditions. If we can rig this on one of our ASs we can field test this device for combat roles."

"All in favor," Kotor said, "the vote is unanimous. Proceed with the tests Doctor."

"Thank you sir."

OOC:

Please assume the three shipyards mentioned in the Phantom Invasion Thread would arrive "ten minutes later" as Nhur-Galladu promised.

Admiral Brivun stood by the window of his destroyer Kotor. Staring into the vastness of space, inspecting it for irregularities. He had just gotten back from the Balroggan ship Zeus during the Imperial invasion of his home system. "Sir we are getting a message," reported Lieutenant Zubov, the communications officer.

"Audio or video?"

"Video sir."

"Send it to my chair display."

"Transferring it now sir," Zubov said.

Brivun walked back to his command chair and sat back in it, stroking his small beard as he watched the video.

"This is General Grenzer of the Ganoxan Army to all friendly vessels. Our transports are coming through the warp gate, we need escort to the new location."

Brivun was surprised to see Grenzer's face. Something must have gone wrong at Ganoxa for him to be here now. "Tell the squadron to locate and escort them to the new location," he ordered the newly promoted Captain Naguma.

"Yes sir."

After several minutes the Kotor had found the transport fleet. "Hail them," Brivun ordered.

"This is Admiral Brivun of the G.A.S. Kotor. Please respond."

"Admiral? Who made that fool Admiral?" Grenzer said jokingly," Its good to see you Brivun."

"Likewise General. Standby for escort."

"Copy that."

The squadron escorted the transport fleet to the new location where the Ganoxan civilization will live on. The Kotor and the General's transport landed in the vicinity of the Unity. There Brivun and Grenzer entered into the council chambers.

"General Grenzer, I am glad you are safe," Kotor said.

"Thank you chairman, but I have grave news about Ganoxa."

Kotor sat back in his chair with a stern look on his face. "What is it General?"

"During our evacuation of the military, a storm of immense size and energy rapidly advanced on Ganoxa swallowing it whole along with the last transports leaving the planet. Five starfighter squadrons have been wiped out while escorting them: Red, Gold, Blue, Onyx, and Green Squadrons. 100,000 men and women are lost."

The entire council was in awe after hearing of Ganoxa's demise. "Our people will pull through even with the loss of our home. Ganoxa will live on," Kotor said. The rest of the council looked at him and nodded.

Minister of Development, Alex Troyensk, stood before the council onboard the Unity. "Ladies and gentlemen of the council. Our development since our landing here has progressed rapidly. We have expanded to most of the continents on this planet and discovered a variety of resources."

"What of our industrial capacity Alex?"

"Ah yes. Our capacity has surpassed our original percentage on Ganoxa by 150%. Maybe due to the immense resources found. Sir I must distress our livestock food production. Since our rapid evacuation of Ganoxa we were unable to load any livestock to continue our industry.

"What about domesticating the local fauna here?" Kotor suggested.

"That would take time and I am sure John would agree. My suggestion is to import and possibly trade with other nations for the livestock needed."

"Will our farming sustain the people for the time being?"

"Possibly sir, but we need to get a better source of protein other than legumes."

"I see," Kotor pushed the intercom button, "contact Foreign Minister Juvi Testarova (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=JuviTestarova.jpg) and update her with this conference."

"Yes sir."

"That is all Alex."

"Thank you sir."

Captain Naguma, now in charge of the Laguna, established communications with the Kotor to Admiral Brivun. "Sir the last outer system sensor has been placed. We should know when someone is coming long before they come near New Ganoxa."

"Good. We should continue to explore the system to find any good vantage points just in case."

"Yes sir."

The asteroid field should be a good place to attack from since our ships are small enough for us to navigate through. But an asteroid field alone won't stop the enemy. We need to know our field.

The Kotor flew past the Laguna and continued on its patrol.

The Laguna was exploring the asteroid field to find advantage points that would help defend the refugees. There were a few spots worthy and were marked on the space map. Then all of a sudden the ship came before a massive ship graveyard. The ships looked ancient, some of them in pieces some of them still intact.

"Kotor this is Laguna. We found some sort of ship graveyard."

A ship graveyard?thought Brivun,

"Copy that Naguma, coming to your position."

Several minutes later the Kotor came upon the same ship graveyard. Brivun looked in amazement as he saw the ghostships that reside here. "Captain Naguma, status report." he ordered.

"Admiral we have begun exploration of the ships. Teams report the ships that are intact to be empty and found some sort of ship's log. We are running a diagnostic on the language through our databanks. May take some time."

"Alright. I'll let the Council know of this and order some of the fleet to patrol the area for more intact ships. We may make these our new battleships."

"Yes sir."

A few hours later, Brivun received a message from Naguma. "Sir we have figured out the language of the log. It seems to be Aurebesh, the log says that escape pods were jettisoned and all personnel was gone. We also confirmed the endurance of the ship's mission."

"Yes what is it?"

"Well sir the time now for this ship is over 100 years old."

100 years? Brivun thought.

"Sir?"

"Can we repair the ships?"

"We can sir but it will take time. If we had knowledge of what type of ship this was we could probably be able to repair it faster."

"I see. Carry on with the repairs. I am putting you in charge of the operation."

"Yes sir"

Brivun got back to planetary orbit and appeared before the council via holoprojection. He explained the details of the site and the situation.

"I see. What can we do to speed up the repairs?" councilman Kalinin, the Forellian representative, asked.

"Well sir, we could ask one of our allies if they know the class of ship and layouts so we can make better repairs. That should speed up the repairs and modifications of the ships."

"Very well," Kotor said, "we shall have to notify Miss Testarova of the situation. Send a encrypted message via fighter to the Respite so they can relay it to her."

"Yes sir."

The first Providence Class cruiser was finally repaired. Laser turrets that were in total disrepair were replaced with rail gun turrets. Hyperdrive and sublight engines were still intact and was easily repaired thanks to plans given to them by the Cordians. "Moving Maelstrom out of the asteroid field Admiral."

"Good status report on the others."

"Some of them are around 60% complete."

"Very well move Maelstrom to Sector Zero-G"

"Yes sir."

Defense Minister Troy Kiltias entered into the Council chambers to give his report on about the development of a new battleship for the Ganoxian navy. "We have a battleship in the design phase and will be ready for a prototype design for the navy."

He submitted the design to Chairman Kotor.

http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/ForelliaClassBattleship.L3P.jpg

The prototype excelled in all tests and deemed worthy of being the Battleship class of the Ganoxian Navy. "Good work. When can we see production of the ship?" Kalinin asked.

"The Forellia Class Battleship, as we have dubbed it, is in production as we speak. The replicators from the former Balroggan orbital factories are producing five which will be ready for deployment in a couple of days."

"Excellent. Finally we can..." he was interrupted by the intercom.

"Sir Commander Davis has called in to report on the Jurai proceedings. Should I patch him through."

"Proceed."

"Good day to all Council members. The Jurai proceedings has grown dire as 6 million refugees has jumped into the system after an attack on Colonial space. We had used our ship to mend some of the refugees and returned them to the colonials. The Cordians might be attacked and wish to send reinforcements to Jurai."

"I see. Our allies is in need of help. Contact General Grenzer and Admiral Brivun. They need to be briefed on this."

A secure transmission was sent to the Ganoxian Signal Corps. Yet another nation seeking to establish itself on firm footing had appeared, and the New Dornalians decided to step up and help them out. They had appeared at the Jurai meet, and it was decided to help them out and get them on a good footing.

The message read, "To Whom It May Concern--

We have heard about the predicament of the Ganoxan people. We would like to help. We have technology and resources you may be interested in.

Sincerely,

Carla Baileygates
Commissar for Foreign Affairs
WSND"

The Signal Corps Station, 1031, on the edge of the New Ganoxian system, with a crew of 10 and two docked fighters. Designed to pick up interstellar communications was about to to get one of those messages.

"Siiiir!" one of the technicians said.

Station commander Lieutenant Comura, walked over to the technician.'What is it this time Takamura, it better not be another message from your mother or there will be hell to pay."

A sweat drop from the back of his head started to form. "No sir, its a genuine message."

"What! Play it!"

Comura listened to the message.

"Get the Council Chambers on the secure line."

"Yes sir."

During a meeting in the council room on the surface of New Ganoxa Kotor was discussing the current situation about the agricultural demands of the population.

"Therefore it is imperative that we seek--"

"Sir we have a message from one of our communications stations in Sector 2-7." the intercom interrupted.

Kotor looked at the rest of the council and nodded. "We'll continue this later. Patch it through."

The council listened to the message.

"Well speak of the devil. The foreigners have permission to land. Give this, uh lets see here," Kotor put on his glasses, "Lieutenant Comura the coordinates to the trade ministry."

Back on Station 1031 Lieutenant Comura put on a headset and sent out a reply. "On behalf of Ganoxian Council you have clearance to send a ship into our system. Just stop at this station for instructions."

A lone vessel, an Lin Biao Mark II Heavy Cruiser with its guns lowered and unpowered, appeared at the edge of Ganoxan space. The vessel carried the equivalent of a virtual trade mission. Samples of Dornalian replicators, computing technologies, temporal shielding, you name it, it was there. Of course, it was all the export models. But it was enough perhaps, to help these people get on their feet.

Jeff Chin, the Ambassador aboard, wired a transmission to Station 1031, declaring, "Station 1031, this is the NDS Los Angeles. We have the diplomatic mission to the Ganoxan Government aboard. Requesting permission to enter."

Lieutenant Comura looked at the screen of the cruiser. "Copy that Los Angeles. Your designation will be TKX 2-1-1-Niner. Proceed on course to New Ganoxa. Station 236 will provide with further instructions.

As soon as the Los Angeles enter orbit around new Ganoxa, Station 236, which was one of the Space Traffic Control stations sent a signal. "TKX 2-1-1-Niner we have you on approach to New Ganoxa. Proceed on a bearing of 45 degrees starboard 20 degrees downward. Transmitting coordinates to the Trade Ministry Building, Minister Alex Rendor will meet with you near the LZ. Do you copy?"

OOC:

You would definately notice several shipyards of Balrogga construction as well as orbital factories and several numerous mining facilities in the belts. When I evacuated Gaanoxa I provided them with the means to help restablish themselves. Just making the note because it would be obviously noticable at some point.


Now back to our regularly scheduled programming...

Lieutenant Comura looked at the screen of the cruiser. "Copy that Los Angeles. Your designation will be TKX 2-1-1-Niner. Proceed on course to New Ganoxa. Station 236 will provide with further instructions.

As soon as the Los Angeles enter orbit around new Ganoxa, Station 236, which was one of the Space Traffic Control stations sent a signal. "TKX 2-1-1-Niner we have you on approach to New Ganoxa. Proceed on a bearing of 45 degrees starboard 20 degrees downward. Transmitting coordinates to the Trade Ministry Building, Minister Alex Rendor will meet with you near the LZ. Do you copy?"

Jeff looked at the pilot, and then nodded. They wanted the vessel to go down, but they weren't designed to do so...hmmm.....

Jeff replied on the comms, "Aye, but be aware we are a Heavy Cruiser, we were not designed for atmospheric travel. We are sending down a Dropship, over, to meet your people at the coordinates. Will this be acceptable, over?"

Gracie, meanwhile, piped in with, "Ambassador, I notice these people have orbital facilities and stuff to work with. Looks to be of...Balroggan origin? But no, it can't be messy and nasty, like they usually are."

Jeff then held his hand up, saying, "Grace, I'm on the phone. We can ask the Ganoxans later."

The senior officer looked away from the scope and looked out the viewport. "Shit!" surprised about the size.

"Ahem. Sorry about that TKX 2-1-1-9er. Since we deal mostly with traffic we just use dots to mark your location. Your cruiser may dock with one of our customs stations while secondary vessel lands at the given coordinates to avoid traffic. Same designation will be given. Over."

OOC: Had to goto work.

The senior officer looked away from the scope and looked out the viewport. "Shit!" surprised about the size.

"Ahem. Sorry about that TKX 2-1-1-9er. Since we deal mostly with traffic we just use dots to mark your location. Your cruiser may dock with one of our customs stations while secondary vessel lands at the given coordinates to avoid traffic. Same designation will be given. Over."

OOC: Had to goto work.

Jeff replied nodding and replying back into comms, "Aye. We will dock at the nearest customs station, over." He motioned for the pilot to dock at the nearest one, which was done relatively quickly, if relatively timidly. The pilot wasn't sure how to make the docking work, but after some finagling, they got in.

After docking and processing through customs, the Haywood Class Dropship, carrying Jeff and his trade mission below to the assigned coordinates.

Minister Rendor waited outside near the landing zone for the traders. The wind was moderate blowing his clothes. The tall 20 story building behind, a building of simple design with no intricate details as it was for utility. Then he saw the dropship coming down, starting its landing cycle. As the traders exited the craft she and the honor guard met them.

"Welcome to New Ganoxa! I am Trade & Commerce Minister Alex Rendor," he extended her hand to shake theirs, "I am sure your ride was pleasant? Well anyways shall we proceed inside, I believe there is a storm coming." he gestured to the simple building.

Jeff and his two bodyguards nodded, Jeff replying with "Jeff Chin, Ambassador from the Workers State of New Dornalia. These are my Bodyguards from the Red Army, Sgt. Timirkanov and Sgt. Sleeman." The two men then gave a salute.

Jeff liked this guy. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, and the planet was nice. Though the word of a storm brew had Jeff wondering about a few things. He then pointed to the ship and said, "You mentioned a storm brewing...you don't mind if we bring in our stuff, do you?"

"No not at all. According to our forecasters it should be a couple of hours before it reaches. That should be ample time,"

As they brought in their stuff, Rendor pointed to the right. "You can put your belongings in this storage room. You may leave a guard here to look over it if you wish."

"No not at all. According to our forecasters it should be a couple of hours before it reaches. That should be ample time,"

As they brought in their stuff, Rendor pointed to the right. "You can put your belongings in this storage room. You may leave a guard here to look over it if you wish."

Jeff replied with a simple, "Thank you, minister." He then nodded and motioned to his staff on the dropship, saying, "You heard the man!" and before long they were busy moving the items from the ship to the specified storage area. Using antigrav platforms and wheeled trolleys, they scurried about, ensuring fast delivery as soon as possible.

As this occurred, Jeff then said "I look forward to a productive meeting. Why don't we get to business while my boys and girls get their things stowed away?"

"Yes, yes this way."

After a brief elevator ride and a walk down a hallway they finally get to the ministers main office. To men were inside one in a Class A uniform from the Army and the other wearing a suit wearing round glasses. They got up to greet the guests. "May I welcome our representatives from the Army, Colonel Korel Telkir, and the representative from R&D, Dr. Robert Waliston."

"Nice to meet you"

"Hello"

"General Grenzer is on military assignment at Jurai while Dr. Helsing, lead at R&D is at Milokeenia on resarch. I am sure they would have been here. Well anyways have a seat please."

He took off the longcoat to reveal that he is actually a she.

Rendor went over and sat in her chair. It wasn't a fancy chair but it was comfortable.

"Yes, yes this way."

After a brief elevator ride and a walk down a hallway they finally get to the ministers main office. To men were inside one in a Class A uniform from the Army and the other wearing a suit wearing round glasses. They got up to greet the guests. "May I welcome our representatives from the Army, Colonel Korel Telkir, and the representative from R&D, Dr. Robert Waliston."

"Nice to meet you"

"Hello"

"General Grenzer is on military assignment at Jurai while Dr. Helsing, lead at R&D is at Milokeenia on resarch. I am sure they would have been here. Well anyways have a seat please."

Rendor went over and sat in his chair. It wasn't a fancy chair but it was comfortable.

Jeff nodded and sat in the chair. A somewhat spartan design, he was used to the standard issue nature of these sorts of office chairs. His desk at the Commissariat's HQ in Los Angeles had a similar type, simply furnished, all business. He then leaned forward and folded his hands in a characteristically Dornalian manner, breaking the ice with his observation of, "Chair's like the one I have in my office."

He then put a stout attache case on the table, opening it up and removing some contents from it before putting the case off to the side. He then continued, saying, "Gentlemen, ladies, I am Jeffrey Chin, Ambassador from the Workers State of New Dornalia. I have come here because we have heard the Ganoxan people have been involved, needless to say, in a reconstruction project of epic proportions. Namely, relocation to New Ganoxa and recovery from apocalyptic destruction. Judging by the stations and the previous constructions we've seen outside, we notice some assistance has already arrived. However, we in the Workers State are willing to provide further assistance to ensure your people's speedy recovery."

"We appreciate your offer, Mr. Chin. In fact we were going to ask if your people can assist us in our agricultural efforts. You see when we arrived here there was no livestock brought as the room was needed for passengers. So far we have only used the seeds we have brought and frankly the people are asking for variety. Will you offer include a agricultural package, which may have automatic farming facilities?"

Colonel Telkir raised his hand, to which Rendor acknowledged with a nod. "I do not mean to be rude but do you also have an offer that has some militaristic value."

"Colonel please show some restraint. These are our guests."

"I'm sorry ma'am but MY only concern is the defense of this planet and its inhabitants. According to our reports the reconstruction efforts is well on its way to recovery and soon--"

"Yes Colonel but these people are offering to speed up the process. Since we have lost contact with our allies from the League our agricultural concerns have grown. Without a wide array of foodstuffs I'm afraid OUR people will not be able to function properly," she turned the guests, "I'm sorry for the Colonel's comments."

"Interesting," Dr. Waliston said while Alex blinked at his interruption, "This technology is very interesting," he looked up," oh I'm sorry force of habit." he scratched the back of his head and laughed.

Alex looked back at Mr Chin, tilted her head, closed her eyes and did a little laugh.

OOC: Sorry for the apparent sex change but we can say that she looked like a man outside.

"We appreciate your offer, Mr. Chin. In fact we were going to ask if your people can assist us in our agricultural efforts. You see when we arrived here there was no livestock brought as the room was needed for passengers. So far we have only used the seeds we have brought and frankly the people are asking for variety. Will you offer include a agricultural package, which may have automatic farming facilities?"

Colonel Telkir raised his hand, to which Rendor acknowledged with a nod. "I do not mean to be rude but do you also have an offer that has some militaristic value."

"Colonel please show some restraint. These are our guests."

"I'm sorry ma'am but MY only concern is the defense of this planet and its inhabitants. According to our reports the reconstruction efforts is well on its way to recovery and soon--"

"Yes Colonel but these people are offering to speed up the process. Since we have lost contact with our allies from the League our agricultural concerns have grown. Without a wide array of foodstuffs I'm afraid OUR people will not be able to function properly," she turned the guests, "I'm sorry for the Colonel's comments."

"Interesting," Dr. Waliston said while Alex blinked at his interruption, "This technology is very interesting," he looked up," oh I'm sorry force of habit." he scratched the back of his head and laughed.

Alex looked back at Mr Chin, tilted her head, closed her eyes and did a little laugh.

OOC: Sorry for the apparent sex change but we can say that she looked like a man outside.

Chin nodded and chuckled, with a simple reply of "Oh, that's no problem. The request for arms is not that excessive; it is easily provisioned. The Workers State is willing to provide arms." He was wondering what the fuss was about, honestly. Moreover, Minister Rendor must have been one of the most butch females Jeff had ever seen--you wouldn't know the Minister was a woman until that moment. He kept that to himself though.

Jeff then pointed to Dr. Walliston, who had begun to examine the items Jeff had taken out of his suitcase, "In those stacks of papers and datapads, you will find the plans for hydroponic equipment, nano-tech fertilizer, agricultural replicators, advanced grain, rice and corn/maize seeds resistant to drought and disease, et cetera. These systems do require some human supervision, but within that packet are plans for civilian "dumb AI" constructs. They're not as good as our Ship AI, GRACIE, but they'll do the job. And they won't turn on you, to be sure. For that matter, you'll also find we've got plans for Gauss rifles, export-grade temporal shielding, and all sorts of weapons."

Dr. Waliston put down his hand and turned his head to Mr. Chin,"Is it possible to install the Arm Slave AI into the agricultural equipment, it would make it easy for us."

"These Gauss rifles seems to have the same firing mechanism of our MACs. This should be well and good for our regular infantry but can you make ones suitable for the Arm Slaves?"

Alex coughed and covered her mouth with her hand, "Excuse me. Well it seems we're all in agreement then."

Both men nodded.

Dr. Waliston put down his hand and turned his head to Mr. Chin,"Is it possible to install the Arm Slave AI into the agricultural equipment, it would make it easy for us."

"These Gauss rifles seems to have the same firing mechanism of our MACs. This should be well and good for our regular infantry but can you make ones suitable for the Arm Slaves?"

Alex coughed and covered her mouth with her hand, "Excuse me. Well it seems we're all in agreement then."

Both men nodded.

Chin wasn't hostile to the request to change out the AI on the agro-machinery. After all, it wasn't weaponry, and as long as the mods didn't really compromise the workings of the machines, he was fine. He did have some questions about the Arm Slave AI, though.

He replied, "Arm Slave AI? Well, I'm perfectly happy to do that, but could you explain what that is to me first? I am not familiar with that system. As for the Gauss Rifles, those are assault rifles; we have Gauss Miniguns that can be custom made in larger calibers for use on your Arm Slaves. We also have both native Dornalian railgun technology previously used on our Powered Armor suits, or Abh EM Rifles if you like. Both fire somewhat slower, in a semi-automatic mode, but we can scale them to appropriate dimensions. I assume these Arm Slaves are some sort of armored unit, yes?"

Dr. Waliston took out some folders from his briefcase and showed them to Mr Chin.

Folder 1 (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/gernsback/gernsback01.jpg)

Folder 2 (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/misc/savage01.jpg)

Folder 1 contains our M9 Harbringer class Arm Slave, as you can see its humanoid and can perform human movements and more than human movements thanks to its advanced muscle package design. This model performs the special missions within the military and the primary unit for our Mechanized Paratroopers.

Folder 2 is our frontline unit the Rk-97 Savage. Simply built. Thats sums it up nicely.

We will give you our database information (http://z15.invisionfree.com/Ganoxa/index.php?act=idx) about these units and their operation.

"As for the AI, they are designed to assist the pilot in its duties such as handling communications and other second hand duties, which we have put to civilian use. We also have AL, as it likes to be called, who is not like any of the other AI we had worked with. We received AL from that mercenary group Mithril."

Colonel Telkir spoke up, "If you want, we can provide a field show for you to see them in action."

Dr. Waliston took out some folders from his briefcase and showed them to Mr Chin.

Folder 1 (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/gernsback/gernsback01.jpg)

Folder 2 (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/misc/savage01.jpg)

Folder 1 contains our M9 Harbringer class Arm Slave, as you can see its humanoid and can perform human movements and more than human movements thanks to its advanced muscle package design. This model performs the special missions within the military and the primary unit for our Mechanized Paratroopers.

Folder 2 is our frontline unit the Rk-97 Savage. Simply built. Thats sums it up nicely.

We will give you our database information (http://z15.invisionfree.com/Ganoxa/index.php?act=idx) about these units and their operation.

"As for the AI, they are designed to assist the pilot in its duties such as handling communications and other second hand duties, which we have put to civilian use. We also have AL, as it likes to be called, who is not like any of the other AI we had worked with. We received AL from that mercenary group Mithril."

Colonel Telkir spoke up, "If you want, we can provide a field show for you to see them in action."

"Hmm...these people seem to know what they're talking about in terms of AI constructs. Not as elaborate as Gracie, but they'll do well," Chin mused to himself. These guys were doing pretty well for themselves as far as computing went.

Chin returned the offer with, "Thank you. After the meeting perhaps. In the meantime, I would like to remind the assembled that this aid comes with little or no strings attached. With the military equipment, we'd even be willing to throw in some advisors to help train you in proper use. Though with the military equipment there is a non-disclosure agreement. You will find it in that packet. Do you have any other questions?"

The NDA would read:

Non Disclosure Agreement:

As a purchaser/user/recepient otherwise of New Dornalian weapons, you agree to:

1. Not sell or distribute any equipment or plans for equipment sold, lend-leased or donated by the Workers State to third parties without express permission.

2. Not use any equipment from the Workers State to wage a war of aggression against its allies, unless said war is a defensive one involving a real risk of invasion.

3. Not make unauthorized copies of any equipment or plans of equipment without an explicit license for export. You may make copies of our equipment (but not plans) for national defense use; please be aware export sales of these items are governed by article 1.

4. Ensure the safe matenance of these items, and to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy.

5. make modifications and innovations as you feel are needed to equipment you recieve from the Workers State, so long as you acknowledge their origins.

"Rest assured that these weapons won't reach enemy hands. All our ASs have a Self Destruct Mode that can be activated. We don't want them to get hold of our weapons either." Telkir said.

"Well on behalf of the Ganoxian people, the Council, and the military we shall agree to the terms of this contract." Alex said.

"Rest assured that these weapons won't reach enemy hands. All our ASs have a Self Destruct Mode that can be activated. We don't want them to get hold of our weapons either." Telkir said.

"Well on behalf of the Ganoxian people, the Council, and the military we shall agree to the terms of this contract." Alex said.

Chin then nodded and acknowledged the Ganoxan compliance, pulling out a little Cross pen and saying, "And in the name of the Workers and Peasants of New Dornalia, so do I."

He then signed the NDA on the line marked "New Dornalia" and then handed the pen to the Council. He then said, "Are there any more questions? I'd like to hear them. After all, this is about the renewal of the Ganoxan people, and I'd like to know how we in New Dornalia could help further."

"Well not at all. Gentlemen?"

"I have no questions," Dr. Waliston said.

"I have none."

"Good, then Colonel I am sure you have a field test to show to our honored guests."

"Yes, I do," he got up and picked up his coat, "The proving grounds is a bit far from here, but I'm sure its only a short flight."

"Well not at all. Gentlemen?"

"I have no questions," Dr. Waliston said.

"I have none."

"Good, then Colonel I am sure you have a field test to show to our honored guests."

"Yes, I do," he got up and picked up his coat, "The proving grounds is a bit far from here, but I'm sure its only a short flight."

Chin stood up, and then replied, "Well, I for one don't mind the short flight. After all, I'm sure the demonstration will be well worth the effort." With a smile, he packed up his attache case, leaving the packet of documents in the hands of the Council, and followed the Colonel along with his bodyguards.

After a brief elevator ride up the observation tower, Telkir invited Chin to the balcony to observe the proceedings. "May I introduce you to the M9 Harbringer."

Coming down from the sky was the AS Transport (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=ASTransport.jpg). The ramp opened up to reveal the M9 which immediately jumped out. With the parachutes opening at the appropriate altitude the AS began to fire its 52 mm Shot Cannon at the armored units below, old Savages. As soon as the M9 did a landing the Savages, which were controlled by AIs, began to assault the M9, albeit the rounds being fake. The M9 quickly moved zigzagging between enemy fire destroying the Savages with its shotcannon. It then dropped its shotcannon after running out of ammo and took out its monomolecular cutter. At a very fast speed it sidestepped the Savage and jumped, landing on it with the cutter. Another Savage came up from behind. The M9 pulled out the Anti Tank dagger and threw it at the upcoming Savage destroying it in a spectacular explosion. Telkir stopped his watch at 10 minutes and 52 seconds. "Very good, Sargent eh what was your name?"

"Sagara, Sousuke."

"Ah yes Sagara from Mithril."

"Affirmative."

After a brief elevator ride up the observation tower, Telkir invited Chin to the balcony to observe the proceedings. "May I introduce you to the M9 Harbringer."

Coming down from the sky was the AS Transport (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=ASTransport.jpg). The ramp opened up to reveal the M9 which immediately jumped out. With the parachutes opening at the appropriate altitude the AS began to fire its 52 mm Shot Cannon at the armored units below, old Savages. As soon as the M9 did a landing the Savages, which were controlled by AIs, began to assault the M9, albeit the rounds being fake. The M9 quickly moved zigzagging between enemy fire destroying the Savages with its shotcannon. It then dropped its shotcannon after running out of ammo and took out its monomolecular cutter. At a very fast speed it sidestepped the Savage and jumped, landing on it with the cutter. Another Savage came up from behind. The M9 pulled out the Anti Tank dagger and threw it at the upcoming Savage destroying it in a spectacular explosion. Telkir stopped his watch at 10 minutes and 52 seconds. "Very good, Sargent eh what was your name?"

"Sagara, Sousuke."

"Ah yes Sagara from Mithril."

"Affirmative."

Chin watched the demonstration with great attention. He noted how the pilot, this Sergeant Sagara, executed an act of self-defense with a clear sense of purpose and a steel-eyed dedication to procedure and tactics. Chin also couldn't help but examine the lithe, graceful nature of the M9 Harbringer, which ripped apart enemy targets with a variety of weapons. Though the use of close combat weaponry was somewhat new to him. Something for General Tenneal at Powered Armor School to teach?

Chin extended his hand to Sagara, saying, "Sergeant, damn fine job." He then looked at the General and said, "Mithril?" Must have been some elite unit.

"Its a mercenary group based on earth. They had assisted with the development of the M9. In exchange we helped them in their spacefaring technology."

Sousuke walked into the room and snapped a salute to Telkir. Telkir returned the salute "At ease."

"Mr. Chin, Sargent Sagara."

"Its a mercenary group based on earth. They had assisted with the development of the M9. In exchange we helped them in their spacefaring technology."

Sousuke walked into the room and snapped a salute to Telkir. Telkir returned the salute "At ease."

"Mr. Chin, Sargent Sagara."

Chin saluted the Sergeant, recalling his old Red Army days. Like every Dornie, he had done his two years of National Service and thus knew his way around military procedure. Chin then put his hand down and then said, beaming to Sagara, "Sergeant. I know I said this already, but I cannot say enough that your work was excellent out there. I trust though, that is the least of your skill."

"I have participated in numerous operations that require my optimum performance. I am merely just doing what a soldier does. Nothing more." Sousuke said, "If you excuse me I must be returning."

"Ah yes the arrangement with Miss Chidori." Telkir said.

"Yes we have a special project and well I do not want to disappoint her." once again in a calm disciplined manner.

Sousuke did an about face and went back to the elevator.

"Would you believe hes going to high school?"

"I have participated in numerous operations that require my optimum performance. I am merely just doing what a soldier does. Nothing more." Sousuke said, "If you excuse me I must be returning."

"Ah yes the arrangement with Miss Chidori." Telkir said.

"Yes we have a special project and well I do not want to disappoint her." once again in a calm disciplined manner.

Sousuke did an about face and went back to the elevator.

"Would you believe hes going to high school?"

Chin's eyebrows raised with some surprise. Youth soldiers? Operating equipment that elaborate? And he thought the Coredians were unusual in their use of youths. Good fighters, nice guys, but unusual.

Looking about, he asked with some hesitation, "Did you say high school, General?" Coughing, Chin continued, eager to try and find the words to seem as inoffensive as possible: "I thought only the Coredians and a few others allowed youths in their armed forces. Perhaps this Mithril is different?"

"Be well aware he is of military age of 18 and I won't underestimate his capabilities because of his age, but his background is still a mystery. Although I have heard rumors that this nation called the Soviet Union, took him when he was five from a state runned orphanage to be trained as a 'KGB Sniper', but thats all I heard. As for Mithril I do not know of their policies towards child soldiers or that if he used some sort fake background." Telkir said.

"Be well aware he is of military age of 18 and I won't underestimate his capabilities because of his age, but his background is still a mystery. Although I have heard rumors that this nation called the Soviet Union, took him when he was five from a state runned orphanage to be trained as a 'KGB Sniper', but thats all I heard. As for Mithril I do not know of their policies towards child soldiers or that if he used some sort fake background." Telkir said.

Chin's ears and interest were piqued at the mention of the Soviet Union. They had played a prominent role in the Apocalypse that shaped the formation of New Dornalia, and even throughout the ages, had been rumored to be conducting all kinds of bizarre experiments to win the Cold War--which in the end, no one won. Perhaps Sgt. Sagara was the product of one such experiment?

Chin voiced this, saying, "I see. The Soviets played a vital role in our history. It was their atomic war with the United States of America that sadly caused the great Apocalypse, which plunged the Earth into chaos. Were it not for that Apocalypse, New Dornalia may never have been formed. Still, it was a regrettable occurrence."

"Reminds me of the Cyveron War. Along with the 10 years of fighting the Forellian Union that war had devastated my home Ganoxa. Now that cursed storm had swallowed up my home. At least you are still living on the planet you were born on." he looked down with disappointment.

"Reminds me of the Cyveron War. Along with the 10 years of fighting the Forellian Union that war had devastated my home Ganoxa. Now that cursed storm had swallowed up my home. At least you are still living on the planet you were born on." he looked down with disappointment.

"Ah yes; that is true." Chin could only say that, realizing that as bad as the legendary Apocalypse had been....having your entire planet forced into exile whilst it was consumed by a Force Storm of Epic Proportions was much worse. Made Dornalian problems seem small in comparison.

He then looked about, saying with determination, "Well, rest assuredly, with the tools the Workers State is giving you, and men like the Sergeant, we will work to ensure that will never happen to you again. Nobody should have to be evicted from their homes."

"Thank you." he said as though he were talking to a friend,"as for the Arm Slaves this temporal shielding you speak of. Could you install it on the M9s so that they can enact them in short bursts? They cannot perform with the shield on constantly as that would be huge drain on the palladium reactor."

"Thank you." he said as though he were talking to a friend,"as for the Arm Slaves this temporal shielding you speak of. Could you install it on the M9s so that they can enact them in short bursts? They cannot perform with the shield on constantly as that would be huge drain on the palladium reactor."

Chin thought for a moment, and said, "I can talk to the boys at Jensen Design Bureau and the other companies that make the Temporal Shielding, see if they can put on some sort of interrupter gear. I'm sure it wouldn't be out of their powers though. They have done custom orders in the past."

"I'll let the boys at R&D know. I'm sure they'll be happy. Well I guess thats it as far as the show goes. If you want I'm sure Dr. Waliston would want to show off the R&D Complex. Although it is located on a island like the previous one on Ganoxa." Telkir said.

"I'll let the boys at R&D know. I'm sure they'll be happy. Well I guess thats it as far as the show goes. If you want I'm sure Dr. Waliston would want to show off the R&D Complex. Although it is located on a island like the previous one on Ganoxa." Telkir said.

"Well, I would like to see who I'll be making happy with that custom order," Chin said with a chuckle. "I am rather curious as to what this R&D Complex is like. You sure the good doctor wouldn't mind showing its workings in a tour or two?" He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Well, for that matter, is there anything classified that's being tested there I shouldn't know about?"

"Who knows, the classified areas are buried deep below the complex. I doubt that they would leave it on the top level. As far as I know they research the civilian sector and bio research is at the top level, but I'll leave the details to Waliston as he, unlike his boss Helsing, goes into much detail."

"Who knows, the classified areas are buried deep below the complex. I doubt that they would leave it on the top level. As far as I know they research the civilian sector and bio research is at the top level, but I'll leave the details to Waliston as he, unlike his boss Helsing, goes into much detail."

"I see, I see." So this R&D facility did civil and bio research as well as military work? Interesting, to say the least.

Chin looked at his watch, and said, "Well, I would like to get to the R&D Building, if at possible."

Another short flight to the island on which the research facility was located Telkir got out of the shuttle with Mr. Chin and his body guards. Dr. Waliston was there to meet them at the landing bay. "Greetings to the Ganoxian Research Institute, better known as R&D to others. This way to the complex." he gestured with excitement.

Typical, Telkir thought.

Another short flight to the island on which the research facility was located Telkir got out of the shuttle with Mr. Chin and his body guards. Dr. Waliston was there to meet them at the landing bay. "Greetings to the Ganoxian Research Institute, better known as R&D to others. This way to the complex." he gestured with excitement.

Typical, Telkir thought.

Chin saw Telkir's expression and was somewhat curious as to why the General was so put off by the otherwise friendly gesture. Perhaps Walliston had some sort of history?

Chin then followed Walliston to the inside of the Ganoxian Research Institute.

"Over here is our Civil Engineering and Design Department. Right now they are working on a new police unit. Code named the Mako it would make an excellent deterrent to crime." Waliston pointed out.

"Here you can see the plans for this new unit."

Side View
(http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=MakoSideView.jpg)
Top View (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=MakoTopView.jpg)

"Although mostly a atmospheric unit, the Mako will not be deterred by fleeing criminals who decide to go into space. "The cockpit holds two pilots in tandem, a gunner and a pilot. The gunner controls the two forward mounted cannon and can control the swivel machine gun or can switch the cannon to the pilot who would prefer to control the guns."

"Over here is our Civil Engineering and Design Department. Right now they are working on a new police unit. Code named the Mako it would make an excellent deterrent to crime." Waliston pointed out.

"Here you can see the plans for this new unit."

Side View
(http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=MakoSideView.jpg)
Top View (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=MakoTopView.jpg)

"Although mostly a atmospheric unit, the Mako will not be deterred by fleeing criminals who decide to go into space. "The cockpit holds two pilots in tandem, a gunner and a pilot. The gunner controls the two forward mounted cannon and can control the swivel machine gun or can switch the cannon to the pilot who would prefer to control the guns."

Examining the unit, it seemed to Chin that the machine had a role akin to that of a police helicopter, used to patrol the air and ensure no criminals could easily escape. Machine guns didn't seem to be too much to give to a police helicopter for Chin--after all, the LAPD and other police organizations around the Earth had adopted pretty heavy weaponry themselves, especially tanks.

Chin noted this, as he spoke saying, "Interesting machine....it is akin to a helicopter?"

"Hm? I suppose it does look like a helicopter. We didn't have that in mind." Waliston chuckled, "well unlike the helicopters of past this would be a standard vehicle for all our officers. Much like the police automobiles used before the Cyveron war."

"Hm? I suppose it does look like a helicopter. We didn't have that in mind." Waliston chuckled, "well unlike the helicopters of past this would be a standard vehicle for all our officers. Much like the police automobiles used before the Cyveron war."

A standard vehicle? Interesting, to say the least. Most Dornalian cops had to settle for ground based squad cars; this would be an interesting concept, to say the least, for future operations. Chin nodded, acknowledging the idea.

"Well on with the tour." he gestured to the next area.

"Here we are designing general purpose Arm Slaves for civilian use such as construction and landscaping projects. Other miscellaneous projects are in the process."

They walked past the design boards and towards another part of the facility to the elevator. "Although we wouldn't allow anyone without a Class 1 security clearance in this part of the facility, we are going to make an exception here. Seeing that you are sharing your technology with you, we shall let you see ours."

"Well on with the tour." he gestured to the next area.

"Here we are designing general purpose Arm Slaves for civilian use such as construction and landscaping projects. Other miscellaneous projects are in the process."

They walked past the design boards and towards another part of the facility to the elevator. "Although we wouldn't allow anyone without a Class 1 security clearance in this part of the facility, we are going to make an exception here. Seeing that you are sharing your technology with you, we shall let you see ours."

Chin nodded, merely acknowledging Walliston's sentiment with a simple "Sounds fair enough." The tour was turning out somewhat interesting so far, but it sounded like that there was much more to come just below the surface of the R&D Facility. After all, the Arm Slaves up above that they saw here would probably just be the tip of the iceberg in terms of technological prowess that they possessed.

The guards stood at attention with their rifles in salute. The door marked Classified Area opened to reveal the teams of scientist studying alien artifacts that date back to the Cyveron War. "As you see here, the alien technology our scientists are studying are the Cyveron wreckages from their invasion of our planet not some twenty years ago. One such technology is a cloaking device or active camouflage."

Waliston stood by the window where a ball was placed in the adjacent room. "During our study, we found that the device utilizes a rapidly oscillating laser screen to project some sort of distortion around the ball or a concealed object. It masks signatures in the electromagnetic spectrum. When we placed a camera inside a glass box it revealed that the camera can view out of the cloak although it being tinged with violet and red."

Waliston stood by the window where a ball was placed in the adjacent room. "During our study, we found that the device utilizes a rapidly oscillating laser screen to project some sort of distortion around the ball or a concealed object. It masks signatures in the electromagnetic spectrum. When we placed a camera inside a glass box it revealed that the camera can view out of the cloak although it being tinged with violet and red."

Chin examined the device and nodded, noting Walliston's explanation. Chin then replied, amazed at the simplicity of the machine: "Well, we have a cloaking system that works to bend light around the object. It achieves the same effect of concealing the object from view, but it also has the effect of masking the user's psychic signature. This is because it utilizes the Force to achieve this effect."

"Ah I see? Thats intriguing." Waliston seemed to be deep in thought,"oh sorry. Heh. In our tests the device seems to adapt to sudden movements and changes in environment as seen here. Which would make it perfect for special operations missions. The only drawback is that it ionizes the air emitting ozone, and we are working on ways of masking that, but we are coming up short."

"Ah I see? Thats intriguing." Waliston seemed to be deep in thought,"oh sorry. Heh. In our tests the device seems to adapt to sudden movements and changes in environment as seen here. Which would make it perfect for special operations missions. The only drawback is that it ionizes the air emitting ozone, and we are working on ways of masking that, but we are coming up short."

Chin thought of a temporary expedient, one that might mask the offending odor by going to its source. But would they take it? He wasn't sure how well they would react to biotech.

"Might we be able to somehow integrate an element of our Force-based cloaking to solve that problem? We could install a Force Field Generator, which uses Mindworm cell culture to generate the Force energies, and then direct them in such a way that they can mask psychically the presence of that smell."

"Interesting. I'll notify Dr. Helsing once he comes back." Waliston said, "continuing with the tour, here we are are developing a new muscle package for our Arm Slaves that will be lighter and would require less maintenance then of the ones we are using for the Arm Slaves. The package could allow the Arm Slave to carry more heavy weaponry such as a Magnetic Acceleration Cannon or the 40mm Chaingun assortment with 5000 rounds."

"Well I guess this would conclude our tour of the facility. I like to thank you for your time in coming hear, and of course, for your generousity in allowing us the use of your technology to better our military and our society."

"In other words we owe you." Telkir said.

The group then walked out of the facility and flew back the Trade Ministry Building. There Alex Rendor was waiting for them. "I trust your trip was pleasant?"