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Parallel Univerise, Elrond System, Orbit around Elrond 4:

The Imperial Elrond Empire Starship White-Phoenix a modern Cruiser that had only just left Space Dock was the first ship of the Phoenix Class Cruisers commanded by Captain Roxanne Virtua she was one of the most modern and up to date Military Cruisers of the Elrond Empire. Designed to provide the Elrond Empire with an all purpose military vessel which had stronger Weaponary and even more importantly increased Defensive Capacity to counter the threat of the Borg. Since the Borg had appeared they had tried to assimulate Elrond but had failed in their operations due to Elrond Physiology and the Elrond Immune system having the capacity to resist and destroy the Borgs Tubules when they where injected because of this the Borg had simply decided to just destroy Elrond instead of assimulating the people.

However Elrond was resisting and the Borg where being beaten back however it was a thankless task once Elrond had destroyed a Borg Attack the Borg would just go out and assimulate more people and they where back to sqaure one however hopefully the Phoenix Class Cruiser would break all that. On the bridge of the IEESS White Phoenix sat in the Command Chair was Captain Roxanne Virtua a women of around 29 she had red hair, blue eyes and had a slender build. Dressed in IEESS Captains Uniform a wooden wand like stick rested in a holster she monitored her console and was rather engrossed when her Second in Command Commander Micheal Victorn a man around the age of 26 with brown hair and brown eyes and strong build dressed in IEESS Command Uniform again a wooden wand wad like stick rested in a holster began speaking:

"Ma'am we have cleared Space Dock and are ready to begin Warp Drive Test"

"Excellent Commander. Warp 3 take us around Elrond 9 and back" replied the Captain

"Aye Ma'am Ensign Warp 3. Engage" ordered the Commander

"Sir" replied the young Officer

The White Phoenix jumped to Warp but as it did a huge white hole appeared directly in front of them unable to avoid it the White-Phoenix shot directly into the White Hole. As they did the ship began to jerk and jump Captain Virtua shouted:

"Report?"

Before she fell to the floor and was knocked unconsious. Little did they know but the ship had flown directly into a Tear in the very blanket of space little did they know but they where long within the Elrond System or their own Universe for that matter the IEESS White-Phoenix all tho they did not know it had appeared in space within the Milky Way Galaxy...........

Space, Milky Way Galaxy..... (Unknown to Crew)

As the Captain came to she pulled herself to her feet and collapsed into the Command Chair gathering her senses she realised she had broken her wrist no problem pulling her wand for her holster she waved it over the wrist, gently tapped it and muttered a few words within seconds she was healed pulling herself to her feet she began to take control of the Devastation part of the bridge was on and fire and most of the stations where not responding:

"Report what the hell just happened?"" ordered the Captain

"Unknown. Whatever it was its damaged us considerably. Shields are Offline. Warp Drive is Offline. Sensors are Offline. Weapons are Offline. Impulse & Thrust Systems are Offline. Power Fluctuations reported. Hull Breach on Deck 9. 3 Confirmed Deaths and 12 Injured 2 Serious." replied the Commander

"Location?" replied a now worried Captain

"Unknown" replied the Commander

"Send out an Emergancy Distress Signal. All Channels. Get Shields and Weapons back online ASAP. We could be in Borg Space" ordered the Captain.

"Yes Ma'am" replied an Ensign

Distress Message to All:

"Emergancy Distress Signal. Request any and all Aid. Sereve Damage. Imperial Empire Elrond Starship White-Phoenix. Elrond Command Copy?"


OOC Info:

Ok Vetaka is a MT/PMT nation and that is where all of my RP up to now has been located however ive been interested in the FT side of NS for a long while now. Anyway this is my First Contact basically my FT RP will be centered around 1 ship and its Characters The White Phoenix a ship that has suffered a similar fate to that of the Star Trek ship Voyager. Anyway my ship has been sucked through a Dimensional Wormhole that as transported it from its Dimension into the NS FT one and Yes my people are Wizards.

Anyway all my FT RP will be centered around this ship and its adventures I hope this can lead to some good RP's and well should I ever leave NS the White-Phoenix will return to its own universe lol. Any Questions?

1400 hours, February 13th, 2671 (Military Calendar)\
ITSC Vessel Wrathful, destroyer class, Gervandis system
On patrol

The destroyer, ITS Wrathful, was on patrol in this section of the Gervandis system. With the Imperium on high alert, battling the invasion by the Remians, patrols in non-affected systems had been stepped up. The fleet was constantly at Code Yellow, and any strange or unknown disturbance made them instantly respond. With so much of their resources and attention compiled to the fight going on in Harvest, they were vulnerable to enemy attack. So it was that Captain Williams sat in his command chair, staring out into the darkness of space, having been there for the past two days. Sighing, he turned to one of his bridge crew.

"Laura, report."

A blonde-haired women moved her hands over the keyboard, inputting commands. "Sir, nothing is out there. It's been as silent as a grave out there." There was a tone of disappointment in her voice. The entire crew was a feisty bunch and they were EXTREMELY disappointed when they had not been selected to go fight the alien intruders. However, they all knew their duty, so they could only hope that something showed up, and entertained them.

"Thank you, Ensign." The Captain toyed with a hole in his pocket as he moved off into another world, one of beaches and bright sun. And his wife, Jennifer. "God I miss her...Just three more days out here and then its shore leave....Heh, can't wait for that-"

His reverie was interrupted by the alarm going off and Laura's loud, insistent voice. "Sir, reading large energy burst in-system. Signature reads as a disturbance in space-time, similar to space drives used on space vessels!" Williams shot up in his seat.

"Bring us to Red Alert! I want counter-boarding parties assembled at checkpoints and everyone to prepare to possible action!"

"Sir yes sir!" The Marines and ODST's on board ran to the armories, suiting up and getting their weapons, before moving to defend key areas of the ship and set up blockades. The Captain watched the tactical screen as it tracked the disturbance. A dark blue A.I appeared. It was a young kid wearing glasses.

"Captain, you called for me?"

"Hello, Derek. I just need you to help me track this disturbance and standby to ask for fleet reinforcements if need be."

"Understood." The screen flashed and the disturbance disappeared.

"Sir! The energy signature is gone, but there appears to be an unknown ship in its place. It's drifting."

Williams clenched the chair. Why one ship? Scouting expeditions had at least two...."Scan that ship, I want to know its weapon systems and where it is going."

A tense pause as the sensors moved over the ship and reported back. Laura seemed shocked....and disappointed again. "Sir...all systems seem to be offline. No engine thrust of any kind detected and minimal energy signatures are coming off the section where the reactor must be."

Another burst in. "Sir, we are getting a transmission....It's from the alien vessel."

"Show me."

The letters appeared in place of the tactical map:

"Emergancy Distress Signal. Request any and all Aid. Sereve Damage. Imperial Empire Elrond Starship White-Phoenix. Elrond Command Copy?"

The Captain let out a breath. No combat today. "Open a channel."

"Channel open sir."

"This is Captain Williams of the ITS Wrathful, Imperum of Terra Space Command. Your call for aid has been received and we are moving to assist. Stay put, we will come to you."

The Captain sat down. "Change course to zero-four-five and bring reactor up to fifty percent. And cancel the Code Red."

"Aye, aye." The alarm shut off and the soldiers relaxed, going back to their stations, while the ship shifted and began to head towards the Elrondian ship at a moderate pace.

At the Epison Tilium Astroid Field.

The Battlestar Pacifica drifted on it's routine guard duty. Commander Adriana, sat in her quarters, reviewing a massive pile of paper work. "My gods, these miners have a list of complaints, Commander Adriana thought to herself as she poured herself a Vodka tonic. She took a sip, as she reviewed the current list of needed equiptment.

To Battlestar Pacifica From Mining vessel Titan: To whom it may concern we have broken another drill bit on astroid 32. It will take several hours to complete the repairs. Please be advised that we are down to our last three drill bits, and we are in immediate need of more. Without these bits, the mining process may be delayed by three weeks. Sincerely James MacGraff, Captain of the titan.

Three weeks, Commander Adriana thought to herself. We can not afford such a delay. She quickly responded to the message.

Dear Captain MacGraff, A three week delay is unacceptable. We need the ore to continue to build up a fleet to protect the colonies. With the numerous threats from hostile alien worlds that we have just encountered, you are under orders to complete your mission. We do not have any spare parts for your ship on a Battlestar, and we can not leave the sector to get you the supplies. I suggest that you should be more careful with your drills. I would hate to have to send over marines to supervise your operation.

Sincerely,

Commander Adriana, Commander of Battlestar Pacifica

Commander Adriana pushed a button on her phone. Moments later a ensign came into her quarters, with his blue colonial uniform, and stood at attention. She handed the paper to the ensign. "Take this to the CIC immediately and send this reply to the Titan.

"Yes sir", the ensign clicked his heals, as he reached out his hand and took the paper from the Commander. As he turned around and saluted, Commander Adriana began to pick up a new piece of paper, to review.

Action station, Action stations, set condition one through out hte ship. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill. Action station, Action stations...

Commander Adriana picked up the phone, "Put me through to CIC immediately.

"CIC, this is Colonel Hunts."

Colonel what is going on.

"An unknown vessel just came into the area at high speeds. We are uncertain of it's type or origin. It is roughly 1600 meters away, the damn thing nearly came down on top of us."

I will be right there.

As Commander Adriana entered the CIC...

Launch the Alert vipers she ordered. Any response from the unknown ship?

None sir, the communications officer stated. We have yet to recie... Sir we are getting a distress message.

Put it on speakers

Emergancy Distress Signal. Request any and all Aid. Sereve Damage. Imperial Empire Elrond Starship White-Phoenix. Elrond Command Copy

The Colonel listened to the message.

"Could be a trap sir."

Yes it could, or it could be a random accident. Prepare Blue and Red Squadrons for immediate launch. Open a channel to the unknown ship.

Audio Only:

This is Commander Adriana of the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal to the unknown vessel. We understand that you are in distress. Please state the nature of your emergency, and how you were so disabled. If you require assistance, we shall assist. Please be advised though, if this is an attempt to attack this vessel, or lure us into a trap we have our cannons locked on to you.

Move us into a parrallel course to the ship, load cannons 1-14 with EMB's. 15-24 with salvo, as well as all secondary cannons and flak cannons. Make sure that all missle tubes are loaded with the jump drive nukes. Let us hope that they are being sincere.

The alert vipers begin to take up a position behind and parrallel to the unknown ship.

"Pacifica, this is Doghouse, the ship appears to be badly disabled. It does not look like it will be able to put up much of a fight. I doubt very much that this is a trap of anykind.

"Doghouse, this is Pacifica, you are ordered to maintain a defensive formation around the vessel. Do not fire upon the vessel unless attacked or ordered to do so."

"Pacifica, this is Doghouse, I acknowledge. Ok you heard them defensive formation. Keep an eye out for any signs of hostilities." The 12 Mark VIII vipers fall into formation near the unknown ship.

OOC: I am not in colonial space, just near an astroid field that the colonies found and are mining.

The 11th Explorer Fleet, the first fleet commissioned in several dozen years was undergoing a shakedown cruise. The fleet consisted of 10 new Non Class Explorers that would eventually replace all carbon classes in sercive. Soon however hey changed course as they detected a distress signal.
As they approached they detected numerous ships and all but the command ship cloaked as they emerged into the system

Message to disabled ship:
We would like to offer our services in any way possible. Please respond if you would like our help.

((sorry... I am busy I will try to make posts more detailed when I'm not in such a rush))

the frigate Hamarik of the kratnen imperal navy exited hyperspace 100 kilometers away from the dammaged vessal
"hyperjump compleated "ensign Havenik reported
"report!" Barked captain Genvik Korvathak his first officer Jenthais Kavnoc rushing over to the weapons officer
"sir the energy signature we origonaly picked up apears to be gone" leutenant Levethka reported from the sencors post "but we are now picking up several other ships in the area"
the captain cursed while powerful in er own right a single frigate was no match for most capital ships out there in one on one combat its primart streangth was in the numbers the imperial navy was able to produce "sheilds up ready all weapons get the gunners to there stations or so help me you'll all be serving on garbage scows!" while the kratnen navy did have automated tracking and defence systems in close combat they still preferd to man the guns rather thn let the computer track the targets it boosted moral and at the same time gave them someone to blame if something went wrong and they could still shoot if the primary system went down.
the small vessal now armed to the teath was finaly ready to open its comms channels while still hopeing for a semi peacefull resolution to the curent situation the main battle group was only a jump away should they call them in and the would fight to the death if they had to till the battle group arived.
"This is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may procede with our investigation. i repeat this is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may procede with our investigation." he broke of comms and readyed himself for anything being this close to kratnen territory and reinforcements they would not be the ones to back down first. he ran his clawed fingertips over his cranieal ridges in the human equivalent of running your hands through your hair and waited

OOC: My weapons are kenetic. Although the warheads on the cannons have about as much power output as most beam weapons, they are in fact shells. Besides the guns pointing at the "Unknown ship" there is no energy trace. Even our "beam" technology like the EMB is in a shell, much like a bullet and works on a similar principle as an Ion cannon. So there is no trace of any of my weapons "powered up".

"New Draidus Contacts, Bearing all over the place. Several ships are entering the sector, and are transmitting."

Weapon status of all of the incoming vessels.

Many of the ships are too far off at the moment to detect, but the new ship that just hyperspaced into the area is at full weapons status.

Well isn't that just grand. Do they pose a threat?

Very unlikely sir, they are a small frigate. Although well armed for a ship of it's size, they are not a match for this battlestar.

Sir we are recieving a message.

Put it on speakers.

"This is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may procede with our investigation. i repeat this is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may procede with our investigation."

Commander Adriana picked up the comm system. "What the frak is going on, five months of nothing and now we got a gods damn intergalactic circus on our hands." she thought to herself as she wiped the sweat off her brow. She began to speak into the com.

Audio Message to all the ships in the area:

This is the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal to the ship of the Kratnen Imperial Navy and all other incoming ships. We are undergoing operations in this sector, and a possible rescue mission. If you are peaceful as you claim, you may commence with your investigation as long as it does not interfere with official colonial business. However at the current time we will not lower any defenses. If you are peaceful as you claim to be you do not need to fear us. We will not fire unless we feel threatened. If you desire you may send a representitive of your ship and government on board to discuss the situation. This representitive must be unarmed. We repeat we also do not desire any hostilities to occur.

"Captain, three other ships have warped in system." Williams eyes narrowed.

"Show me." The tactical map showed the Gnostican, Waterhelper, and New Kratna ships, in blue red and green respectively. "Status on their weapon systems and deployment?"

"Well, the large ship over there has not beam weapons we can detect, so we suspect kinetic weaponry. It has also deployed a single squadron of fighters, which are currently holding position around the unknown vessel. They do not appear hostile."

"A fleet of eleven ships have appeared at coordinates zero-five-twelve. Their weaponry shows they are light ships. I think they are an explorer fleet of some kind."

"The final ship, which has just warped in, has powered up all weapons and appears nervous. I recommend watching this one, sir."

Williams sighed and rubbed his temples. "Derek...."

The A.I. appeared. "Sir?"

"Send a message to the rest of the battlegroup in system and tell them to come here. It's all well and good to have people coming to help but this is OUR system and we are going to keep order."

"Understood." The message was heavily encrypted and sent out, contacting the rest of the battlegroup. Several moments later, the A.I. appeared again. "They have been notified and state it will be eight minutes before they can arrive."

Williams nodded. "Very well." His attention was drawn to the Communication station.

"Sir, multiple transmissions being broadcasted. Intercepting now...." The screen beeped and show the transmissions.

"This is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may proceed with our investigation. i repeat this is captain Genvik Korathak of the Kratnen Imperial Navy to all ships. we do not wish conflict. we are here investigating an anomalous energy reading picked up at the edge of Kratnen space Please deactivate your weapons systems so that we may proceed with our investigation."


This is the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal to the ship of the Kratnen Imperial Navy and all other incoming ships. We are undergoing operations in this sector, and a possible rescue mission. If you are peaceful as you claim, you may commence with your investigation as long as it does not interfere with official colonial business. However at the current time we will not lower any defenses. If you are peaceful as you claim to be you do not need to fear us. We will not fire unless we feel threatened. If you desire you may send a representitive of your ship and government on board to discuss the situation. This representitive must be unarmed. We repeat we also do not desire any hostilities to occur.

The Captain narrowed his eyes. "Deploy the Longswords, and open a channel to all ships. I am not tolerating this. This is Imperium territory, we say what goes."

"Channel opened, sir."

All ships. I advise listening carefully. I am Captain Williams of the Imperium of Terra ship, the Wrathful You are all trespassing on Imperial territory. Normally, I would ask for you to leave. However, due to the nature of your arrival, the energy disturbance and the disabled ship, we shall allow you to stay and conduct rescue operations. As for the Battlestar and Captain Grenvik, I am asking that you power down your weapon systems or leave this system. I will not tolerate any unneeded aggression in this system. If you wish to obtain the right to continue coming into this system, I can arrange for negotiations aboard my ship and we can take it from there. If you have anything else to discuss, feel free to ask.

Any and all hostile actions will be replied to swiftly and neutralized. So, keep things peaceful and we'll be okay.

"Power Down our weapon systems? Colonel Hunts replied. What does every fraking alien and their mother use beam weapons in the universe?"

Commander Adriana, almost chuckled at her XO's reply. Well it would appear that this sector of space is someone's border. You would think they would set up a bouy system, or have some sort of indication that this is claimed space.

Sir due to the nature of our fold space jump drive, they may have indeed these systems in place and we went right past it. It seems that most aliens use a form of ftl that goes through space, not bypassing it as our system does.

Commander Adriana glared at the Lt, who thought to state the obvious truth that was in front of her. What is the status of the newcomer to the system.

They are launching some fighters, and have their weapons "powered up". However they do not appear to be targeting anyone yet. It would appear to be a postering move to show strenght.

Commander Adriana looked at the draidus screen. The tactical situation was not one that she particularly liked. Many unknown aliens, with unknown technology. Although the situation remained peaceful at the moment, the slightest error in judgement could bring the house of card to the ground.

Colonel Hunts looked at Commander Adriana, "What are your thoughts of the situation?"

If the Telrosian Empire wishes to talk, then we should accept their invitation. After all we are not unreasonable.

Transmission to the Telrosian vessel Audio only:

This is Commander Adriana of the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. We do not wish to start a war. We will set condition two, and order our gunners to put the safeties on. We wish to meet with you, since this is your space to discuss the current situation. If this is acceptable please state your terms for the meeting, and I will personnally come to your vessel as a sign of good faith. Please adknowledge.

Commander Adriana then states as she hangs up the Com system, Stand down to Condition two, but maintain the shields. If any alien ship appears to be getting ready to attack this vessel, or the Tillium refinery then defend yourselves at all cost. Although the astroid field should keep the tillium ship quite hidden. Colonel Hunts, you will be in command in my absence.

OOC: My weapons are kenetic. Although the warheads on the cannons have about as much power output as most beam weapons, they are in fact shells. Besides the guns pointing at the "Unknown ship" there is no energy trace. Even our "beam" technology like the EMB is in a shell, much like a bullet and works on a similar principle as an Ion cannon. So there is no trace of any of my weapons "powered up".

(ooc: good to know but your not the only ship in the area :) ;) )

"sir incoming transmition"
"lets hear it" Captain Korvathak orderd

This is the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal to the ship of the Kratnen Imperial Navy and all other incoming ships. We are undergoing operations in this sector, and a possible rescue mission. If you are peaceful as you claim, you may commence with your investigation as long as it does not interfere with official colonial business. However at the current time we will not lower any defenses. If you are peaceful as you claim to be you do not need to fear us. We will not fire unless we feel threatened. If you desire you may send a representitive of your ship and government on board to discuss the situation. This representitive must be unarmed. We repeat we also do not desire any hostilities to occur.

"I don't like it captain" commander Kavnoc stated. "scans arent showing any actual weapons readings from that ship. though its shear size is threat enough"
"no weapons readings?"the captain cursed "by the seven pits of the underworld i hate kenetic weapons" and with good cause cause while there energy sheilds absorbed most weapons fire from energy weapons kenetic pased right through them and while there hull could take a beating it wan't invulnerable. but hopefully it didn't come to that and if it did hopefully they would be able to do significant damage to it be fore they where destroyed and the main battle fleet could then finish it off. but nothing was certain in space.
"orders captain?"
"maintain battle stations there are still other ships out there and continue scaning, see if you can't determan where that energy signature came from. i wouldn't be suprised if one of these Klentoos are doing weapons teasting and if they are command will want to know about something that shows up that far awy"
"and the pacifica's request for a diplomatic exchange" comander Kavnok enquired
Captain Korvathak ponderd this for a moment then grinned "do you remember your light grav training?"
"yes i do" the commander gring knowing what the captain was hinting at good then take Leutenants Ravik and Vortin with you as well as a pair of vantink guards"
"Yes Sir" the comander saluted as she made her way to one of the lifts at the rear of the bridge. what most races tended to froget was that Kratna was a heavy world roughly twice that of standard gravity giving them ingreases strength in lighter situations,the disadvantage of this was that it also gave the planet a ritcher atmosphere requiring anyone who ventured to "light grav" worlds or ships to carry a small breathing aparatus to suply the additional concentration of atmospheric gasses.
the commander smothed her hair between her cranieal ridges (females being the only ones with hair on there head males being bald by nature) her clawed fingertips acting as a comb and straitened her uniform as she settled herself in the pilots seet of the transport craft one of the leutenants to either side the 2 guards sitting directly behind there distinctly reptilian forms lacking of any expresion "captain this is comander Kavnoc requesting permition to disembark"
"permision granted safe journy"
"battlestar Pacifica This is comander Kavnoc of the Kratnen Impereal Navy requesting permision to dock as per invitation to diplomatic discorse we come un-armed as per request over" the comander snickers she didn't need a las pistol to defend herself they where nice to have but not a necesity in "low-gav" situations

"Sir new transmition coming in" Lt Tavelik anounced
""All ships. I advise listening carefully. I am Captain Williams of the Imperium of Terra ship, the Wrathful You are all trespassing on Imperial territory. Normally, I would ask for you to leave. However, due to the nature of your arrival, the energy disturbance and the disabled ship, we shall allow you to stay and conduct rescue operations. As for the Battlestar and Captain Grenvik, I am asking that you power down your weapon systems or leave this system. I will not tolerate any unneeded aggression in this system. If you wish to obtain the right to continue coming into this system, I can arrange for negotiations aboard my ship and we can take it from there. If you have anything else to discuss, feel free to ask.

Any and all hostile actions will be replied to swiftly and neutralized. So, keep things peaceful and we'll be okay.""
Captain Korvathak broke into a litany of curses at this point as things just seemed to be getting worse for him it would figure that some had clamed this sector so much for expantion in this direction as least not without an all out conflict and that wasn't a good idea right now
"open comms" the captain requested when he had composed himself
"comms open"
"This is captain Genvik Korvatha of the Kratnan Imperial Navy to Captain Willams of the Imperium of Terra i greet you as one imperum to an other. the Kratnen empire aparently now neighbours yours and we do not wish hostilitys as such would most certainly end with the distruction of my vessle. so as we are greatly out numbers and out gunned we will maintain our current defencive status. we have dispatched a diplomatic envoy to the battlestar Pacifica to co-ordinate research into the energy signiture that brought us here. again i repeat we will maintain our defencive standings but will not attack unless provoked. cause i don't know about you but i wanna get out of here alive."
"Hamarik to shuttle craft come in"
"this is shuttle craft one we are receaving you captain" commander kavnoc responded
"Comander prepair to alter course on my single... thigs are getting interesting"
"roger that "
"Leutenant Tavlik Oper a secure channel to the Kratna's Hammer and have them move in on out position but remain out of imperum space. i'm not ready to die just yet"


((ooc: yes i now im playig as slightly paranoid but thets the empire for you don't trust anything but there own strength and when they don't have that things get twitchy))

The CDF Wrathful had been in the area running what some would call a routine exploration mission: it was not a part of any large battleforce, nor were any special personnel on board to ensure that the intended end was met. It was there only to explore a region of space that hadn't been trundled through by a probe in nearly a millennia; just enough time for a society of some sort to develop into something respectable, or perhaps even hostile, to Conglomerate trade interests.

The ship was a Recession class frigate that had been modified slightly to have enhanced sensory systems for the duration of the mission, with a negligible deduction to the systems powering weapons. It had seen action in various theaters over the decades, though never anything worse than a pirate raid on Conglomerate borderspace. Still, its armor was battlescared, and its crew was experienced; just not enough to get out of a mission like this.

"Wow, the Feds lost to the Marshals, again. Fuck." TacOps officer Johanson said in a low growl.

"As much as I love and keep track of the sport, I can't say I care too much John." Skylord Shaeldon said with his head dug into his hands.

"Come on Sir, everyone watches slaughterball." Johanson said with this signature tone of pleading sarcasm while his eyes were still glued to the monitor spewing out both sports statistics, and data outlining the situation in the current region of space.

Johanson was a young officer who had not long ago graduated from the Academy of War with above-average grades and honors. His hair was always slicked back into a mess of spikes and wayward curves, revealing every feature his face possessed: from the gold-colored eyes enhanced by clearly visible implants, to his rigid bone-structure and pointy nose. He had a mustache that never quite crew in, and an Adam's apple of fearsome size, making his voice all the more audible, and at some times, annoying.

For Skylord Shaeldon, this was one of those times.

"Come on nothing. That sport is a waste of time I don't feel bad for missing. It's a mess of genetic freak shows and drunk spectators with no point but the bloodshed. Hell, you can't tell one of the participants apart from the other most of the time. What the fuck kind of sport is that? Now shut the hell up and finish crunching the numbers: this patch of space is starting to get on my nerves." The Skylord said with rising indignance that tapered off into simple annoyance as his tirade ended.

Skylord Harrison Shaeldon graduated near the top of his class, and with high honors from the Academy of War, and at the post-graduate Academy of Combat and Control. It was in fact the primary impetus behind his gaining the rank of Skylord at such a young age: thirty-five compared to the average fifty-three. In that regard he still had all of his thick-black hair cut into its typical short style, and his pale-skin still retained its youthful firmness; qualities that required a certain degree of gene and tissue therapy given the nature of their work later in life.

Right now his crystal-like emerald eyes transfixed themselves upon the holosphere displaying various sectors of space in front of him, evoking only occasional yawns and a profound sense of fatigue that only hourly injections of chemicals could fend off.

It was all basically the same: empty space and lone star systems with habitable planets that hadn't yet birthed any species of interest. Evolution was a slow bitch.

Only the thought of it all being over gave him any hope of surviving the day, though Johanson moved so bloody slowly between processing data and analyzing sports statistics that they could be their for the next one-hundred years and still not be finished.


"Skylord Shaeldon, sir. We've got something." CommOps Officer Marie Ythen said from behind her console in her typical low-tone.

Just then the holosphere was unified into a single picture that gave a low-resolution image of damaged ship being approached from various vectors by other civilizations that the Conglomerate either had relations with, or never cared enough about to consider. In any case it certainly looked interesting.

CommOps also played the distress signal over the local command node, hoping to clear up the static that had somehow accompanied the transmission.

"So what am I looking at?"

Johanson ran his fingers through his ebon hair and ran the information through the executive node; a standard procedure that allowed critical information to be processed at nigh-unfathomable speed into the brains of whoever received it. Speed was often a decisive factor in victory, or defeat, after all.

"The damaged vessel lies at two-lightyears distant, and is comprised of relatively primitive technology, and its relativistic signature doesn't match any known models currently in use by any familiar civilizations." His thoughts raced at near light-speed, and were processed absolutely just as quick.

Such information gathered at such a distance was possible because of directed bursts of hyperspace noise, as well as the detection of exotic particles that result from the actions of interstellar powers. Though, it wasn't always as clear as the Skylords needed it to be. No was again one of those times.

"Vessels approaching from marked vector-one originate from the Imperium of Telros; a power logged in our databanks but no relations have been established. Their vector appears to be non-hostile.

"From vector-two, the ships belong to the Twelve Colonies of Cobol. The Conglomerate has a similar political relationship with them as it does the Imperium. Their vector is markedly hostile." Johanson highlighted the numerical data that revealed spikes in power levels that signified weapons coming online, and a formation of strike-craft that can only be used effectively for an attack. He further noted the ships capabilities potentially dangerous under the TCTA system. He continued with his analysis.

"Vectors three and four are from unknown powers with capabilities that do not meet the criteria for establishing formal diplomatic relations. Vector-four is decidedly hostile, and extremely close to the damaged vessel. Its in suicide range, sir."

Shaeldon thought for a moment, something that spanned perhaps a nanosecond at best in this virtual world of streaming data.

"Is the damaged vessel from this region of space? Or is it foreign?" He asked calmly, the same sort of demeanor that aided in gaining his Skylordship.

"We can't tell. All we know is that it's damaged, and not as advanced as other powers logged in out databanks. We also no know the damage is severe and without assistance whatever crew is on board will likely not live much longer, especially given the nature of what 'aid' they've received thus far."

The Skylord went back over the distress call, which had been cleaned up nicely by the buffers in the communication systems. Now was the time to act, or simply observe.

"Well, we obviously have a decision to make. Either we try to help these poor-bastards, or we watch what's happening and analyze the threat potential of the knowns and unknowns in the area. We could also go to Command directly to make the decision for us, but we all know that's not a tenable position." He said with the same icy calmness as before.

Command, as he called it, was sometimes contacted by various Skylords to take responsibility for their decisions insofar as the situation demanded it. It was an archaic protocol that never found any use anymore, and usually meant a vacated Skylord's position on the ship that tried to make use of the protocol.

"We should help. If their foreign, then that means their level of FTL is highly advanced given the rest of their technology. If their local, then the Conglomerate has found a potential trade partner. If that's the case..." Shaeldon interrupted him.

"Then we've done our job. Yes, I see what you're saying." For all his immaturity, Shaeldon always admired Johanson's pragmatism; not because he agreed with it necessarily, but because the officer was capable of it.

"I vote observe. This isn't our mess, and given the situation as described we may spark an international incident with just our being there." Marie said firmly, highlighting scenarios that projected a higher than average possibility for disaster.

"Heh, perhaps if we did anything aside from rendering assistance we would. But I have doubts that trying to help someone in need would spark anything other than a feeling of goodwill. And if it did, then its safe to say that those involved are unreasonable and deserving of their non-entity status." Johanson retorted with just a tinge of arrogance that became renowned in any social circle he found himself in: it had more than a few times earned him a punch him the face.

"Alright, enough debate. Marie is right, any sort of incident would not shine well on us. Nor would it do the crew of that damaged vessel any good either. But..." He said with that tone that indicated a final decision had been reached, "... I feel it is in everyones own best interests to act: for ourselves, the Conglomerate, and especially those trapped in that ship surrounded by groups of other hostile ships." Everything was silent.

TacOps and CommOps were initializing protocols that only saw use in the event of a battle. While the so-far quite SecOps and SciOps officers readied the defensive systems. All of this happening quicker than the metaphorical blink of an eye.

The Skylord wasn't used to making these sort of decisions without his second in command, whose absence was felt by everyone in both the physical and virtual worlds. The Commander had fallen ill and remained in medlab where the disease could be processed out of his; something that hadn't gone well so far. Though there was no choice but to continue on; there are no sick days in the military to rely on.

The CDF Wrathful felt its weaponry and armor revitalized. The reactor was now running at one-hundred percent possible power out-put, most of it going to the shields and weapons, though still a bulk went to the hyper-space engines.

Engines which coated the entirety of the Wrathful in violet energies that ebbed around every inch of the kilometer-long ships architecture; around the external sensor domes and dishes; around the bulbous laser lenses and turrets, the massive Arnounouth cannons; bulging missile pods, and phase arrays; to the exhaust vents and point-defense systems. The Wrathful was trapped in a benign vortex of chaos.

In an instant that verged on infinitesimal, the Wrathful warped only several light-seconds away from the conglomeration of warships centered around the damaged vessel. Exiting the hyperspace realm in a spectacular explosion of radio-waves and electromagnetic radiation that would more than alert the other powers present to its location. Stealth was not a concern.

This is Skylord Harrison Shaeldon of the CDF Wrathful, we have come to render assistance to the damaged vessel identified as the Imperial Empire Elrond Starship White-Phoenix, please do not impede efforts to that end.

The Skylord gave a mental glance to Johanson, who was ready at a moments notice to tear space asunder.

Captain Williams waited with baited breath as he hoped his ploy worked. If he had to fight, he would. The Imperium owned this system in its entirety and it would remain so. The tension reached its peak when the Ensign spoke up. "Sir, incoming message from the Battlestar."

A pause. Williams took a breath and prepared himself. He nodded and it was played over the speakers.

This is Commander Adriana of the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. We do not wish to start a war. We will set condition two, and order our gunners to put the safeties on. We wish to meet with you, since this is your space to discuss the current situation. If this is acceptable please state your terms for the meeting, and I will personally come to your vessel as a sign of good faith. Please acknowledge.

The Captain let out a breath. Good, at least they were not going to do anything. His reply was swift and courteous.

Greetings, Commander. We are satisfied with what you have done and we will gladly speak with you. Come aboard my ship, coordinates to a hangar bay are being sent with this message. All I ask is that you come peacefully and just have an open mind. If you wish to have guards, you may bring two. I look forward to meeting you. Captain Williams, out.

He turned to the crew. "Have Hangar Bay Three prepped with the proper escort and welcome, as well as Foreign Relations Room One. Lieutenant Sarjet, you are in charge while I am gone."

"Yes sir!" He left and began heading down the hangar, where the place was cleared and ten ODST's were standing in two solid lines, at attention, ready to welcome Adriana.

Sarjet got his first action as the man in charge. "Sir, detecting incoming ship from space-time disturbance." Moving quickly, he sat in the Captain's chair.

"Show me." The tactical map popped up showing the Conglomerate ship appearing from the electromagnetic storm.

"Sir, we are detecting high levels of energy, from its weapons and engines. It is armed and ready to fight."

Sarjet was about to speak when he was interrupted. "Sir, incoming transmission."

This is Skylord Harrison Shaeldon of the CDF Wrathful, we have come to render assistance to the damaged vessel identified as the Imperial Empire Elrond Starship White-Phoenix, please do not impede efforts to that end.

Sarjet took a breath and let it out, gathering himself. He opened the channel and spoke.

"This is Lieutenant Sarjet of the ITS Wrathful. If you wish to aid the ship, please feel free to do so. We are here to ensure no fighting occurs and this is done peacefully. I ask that you power down your weapons, or leave. We do not want any chance of a fight being cause, intended or not, in this system. Thank you. If you wish to open negotiations, we have offered for anyone to come aboard this ship to speak with us, if you choose to send a representative."

(OOC: We might want to wait for the OP to reply before we move any further; some threads find themselves dead because the OP is too overwhelmed by what's happened to come up with an adequate reply.)

OOC: Agreed

(((ooc: i edited my last post to include everything before it i'll wait for the op to reply before posting again))

Space, Milky Way Galaxy..... (Unknown to Crew)

It had now been an hour or so since the White-Phoenix had arrived in the unknown space and Captain Virtua was getting some what jumpy:

"Report?" asked a nervous Captain

"All Systems with the exception of Shields and Sensors are still offline. We are reading multiple ships within the area. All Alien. No Borg at this time. We are recieving multiple messages" replied the Commander.

"Play Them" ordered the Captain

Commander Victorn played the messages as the Command staff listerned once all the messages had played the Captain began:

"Are Comms online?" enquired the Capatain

"Yes Ma'am" replied the young Officer

"Hail All Ships and Put me Live on both visual and audio" ordered the Captain

Captain Virtua straightend up and stood infront of the viewing screen, at the same time the young Officer hit a few buttons before nodding to the Captain. Now being broadcast to the other ships both via Audio and Visual Channels Captain Virtua dressed in a red and black Captains uniform with her wand resting in her holster looked directly into Viewing screen and began speaking:

"I am Captain Roxanne Virtua of the Imperial Elrond Empire Starship White-Phoenix we come in peace. Please identify yourseleves? We mean you no harm. Where are we? Our last known position was the Elrond System we where in orbit around Elrond 4. We carried out a Warp Drive Test and jumped to Warp 3. Shortly after that we entered what we belive to be a Dimensional Wormhole and we arrived here. Where are we? We have suffered monumental damage most of our systems are offline. Please help us. What of the Borg? Have you defeated them?"

With that the Captain hit a button and the transmission was sent turning to her Second in Command she ordered:

"Repeat the Message. Continue Repairs"

Sarjet listened to the Kratnaian message.

"This is captain Genvik Korvatha of the Kratnan Imperial Navy to Captain Willams of the Imperium of Terra i greet you as one imperum to an other. the Kratnen empire aparently now neighbours yours and we do not wish hostilitys as such would most certainly end with the distruction of my vessle. so as we are greatly out numbers and out gunned we will maintain our current defencive status. we have dispatched a diplomatic envoy to the battlestar Pacifica to co-ordinate research into the energy signiture that brought us here. again i repeat we will maintain our defencive standings but will not attack unless provoked. cause i don't know about you but i wanna get out of here alive."

He sighed and replied. "Well, Captain, I am glad you show hostility, but your weapons are still powered up. Either power them down or do something to restrict their fire, or I will be forced to escort you out. If anyone tries to fire on you, we will retaliate and protect you. If you wish to have negotiations, you may come aboard my ship and join the negotiations between us the and Battlestar."

"I am Captain Roxanne Virtua of the Imperial Elrond Empire Starship White-Phoenix we come in peace. Please identify yourseleves? We mean you no harm. Where are we? Our last known position was the Elrond System we where in orbit around Elrond 4. We carried out a Warp Drive Test and jumped to Warp 3. Shortly after that we entered what we belive to be a Dimensional Wormhole and we arrived here. Where are we? We have suffered monumental damage most of our systems are offline. Please help us. What of the Borg? Have you defeated them?"

He replied to them as well. "I am Lieutenant Sarjet of the destoryer Wrathful, of the Imperium of Terra. You are in Imperial territory, the Gervandis System, the Milky Way Galaxy. Well, that wormhole must have caused you a lot of damage, as your ship looks beatup. We have no knowledge of the Elrond system or these Borg you mention. All ships in the area are aiding you in an effort to help. We are here to keep order, as this is our territory."

A small Mark II raptor emerged from the Port flight pod of the Columbia Class Battlestar. The small craft, with no missles placed on the outside of the ship, began to gracefully move throughout space. Although the ship was not as fast as the Vipers, the Raptor moved with considerable speed.

This is Raptor one, to the Telrosian vessel. We request permission to dock.

After the docking clearance had been given, the small vessel landed with the grace and nearly complete silence.

As the main door opened to the greating party, two seven foot tall robots emerged from the Raptor. They here huge, and obviously built for war. As they emerged from the raptor, their hands turned from the rail guns into huge razor sharp knives, for fingers. It's eye, a large pulsing red light was like looking into the eyes of a demon. These robots were built for one purpose to kill.

As they emerged they stood to the side. A woman with a blue uniform, about 5'6, emerged next. She stepped out carefully on to the deck. She had Eyes the color of a beach, and soft brown hair, that fell to shoulder length. She walked up to the greeting party, and gave a crisp salute.

My name is Commander Andriana. It is a pleasure to meet you, she says with the smile of an angel. I hope that we can resolve this situation peacefully, and establish a long lasting friendship.

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Meanwhile on the Pacifica:

Colonel Hunts was at his post. The CIC was abuzz with activity. The intellegence from these scans alone would be worth their weight in gold. Not too mention, if any new relations could be established, then it would be of a great boon to the Colonies.

Sir we are receiving a message from Captain Korvathak.

What the hell do they want now? Have they lowered their weapons?

It does not appear so.

"I hate aliens, he said. If it is not one thing then it is another. What do they want?"

They want to inform us that they are willing to send over a representitive.

"Well tell them the party is over. We are not hosting it, or what ever you wish. All I want to know is if they will be hostile."

Captain Korvathak, This is the Battlestar Pacifica. We regret to inform you that we are within the space of the Telros Empire. As such, the Telrosians have asked that the meeting be held on their ship. We have agreed in the interest of a peaceful outcome to their request. Please ask the Telrosian ship if you wish to attend their meeting. We have already sent over our representitives.

AS the Communications officer shut off the channel a new message was intercepted.

Sir, new message, from the damaged ship

"Put it on speakers"

I am Captain Roxanne Virtua of the Imperial Elrond Empire Starship White-Phoenix we come in peace. Please identify yourseleves? We mean you no harm. Where are we? Our last known position was the Elrond System we where in orbit around Elrond 4. We carried out a Warp Drive Test and jumped to Warp 3. Shortly after that we entered what we belive to be a Dimensional Wormhole and we arrived here. Where are we? We have suffered monumental damage most of our systems are offline. Please help us. What of the Borg? Have you defeated them?

Colonel Hunts, "Isn't that bloody interesting. I guess we should reply, he stated in a very aggitated tone."

This is Colonel Hunt, of the Battlestar Pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. You are currently in a system controlled by the Telrosian Empire. We desire to aid you to repair your ship and get underway as soon as possible. ALthough I have no clue about the Borg, nor do we have any data of them in our computers. What kind of assistance do you require? There is also a meeting being held on the Telrosian ship in the system. If you do not have adaquate means of transport for a representitive, we would like to offer our assitance in that endevour as well.

The CIC looked at Colonel Hunt in astounishment. They had never heard him be so civil before. For a split second they might have mistaken him for having compassion. Any hints of that, were soon destroyed as if by a nuclear warhead. Colonel Hunt looked around, after hanging up the com. "What are you maggots looking at, get back to work."

Colonel Hunt smiled, "If you do not put the fear of the gods into those under your command, then you are not doing your job", he thought to himself.

The soldiers did not turn or say anything at the sight of the robots. They had seen worse in the Covenant War, with the Flood and the Brutes. They remained at attention, their arms at their sides. Captain Williams stood, his arms behind his back. He had regulation short brown hair and fierce green eyes, which emanated a quick wit. When the Commander stepped out and saluted, he responded in kind.

"Indeed, Commander. I am Captain Williams, and I hope that we get something hammered out. If you will follow me..." He turned and began walking out the hangar. As they moved, the two lines of ODST's shifted, moving their hands to the foreheads, saluting the Commander and the Captain as they moved down the lines.

After a quick walk out of the hangar and through the halls, they came to a dark blue room, with a black table. Eight chairs were neatly set around the table and he waved them in. Two Marines guarded the doorway. "Please, sit down. If you wish to have any refreshments, I can provide them."

Space, Milky Way Galaxy, Gervandis System:

Besides being one hell of a Commanding Officer Captain Virtua was one hell of a Diplomat as noting that these new ships seemed to be Commanded by Humanoids Captain Virtua paced the bridge:

"Well isn't this interesting, multiple ships claiming this to be their Space. However we can be thankful that their is no Borg" spoke the Captain

"Indeed Ma'am". replied the Commander

Captain Roxanne Virtua again transmitted a second message:

"Its good to see some friendly faces. My ship is indeed of urgent repairs all I can request is engineering support. I must make clear that any attempt to take this ship will be met with swift retaliation. The Elrond System is the homeland of the Elrond people whom inturn occupy the Bagnall Galaxy. The Borg are a race of Cyborg Creatures whom attack and assimulate any and all people or ship adding them to their Collective People. My People are Immune to their Biological Attacks hence we are at war. Commanders we have no intention to invade, attack or spy upon you. All I want for my ship and my people is to return home. I am one for speaking in person may we meet abaord a ship I invite you all to the White Phoenix so that we may meet in person?"

Commander Adriana smiled. "These people seem friendly enough, she thought to herself."

"Would you happen to have any vodka tonics?" Commander Adriana asked. "It usually helps situations such as these. Tell me, what is the Telrosian Empire? We are new to alien species, and have yet to encounter any mention of yourselves. This is probably not surprising to you, she said, as I doubt highly that you know of the Colonies of Kobal."

She accepts the drink, assuming that it is given, and sits down at the table, very graciously.

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Transmission from the Pacifica to Captain Roxanne Virtua

This is the Battlestar Pacifica, to the ship under the command of Captain Roxanne Virtua. If we wished you harm, you would not exist. We do not desire to harm you in anyway. We will send over an engineering team to your ship, but please be advised, that since we do not use warp fields for our FTL, I do not know how much help we can be. We will however try to assist you. If you have any injured personnal, we can if you need it, provide medical attention. Please be advised that a engineering team will be sent over to your vessel on one hour.

Williams grinned. "Of course we do, thats all the ODST's drink around here. It's what made them crazy." He walked over to a section of the wall, and tapping a holographic symbol, caused the section to open, revealing several rows of drinks, just floating in place, held by small gravity rings. Taking a container, he sealed it up again by tapping the same symbol and returned to the table. Handing her the drink, he sat down and listened to her questions.

"Well, for one ma'am, its the Imperium of Terra, not the Telrosian Empire. And no, we have not heard of the Colonies you speak of. As for what we are, well, thats a long story." He handed over a chip, which detailed the history of the Imperium as well as the basic facts.

"We are a bit on edge as we are dealing with an invasion. Several allies have been found and we are containing the situation, but nonetheless, we are alert. Do you have any other questions?"

"At least they didn't shoot at us." Johanson said as heard the reply from Telros.

"At least. Though that doesn't make their response any less desirable." Shaeldon said with a grunt. While he could understand the rationale behind 'power down weapons to keep the peace' that didn't mean he accepted it.

"The damaged ship has broad casted yet another transmission." Marie said as her console chirped.

"Let's hear it."

Marie patched the transmission through the node, and within a nanosecond it had been played, replayed, and played again.

"Hmm, so they're alien to this part of our universe." Johanson said calmly.

"Yeah, doesn't change a thing except the profit potential curve that the Econ subroutines are monitoring." Shaeldon activated the CSTCS, and in an instant himself and the rest of his bridge crew were enveloped in a storming sea of pixels and wire-frame constructs.

The Conglomerate Strategic and Tactical Communications System was used whenever split-second decisions needed to be made faster than the human mind was capable of making and communicating. It connected to the various implants that augmented the officer's minds, and enhanced their capabilities.

"You have the response to Telros ready, Marie?" Shaeldon asked as he sat at the table that formed only a scant second before hand, or what passed for a scant second here.

"Yes, I just need to know what to say to Kratna and Elrond." CommOps said with anticipation.

"Indeed, the Kratnans seem friendly enough." Johanson said with a sardonic chuckle.

"Stow the sarcasm Johanson, now's not the time for it." Shaeldon growled with minor annoyance. "Tell the Kratnans nothing; only give them the same warning that we're here to help and any sort of action against that will result in... you'll figure out a good way to put it."

Johanson chuckled again, as did the usually quiet SciOps and SecOps officers.

"Tell Elrond that we'll render whatever assistance we can, and give them access to every star map they could ever want. Don't worry about identifying ourselves: that would just waste bandwidth, because they either trust us or they don't; there really isn't an inbetween."

By now everyone had taken a seat at the virtual table, tapping the non-existent surface and sucumbing to other habits that manifest in the physical world.

"What should I do about weapons and shields?" Johanson asked with a degree of seriousness that was rarely seen.

"Full power to shields. Leave the weapons as they are; any spike in their wattage might provoke a hostile response, one I can't say would be unjustified."

"Aye sir."

"It might be prudent to activate the ECM and ECCM arrays as well as the other jamming systems, just in case." SciOps Morgan Helfin said. He was a tall man, who always wore dark sunglasses that matched his jet-black hair. This was the first time he had said anything in a while.

"I agree. Pump some power to the capacitors and quietly activate the arrays. The more advanced generators will have to remain inactive, however; for obvious reasons."

"Who will we send over?" Johanson asked.

"Usually you'd have guessed right, John, but for right now we're not sending anyone. As much as I'd like to begin spreading the word of the Conglomerate across the galaxy with established powers, this falls out of my jurisdiction and also puts more work on us than I want right now." Shaeldon turned to Marie, "Turn them down, but be polite, and be sure to communicate that we're not closed to all talks, only those that impact national foreign policy."

"Aye sir."

The conference continued as events unfolded.

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Jamming systems, ECM, and ECCM came online, but one could barely tell: all of the power they used was stored in batteries deep within the armored confines of the ship, and said batteries didn't hold much to begin with. All one could really notice was that several modules on the Wrathful's hull had moved and a token amount of power emanated from them. Unless one was also familiar with the finer details of Conglomerate ship design, they'd also have no idea what they did no matter how deep they scanned.

Weapons also remained powered up, but no turrets moved; no missile bays opened: they were ready to go but were also currently without targets.

The shields themselves received a great boost in power, till the entire ship was slightly obscured by their cobalt blur. Only a devastating attack would be getting passed them.

The engines were also still firing, causing the Wrathful to orbit the Elrond ship at a two lightsecond radius at a significant fraction of C: maneuvering the ship at various intervals based upon complex algorithms based on data received from the battle systems, ensuring that no attack would be easy.

The communications array transmitted messages to all involved parties from deep within the Wrathful's hull:


TO: Telrosii Imperium
This is the CDF Wrathful, while we appreciate your offer to engage in negotiations, we must decline at this time. We require special authorization to engage in that level of diplomacy, and currently that has not yet been granted. We will keep you apprised of the situation as it develops.

On the issue of powering down our weapons: we must decline. Protocol does not allow us to shutdown any method of defending ourselves in this situation. However, currently no weapons have engaged active targeting against any vessel in this area. We hope you understand.

We also appreciate your choice in ship designations.

-Communication Operative Marie Ythen, message authorized by Skylord Harrison Shaeldon


TO: The Kratnans
This is the CDF Wrathful, while we understand your paranoia in this situation, we ask that you consider the repercussions of your actions as it pertains to peace. We desire only to help the damaged vessel and its crew, and cooperation, and as such we will do whatever is necessary to ensure we are not impeded.

-Communication Operative Marie Ythen, message authorized by Skylord Harrison Shaeldon


TO: The Elrond Imperium
This is the CDF Wrathful, if such is in our power, we are prepared to render whatever assistance is required. At this time we are prepared to send over a patrol-boat stocked with supplies and repair crew if you deign it prudent.

Attached within this message is also all data pertaining to this sector of space, and the universe as a whole. If any more information is required and is not currently classified, we will quickly provide it at your request.

Please respond when most apt.
-Communication Operative Marie Ythen, message authorized by Skylord Harrison Shaeldon

And then the bursts of energy from the communications array ended.

TO: Telrosii Imperium
This is the CDF Wrathful, while we appreciate your offer to engage in negotiations, we must decline at this time. We require special authorization to engage in that level of diplomacy, and currently that has not yet been granted. We will keep you apprised of the situation as it develops.

On the issue of powering down our weapons: we must decline. Protocol does not allow us to shutdown any method of defending ourselves in this situation. However, currently no weapons have engaged active targeting against any vessel in this area. We hope you understand.

We also appreciate your choice in ship designations.

-Communication Operative Marie Ythen, message authorized by Skylord Harrison Shaeldon

Sarjet swore. He didn't want to push them but he couldn't back down...Sighing, he settled on compromise.

"Very well. We understand. It was merely an offer in case you wanted to open dialogue. If you wish to come back later, when you have the authorization, just let us know and we would be glad to open relations.

As for the matter of the weapons....May we ask that you at least shut one of your weapon systems down? We have enforced the powering down rule but we understand your sentiments. If you could shut one down, we would appreciate it. We are grateful for no targeting, we just are worried that one of the other nations may jump the gun and we would rather keep this at a peaceful clip. I am sure you understand.

As for the designation, the reverse is also true. It seems great minds do indeed think alike."

On Board the Pacifica:

Colonel incoming alien vessel, bearing mark 48, 37, by 024. It is moving at exceptional speed and is increasing strength to it's shields. Sir it has moved into very close proximity to us.

Colonel Hunts watched the draidus screen, as the unknown ship moved very close to the colonial battlestar. His pupils dialated as his mind began to race though all the possibilities. Over the com, he had heard the reply to the disabled ship that they wished to aid them, yet their actions seemed to be counter productive to peaceful contact.

An increase in the shields, the refusal to power down their weapons, and the quick movements to the Colonial battlestar, could only mean one thing, they are about to attack.


"Go to condition one, launch the vipers and the raptors. I want this ship battle ready five minutes ago. If they so much as flinch in the wrong way, I want those bastards nuked back into the stoneage."

The crew in the CIC, stared at the Colonel. Some were scared, others felt the adrineline rush that often accompanies a pre battle. Out of the launch bays 200 mark VIII vipers and 60 mark II raptors launched out of the battlestar then vanished into the blackness of space. They just disappeared, as the new cloaking devices were engaged. The guns of the Battlestar came to life, moving out of the protective turrets. Although they were deployed, they still were not locked onto the newly percieved threat.

This is the Battlestar Pacifica to the CDF Wrathful. Why have you increased power to your shields, and moved into point blank range of this vessel. We do not wish a conflict, but at the moment, with your refusal to comply with the wishes of the Telrosians, we must anticipate your intentions are hostile. If they are not, please respond accordingly.

CAptain Korvatha couldn't beleave what he was hearingthey wanted him... the smallest vessal to disarm first. but it was either disarm or start a war he cursed the seven moons and thought for a moment. there had to be a middle ground somewhere.
"whats the status of the rest of the battle group"
"there holding position on our side of the border waiting for our comand" Lt Tavelik answerd
"well atleast somethings going right" he reasted his head in his hands for a moment and thought about what to do. "Open a channel to imperium of terra"
"channel open"
"captain williams we will agree to set our primary weapons systems to standby however out poit defence turents will remain active as will our sheilds we hope this is an aceptable compromise also we will be redirecting our envoy to your location"
"captain?" Lt Javishk the weapons oficer spoke up his tone questioning
"you got a problem soldier? i said to set all primary weapons to standby positions. so you can do as i said or be escorted to the nearest airlock! am i understould!"
"yes sir"
the captain slumped into his char this whols situation had him on edge being outnumberd 6 to one where not good odds especialy sence they where all more powerful the his vessal "open a channel the shuttle one"
"channel open"
"Comander new orders"
"whats going on captain? theres ships all over the place and our sencors arnt exactly hi-grade" Comander Kavnoc answerd. she knew things where getting tence and sitting in an unarmed shuttle was her idea of a good way to sit it out
"your to redirect to the Imperium vessal to co-odinate our eforts in the area and for an exchange of information"
"roger that commander Kavnoc out" she redirected her vessalto the terran vessal thankful for the fact that she knew it would be a low-grav vessal
"this is the Kratnan Impreial navy shuttle craft to the Imperum of terra requestion permision to dock as per co-operative efforts reguarding the White Phoenix"

Conference Room, IEESS White Phoenix, Space, Milky Way Galaxy,

The Command Staff aboard the White Phoenix had been called to an Emergancy Meeting by the Captain. She sat at the head of the table and listerned to the Repair Update:

"We have mangaed to get All Systems except Warp Drive and Impulse back online." reported Chief Engineer Tolarka

"We are now surrounded by Multiple Ships all of whom have offered Aid. Also Ma'am long range scanners are showing No Borg Vessels. Furthermore Ma'am we are some what less advanced in terms of Weaponary compared to the other ships" reported Commander Victorn

"We have caused quite a Stir" replied the Captain

She lent back into her chair thinking before she began giving orders:

"Once Repairs are complete our priority will be simple 1) Finding out what happened and 2) Returning Home. However before that is possible we need help. Accept any and all Aid and allow anybody aboard. Brief the crew and tell them to be on their guard. I think its time I met these people"

"Dismissed"

The Command Staff left the Conference Room and returned to the various parts of the ship. Captain Virtua returned to the bridge and yet again sent a message to all ships:

"My Friends. I accept any and all Aid aboard my ship. However I have a request? May I meet our rescuers come aboard your ships and what not?"

A small three raptors take off from the port flightpod of the Battlestar pacifica. With the battlestar being so very close in proximity to the White Pheonix, the trip was relatively short.

This is rescue fleet 21, to the White Pheonix, request permission to board.

(OOC: To save time I will assume the answer is yes and you will give them coordinates to your landing bays.)

As the three Raptors landed, an engineering team of 37 Colonials exited the vessel. They were all unarmed, and carried an array of diagonistic equiptment and spare parts. Although none of the crew had any idea how the mechanics of a warp field FTL worked, still they broght parts in the hopes that some of the equiptment that needed replacing was of a similiar dynamic to the Colonial FTL drive.

One of the Colonial Engineers walked up to the nearest person in charge.

Cheif Petty Officer Hanson, At your service. Where can we go to unload this equiptment and take a look at your engine perpulsion drives. he said trying to hide his excitement.

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On board the Pacifica

Colonel, the White Pheonix wishes to thank us for our assistance, and the Captain is requesting permission to come onboard, to meet us in person.

"Well another meet and greet", Colonel Hunts sighed. "Fine let them come onboard."

This is the Battlestar Pacifica to the White Pheonix. Permission is granted for your captain, and two aids to come onboard. Please be advised that you must come unarmed, as is required by all guests under colonial law. Our Commander is currently onboard the Telrosian vessel attempting diplomatic negotations. We understand if you desire to wait for our commander's return. However you are welcome to visit us sooner if you wish. Pacifica out.

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Commander Adriana, tastes the Vodka tonic. This is pretty good. I must say I am surprised that an alien race would invent vodka, but then again it is the nector of the gods, she said in a joking manner. If you ever get the clearance to know the location of the colonies, I would like to take you to a bar, on Aerolon. It makes it's own home brewed liquors. Joe's makes the best drinks in the galaxy.

She then continued. I do hope that you forgive us. We had no idea that this sector of space was occupied, or else we would have tried to set up a meeting long before today.

She took another sip, and smiled. Tell me, you appear to be human, are you in any chance related to the 13th colony of Kobal, Earth, or is your similarity to humans another strange coincidence?

Lieutenant Sarjet was relaxing in his chair, having managed to get the situation calmed down. He hoped the Captain would hurry up and finish the negotiations, so he could go back to his simple job at Navigations, and let him deal with all this.

Then, things went as bad as hell in a handbasket. "Sir, the Battlestar has begun to activate and deploy their weapons. They have not targeted anyone yet, but its only a matter of time, sir."

Another voice came from a station. "They have sent a message to the CDF Wrathful, intercepting now..."

The screen flared and the message from Colonel Hunt appeared.

This is the Battlestar Pacifica to the CDF Wrathful. Why have you increased power to your shields, and moved into point blank range of this vessel. We do not wish a conflict, but at the moment, with your refusal to comply with the wishes of the Telrosians, we must anticipate your intentions are hostile. If they are not, please respond accordingly.

Sarjet bit back a curse. Why did they have to ruin the peace the Captain and himself had worked so hard to put into place. "Alright, bring us about and set us on course four-five-two, and give me sixty percent power from the engines. We are going to intercept both ships."

"Yes sir."

The ship swung about and the engines flared even whiter, as they accelerated and began to head towards a point between the Battlestar Pacifica and the Wrathful. "Open a channel to the Pacifica"

"Opened, sir."

Battlestar Pacifica. We demand you back down and power down your weapons. You are in danger of violating the Imperium System Protection Act. If you do not back down, I will be forced to intervene with the authority given to me by Subsection B of that act. Back down and avoid conflict; hostilities shall not be tolerated in Imperium territory.

Sitting back, he let out an explosive sighed and closed his eyes. If this is what Captain's faced all the time, he didn't want to be promoted. "Sir, incoming message from the Kratnians..." His brow visibly twitched. If they were going to overreact and start causing trouble, he was going to snap...

"Show me."

"captain Williams we will agree to set our primary weapons systems to standby however out point defense turrets will remain active as will our shields we hope this is an acceptable compromise also we will be redirecting our envoy to your location"

Sarjet let out a relieved sigh. Good, they were being agreeable. "Captain Williams is currently in negotiations, I am Lieutenant Sarjet, temporarily in command. Thank you for powering down. Point defense systems will be fine. As for your envoy, we will be glad to take you aboard. If you have any other requests or questions, feel free to ask."

As the Kratnian shuttle craft changed its course to the ITS Wrathful, the same Hangar Bay used for Commander Adriana was used. Hangar Control received the message and crisply replied.

"Kratnian shuttle craft, this is Hangar Control. Follow the NAV point we are sending to you to the hangar bay we have prepared. An escort is waiting there to bring you to the meeting."

When the craft landed, it would be greeted by the same ten ODST's who were at attention, waiting for the passengers to disembark. This time the Sergeant of the ODST's, Sergeant Kofsky, stood ready to greet them.

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Williams smiled. "That would be nice, I look forward to it. Just enjoy the vodka while its cold." At her apology, he waved a hand. "We expected something like this, hence we passed laws to deal with such an event. Being the diplomatic meeting we are having right now. We understand your ignorance of us."

At the mention of Earth, he raised an eyebrow. "I don't know exactly what you are talking about. I AM human. And Earth we know of QUITE well, since the First, Second, and Third Battles of Earth were fought over and on it. Ravaged by war, aliens infestation, and being destroyed, it is a testament to human might and resilience." A holopicture appeared in the middle of the table, showing the Earth as it was now, with the ITDF moving over its skies and throughout the system.

"It's where we all came from."

Colonel, the Telrosian vessel is on an intercept course, between us and the alien vessel Wraithful

"What the frak is this, has the entire damn system gone insane."

Sir we are recieving a transmission from the Telrosian ship

Colonel Hunts, stared at the draidus screen. He felt the weight of the battlestar on his shoulders. He looked around at his crew, the lives that were at risk, the young men and women that were potentially in harms way. As much as he gave these nuggets a hard time, he did not wish for any of them to be injured or die.

"Put it on speakers" Colonel Hunt ordered.

Battlestar Pacifica. We demand you back down and power down your weapons. You are in danger of violating the Imperium System Protection Act. If you do not back down, I will be forced to intervene with the authority given to me by Subsection B of that act. Back down and avoid conflict; hostilities shall not be tolerated in Imperium territory.

"What the hell are their gods damn problem." Colonel Hunt yelled in anger. "These frakking bastards refuse to lower their weapons, increase their defenses, charge into us at point blank range, and we are getting the lecture. We are the only ones that have complied with their requests."

Colonel Hunt slammed his fist into the tactical table. As he did a sharp sense of pain flew through his body. Although it hurt, he did not flinch.

Minutes went by, as the nervous crew looked at their Colonel. "What was he going to do?" they thought to themselves. One yound petty officer thought to herself, "All I wanted to do was get a scholarship to college, I do not want to die, please Athena, aid us in giving Colonel Hunt the wisdom to do what is right."

A million possibilities ran through the Colonel's mind. He thought of the potential situation. His military mind ran through all of the possible scenerios, although it was likely the ship would survive, how many people would die in the process. His hand shook as he picked up the com system.

Telrosian Wraithful, this is Colonel Hunt XO of the Battlestar Pacifica. The alien vessel also known as the Wraitful has refused your order to power down it's weapon system, and increased it's defenses. Afterward it came on an immediate intercept course with this ship and with the White Pheonix. There is only one reason to refuse to power down your offensive weaponry, and to increase your defenses, and that is if you are planning to attack. So far we are the only vessel to comply with your stay your weapons request. I find it offensive that we are acting in self defense, and yet we are being yelled at like we are the cause of this. In the interest of diplomacy, we will stay our main cannons, and secondary cannons, but we will keep our flak cannons online. Be advised that if the other Wraithful attacks this vessel, you are to be held responsible for any deaths that occur. Pacifica out.

Colonel Hunt looks to the gunnery officer. "You heard me, stay the main and secondary cannons. We do not need to get into a war out here. Keep the Flak cannons ready though, if so much as a trashbag from that ship comes towards us, I want it blown to hell."

"Yes sir."

The main and secondary cannons, begin to role back into thier protective slips in the hull's armor. Hopefully they will not be needed.

As the Colonials had now arrived and where aboard the ship they must of had a shock as they viewed the ship. The lights that did work flickered red showing the ship being at Battlestations bits of metal lay on the floor and Doors sometimes failed to open. Either way the ship needed urgent repairs Liutenant Toral Dorris a Security Officer was to welcome the guest as a Colonial Officer appeared and spoke to him Dorris snapped to attention:

"Imperial Empire of Elrond Army Liutenant Toral Dorris Warlock 1st Class. Its a pleasure to meet you Chief Petty Officer Hanson. As you can see we are in urgent need your aid. My People will give you all the information you need and you can use the second Cargo Bay to store your equipment I must give you one bit of advice as you can see all of my people have wands do not in any circumstances touch these Wands."

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Bridge of the White-Phoenix:

"Ma'am we have a repy from Pacifica" reported the Commander

"Lets hear it" ordered Captain Virtua.

As the Birdge listerend to the message sent by the Pacifica Captain Virtua gripped her wand and then let go. After the message had finished:

"Send a reply and ill go alone."

"Ma'am" replied the Commander.

"Commander you have birdge" ordred the Captain

With that she left the birdge and made her way to the Transport Room although Elrond had Transporter Technology it was rarely used in favour of Self Apparation. Either way she decided it would be best to Conventionally Transport over to the Pacifica as the Captain transported herself to the Pacifica a message was sent a head.

Message to Pacifica:

"Captain Roxanne Virtua is on her way over. She is using conventional transportation she travels alone and is unarmed with the exception of her wand."

Aboard the Pacifica:

Captain Roxanne Virtua hated Conventional Transportation but as she metrialised she snapped to attention at the sight of the guards:

"Captain Roxanne Virtua Commander of the Imperial Empire of Elrond Starship White-Phoenix. Elrond Army Cheif Warlock 1st Class. I am unarmed with the exception of the Wand am I required to surrender it"

Chief Petty Officer Hanson could barely control his laughter. Wands, you mean like hokus pokus, wizard wands. You are joking correct? We will not touch them, he laughed. Then as he looked up at Liutenant Toral Dorris, he saw that he was serious. "I am sorry, he said, where we come from magic is nothing more than a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat at a 11 year old's birthday party."

"Let me see your schematics, of the affected areas of your ship. I will also require to know your power source, and if any of your parts are compatible with what we have available. A battlestar is a warship, and although we do have parts, our ship is not designed for rescue and repair.

As Hanson read over the reports, he walked over to the raptor.

Pacifica, this is Chief Petty Officer Hanson. Their ship is in serious need of repairs. I will need at least 100 more men from damage control, engineering and the flight deck to even begin the repairs.

Chief petty officer Hanson, turns to Liutenant Toral Dorris. It would appear that we may be able to help, but even if we get you underway, you will be in serious need of a dry dock to get back to optimal capacity. Hell it will probably take two weeks just to fixthe holes in your hull. After we convert our parts to make your engine work, you should have some FTL capabilities. Looking at your schematics, it would appear that it will take about three days.

Over the next hour, the raptors begin to transport more men to the White Pheonix to begin repairs.

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On board the Pacifica, Captain Virtua is greeted by Colonel Hunts, 24 marines, and eight Cylon centurions.

"Welcome onboard the Pacifica." Coonel Hunts replies. "Unfortunately you are required to surrender your wand or leave it onboard your shuttle, he replies. It is standard regulations. (I assume you will leave your wand in your ship)

Colonel Hunts holds his hand to the bulkhead door. If you will, please follow me to the conference room. We have refreshments available, as well as quite a feast. I assume you are hungry, as your ship's Gally is probably non operational.

As you head to the conference room, see massive spacious A shaped hallways. After walking about a quarter of a mile, two marine guards, dressed in black, wearing body armor, black helmets and rifles open the door to the conference room.

Colonel Hunts walks in. As you walk in, the room is huge, about 30 by 30 square. Along the walls are the flags of each of the twelve colonies of Kobal, and in the center is the flag of the colonial government. In the center of the room, there is several stacks of sandwiches, chips, hot dogs, hamburgers, and an assortment of other foods and condiments. At the end of the table, are several bottles of liquor, wine and beer.

"Would you care for anything captian?" Colonel Hunts asks

"Captain Williams is currently in negotiations, I am Lieutenant Sarjet, temporarily in command. Thank you for powering down. Point defense systems will be fine. As for your envoy, we will be glad to take you aboard. If you have any other requests or questions, feel free to ask."

Captain Korvatha visably relaxed he had managed to smoth things over with the Pacifica and the ITS Wrathful but the second Wrathful looked to be stirring up trouble atleast with the Primary guns on stand-by it would take a direct command from him to fire so no trigger happy gunner would be starting an intersteller conflict.
"Lt. Tavelik keep a close watch on all those transmisions i want to be kept informed on whats going on"

"Kratnian shuttle craft, this is Hangar Control. Follow the NAV point we are sending to you to the hangar bay we have prepared. An escort is waiting there to bring you to the meeting."

When the craft landed, it would be greeted by the same ten ODST's who were at attention, waiting for the passengers to disembark. This time the Sergeant of the ODST's, Sergeant Kofsky, stood ready to greet them.[/QUOTE]

"hanger control this is Shuttle craft one we are receaving your NAV point now. at present speed ETA is 5 mins" Commander Kavnoc ended her transmision and turned to her "crew" "Prep for low-grav imersion Condencers and mag boots" she quickly attached the condencer to its Spot hanging over her left shoulder and settled the breather over her nose.
she had just finished pulling on her mag boots the the console beeped anouncing there proximity to the ITS Wrathful she quickly resumed her position in the pilots seat and piloted the shuttle into the hanger bay and quickly scanned the enviroment before disembarking.

((ooc: a reminder on Kratnen physyology. Kratna is twice the mass of earth making the gravity twice that of earth the atmosphear is also denser because of this giving it a richer mix of chemicals and a couple exotic ones so while they can breathe the standerd O2 Co2 nitrogen mix it would be like breathing very thin air and they would eventualy suffer from asphyxia))

Comander Kavnoc steped off her shuttle stretching to her full hight of 6"1' wich was considerd short by most kratnen standards Leutenants Ravik and Vortin following close behind her the vantink guards forming up to either side of her once clear of the hatch. she saluted in the traditional kratnen manner of the flat palm in perpendicular to the center of the face fingertips pointing strait up "i am Comander Jenthais Kavnoc of the Kratnen Imperial Navy This is Lt. Ravik and Lt. Vortin we are here for diplomatint negotiations as well as to co-ordinate efforts concerning the white pheonix"

a lonse strike cruiser exits the immatriem

the brother captian of the imperius invictus snapped void sheilds up armm all weapons

After the fits of laughter from the Chief Petty Officer Hanson and his men died down Liutenant Toral Dorris mearly smiled drawing his wand he aimed it at a small peice of metal on the floor moving the wand in a small circular motion followed by a swift flick forwards towards the metal dorris muttered a word in a native tongue suddenly the metal began to float as if gravity failed to exsist around it the metal floated in the air dorris moved his wand and the peice of metal followed it as Hanson stared in disbelief Dorris flicked his wand again and the peice of metal fell to the floor. Dorris turned to him and smiled:

"Follow me to the Engine Room".

Aboard the Pacifica:

After surrendering her wand Captain Roxanne Virtua followed her hosts to the conference room she always felt somewhat naked without her wand but still she understood why she was denied the right to carry her wand. After entering the Conference Room she again snapped to attention in front of the Colonel:

"Captain Roxanne Virtua Commander of the Imperial Empire of Elrond Starship White-Phoenix. Elrond Army Cheif Warlock 1st Class."

Lowering her Salute she relaxed and began:

"It is an honour to meet you Sir. May I first thank you for coming to our aid. If their is anything we can do for you please feel free to ask me? May I ask whose space we are in with all the ships that have arrived I am somewhat confused?"

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Colonel Hunts looked at Captain Virtua. "It would appear that we are in the space known as The Imperium of Telros. We like you had no idea that we were in their space until only recently. They seem friendly enough, although their judgement of who is an aggressor is a bit off. Over all though, through our communications, they do appear to be friendly.

The other vessel known as the Wrathful however, we do not know if they are friendly or hostile. Their words make them appear friendly, yet their actions seem to be hostile, if not paranoid. We have not had much contact with that alien race.

THe New Kratna vessel, also seems to be a bit paranoid of other species, yet they are willing to negotiate. He walks over to a panel on the wall to show the captain the tactical situation. As you can see, pointing at all of the ships, there are quite a few ships around here, and a few fleets on long range draidus, waiting to come into the area.

For us, as well as you, this is a first contact with all of these aliens. If you desire I can give you star maps up to 20 light years away from our current location. Unfortuantly anything more than 20 light years is deemed classified in first contact situations. After all until we get authorization from the Quorium of Twelve, our total star maps can not be given. After all we do not know who will be aggressive and who will not. We can not allow our home planets to be attacked. Would you care for anything to eat or drink, Colonel Hunts offers the captain as he holds his hand out to the refreshment table.

As he sits down at the table, a marine walks into the room, with a piece of paper. Colonel Hunts looks at his guest. "Inform the Petty Officer that he may recieve the 100 extra men for repairs on the White Pheonix, and any parts that he needs. Tell him though that he needs to get that ship up and running as soon as possible."

"Yes Sir.

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On board the Telrosian Wrathful:

Commander Adriana takes another sip of her vodka tonic. Earth you say, so you are from the lost 13th colony. This is quite a find, but it would seem in our dealings that their are a lot of empires that strecth across the stars that are from the 13th colony. Please tell me, she asked politely, how did these battles of earth occur. What is it like on earth?

Just then Comander Kavnoc and his two aids entered the room. Commander Adriana looked quite shocked by their alien physical appearance, as she had never met a non human before... well or someone that humans had not created. She stood up, at attention, and while trying to hide her look of obvious surprise and disbelief, stated, "I am Commander Adraiana, of the Battlestar pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. On behalf of the Twelve Colonies, I would like to thank you for meeting with us."

"Not the reaction I expected." Shaeldon said with a grunt as the datastream was processed.

"Blow them out of the sky, damnit: Give me the order." Johanson said without a shed of the calm that permeated his demeanor earlier.

"You're crazy! We can't just let all weapons go free because some people are trigger happy!" Marie exclaimed, jumping into the excitement.

Shaeldon sighed deeply; another habitual action that was totally unnecessary in a realm where there was no actual oxygen. "There's no need to panic," he explained, "As you may have noticed: they haven't opened fire, yet. Certainly we need to be alarmed; their rationale isn't what I'd call sound, but that doesn't mean we jump the gun and start turning things into ash."

Johanson was visibly displeased with his Skylord's reaction, but made no protest.

"Then what do we do exactly?" Marie asked.

Shaeldon highlighted the Telrosii ship on the battlemap; a spherical storm of black and gold that came together in some areas to form solid shapes representing the regions tactical geography over an emerald grid. "It's been about twenty nanoseconds since the Battlestar made its move. Which means that unless the Telrosii have the same technology for high-speed communication as we have, they haven't had a chance to react either way."

"And?" Johanson said with some of his anger returning.

"And, we know they want to keep the peace: that's why they allow us to even be here in the first place instead of trying to blast us out of the universe. They even compromised with us on weapons, meaning that we can be reasonably certain their interests are altruistic." The Skylord said with a constant calmness.

"Hippies in warships, what a joke." Johanson sneered.

"Anyway. They will do one of three things, One: they kill the battlestar, Two: they kill both us and the battlestar, or Three: they attempt to intercept the battlestar as a last ditch effort to keep the peace. Given what we already know, the third option is the most likely."

"You forget the forth option," Johanson butted said, "They sit on their asses and let us fry."

"Calm down." Shaeldon said firmly, starring Johanson down with eyes as cold as winter. "The Telrosii haven't invested all this time and effort into making things peaceful to let it all go to shit."

Johanson knew when he had lost, and now was one of those times. He sat back and let out a deep breath, withdrawing almost completely from the conversation. He didn't like passivity.

"Then what will we do?" Marie asked in her usual placid tone.

"First, we need to reply to the Telrosii explaining what systems we're going to power down as a gesture of goodwill." Shaeldon didn't bother looking at Johanson, who winced at the notion. "Second, we need to put some distance between use and the battlestar, while also maneuvering to retaliate if it does come to that. Otherwise, we will continue as normal with the repair operations so the Elrond can get out of here, while also taking one of our calling cards with them, of course."

"Alright, message ready."

"ECM and ECCM systems ready to go, with power increased across the grid. Also countermeasures against the strike-craft are now ready whenever they drop their distortion field." Heflin said in flat monotone.

"Alright, as long as we're prepared for the worst without having a hand in starting any of it, this will all just blow over." The Skylord peered into the miasma of color at the center of the table, his vision focused on the approaching battlestar.

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Within a second of the battlestar's actions, the Wrathful slowly changed course, one that put distance between it and any other ship in the region: including the battlestar. It twisted along its axis, bringing a majority of its weapons to bear upon the new hostile, though it did not appear blatant.

Another patrol-boat was launched; heading in the general direction of the Elrond ship, though in its wake it left behind an ever-expanding cloud of black-body dust particles and small drones that always kept themselves between the Wrathful and the Pacifica.

(OOC: Unless you say otherwise, I assume my patrol boat is there already.)

The other patrol-boat docked with the Elrond ship, and its crew of engineers and diagnostics equipment disembarked.

Another flurry of messages were shot out from the Wrathful's arrays:

TO: Telrosii

After much consideration, we have decided to accept your compromise. Maser batteries and Solipsism warheads have been deactivated. However, please note that this will only be the case as long as the Pacifica immediately breaks off its attack vector and the deployed strike-craft are recalled. If these conditions are not met soon, then we will be forced to take appropriate action.

Power-sinks and batteries alike shut down in the maser offensive array and Solipsisms launch bays. Even power from the primary reactor was cut from the area, though ll remained on standby in case worse came to worse.


TO: Battlestar Pacifica

We're not attacking you, nor are we on an approach vector. Our negotiations with the Telrosii are proceeding smoothly in regards to our offensive systems.

(OOC: I know this has all been resolved; but I still have to respond. Sorry about the delay.)

Just then Comander Kavnoc and his two aids entered the room. Commander Adriana looked quite shocked by their alien physical appearance, as she had never met a non human before... well or someone that humans had not created. She stood up, at attention, and while trying to hide her look of obvious surprise and disbelief, stated, "I am Commander Adraiana, of the Battlestar pacifica, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. On behalf of the Twelve Colonies, I would like to thank you for meeting with us."

Humans Commander Kavnoc thought to herself always thinking there the peak of evolution these wern't the first humans she had met but Commander Adriana looked uniquely suprised to see her. She walked over to the pacificas comander her mag boots thudding heavly on the floor and stopped roughly a meter infront of her.
Jenthais just wanted to sneer her contempt at the human commander. she should be honourd just to be in her presence. commander Kavnoc quickly checked her inital feelings being outnumberd and out gunned on an alien vessal was not a good place to be beligerent.
"We are pleased to be welcomed to thes negotiations the empire is always willing to meet new civilizations" and sumjegate them she didn't add.
The empire wasn't content to idly sit behind its own borders and was constantly expanding outwards enveloping systems and planets and where there was suficient resistance couquering them but so far the Imperum of terra looked to be the first to be able to offer sufficent resistance to make diplomacy worth percuing

Aboard the USS Avenger


Captain Lance Vargada was sitting in his command chair looking at his data screen reading emails from the Admiral himself.

"Sir" yelled an Ensign from her Radar

"What is it" replied Captain Vargada

"Sir i'm picking up multiple ships on the radar"

"who are they?"

"One is a Elrond Navy Ship"


"Commander!!!"

"A man with blond hair and dark black eyes came to attention infront of the Captain and they exchanged salutes"

"What is it Sir" asked the Commander

Get your best men and take a landing shuttle to that Elrond Navy ship and make contact with them I don't want any trouble"

"Yes Sir"

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The Landing Shuttle took off with a squad of Veteran Space Marines and the Commander..they were in their best uniform

"Commander? We have come in contact with the Elrond Ship and there asking for our clearance code..what should I tell them sir?" asked the co-pilot

"Tell here we are wishing to speak to the Captain of the ship and that we come with no intentions of violence but for diplomacy" said the Commander like it was obvious

“Sir, incoming message from the Battlestar.” Sarjet nodded. They better be willing to power down or, peace or no peace, he was firing on them in the name of the Imperium.

“Show me.”

Telrosian Wraithful, this is Colonel Hunt XO of the Battlestar Pacifica. The alien vessel also known as the Wrathful has refused your order to power down it's weapon system, and increased it's defenses. Afterward it came on an immediate intercept course with this ship and with the White Pheonix. There is only one reason to refuse to power down your offensive weaponry, and to increase your defenses, and that is if you are planning to attack. So far we are the only vessel to comply with your stay your weapons request. I find it offensive that we are acting in self defense, and yet we are being yelled at like we are the cause of this. In the interest of diplomacy, we will stay our main cannons, and secondary cannons, but we will keep our flak cannons online. Be advised that if the other Wraithful attacks this vessel, you are to be held responsible for any deaths that occur. Pacifica out.

Sarjet hands clenched and he decided to not mince words.

Colonel Hunt, I am not so sure if you know, but there is a thing called diplomacy. And in that, not everyone gets treated the same. You powered down weapons as we asked, which was good. The CDF Wrathful has protocols that require it to have some weaponry. So, no, it does not always mean to attack, unless you are paranoid and aggressive, both qualities you have shown. After some negotiation on our part, they have agreed to limit it to one weapons system. If you wish to keep the flak cannons online, very well. However, it is up to YOU whether or not to make the choice of attacking, so any deaths are on your shoulders, not mine. Everything was peaceful until you chose to get aggressive, forcing us to contain the situation. I recommend that you rethink your tactics and understand that not everyone is out to kill you.

Oh and, if you pull this stunt again, there WILL be consequences. I do hope we understand one another. Wrathful out.

The crew stared at him, shocked, as well with new respect. Sarjet did not care if they took offense; they fucked up and he let them know. If they wanted to pull this shit again, they would be getting more than a verbal warning. He was tempted to power up weapons, but chose not to, since that would only to intensify the situation.”Sir, they are pulling back their main and secondary weapons.”

He nodded. “Good, their commander isn't a total idiot.” The bridge was surprised but they soon saw the anger in his eyes and realized he was pissed at the near destruction of the peace, which had now became so fragile, a hostile cough would cause a skirmish. “Go to Code Yellow and track them with sensors. I don't care if they notice, all the more to show them that if they act up, we will know.”


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Kratnian Shuttle

"hanger control this is Shuttle craft one we are receaving your NAV point now. at present speed ETA is 5 mins"

“Roger, Shuttle Craft one, we see you and are preparing for your approach. Hangar Control out.”

They waited as the ship landed and the ODST's straightened, preparing for the arrival. When they stepped out, rising to their full height, Krosky was unfazed, as he had seen Covenant Elites and Hunters before, and they were massive. Compared to them, these guys were tin soldiers.

"i am Comander Jenthais Kavnoc of the Kratnen Imperial Navy This is Lt. Ravik and Lt. Vortin we are here for diplomatint negotiations as well as to co-ordinate efforts concerning the white pheonix"

“Atten-SHUN! Officer on deck!” All the ODST's saluted and the Sergeant saluted. “Good to meet you. I am Sergeant Krosky, I will be escorting you to the meeting. If you will follow me....” Turning, he headed down the same way that Adriana went and soon came to the door, opening it and ushering them in.

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In the meeting room....

Captain Williams glanced up at the ceiling as he thought, his brow furrowed. “They occurred because we were in a war against a religious nation that was made up of several alien races that saw fit to declare us unclean to their Gods and tried to kill us. They damn near succeeded. Throw in a combination fo a parasite that quickly overran any installation or outpost they attacked and a massive superweapon that could kill all life in the galaxy, and you have our war. The battles on Earth were vicious and many lives were lost. Only through luck and human determination did we win the day.” He leaned back.

“As for what it is like on Earth...Busy.Busy.Busy. It's always busy. Being the capital of the Imperium as well as housing the Emperor and the Senate, it is a vital place. It can be quiet but its mostly busy.” Upon seeing the aliens, he nodded. “Please, have a seat. We were just talking.” Getting up, he held out his hand. “I am Captain Williams of the Imperium of Terra. Nice to meet you all.” He waved them to their seats and was about to go sit back down when the holopanel on the wall activated.

“Sir, I need to speak with you.” Williams narrowed his eyes. Sarjet looked harried and very angry. Something was up. Walking up, he turned down the sound and waved for him to begin. The report was short but terse. The Captain's eyes flashed in anger. “You did well, Sarjet. Hold in my position, you are doing fine. If you need to, call me and I will speak. As for the 'problem', I will speak to the Commander about it.”

A sigh of relief from the other side. “Thank you sir. We are remaining in between the battlestar and the CDF ship until further noticed.

“Understood, Captain Williams out.” Turning off the hologram, he turned back to Adriana. “Ma'am, I am going to be brief. Whatever kind of nutjob you put into command of your ship has lost his senses. He activated the battlestars weapons systems, and while he didn't lock onto the CDF ship, he was moving on a hostile vector. My second in command was forced to physically move the ship to intervene. I suggest if you don't want more action taken, you call your second in command and rein him in.” His eyes turned deadly.

“If he breaks the peace, I will have no choice but to disable your ship to ensure no fighting goes on.”

He paused as the Kratnians spoke "We are pleased to be welcomed to thes negotiations the empire is always willing to meet new civilizations" Turning, he bowed.

“I welcome you to our negotiations. If you have any concerns of any kind, please bring them up.”



Sarjet nodded and cut off the link, sighing to himself. “Bloody paranoid idiots....I signed up to have peaceful missions, not a heart attack...” He hoped the situation would resolve soon. In the meantime, the destroyer stayed in between the CDF ship and the Battlestar, ensuring any shots would have to be fired at it, and that would cause all hell to break loose.

“Sir, the CDF Wrathful is moving.” He turned, face pale.

“Where?”

“Away, it seems sir. From the battlestar. It has its weapons bearing on the battlestar, but it is putting distance. It has also launched a boat towards the Elrond.”

”Help for the ship we all came to aid...” Sarjet thought.

“Sir, incoming message from the CDF ship.”

“Put it through.”

After much consideration, we have decided to accept your compromise. Maser batteries and Solipsism warheads have been deactivated. However, please note that this will only be the case as long as the Pacifica immediately breaks off its attack vector and the deployed strike-craft are recalled. If these conditions are not met soon, then we will be forced to take appropriate action.

His reply came shortly after.

Understood, Wrathful. I apologize for the situation and promise that no more hostile moves will be allowed. We thank you for deactivating your systems and we will make sure that the Pacifica recalls its fighters and its attack vector. If it does not, please, let us handle it. I understand you want to take action, but this is our system and therefore, it is our duty to do so. Our ship will remain between the battlestar and yours for the remainder of the time here, until things are worked out. Is that alright for you?[quote]

Another message was sent to the Pacifica

[quote]Alright, they will relax if you call back your strikecraft and break off your vector. I HIGHLY advise you do so, unless you want a taste of Imperium justice.

Another voice distracted him. “Sir, we detect an unknown ship on long range scans, they have launched a craft towards the Elrondian ship?”

His mouth dried up. “Hostile?”

The man shook his head. “No sir, it appears to be a diplomatic party of sorts.” Sarjet nodded.

“Open a channel to the ship.”

“Aye sir.”

Unknown ship, this is the ITS Wrathful, you are in Imperial space. Identify yourselves or turn around. Any and all hostile actions will be responded to swiftly.

OOC: I won't be here tomorrow or Saturday. Wedding. Just letting you know.

OOC: The Battlestar never changed it's vector. Althought it was aggressive with it's main batteries and the launching of the attack fighters, it stayed on it's parrellel course with the White Pheonix.

Commander Adriana sighed when she heard how the peace was almost broken.

"Captain Williams, I would like to apologize for my XO's behavior. He is a good man, and a good officer, but he lacks many things when it comes to diplomacy. With your permission I would like to talk to my vessel. Again, I am deeply sorry. The Pacifica is my ship, and it's actions are my responsibility. I do hope that you will not hold this one incident against us." She states with a sorrowful tone to her voice.

As Captain Williams activated the com to the Pacifica:

Battlestar Pacifica, this is Commander Adriana. I am not sure what caused you to act in such a manner that almost started a full out war, but I assure you upon my return their will be a review and possible disiplinary action. You are ordered to stand down and recall all vipers and raptors that were launched prior to the near offensive incident. You are also ordered to stand down all weapons. If you fear an attack, let the Telrosian's handle it, even if someone fires upon the Pacifica.

Commander Adriana never thought she would give an order that would allow her vessel to be attacked, but if worse came to worse, she knew the Pacifica would just jump away. Her ship would survive, but she also knew that the gains of this action far out weigh the possible losses.

Commander Adriana looked at Captain Williams after shutting off the com. Please understand, that the history of our people has been sown with betrayal. The very robots that we built our first A.I.'s attempted to destroy us in not one but two wars. They tried to wipe our our very existance in a genocidal war, in which we barely won. We have also had several hostile first contacts done against us. When we first found alien life outside our own solar system, the Solarian League attacked our first contact vessel and destroyed it. The vessel was an unarmed scouting raptor. Although this contact made way for the Coredian allies that we hold in such high esteeme, as well as the end of the second cylon war, and the reintergration of the cylons into colonial society, the sting of the hostile aliens in this universe has never left.


Commander Adriana, rubbed het throat for a second then slowly reached for her drink. After kicking back the rest of the Vodka Tonic, she continued.

In a second first contact situation, the Galactic Empire without notice and warning attacked and destroyed the Battlestar Orion, when it was on a scouting mission in the Asfaltum Sector. Although the battlestar was able to destroy one Star Destroyer, and cripple a second, it was still destroyed. Several of our pilots were taken captive, and this incident nearly lead us to an all out war.

I hope you can understand my XO's position, and his fear that one of these aliens might follow suite with previous "Contact" missions. I am not trying to excuse his behavior, I am only saying this in hopes that you will understand and forgive them."

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The CIC smiled when they heard the voice of their commander. Although Colonel Hunts was now talking with the Captain of the White Pheonix, her voice of reason sounded as good as ever.

This is the Pacifica, to Blue and Red squadrons. Come on home, we repeat come on home.

As the order was given the 200 newly launched vipers and 60 raptors launched during the incident uncloaked and began to land in the flight pods on the Pacifica. The flak cannons began to reroll inside it's protective hull. The commander's orders were heard and acknowledged. The Pacifica continues her parrellel course 1600 meters off the White Pheonix's port.

the strike cruiser locked on to the telros ship
the brother captian snaped aceelerate to com bat speed and launch the thunderhawks

Bridge of the White-Phoenix:

"Commander Sir a ship has gone to High Speed and has fired some sort of Weaponary" reported Tactical Officer James Theen

"Red Alert" barked the Commander

The Commander pressed a few buttons on his console putting his voice on the PA throughout the Ship:

"All Hands Alien Ship has fired at a second Alien Ship. All Hands Battlestations Divert all Power to the Shields Engineering we could really use Thrusters and Impulse"

OOC: Sorry for the shortness of posts I am alittle busy in RL and all hell is breaking loose within my MT nation

ooc vetaka ive launched fighers and get on msn

OOC: forgive me for the OOC comment, but Sephrioth can you please in your posts, use detail and descriptions that at least equal a paragraph. One sentence posts make it harder for anyone to respond to you and to get an accurate picture of what you are doing. If you do this, then I would love to play with you. However I can not roleplay a story with you if you continue to post in single sentences and event that at a minimum should span several paragraphs.

((ooc: sepheroth i must sadly agree with my felow poster. as much as i would love to pit the imperial navy against the might of the space marines when posts consist of "me shoot guns. I take dammage. me shoot more. i blow up" it takes away from the experence. so there for untill suchtime as your posts have a more substantual content i will be ignoring them and as such your actions and there reactions will not be potraied in my post. my apologies for length and harsh words))

“I welcome you to our negotiations. If you have any concerns of any kind, please bring them up.”

Commander Kavnok returned the bow and selected a seat directly across from the Pacifica's comander. peacefull negotations wern't standard training at the Imperial acadamy since throughout the empires history most negotiations where done at the point of a Laser rifle.
"if you could please fill me in on the situation i've been out of contact in my shuttle. an overview would be apreceated"

the commander listend as Commander Adriana adressed the battle star and her account of prevous contacts and inwardly smiled respecting the shoot first ask questions later additude

"so much for 'keeping the peace'" she wisperd to her aids then adressing the captain "i'm conserned for safty of my ship as we are decidedly the smallest vessal in the area at less than a 100 meters long we would be at a distinct dissadvantage should a situation arise" she realized she was no where near polite but as an officer in the inperial navy the protection of the empire was her first concern her own life was a secondary mater




OOC: I won't be here tomorrow or Saturday. Wedding. Just letting you know.
((ooc: if its yours congrats if not good luck ;) ))

Commander Adriana looked at Commander Kavnok in the "eye". "You do not need to fear an attack by my ship, she replied. It will follow my orders without question. As I have already stated, the Pacifica will not take any hostile actions, instead leaving our defense to our gracous Telrosian hosts. Commander Adriana sighs, and thinks to herself, "This is not going as well as it could, but at least we are all still talking.

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Onboard the White Pheonix, the repairs were going as smoothly as possible. A number of the parts that the Colonial engineers had brought over were indeed compatible, however the biggest delay was the complete lack of understanding of this foreign type of purpulsion system. Dispite this setback, things were progressing faster than was preciouly predicted.

OOC: So sorry for the short reply.

Commander Adriana looked at Commander Kavnok in the "eye". "You do not need to fear an attack by my ship, she replied. It will follow my orders without question. As I have already stated, the Pacifica will not take any hostile actions, instead leaving our defense to our gracous Telrosian hosts. Commander Adriana sighs, and thinks to herself, "This is not going as well as it could, but at least we are all still talking.

"i did not meen to imply that you would be the first to fire. infact youve shown remarkable restraint" Comander Kavnoc replied its the other ships that have me worried because as i stated we are at the dissatvantage here and i mist look out for the well being of my ship"
it wasnt a hollow complement she had given either if she was in command of a vessal of that size the situation would prpbably be going very difrently at this point kratnens being as agressive and beligerent as they where the sector would probably have been blasted to the eighth and beyond

((ooc: eye is apropriate while kratnens are distinctly alien there are still humanoid and on another note the eighth is Kratnen hell also an unlucky number if you wanna set a kratnen on edge eight of anything will do it))

Williams nodded. "Apology logged and accepted. You may call your ship." He tapped a key at his suite and the channel was open for her. He listened to her call off her ships and received a report that her weapons had been retracted and the squadrons brought back. "Good, now let us continue, shall we?" He listened to her mentioning of the incidents that made them jumpy and he gave her a look. "Ma'am, with all due respect, my nation survived a goddamn extinction by an alien race as well the possibility of an extremely viral parasite consuming us and the entire galaxy. I would say we should be more paranoid but we ain't. I can understand it from the events but you still shouldn't do that. However, your XO made the decision, not you. And, since nothing major happened and this was a first case, I will forgive your second-in-command"

Glancing at hearing the Kratnian talk, he shrugged. "Her second-in-command got jumpy when the CDF Wrathful did not shut down all of her weapons and increased power to shields, which was done since they were nervous from all the tension in the air between our factions. They activated their weapons and launched cloaked fighters, and we intervened. The Commander here called them off and I have reassured and made a deal with the other ship, so both sides are happy." He blinked when he heard the worried question from the Kratnian Commander.

"Ah, I see. Well, as Commander Adriana here has said, all ships in this sector are under my protection. Any and all hostile moves will be stopped and we WILL keep the peace. If someone tries to fire on you, we will fire on them. 'Course, we will aim to disable at first, but if forced, we will fire to destroy. I hope that clears everything up."

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"Sir, we are detecting an ship in range of our sensors." Sarjet rubbed his eyes.

"What is it?"

The woman at Sensors looked up. "It's a Sephirothian Battle Cruiser. They have locked onto us, and have launched their fighters, and are accelerating on a combat vector. Orders, sir?"

The Lieutenant sighed. "Open a channel."

In what was becoming routine, the Communications officer did so. "Done, sir."

Sephirothian ship, this is Lieutenant Sarjet of the ITS Wrathful You are in Imperial space and are under Imperial law. You are to hereby power down, retract fighters or face the wrath of this destroyer. We will not allow anyone to disrupt the peace in this sector.

Glancing at hearing the Kratnian talk, he shrugged. "Her second-in-command got jumpy when the CDF Wrathful did not shut down all of her weapons and increased power to shields, which was done since they were nervous from all the tension in the air between our factions. They activated their weapons and launched cloaked fighters, and we intervened. The Commander here called them off and I have reassured and made a deal with the other ship, so both sides are happy." He blinked when he heard the worried question from the Kratnian Commander.

"Ah, I see. Well, as Commander Adriana here has said, all ships in this sector are under my protection. Any and all hostile moves will be stopped and we WILL keep the peace. If someone tries to fire on you, we will fire on them. 'Course, we will aim to disable at first, but if forced, we will fire to destroy. I hope that clears everything up."

happy not bloody likely she thoughT to her self then wispered to her aids "happy would be the protection of the "kratna's hammer and her atendant carrier groups... then i would be happy" the leutenants nodded there agrement. she'd stormof the ship right now if the posability of an entire dimention waiting to be put under the domination of the kratnen empire wasn't as tempting as it was but they needed more information about what brought the white pheonix here first then hopefully the research councel could figure it out but it looked like she'd have to cement relations with the terran empire first. invasion was the preferd method but the efore and the cost would be to great from what she had seen of this vessal they would be hard pressed to cary out a sucesful invasion so she would try diplomacy but first to the matter of the white pheonix.
"so what can you tell me about the white pheonix? we know it came through some kind of dimentional rift but thats about the extent of my knolage on the mater that and its name. any more information would be apreciated. also information on your borders in this regon of space would be use full to avoid future misunderstandings" and to plan where to but the defence outpost's the last part was said to herself her acadamy trained mind sill lookig out for the empires best intrests as well as furthering there expantionist regime.

Commander Adriana looked at all of the delegations that were attending the meeting.

How about this, she replied, right now the Pacifica has on the White Pheonix several damage control teams as well as engineering crews. They were sent over to restore the function of their downed systems, as well as to make sure that nothing of critical importance was going to be endanger of blowing up. In order to help restore the White Pheonix, as well as work out the distrust that all of us have towards each other, why don't we work together on the situation.

This way the White Pheonix will be able to be repaired much quicker, and with all of our unique technologies and backgrounds we can all obtain a greater understanding of the White Pheonix's technologies. After the White Pheonix has been repaired to a sutable spaceworthy state, we can all dicuss and exchange the information gathered. This way we can not only gain in an understanding of their technology, but also perhaps we can find out how they came to this sector of space.

This is the best alternative that I can see, other than our current nervousness, and the high tensions of the situation. After all the reason we are all here, is not only to dicuss the situation of the White Pheonix, but to discover the intentions of those currently occupying or visiting this region of space.

sire coms from the xenos said the tech adept the space maeines battle implants surged pumping him wirh powerfull combat drugs

the space marine snaped open a return thier coms aye sire I am brother captian dante of the ultramrines attached to the dathwatch and the commander of the imperious invictus if you wish for a war so be it coms off.

Williams sat there, listening to the Commander speak her mind and offer a plan. It was a pretty good one, and one that would work. However, he needed to add a key part. "That is a very good idea, Commander. But, my resources, due to the limitations I have being a single destroyer, will be focused on maintaining the peace, and if need be, disabling and/or destroying any hostiles. I offer this ships as the focal point for the meetings you offer, however." When Kavnok spoke, he turned, listening and raising an eyebrow at the comment about borders. "They seem intent on getting our border info...hmmm....."

Clasping his hands together, he replied. "I know little, as I have been busy negotiating and preventing galactic war. Commander Adriana here and her forces would know more than I. As for the information on our borders, I am restricted by Military Order 2A to never reveal any information concerning the Imperial military in any way. Any requests will have to go through HIGHCOM. I apologize, but those are the rules."

A shudder ran through the room, as if the ship had moved violently. The Captain gripped his chair. "What the...?"

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Sarjet received the message and hardened his eyes. Well, the Captain had ordered him to do what he felt was necessary if a situation came up and so he did. "Bring us about to course two-eight-eleven-three, and power up all weapon systems. Prepare the Longsword squadrons for deployment. Bring us to a Code Yellow."

The bridge crew were dumbfounded, they knew the Lieutenant as being laidback and slightly lazy. This new, hardworking him was something they didn't expect. "Well, get to it!"

"Y-Yes sir!" They jumped and sent out the orders. The weapons powered up and the destroyer shifted, and its engines moved it in between the various foreign ships and the Sephirothian strike cruiser. The cruiser would find itself targeted as the Wrathful's weapons powered up. A message was sent to the Strike Cruiser and the other ships simultaneously.

To all alien ships, do not be alarmed. We are dealing with the intruder now. We ask you remain calm and do not activate weapons systems. You may move to better vectors, as well as power up your shields and point defense systems. But until we say do not, I repeat, DO NOT activate your weapons systems unless you are directly attacked. Thank you.

Brother Captain Dante, on behalf of the Imperium of Terra and the UNSC alliance, I command you to back down or face the wrath of this destroyer. Inside the Imperium's borders, Imperial rule is sacred and it shall not be broken. Your actions have come very close to breaking them and unless you want a response from the Imperium as well as complaints lodged with the alliance, I would advise powering down and backing off. I will not warn you again. If you fire, expect to feel the full might of this destroyer.

ooc dante knows not of the imperiums commitment to the unsc hes beein on deep space patrol and has not beiin in touch with the legoin for many years

sire said the tech adapt yes dante snaped i sugest you contact home to find out the status of the imperium coms back to our telrosian brethren only because you are terren will i obey your wishes deheat the weapons keep thunderhawks scramblemed and voidshields raised

Commander Adriana smiled, as her idea was accepted by the Telrosian Captain. She took a sip of her cool drink. It had never tasted better, the situation between most of the alien factions being disarmed, and the fact that the Telrosians at least were willing to accept her idea, comforted her.

"I am glad that we can all reach an acceptable middle ground." Commander Adriana stated, with a humble tone to her voice. Now all that was needed was for Kavnok and her aids to agree, and we can begin the process of forging ahead, not just for the benefit of the White Pheonix, but also for the colonies, and possibly for the perspective cultures and societies assembled.

Suddenly as the Wrathful began to change it's course very quickly, Commander Adriana was thrown out of her chair, and across the room. As if the sudden jerking motion was not disconcerning enough, the sudden stop against the wall added the insult to injury. Her entire left side of her body ached. She stood up, sounding rather pissed off, "What is going on here?"

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On Board the Battlestar Pacifica:

New Draidus contact, bearing 124, Mark 078, mark 142. It is a sephrioth battlecruiser. Sit she is coming in hot, and launching fighters.

Major Felinix quickly responded, "Are they targeting us yet?"

No sir, their status seems to be locked on to the Telrosian vessel. They have had several signals interchange between them.

Isn't this frakking great. Commander Adriana had to order that we stand down our weapons no matter what. Now we are nothing more than a big bullseye in space. I will never understand why she purposefully ordered that we become impotent.

Sir incoming transmission from the Telrosian Destroyer.

Put it on speakers

To all alien ships, do not be alarmed. We are dealing with the intruder now. We ask you remain calm and do not activate weapons systems. You may move to better vectors, as well as power up your shields and point defense systems. But until we say do not, I repeat, DO NOT activate your weapons systems unless you are directly attacked. Thank you.

Ok set Condition two, and prepare all vipers, blackbirds and raptors for immediate launch. Lock onto the Sephrioth Battlecruiser, and deply the flak cannons, set them for surpression fire.

Yes sir.

The outer plates of the battlestar began to roll back as it's many flak cannons began to deploy. They all began to target the Sephrioth Battlecruiser yet none of them fired.

The pilots began to run back to their fighters.

"What in the gods name is going on, we launch to be recalled, and now we are told to be sitting in the launch tubes."

Beats me, maybe the Commander is drunk again.

I doubt that, after all she usually just gets lazy.

Whatever the frakkin reason, this is getting old quick, I was just about to win that hand, with full colors

"Sure you were."

Ok that is enough chatter get in those tubes now.

"Yes Sir"
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On the CIC

Sir all stations are set for condition two. Colonel Hunts is on his way to the CIC, and the ship's bulkheads are sealed. The ships shields are registering 100%. All squadrons are in the tubes and awaiting your order for launch. The FTL jump drive is at 100% and on stand by. The ship is 100% battle ready.

"Good. Status on the ship to ship Nuclear missles and nuclear jump drive missles?"

Loaded into the tubes, yet the tube doors are not opened. Also all cannons are currently armed yet they are not deployed. If we are fired upon, we can deploy the main arms in a second and begin to unload on them.

"That is good enough for now. Now we wait to see if the Sephrioth Battlecruiser will see reason, or will see annihilation."

(OOC: just for clarification. Only my flak cannons are deployed. No fighter has yet to launch, nor have my main or secondary batteries been deployed, nor are any of my missle tubes open.)

OOC: Lets wait for EX and Vetaka to post.

((OOC: I really can't do much unless Vetaka posts; I don't plan on attacking Seph and most diplomatic work we could do would be limited to small talk lest we risk overloading the thread. Vet should be back eventually when his MT war is done. Then we can move on.))

Comamander Kavnok sat and ponderd for a moment what Commander Adriana had said it had many posabilities, while her own vessal wasn't equiped for heavy repaires an engenering team might prove useful especialy if they where really spies nothing like an eazy way to get an informant onboard "while the Hamarik is not equiped to deal with repairs of that scale i will confer with Captain Korvathak about sending over an engenering detail to asist where they can" she listend as Captain willams remarked about the request for border information " i do beleave you misunderstould my request" not bloddy likely he's smart for a human "we wish mearly to know where they lay so that we may avoid any future blunders into your space without prior consent." there where simplery ways to get information about there military strength setting up sencor arays on there side for starters.
the commander was suddenly thrown off balance as the ship lurched in its sudden corse change her mag boots bracing her somewhat but she was still over come by the forces involved "what in the name of the seven is going on!" she demanded as she stould back up. she was suddenly angry at the puny humans who had promised there safety. her had wanderd to where her las pistol usualy sat in its holster and was rudly reminded that it wasnt there but if worse came to worse she could always relayon her strength to get her another weapon and to get back to her shuttle but for now she would wait

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Aboard the Hamarik the eighth had broked free
"Sir new contact! coming in fast" Lt. Levethka suddenly reported
"status!"
"there powering weapons... fighters have been launched... there going to attack!"
"Lt. Morkitak weapons status!" Captain Korvathak was suddenly in a very foul mood he had just managed to relax somwhat from earlyer tensions and now this he suddenly regreted picking up that energy signature
""sir sheilds at full power point defence systems active the rest are still on standby" the Leutenant reported
"incoming transmition from the wrathful"
"lets hear it"

To all alien ships, do not be alarmed. We are dealing with the intruder now. We ask you remain calm and do not activate weapons systems. You may move to better vectors, as well as power up your shields and point defense systems. But until we say do not, I repeat, DO NOT activate your weapons systems unless you are directly attacked. Thank you.

"Curse it to the eighth and beyond!" the captain swore
"orders sir?"
the captain muttered for amoment before speaking "you head him do not alter weapon status" his expresion suddenly darkened "but if even one fighter alters corse to an attack vector i want it blown out of the quadrent the imperium be damned"
"Understould sir"

((ooc: since i am as far as i know the only other non human exept for the elrond this should prove interesting))

sir said the tech adapt reading many xenos locks return the favor power up nova cannons if one xenos ship even attempts an intercept blow it out of the void aye sir