NationStates Jolt Archive

We the people of Bonniland are pleased to greet our neighbors and welcome them to exchange spiritual ways and ideas with us in harmony with our belief that knowledge is itself spiritual.

We have been so fortunate as to have been contacted by so many of the lovely peoples around us, especially our very first expected visitor, the Imperium. Planned ceremonies include a parade of Priestessess, feasting, a choral rendition of some of our best music and of course, diplomatic negotiations.

We welcome diplomatic ties with all spiritually minded nations and look forward to further discourse with you!

the adptus astartes ship the wolves of the emperor exited the warp leman russ said prepare my honour gaurd im going to greet these people for the god emperor ten thunder hawks were launched from the wolves of the emperor and began thier desent on to the planet

The Emperor's personal ship, Firebird, landed on the planet, follwed by several transports of diplomats and other dignitaries. The Emperor got out with his personal adviser, a Xiscapian named Jade. Xiscapians look like humans, but have fox ears and tails, yellow eyes, and are much faster and more graceful than any human could ever hope to be. "My Lord?" asked Jade, observing the festivites. "Leave the guards behind." said Foxfire, the Emperor. "Let's just have a little fun before our long, dreary talks."

( On board the High Governance - Leadership platform of the Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces within the Milky way galaxy)

" General we have received a message from a young planet nation called Bonniland. It appears as if they are trying to establish ties within the galaxy. They are calling for diplomats and the like..... shall I ready your ship sir?" called one of the thousands Transmission operators within the Platform

" Yes. I will be ready soon. I will leave in about 10 minutes have my guard contingent ready and waiting before I gt on board." replied the general as he willed his desk and chair away and rematerialized his living quarters. where he placed on his ceremonial robes in preparation to meeting this new nations leadership.

----( on board the HCS Hellgade- personal craft of the general of the Hobbeebian Explorationary forces)

The guard contingent was ready and waiting as the general had ordered. The ship was simply awaiting his arrival so they may begin the Dime jump process. the General saluted the guards and left to his place in the command chair of the ship, where he gave to order to Dime jump. The ships sleek exterior already reflecting the light from the stars, giving it a fluid like look began to glow with a orb of bright white and gold light and soon disappeared into the other Dimension..


( 5 seconds later- Bonniland)

The ship that the general was on soon exited the Extra Dime space and reemerged within sensor range for the new nation. the ship entered as it left a large white and gold glow erupted from out of nowhere then disappeared leaving the Hobbeebian ship in the black void.

A message was sent:

" This is Supreme General Markum Artilies, of the Superior majestic Imperium of Hobbeebia, Leader of the Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces within the Milkyway Galaxy. I am here to meet with your Leadership in terms of peace and prosperity."

A single Frigate happened to be in the area when the invitation to visit went out. The captain of The Frigid relayed the message back home as per Fleet Protocols. Shortly the message was being delivered to the Department of Foreign Affairs. The head of the department took an interest and dispatched a diplomat to attend the affair.

Soon afterwards, space was torn asunder as a wormhole formed a safe distance away from the planet. A single Stiletto shuttle left the aperture as it closed. The shuttle turned toward the planet and began to speed up. As it approached, a message was sent.

Greetings, I am Lar’Sohn. The Balrogga Empire has received your message and decided to send me to attend your celebration.

Can you please give me the appropriate approach vectors? I would like to meet you as soon as possible.

The Stiletto shuttle held position waiting for the reply.


Stiletto Shuttle (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/StilettoShuttle.jpg)

The chozen leader of the Nation of Bonniland, St. David, personally welcomes all who come to visit our fair land.

Bowing low to the Emperor of Xiscpia and his advisor, Jade, he states, "Welcome to Bonniland, please exuse any ignorance of your customs. Our Ministry of Protocal will happily meet with your designee to discuss planned festivities, and any requirements you may have of any nature. Please meet our High Priestess, St. Bonni, and allow her to see to any comforts you desire during your visit here. The west side embassy compound is this way...."

The Ministry of Telecom sends the following message: TO: Supreme General Markum Artilies, of the Superior majestic Imperium of Hobbeebia, Leader of the Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces within the Milkyway Galaxy
"Welcome to our humble festivities! We look forward to our first meeting! Please avail yourself of our guest facilites of our east embassy compound, our Head Priest will be delighted to show you the way, and our Head Priestess will be with you shortly to discuss any needs you may have.."


St David whispers an aside to an aide..."Is everything ready at the Central Compound for the representatives of the Imperium?"
"Oh yes, we are prepared to receive them," assures the aide.

The Ministry of Telecom sends the following message: To: Lar’Sohn of the Balrogga Empire: Greetings and Welcome! Sending approach vectors immediately. Our High Priest and Priestess look forward to meeting you apon your arrival. Please also meet with our protocol advisor as soon as possible so we may gain needed knowledge of your requirements.

The chozen leader of the Nation of Bonniland, St. David, personally welcomes all who come to visit our fair land.

Bowing low to the Emperor of Xiscpia and his advisor, Jade, he states, "Welcome to Bonniland, please exuse any ignorance of your customs. Our Ministry of Protocal will happily meet with your designee to discuss planned festivities, and any requirements you may have of any nature. Please meet our High Priestess, St. Bonni, and allow her to see to any comforts you desire during your visit here. The west side embassy compound is this way...."

The Ministry of Telecom sends the following message: TO: Supreme General Markum Artilies, of the Superior majestic Imperium of Hobbeebia, Leader of the Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces within the Milkyway Galaxy
"Welcome to our humble festivities! We look forward to our first meeting! Please avail yourself of our guest facilites of our east embassy compound, our Head Priest will be delighted to show you the way, and our Head Priestess will be with you shortly to discuss any needs you may have.."


St David whispers an aside to an aide..."Is everything ready at the Central Compound for the representatives of the Imperium?"
"Oh yes, we are prepared to receive them," assures the aide.

The Ministry of Telecom sends the following message: To: Lar’Sohn of the Balrogga Empire: Greetings and Welcome! Sending approach vectors immediately. Our High Priest and Priestess look forward to meeting you apon your arrival. Please also meet with our protocol advisor as soon as possible so we may gain needed knowledge of your requirements.
Foxfire and Jade went around to a small room where they changed out of their robes and into normal clothing. They told the women they required no special treatment and wandered the grounds, looking around at the hurried fesivities.

the 10 thunderhawk gunships land 250 wulfen im terminator power aemmour off loaded as well as a team from the imperial imqisiton and a tech preiest and a wolf priest and leaman russ offloaded

leaman spoke we are the imperiums repesentives

The Grand Master of the holy Order of Saint Longinus sat upon his throne, surveying the world his people had reclaimed. As he did so, Lucien Galtier, the Seneschal of the Order, came up and knelt before him.

"Master de Guadalupe, a message has been received. It comes from a people seeking alliances. Perhaps they could be allies in our war on the binary empire."

Juan Diego de Guadalupe considered it for a moment, and then ordered his honor guard to join him.

The Retribution Class Battleship, Altare De activated it's Tesseract Drive, and jumped to the home world of Bonniland. It's Chromium Plating gleamed with the light of the sun, it's gun ports sealed.

The Grand Master nodded to the Communication Officer, who opened a channel to the people of Bonniland.

"This is Grand Master Juan Diego de Guadalupe, we are requesting permission to land one LAAT/i Gunship with our delegation. It shall consist of myself, my Seneschal, Lucien Galtier, and eleven of my best Knights."

As the message was sent, the Sensors Station called out, "Sir, Sephrioth Ships have been sited in system."

"Great, just great," the Seneschal muttered.

"Raise our Deflector Fields, and order our Starboard Gun Ports un-sealed, but left closed. Commander, if they try anything, get as close as you can."

The Grand Master then sat back and sighed, hoping nothing would come of their presence.

As soon as clearence came, the Grand Master led 11 men with gleaming Chromium Armor and lightsabers to a waiting LAAT/i. The ships descended to the planet's surface, and disgorged it' cargo of personnel.

To: Lar’Sohn of the Balrogga Empire: Greetings and Welcome! Sending approach vectors immediately. Our High Priest and Priestess look forward to meeting you apon your arrival. Please also meet with our protocol advisor as soon as possible so we may gain needed knowledge of your requirements.

Lar’Sohn programmed the vectors and the shuttle was soon approaching the landing pad. The small ship slowly settled down until it hovered a few centimeters above the pad. The side of the ship melted and the material formed three individually hovering steps. The newly revealed door opened and a young appearing woman stepped out. She was dressed in simple traveling clothes designed for comfort instead of strict cultural interactions. She would change later but now it was important to meet these new people.

She approached one of the natives (Bonnilandians?) and spoke to them.

“Excuse me, I am here for the celebration. Can you please point me to the appropriate persons? I am also supposed to speak with the Protocol Advisor.”

The Schwullunde Craft :CSS Wolf
We the people of Schwullunde would like to greet, you the people of Bonniland. We would enjoy meeting another race. If your people would enjoy this please send us the coordinates so that we might send our ambassidor and his retainers to your planet.

When the Imperium deployed its ten Thunderhawks, another ship joined them. A Pelican accelerated throughout the atmosphere, fire streaming across its hull. Inside, was a squad of ten elite ODST Helljumpers with a Chaplain, and a diplomat. The Chaplain, who was also the Sergeant leading the platoon, spoke up. "Alright men, this is a cakewalk mission. We are to assist the Terminators with their quest to seek this Template-do-hickey of theirs. And, as HIGHCOM has told you, keep them in line. We don't need a war here. Councilor Harakan here will be talking to the Bonnielandians while we do so. Any questions?" They shook their heads. "Good."

The Pelican landed in short order and disgorged the soldiers. "I will remain here< Sergeant, until we need to leave."

"Roger, Lieutenant. Let's move, Helljumpers." Moving up to the Terminators, they stood, letting the Imperium take care of things. Harakan hovered, waiting to begin the talks.

When the Imperium deployed its ten Thunderhawks, another ship joined them. A Pelican accelerated throughout the atmosphere, fire streaming across its hull. Inside, was a squad of ten elite ODST Helljumpers with a Chaplain, and a diplomat. The Chaplain, who was also the Sergeant leading the platoon, spoke up. "Alright men, this is a cakewalk mission. We are to assist the Terminators with their quest to seek this Template-do-hickey of theirs. And, as HIGHCOM has told you, keep them in line. We don't need a war here. Councilor Harakan here will be talking to the Bonnielandians while we do so. Any questions?" They shook their heads. "Good."

The Pelican landed in short order and disgorged the soldiers. "I will remain here< Sergeant, until we need to leave."

"Roger, Lieutenant. Let's move, Helljumpers." Moving up to the Terminators, they stood, letting the Imperium take care of things. Harakan hovered, waiting to begin the talks.

Foxfire and Jade observed Ten heavily armed men exiting a Pelican dropship. "I wonder what they're doing?" mused Foxfire as he watched them.

a Imperial Isan Fleet that was pasting through picked up on there scaner systems ship of known Nations

"Admiral sir we have a number of ships from known Nations near a unknown planet on screen"
"who"ask the Admiral
"Balrogga,Sephrioth and Xiscapia sir"
"send a message to the Balrogga ships asking whats up"said the Admiral




To who ever is in Command of the Balrogga ships
The Admiral of the Impreial Isan Fleet near by
would like to know whats going on in this part of the woods

CNS Hamptonshire

Another AirHippo class battlecruiser traveling the vast void that is space, another Admiral on the edge of space dementia, another crew longing to go home, another random introduction RP thread. This is NationStates, and this is today's story.

Admiral Duke Leopold, 45 years old, used to command the 27th BattleFleet, but got bored and needed a little adventure. Exploring the vast universe was very adventerous so, why not. He looked like the aristocrats of ancient times, with monocle(sp?) and nicely primmed mustache in hand. He was a proper gentleman, and his humour could be construed as dry as a desert (I r so clevar). He proudly served the Commonwealth, and wouldn't rush into battle unless he decided the enemy was a threat. Diplomacy first.

Granted he didn't mind a few explosions.

So there he was, dressed in his white Admiral's uniform, shimmering (because everything shimmers in space! Or at least that's what TFU believes) and smoking his pipe. "Well then officer." He stated. "Who do you think will win the football match back in Rosanica?"

Now since I don't know anything about football (soccer) at all, we must move on.

"Well." BEEP. Oh what a convinient plot device! "Sir, we seem to be getting a message from an alien civilization. They're... not some sort of warmongering civilization either. A nation of priests."

Duke raised his brow. "A global temple? Interesting, I for one will be happy to greet a civilization not intent on destroying us. Warp ahead."

And so the ship did indeed warp ahead, and since I won't describe how the stars looked like dots going by really fast, and the tunnel was like some cheap tunnel of love thing at your county fair but you still take your girlfriend there anyway because you wanna get to second base at least but it doesn't really matter because she dumped you because she caught you with another man.

Wait what?

"Sir, we're here." Chimed a random Ensign.

Duke nodded. "Very well then, Officer Shuartz, do you see any other ships in the area?"

Shuartz, being the electronics officer in the hizzouse, did an oy vey. "Oy vey." See? "One Sephrion capital ship, but they're not hostile. But there are some forces that could be considered friendly. The Balroggans, Terrans. Some unknowns too."

Duke raised his brow. "Interesting. Let's hope the Sephrions use their head and don't fire on us."

The ships appeared on the bridge's plasma screen television (high resolution) looking all shippy. The bridge was not too worried, and it looked like it would be a peaceful hello hello encounter, not like Aios. But at least the Star Navy was tested in Aios.

To: Any Available Bonnite Government
From: CNS Hamptonshire

Hello, I am Admiral Duke Leopold of the CNS Hamptonshire. I come in peace in
the name of the Cassiopeian Commonwealth. We are seven planets, and we
are always looking for new contacts to trade with. I am hoping to meet with
a government official or preferably your leader. If I have to fly down to
the surface, I will do as requested, but if you want to send a diplomat
towards my ship you do not have opposition.

I am excitedly waiting for your response, and I hope a new era of trade and
prosperity occurs out of this.

Duke Leopold
Admiral, CNS Hamptonshire

Leopold watched the plasma screen as the message went forth, looking at the various ships and their makes and models. "At least there's a profound lacking of idiots... so far."

a Imperial Isan Fleet that was pasting through picked up on there scaner systems ship of known Nations

"Admiral sir we have a number of ships from known Nations near a unknown planet on screen"
"who"ask the Admiral
"Balrogga,Sephrioth and Xiscapia sir"
"send a message to the Balrogga ships asking whats up"said the Admiral




To who ever is in Command of the Balrogga ships
The Admiral of the Impreial Isan Fleet near by
would like to know whats going on in this part of the woods


OOC:


My deligate has already left the shuttle so there is nobody there to hear your message. He used a single shuttle to arrive so there are no other ships nearby to pick up on the message. Just letting you know OOCly so you think I am not ignorng you.



IC:


Lar'Sohn, being away from the ship did not recieve the Isan message. The call was logged in the computer for when the diplomat eventually returned to the shuttle.

OOC:


My deligate has already left the shuttle so there is nobody there to hear your message. He used a single shuttle to arrive so there are no other ships nearby to pick up on the message. Just letting you know OOCly so you think I am not ignorng you.



IC:


Lar'Sohn, being away from the ship did not recieve the Isan message. The call was logged in the computer for when the diplomat eventually returned to the shuttle.
OOC i would say they pick the trail left behind it as we near but not that near to see

IC

"place Fleet on red"said the Admiral

*Fleet we are now red*

The General was grateful for the kind welcome. But the Imperial Isa fleet being here was an unsettling concept considering they had not had to much contact with them. But this was a peaceful setting and he was not about to create hostilities.

" Keep a watchful eye on that Imperial Isa fleet... I don't like them being here and something just doesn't feel right. " Ordered the General as he stepped into the Dime-rift generator. As the General looked over his suit and gave it a good tug, the generator activated and created a small window in which the General walked through... Emerging at a government looking building where a lot of officials seemed to be congregating.

As the General Walked through it was if the walked in from the air. The slight air disturbance could have been easily been overlooked.

OOC Hobbeebia i like to how you picked up my fleet as i did not say where it is and only person who can pick it up is Balrogga

OOC: First off Myself and Balrogga use very similar Technology. Both being Dime-tech nations and all. Not to mention you didn't encrypt your message you sent to him; anyone with a half-way decent Com's center could have picked it up, and from that point would have been a cake walk to find your ships. And when you have a fleet in the area its not easy to hide. Then you would have to not have been seen by our long range sensors... so many ways to find you so little time to explain.

OOC: First off Myself and Balrogga use very similar Technology. Both being Dime-tech nations and all. Not to mention you didn't encrypt your message to him anyone with a half-way decent Com's center could have picked it up, and from that point would have been a cake walk to find your ships. And when you have a fleet in the area its not easy to hide. Then you would have to not been seen by our long range sensors... so many ways to find you so little time to explain.

OOC what this <> mean to you and can you see into the void can you

OOC what this <>

OOC: They are called brackets. They are most normally used in computer programming and website design. They also make arrows*. They are located on the bottom right hand corner of your keyboard- above the ALT and windows button.

*(---->)

OOC: They are called brackets. They are most normally used in computer programming and website design. They also make arrows*. They are located on the bottom right hand corner of your keyboard- above the ALT and windows button.

*(---->)

OOC it's a code message when you see the word code and a box code code code so no way you can read it

Break it up. Who cares if he knows where your fleet is? You're wasting forum space.

Break it up. Who cares if he knows where your fleet is? You're wasting forum space.

it not fleet part it do they don't know the code box means it in code and encrypt

St. David hurridly sent his twenty highest priests and priestess to escort Leaman Russ and his retinue, while he and St. Bonni waited in the reception area for the next to arrive. They exchanged an aprehensive look before turning to welcome the arriving Grand Master of the Order of St. Longinus and his 11 men. "Please make yourself comfortable, said St. David, the facilities of our north compound should be adequite to your needs. Our protocall advisor would love to converse with you at your earliest convience, and please allow St. Bonni's priestess to see to any other comforts you may require."

A friendly Bonnilandian, meeting a representative of a new culture, was a bit tounge tied but stammered and pointed, "There in the white robes with the red sash is a high priestess, she will help you." Bowing and backing away the flustered woman retreated into the crowd.

From the Ministry of Telecom TO: The Schwullunde Craft :CSS Wolf following please find the appropriate coordinates to land. We would be delighted to meet you and experience the wisdom of a culture new to us. Our High Priest and Priestess should be with you shortly apon landing to show you to the festival and any facilities you may require. At some point, our protocall advisor will delight to interview you, and in the meantime, please enjoy the festival.

A senior priestess approched Councilor Harakan, "Please come this way, as soon as St. David and St. Bonni have greeted our guests they will be honored to show you to the negotiation room...unless you would avail yourself of our festival and ammenities first? You will, of course, if you desire such, be housed in the central compound with the Imperium representatives. Independant quarters may also be arranged should you wish it."

From: Ministry of Telecom To: Admiral Duke Leopold of the CNS Hamptonshire. Welcome to Bonniland! Our formost leaders, St. David and St. Bonni will be delighted to meet you but regret they personally cannot come to your ship at this time. If you wish, tomorrow they will both be available, else we are afraid you'll need to come down here, as they have several guests requesting their presense. Sending coordinates following.

"Run the test."
"Again?"
"Yes, again. This planet needs to be readied for colonization and we-
"Holy Shit!"
"What?!"
"Ships, not ours. Aliens!!!! Holy Shit!"
"Contact Centra command."



crackle "This is Centra command. We have a video feed from your ship and have already selected a course of action. The diplomatic ship Bernard is in bound on position and will set up radio transmision and establish first contact."




A half an hour later, the Bernard was in position.
"This is the Firefly Trade Union Flagship Bernard, we are very pleased to see another intelligent race inhabit the stars. Please respond."

he nooded that is i space marines honour formation the wolf priest said in high gothic my lord is it wise to trust these xenos? leaman replyied my brother we are not here in wrath we are here in freindship.

it not fleet part it do they don't know the code box means it in code and encrypt

Okay...that's irrevalent. He still could have, like he said, picked up your ships using sensors.

OOC:

Break it up. If you want to send sectret ot encrypted messaged label them directly instead of using message boxex like the CODE or QUOTE. Alot of people use the code for transmitted messages too. The use of code is to provide an area to post forum coding that will not take affect.

BOLD



BOLD

In the above two examples I bolded both but the code version ignored the PHP coding. That is the difference between the two, the only difference.


Use a tag of Encrypted Message to indicate them so there is no confusion and avoids stuff like this in the future.

Now drop this and let's get back to the new players Thread before you ruin it for everyone.

OOC: They are right, Isa. In order for it to be encrypted, you have to say so in your post or put SECRET IC in front of the message.

Even then, they can detect that something sent a message and follow it back. It is damned impossible to stealth a fleet, especially with people constantly scanning around for unknowns.

Okay...that's irrevalent. He still could have, like he said, picked up your ships using sensors.

OOC still can't for the fact my ships are in the Void not in known space or warp

OOC: They are right, Isa. In order for it to be encrypted, you have to say so in your post or put SECRET IC in front of the message.

Even then, they can detect that something sent a message and follow it back. It is damned impossible to stealth a fleet, especially with people constantly scanning around for unknowns.

OOC when did that start not once when i've seen that use the other side picked it up and know what it said

A friendly Bonnilandian, meeting a representative of a new culture, was a bit tounge tied but stammered and pointed, "There in the white robes with the red sash is a high priestess, she will help you." Bowing and backing away the flustered woman retreated into the crowd.




“I thank you very much for your directions. You are an exemplary model of your civilization.”

She bowed in return to the citizen’s action and followed her directions to find the indicated priestess. After waiting to get her attention, the Ta’Nar introduced herself to the priestess.

“Greetings, I am Lar’Sohn, the delegate sent to the celebration from the Balrogga Empire. I was instructed to meet with the High Priest or Priestess. I was also told to meet with the Protocol Advisor. Can you assist me?”



OOC:


Please use this Thread for further OOC disruptions.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12771002#post12771002

A small pack of four or five Sunyan General Contact Units fell out of warp into the Bonnilandian system. The stars around them shifted colors as the Alcubierreian warp curvature dissipated, altering the flow of light around the bubble of nonwarp space the ships travelled in. GCUs followed classical Sunyan design philosophy. Starships were works of art, emissaries of a people's ability and forthought, but not every ship was a work of art. Though sleek, stealthy, quick, durable, and deadly when necessary, they were for the most part identical. And smallish. Each GCU (comfortably) carried a crew of maybe a dozen, including one AI and a few other free-willed, but embodied, machines. GCUs were armed, but their armaments have never been used in anger, as Sunya was just exiting a long period of self-enforced isolation.

On board the GCU Solstice, the bridge was its usual center of activity.
The voice of the AI aboard the Solstice spoke to the crew "We have just exited hyperluminosity and are making our way into the system at a rate of 45 light minutes per hour. I have already dispatched a message to the Bonnilandians stating our intentions to meet with them, Emmissary Alo."

"Thank you, Solstice," spoke a human male, named Alo. He addressed a roughly seven foot tall bipedal machine, with a head like a great glowing lens of a face on an articulated chassis. "Jase, will you accompany me to the planets' surface?"

The machine, settling its gleaming mass and responded in a baritone "Of course, Emmissary. I would be delighted. I also recommend we utilize the abilities of young Headitha. She would be quick useful for this function, Alo."

"Indeed? Do you object Headitha? I could certainly use the aid of an empath."

"Not at all, emissary." Replied Headitha cooly. For all their emotional sensitivity, empaths were often emotionally distant themselves. But she could sense Alo's justifiable excitement. It was a big day for all of Sunya...


MESSAGE FROM GCU SOLSTICE,
RE: BONNILANDIAN DIPLOMATIC GALA

On behalf of the peoples of Sunya, I respectfully request that our Emmissary be allowed to attend as the delegated representative of the Free Worlds of Sunya. We wish to exchange cultures, initiate diplomatic ties, and generally make contact with others. Given your permission, our Emmissary will be accompanied by two others.

We eagerly await your reply.

With warmest salutations,

GCU SOLSTICE

The Knights snapped to attention, a remarkable sight as they where already standing tall.

Juan Diego de Gudalupe stepped forth and smiled his most welcoming smile. "Thank you kindly, I am the Grand Master of the Holy Order of St. Longinus, the man who pierced our Lord and God as he hung upon the cross. Please excuse my bodyguard, we have had unfriendly relations with some of Sephrioth's allies, and I do not wish to be caught unprepared. As for the protocol officer, we would be glad to meet him at the earliest convenience possible."

When he heard about the Priestesses, images from the History Holograms of the Priestesses of Ishtar, Aphrodite, Demeter, Isis, Hathor, etc. ran through his mind, and he struggled to keep his distaste from his face.

"We live a rather spartan existence, that will not be necessary. So long as we have a sparing ring and enough cots for all, we shall be fine."

The Grand Master snapped his fingers, and several of the knights rushed back to the Cargo Ship to pick up a small container, containing the necessary Sacramentals, and carry it to the rooms designated to them.

on board the schwullunde craft: CSS Wolf
we have just received communication from the planet sir.
well good what did they say
well sir they have allowed us to "land"
well that part won't be necessary, where did they want us to land at.
well sir it seems that they have given us the choice.
hmmm well then lets send down the ambassador.
yes sir.
oh and keep a lock on him, this meeting is drawing the greator powers in like mad.
yes sir

ambassidor we are sending you to the planet with a team of our soldiers to act as bodyguards. at the first sine of trouble i would advise that you get out of there.
do you really think that necessary?
not sure to tell the truth, but as the greater powers are around i plan on taking no chances.
well whatever you think best
good prepare for transport.
<transport begins>

in a large park in what appears to be the capitol.

5 beams of glowing blue light strike the grass silently.
withen those beams several smaller greanish beams form themselves into the Schwullunde Ambassidor and his Retainer of bodyguards.

well boys looks like we are here, we shall wait here till we hear from the representitive of Bonnieland.
YES SIR.
do you boys always have to shout like that?
YES SIR
well try to keep it down as much as possible, i wouldn't want to offend the good people.
Yes Sir.
good lad, oh and also keep those weapons in their holsters. we don't want this to turn into a shooting match now do we.
No Sir.
also be on the lookout for any and i do mean any trouble. The greater powers are here and we don't want to get in the middle of anything.
Yes Sir.

on board the CSS wolf
sir we are being scanned by several of the ships in orbit in the vicinity.
well son that was to be expected. lets just hope that they consider us unimportant.
yes sir. what actions should i take sir.
absolutely none. well send out the standered Neutrality Beacons as well as the UN code so that they know what we are up to.
Yes sir.
at the first sign of trouble transport our party back and follow standered defensive hyperspace jump protocol delta.
yes sir
oh yeah has a rep of imperial isa showed up.
yes sir.
ok then send a coded message to imperial isa requesting that as we have had contact on a couple of occasions. if they would be so kind, we request that they provide some cover just in case. they seem at least uninterested in us.
we have had no contact with the others, so i cannot speek for them but i really don't think they really give a fig about us one way or another.
yes sir
lets just hope it stays that way
yes sir.

beamed into the void <code begin> Imperial Isa we humbly request that you provide any assistance you can in allowing us to remove ourselves from the area in the off chance this meeting turns bad. we know that we have had only a little contact with you but as you have shown us no ill will we assume that we are of little interest.. we have nothing but the greatest respect for you and hope that you continue to view us with at least tolerance..... <code end>

CNS Jaredchonia

Duke blinked as he heard the message that there was to be a meeting at the planet. He sighed, he really did not like leaving leaving his comfortable captain's chair. I mean, it was a lazy boy. Those are comfy man. But it was time for him to represent the Commonwealth at its best, a bastion of freedom and common sense in a sea of empires and ignorance. And Death Stars, but that's another story.

"Officer Brooks." Duke said to his military officer. "You're in charge of the bridge while I'm away, take care."

Brooks saluted. "Yes Admiral." He stated. "This ship will not blow up on my watch."

Leopold chuckled as he left the bridge. "I prefer that it doesn't blow up on anyody's watch..."

The rest of the ship, like the bridge, was a sight to behold. Crewmen and Marines walking up and down taking care of business, flashy icon things that really make not that much sense (but look pretty) and are flashy, cameras monitering things at all times, the doors to rooms. Why it couldn't been a Star Trek episode... in fact, I'm stealing all of this from Star Trek right this moment. I mean really folks I doubt I can describe the hall as shimmering... though it was.

Leopold, after being saluted and greeted left and right (which he found amusing, he was a tad informal when it came to the crew) entered one of the pod hangers. There were fighters upon fighters parked, and three large shuttles folded up waiting for launched.

He approached one of them, a Marine dressed up like a soldier from Battlefield 2142 holding an E-11 blaster and having all sorts of sexy equipment, saluted him. "Hello Admiral, I'll be your bodyguard and pilot for this endeavor."

Leopold smiled warmly. "Thank you soldier, very well then. Let us make a few new friends today."

The shuttle (painted in green like every Cassiopeian shuttle) slowly hovered off the ground, the crewmen clearing the way for the ship. It flew slowly out of the ship, finally extending its wings after having enough space and now flying gracefully towards the planet, as if nothing in the Universe is happening, just a shuttle flying all pretty like. A short but concise message was sent.

From: Cassiopeian Shuttle 0353
To: Available Bonnite Government

Permission to land requested, please point us out to an available pad. Thank
you.

Well this is going to be a peaceful little story, I hope.

(Don't post four times in a row, tis rude. You could've just edited it >_>.)

ooc well sorry bout that but i kinda have to. if i try posting longer posts jolt locks me out. so i have to use shorter posts. again sorry i ain't being rude just trying to get lots in without getting cut off.:cool:

The priestess smiled and said "Greetings, Lar'Sohn, I am Sister Merri, allow me to escort you. Right this way kind sir," and walked at his side to the vast Hall of Discourse. "Everyone will be called here shortly, and St. David will be right here, and I'm sure the Protocol Advisor will be along shortly also. That said, she waved at two priests "guarding" the open entrance, and stopped in front of the tall, greying, St. David. She bowed and said, "Your Worship, may I present Lar'Sohn, from the Balrogga Empire." St. David smiled and bowed, and said, "We are delighted you could attend our festival! Unfortunately I am personally called apon to deliver a speech in a few minutes and must leave you." Ah here comes our Protocol Advisor, Bro. Ronald."

Bro. Ronald carries an electronic notebook and looks harried. Bowing low to first Lar'Sohn then St. David, he says, "Oh I will need to know immediately your seating desires at our round table, then of course, after the speech, if I may interview you at some convenient moment to ascertain any particular religious or social taboo's you may have that we do not, so as to make your accommodations most pleasant. That said, I must bluntly ask if you are aware of the large variety of peoples congregating here and if there are any you would not wish to sit next to at table?"


From Ministry of Telecom: To GCU Solstice, We would be pleased to have you attend our festival and talks! Following are the coordinates for landing in an unoccupied spot. Our head Priestess Bonni will meet you and bring you Central Compound, as the Introductory Speech is about to commence.


A priestess with a gold sash rushes breathlessly to the Joy Park entrance, seeing the men waiting, she tried to adopt a more sedate and dignified walk. Approaching the delegation she bowed and said, "Please come with me as the Introductory Speech is about to commence. We will find accommodations, should you wish it, directly after the speech, and our Protocol Advisor will no doubt be frantic to speak with you, prior to our formal meeting."



From: Ministry of Telecom: To Cassiopeian Shuttle 0353
Permission to land at following coordinates, at the gate nearest our Central Compound. Welcome to Bonniland! Our Br. Samaritan will meet you and happily escort you. At this time St. David and St. Bonni are getting ready to welcome all, but we will see to any needs you may have directly after this speech.

Schwullunde;12772187']beamed into the void <code begin> Imperial Isa we humbly request that you provide any assistance you can in allowing us to remove ourselves from the area in the off chance this meeting turns bad. we know that we have had only a little contact with you but as you have shown us no ill will we assume that we are of little interest.. we have nothing but the greatest respect for you and hope that you continue to view us with at least tolerance..... <code end>
encrypted
we may that if our orders tell us other wise

"A race capable of space travel should have some kind of translator technology!"
"Calm down, captain. The course of action is clear. We must initiate first contact."
"At least, send the message again."


The Bernard slowly began moving in the direction of the alien ships. The crew hoped that the message would get through and contact would not depend on them. They were not trained for that.

"This is the Firefly Trade Union Flagship Bernard, we are very pleased to see another intelligent race inhabit the stars. Please respond."

in joy park, planet of Bonnieland

of course Priestess whatever you would think wise. you have a lovely planet here. we will gladly meet with your protocol minister at his conveniance.

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on board the CSS Wolf
Transmiting message reply
<Code Begins> think you imperial isa, that is all we ask<Code Ends>

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in space

the CSS Wolf begins to move into an orbit not occupied by the other races.trying to stay in range of the planet so that if the need arises they can transport their deligation off the planet. the heavy blue and grey vessel moves around the planet till it reaches a better position.

"Confirmation received from Bonniland, Emmissary. Shall I land?" the calm, amiable voice of the AI filled the bridge.

"Yes, Solstice, that would be just fine. Inform the other GCU's that their services will not be necessary." replied Alo. With that, the four other GCUs in the pack broke formation and dissappeared into warp, leaving the Solstice streaking towards its destination.

Landing in Joy Park, the Emmissary Alo, Jase, and Headitha exited the Solstice leaving the rest of the crew aboard. Greeted by the Priestess, they followed her to the General Compound and awaited the introductory speech.

the wolves of the empero subtley altred course whilst not on an attack vector it was clear the ship was leaving ists assgined orbit

"A race capable of space travel should have some kind of translator technology!"
"Calm down, captain. The course of action is clear. We must initiate first contact."
"At least, send the message again."


The Bernard slowly began moving in the direction of the alien ships. The crew hoped that the message would get through and contact would not depend on them. They were not trained for that.

"This is the Firefly Trade Union Flagship Bernard, we are very pleased to see another intelligent race inhabit the stars. Please respond."

"Sir, we have finished translating the message," the Communications Officer called out, "It comes from a ship called the Bernard."

"Open a channel, I wish to speak with them." The Seneschal stated, striding onto the bridge.

"Of course, your eminence," the captain said, motioning to a command chair.

"Channel open, Translation Algorithm is active."

"Bernard, this is Seneschal Lucien Galtier of the Longinean Star Ship, Altare De, We apologize for the delay in responding, but our Translation technology was on the fritz. It is a pleasure to hear from you. We, like the rest of those here, are opening diplomatic channels with the people of Bonniland."

the wolves of the empero subtley altred course whilst not on an attack vector it was clear the ship was leaving ists assgined orbit

As the ship began to move, the command deck of the Altare De was consumed in activity.

"Sir, the Sephrioth ship is moving," the sensor officer called out.

"Activate all shields, warm-up the engines, prepare to comeabout for broadsides. Charge up our MAC Capacitors and arm the Magnetic Field Recyclers. Load our Shredder Rounds."

Outside the ship, the shields were raised, and several drones, each needle thin, were deployed, and powered up their shield generators, bolstering the ship's own generators.

"Bernard, be prepared, Sephrioth has been known to act rashly."

The priestess smiled and said "Greetings, Lar'Sohn, I am Sister Merri, allow me to escort you. Right this way kind sir," and walked at his side to the vast Hall of Discourse. "Everyone will be called here shortly, and St. David will be right here, and I'm sure the Protocol Advisor will be along shortly also. That said, she waved at two priests "guarding" the open entrance, and stopped in front of the tall, greying, St. David. She bowed and said, "Your Worship, may I present Lar'Sohn, from the Balrogga Empire." St. David smiled and bowed, and said, "We are delighted you could attend our festival! Unfortunately I am personally called apon to deliver a speech in a few minutes and must leave you." Ah here comes our Protocol Advisor, Bro. Ronald."

Bro. Ronald carries an electronic notebook and looks harried. Bowing low to first Lar'Sohn then St. David, he says, "Oh I will need to know immediately your seating desires at our round table, then of course, after the speech, if I may interview you at some convenient moment to ascertain any particular religious or social taboo's you may have that we do not, so as to make your accommodations most pleasant. That said, I must bluntly ask if you are aware of the large variety of peoples congregating here and if there are any you would not wish to sit next to at table?"


Lar’Sohn let the “sir” pass by her without thinking twice. They probably use the generic term as a polite reference or honorific title. There was no reason to be upset by the improper application of a gender specific term, especially since Ta’Nar really do not have their own gender, only that of the particular persona they are emulating at the moment. They only try to get the terminology correct to allow them to fit into other cultures easier.

She walked with the Priestess to the Hall of Discourse and met with the High Priest and Priestess.

“I understand. This is a very important event for your people. I wish you good luck in your speech and I am sure it will be wonderful.” She returned the courtesy the High Priest afforded her as he left and turned to greet Bro. Ronald.

“Well, if the table is round, there is no place that is ‘higher’ than any other. At a round table all are of equal status since there is no Head of the table. You may place me anywhere that is convenient. As far as who not to sit next to, even if I was placed next to a complete clod, it would be disrespectful to act inappropriately. We are here for you, not our own egos. This is your time to shine in the limelight. I will be satisfied with any arrangements you devise. As far as taboo’s, I am sure you will not affront me in any way. The only thing that comes to mind is my demise and I am sure that will not happen. As a matter of fact, I trust you that I am absolutely certain I am safe here. You can rest assured that I will be satisfied with whatever you come up with.”

A guard walks over to where Foxfire is sitting and wispears in his left fox ear. "Sir, we've got sensor relays that suggest shields and weapons are being powered up by the ships in orbit. Orders?" Foxfire drank from his glass before answering. "Have the fleet ready to jump in at the first sign of trouble. Make sure my ship and the transports are ready to leave at a moments notice. If things get ugly, we need to be ready. However, I'd rather not scare our new friends."

sire xenos weapons lock amber alert snaped the brother chaplin com the xenos hear me and hear me well you are comiting an act of war against the imperium if you fire wee will be forced to warp in our fleet end coms. raise void sheilding . coms to leaman rus urgenet xenos vessel has locked on we need some back up
sargent leaman call the telroisoan over one of my chaplins on board my comand ship has informed me of xenos locking onto them we dont want to heat our weapon s up for fear of esclating the sitation we need help

Sergeant Bailey watched the Sephirothians, the Xiscapians...well, pretty much everyone but the Balroggan with a careful eye. He still had a slight case of xenophobia, but most Imperial's did after reading the records of the war in school and in the military. The Balroggan wa excluded, since after the Second Battle of Harvest, they had been recognized as allies of the Imperium and a nation worthy of respect. His gaze was disrupted by a Sephirothian Chaplain.

"One of my Chaplains on board my command ship has informed me of xenos locking onto them we don't want to heat our weapon s up for fear of escalating the situation we need help"

The Sergeant sighed. "For the love of-Which ship is powering up weapons? If you can, get me a comm link open to it. I will see what the hell is going on here."

sire xenos weapons lock amber alert snaped the brother chaplin com the xenos hear me and hear me well you are comiting an act of war against the imperium if you fire wee will be forced to warp in our fleet end coms. raise void sheilding . coms to leaman rus urgenet xenos vessel has locked on we need some back up
sargent leaman call the telroisoan over one of my chaplins on board my comand ship has informed me of xenos locking onto them we dont want to heat our weapon s up for fear of esclating the sitation we need help

OOC: Quick point, we have no missiles. We do not lock onto enemy ships. We haven't even calculated a firing solution.

Also, we did not charge the actual weapons, just the support systems. By charging the capacitors, the weapons can be readied to fire within seconds, but not until the capacitors have been dumped into the actual MAC Guns. We use Chromium-Mirror plating so that enemy Electro-Magnetic Weapons (Lasers, Microwaves, Gamma Ray, X-Rays, Radio Waves) will be re-directed at them, allowing us to get within a few dozen meters of enemy ships.

The only thing you could have noticed would be that we would have maneuvered to present our Starboard Hull to you, and our shields have been raised. Please edit your post accordingly.

ooc longarian i assumed okand if ya scan the wolves of the emperor her weapons arnt heated

ic the longrain order ship snaped the chaplin

OOC: OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12783478#post12783478). No need to kill this one with an argument, ne?

One of the ensigns that was aboard the generals ship became increasinglly worried as sensors indicated alot of activity.

OOC: Bonniland You have replied to my General Arriving in your plants surface

"Contact the Grand Master, Encryption code Alpha Michael 7 9 6 3 5 Charlie Gamma Gabriel YHWH 4," The Seneschal shouted.

"Encrypted Line open," his comm officer reported.

"Grand Master, we have assumed a Defensive Posture following movement by the Sephrioth ship. We will not, repeat, will not engage in hostilities."

"Encrypted Line has been closed sir," the comm officer stated.

the grand command carrier the ark angel starbursts into the styetem

the ops guys swore damm it to hades and back i.om ship detected


the comander snaped calm your self send a launch i want to meet thes people have of my matines escort me

"We... We got a message, sir. Theirs more than one group near the planet."
"Well, Contact the people of the planet. We will meet the others at this conference of theirs."
"Yes Sir And what about the aliens warning?"
"Contact Centra Command. Tell them to mobilize the Hoenir fleet."
"But the fleet hasn't been mobilized since the Sturmovik wars!"
"Something about the situation concerns me. We might be getting into something over our heads."

Lord Carter watched as Com officer John Henry transmitted the two messages as ordered. He was tense. He hadn't been this tense since his first action as a captain at the first battle of Crumlin during the Sturmovik wars.
"Put more power into the engines. We need to get closer."

The guard came back. "Sir, we have an unknown fleet coming in. The ships don't register with any in our database. Orders?" Foxfire sighed and stared into the distance. "Bring in the fleet. Under no curcumstances, unless, of course, we are threatened, will they fire any weapons. We want a show of force, not of aggression. Once here, however, have them run scans on all ships in-system, including this new fleet. In the meantime, send a message to all ships concerning our fleet." With that the orders were transferred to the fleet several light-years away. The fleet jumped into the system. 2 Battleships, 4 Cruisers, and 1 Carrier, which contained 50,000 fighters and 100 Gunboats. The Emperor's personal guard fleet.
The following message was sent to all ships in-system (excluding the 1st Peacekeepers fleet)
To: All ships
From: Xiscapia
Due to concerns of rising tensions, we have decided to jump in the Emperor's personal fleet. This is not an act of aggression. Should an incident occur, the fleets only prority is to ge the Emperor and his aides to safty. Please do not be alarmed by the fleet jumping in system.

The Surface of Bonniland:
The Grand Master turned to the representatives from Bonniland, and sighed. "I apologize for this. My people are a little jumpy after the wars with 1010102 and our long exile in yet another foreign universe."

Activating a comm system built into his outfit, he broadcast on an open channel to his own ship, "Lucien, do not, I repeat, do not escalate, maintain defensive postures only. You know our laws. We do not fire the first shot."

Command Deck of the Altare De:
"I copy Your Eminence, we had no intentions of escalating."

Turning to the comm officer, he asked for an open channel to be connected with the flagship of the newly arrived fleet.

"This is Seneschal Lucien Galtier, Second in Command of the Holy Order of Saint Longinus, and acting-commander of the Altare De in his Eminence the Grand Master Juan Diego de Guadeloupe's absence on the surface of the world. Please understand we are not trying to escalate tensions. Our actions were purely defensive in nature. If conflict breaks out, it will be Sephrioth who starts it, not us."

On the Surface:
On the surface, the Grand Master snapped some orders in Latin, and Nine of the knights began arranging the room as they found necessary. Two other Knights took up flanking position behind the Grand Master.

"We are ready to meet with your Protocol Officer now, and again, apologies for the current situation in orbit."

coms from chaplin rage of the space wolves we only will fire in defence of this planet

Turning to the comm officer, he asked for an open channel to be connected with the flagship of the newly arrived fleet.

"This is Seneschal Lucien Galtier, Second in Command of the Holy Order of Saint Longinus, and acting-commander of the Altare De in his Eminence the Grand Master Juan Diego de Guadeloupe's absence on the surface of the world. Please understand we are not trying to escalate tensions. Our actions were purely defensive in nature. If conflict breaks out, it will be Sephrioth who starts it, not us."
On the bridge of the battleship Pride of the Empire Adrimal Hunse replied. "Our orders are purely to get the Emperor out of harms way should the situation escalate. We will not fire unless the Emperor is threatened or we are fired upon. Our actions are purely protective in nature."

Speakers concealed behind shrubs and in trees blared a fanfare. Everyone near the central compound looked up to the tall outdoor podium in front. St. David waved at the multitude and spoke into the microphone. "Welcome all to our Joy City, and I want to personally thank the representatives from afar that have delightfully opted to be here today. In one hour we shall have ready our negotiation hall, please forgive us as we had no idea the shear numbers of nations that responded to our invitation. That said, I don't believe in Long Boring Speeches, ah none of us do I think, so Enjoy the festival!"

St. David walked down the stairs to the waiting aides. He asked them, " How far has Bro Ronald gotten in his survey of the attending nations, do you know?" Said one aide, "He was last seen greeting the delegation from Balrogga, and is hopefully gaining insight." St. David said with a worried frown, I hope none of these delegates offend socially, easily. I have heard that not everyone in the galaxy favors our happy and enlightened ways. Try to keep the priestesses from any who seem too aggressive or at least have them observed unobtrusively, I wouldn't want them hurt in any way. He turned to the nearby female officer, "Sir, please take what I've just said to Br. Stephan." That said, he went in search of St. Bonni.

leaman said to the telrosian friend how is things on tera

Despite Foxfire's worry over the new developments overhead, he put on a convincing face and strode over to St. David. "Greeting friend." he said, bowing. "I hope we find you in good health? I would like to know more about your planets enlightment methods and the like. We have a simular religon, based on meditation, reflection, and inner peace."

ooc:
yo Bonniland
respond so I can land and get involved with the main rp

After speaking with the Brother, Lar'Sohn mingled with the other guests while she waited for the events to begin.

the Fleet was gone but a message out of no where was sent to Bonniland

Message

To Bonniland someeone be there in a hour by a porthole just keep a eye out for it and no need to send a message back as no one will hear it
Form Imperial isa

The Sergeant sighed. "Great. Just what we need. More aggressive idiots who want to start a war with all this posturing that serves to make themselves feel safe." He was turning to ask the Sephirothians to get him an open channel when he saw the message from the Xiscapians. He gritted his teeth.

"They need a sixty two ship fleet to protect one man? Are they mad? That's not a fleet, thats a f**king invasion force! Do they want to start a war?" Bailey swore to himself, muttering dark oaths. A soldier spoke.

"Sir, shouldn't we bring in our own ships? To counter their own?"

"Normally, yes, but if they want to start a war, they can. I am not stooping to their level." The Sergeant heard Leaman's question replied.

"Normal. Politicians scheme like mad and the business grow richer. Nothing else really happens much." He shrugged. "Aside from that brief battle with the aliens, Terra has been the same for the last two hundred years."

Jase paused for a moment, then spoke in his gentle baritone to Alo,

"Emmissary, data from the Solstice suggests a powerful fleet of war has entered the star system. They identify themselves as protectors of the Xiscapian Emperor. It has caused quite a bit of confusion and chatter among the other delegates."

Alo looked around the Festival, then at Headitha, whose worried look implied she sensed the general tension. Alo smiled serenly "Well, I feel we have perhaps walked into a great deal of danger. Fascinating how these Bonnilandians seem to be a cheerful eye of Imperial storm. Jase, keep me informed if anything serious starts happening, and inform the Solstice to keep her engines hot in case we need her to swoop in and get us out of here."

Headitha spoke distantly "There is a great deal of tension. Memories of terrible war haunt these peoples, yet they are so quick to fight."

"That's how empires are," Alo spoke softly, "everything for their own glory. They make war and build monuments to death untill they lord over ashes and hold the allegiances of none but ghosts and their impoverished descendents raid the statues of past grandeur for bricks and scrap of which they build their hovels. Human history is full of the same story, told again and again." He sighed. "But we must attempt to make friends, for there is redemption in the humanity of even the most callous of tyrants."

Headitha snorted with the emotionally detached disdain only empaths can muster, "Would you redeem Niro or Hitler? I know my history from Sol. Would you call the Oligarchs of the American Covenant 'redeemable'?"

Alo chuckled genetly at Headithat's youthful pessimism. With age and wisdom you learn only equanimity. The world is neither good nor bad. It just is.
"You speak with conviction, young Headitha. I speak only with experience. And in my experience, there is on occasion nobleness in nobility. That's why we came here. We share our universe with these very powerful people and so we must learn to coexist, if only so [B]we[/B can continue to exist."

With that, the trio continued their wanderings around the festival, hoping to speak with a representative of their gentle hosts.

Please read my newly edited post and edit your posts. We have far less ships now.

OOC: Bonni- I still need you to Respond to my post way back....

to a representative of bonnieland

this situation that is brewing in space could flare into full scale hostilities at any time. if it does we plan to leave this area as quickly as we can. we will be glad to transport those whom you designate as important and need to be transported to safety. we wil then jump away from this action till hopefully the smoke clears enough that they may return. this is why we left terra over 2 centuries ago, and it looks like things haven't really improved with humankind in all this time. i hope that none of this will become necessary.

ooc: Can I rp an invitation from Bonniland? Cause he doesn't seem to care and I'm getting bored

OOC: Sorry folks, will no doubt get the hang of this eventually.

From: Ministry of Telecom: To: Firefly Trade Union Flagship Bernard:
We are Very pleased to meet you,and look forward to further negotiations. Please land at following coordinates!

From: Ministry of Telecom: To: Supreme General Markum Artilies, of the Superior Majestic Imperium of Hobbeebia, Leader of the Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces within the Milkyway Galaxy: Please be welcome to our nation, and we look forward to peaceful talks with you. Following are coordinates for landing.

From: Ministry of Peace and Prosperity: To: NS Schwullunde: We understand your trepidation, but remain confident this event can and will remain peaceful.

The priestess bowed to his Eminence the Grand Master Juan Diego de Guadeloupe, touched her nearly invisible ear piece and said, "Sir, Bro. Ronald will be here shortly to ask and hopefully to answer any immediate questions of protocol."

In the hall of negotiations: Br. Ronald surveys the growing number of place placards. Turning to an aide he said, "Place the Imperium on our right, with Telros next. I believe this would work out the best." That said he rushed out of the room, heading for his next interview.

leaman stood tall and whipered to the wolf priest summon brother sargent hammer and battle brother smith yes lord primarch as you wish the wolf priest said the two wulfens in qustion arvived as leamansat down

:code: We Certainly hope that you are right. contact with the other races can be very dangerious. particulary the greator powers. our offer will still remain open if things do go bad. that way at least something can be saved if worst comes to worst. If you prove right in your estimation we will defenately be greatly releaved. we hope that this situation can be resolved peacefully as well.

OOC: Sorry for the absence, had my wisdom teeth out wednesday, and been on vicadin ever since. God love America.

IC:
"Of course, we do not wish to offend your people," the Grand Master responded smoothly.

Behind him, two of the knights grumbled in Latin about their wives being aboard the ship. The Grand Master stared a command at them, and they stiffened in their movements and stopped complaining.

"When can I expect him to arrive?"

OOC: I will repost its cool.

IC:

The General looked over the coordinates and input them into a dime gate generator. They ancient looking circle like objects sparkled with light andd formed a gate which looked to be like a window looking upon the place he was to be meet. The General nodded and walked through the window like gate emerging among the other delegates. It was almost seem less as he emerged among them.

As he looked around he saw the Balroggian delegate. He was happy to see a nation he liked...

" So what brings you to this neck of the woods?" he asked as he waved at some passers by.

the harsh blooking wullfens smirked so it has come to this the primatch mused

The Grand Master sat waiting for Brother Roland, as a transmission from the Altare De came through. Looking down, he noted that it was heavily encrypted, so much so that he had to provide four forms of Bio-Metric ID to access.

"Your Eminence," the Seneschal said in greeting, "We have received a message from President Rico, he has requested that the College of Bishops and either you or myself arrive for a critical vote. It would seem, that the Galactic Empire is turning on one of their own."

"Then go Lucien, I shall remain here. If this is a way to strike at the enemies of our order, then you have my blessing to vote in support of war."

"Of course, Your Eminence, I shall leave the Altare De here, and take an LAAT/i to the Meeting. The College is already underway."

The Grand Master closed the link, and resumed waiting for the protocol officer.

In orbit, an LAAT/i left the Altare De, and took up a position facing out from the system.

"This is the Altare De-2 to the Bonniland Space Control, requesting permission to leave the system."

OOC: I will repost its cool.

IC:

The General looked over the coordinates and input them into a dime gate generator. They ancient looking circle like objects sparkled with light andd formed a gate which looked to be like a window looking upon the place he was to be meet. The General nodded and walked through the window like gate emerging among the other delegates. It was almost seem less as he emerged among them.

As he looked around he saw the Balroggian delegate. He was happy to see a nation he liked...

" So what brings you to this neck of the woods?" he asked as he waved at some passers by.


Lar'Sohn looked around at who was talking to her and spied a military rep from Hobbeebia and she nodded back to him as he approached.

"Well, their message was detected by one of our ships and forwarded to the Imperial Palace. The Diplomacy Corp sent me to check out these new people.”

She looked around at the natives and at the foreigners and shook her head.

“In my opinion, as much as I have seen since I landed; the visitors are more hazardous than the Hosts, especially since it seems people tend to forget their manners in these engagements. I hope this isn’t the case here; they seem like such a charming civilization so far. I’ve heard rumors of hot tempers flaring up there but so far it is only rumor. I hope it stays up there and doesn’t plague these people.”

the inqistor siped a balrrogian and calmy walked up to him hail how fairs you

OOC: Unfortunately, I have to be out of town for most of the rest of the summer on business, as I have to replace an ill partner. Nice game you have here, though!

the inqistor siped a balrrogian and calmy walked up to him hail how fairs you

“Hail, how fairs you?”

Lar’Sohn turned her head towards the voice and she saw another military officer wearing the colors of Sephiroth stepping up to her sipping a drink. She was glad she chose a civilian appearance for the meeting, there was too much military in today’s diplomatic business. The trend has been growing the past few centuries and it didn’t seem like it was going to change back to more sane times. The nations were sending the Brass in to do a Diplomat’s job and wondered why their “shoot first, ask questions later” mentality caused wars. She could see other Officers walking around the Meet and Greet floor and sighed mentally. She made sure her neutral face was still on and turned to face both the General and the Inquisitor at the same time. In an obviously joking voice so it was clear she was making a joke she addressed both.

“Oh my, a General and an Inquisitor. Have I done something wrong? Am I under arrest? What’s a girl to do?”

She made a motion with her hand as if she were holding an old fashioned fan. The line and the action reminded both of an old movie they had both seen at one point and both got the reference. Dropping the act, Lar’Sohn used her normal tone of voice to address her two guests again.

“Sorry, if you don’t do something like that to cut the ice, the drama of the situation builds up and affects your mission. The Meet and Greet is the most tedious for me, personally.”

She paused a moment before continuing, her long dark hair blowing in the gentle breeze.

“What part of this do you hate the most?”

i personaly dislike the meet and greet myself im from the most holy orders of the emperors inqistion morbitcualy the ordo herticus
i am inqistor tidus my retuniue is on board the thunder hawk i came with the primarch leamn russ

OOC: Unfortunately, I have to be out of town for most of the rest of the summer on business, as I have to replace an ill partner. Nice game you have here, though!

OOC guess i don't need to post that enter post after all

OOC:Yeah, me neither.
IC: The Firebird docked with the Pride of the Empire with the Emperor and his delegates. Within minutes the Battleship, the 4 Cruisers, and the Carrier launched into Hyperspace. The Xiscapians had bid farewell to Bonniland and hoped to reopen diplomatic talks with them sometime in the future. Now the ships head home to Xiscapia.

well it looks like urgent buiseness has come up on bonnieland says the ambassidor. I think I should like to go around and meet a few of the other
ambassidors just as a formal matter. also it wouldn't be a bad idea to "advertise" our new Resort Planet to a few of the other respectable ambassidors so that maybe a few nations can set up travel to our little vacation getaway.

captain of the CSS Wolf
as you wish ambassidor, it looks like a few of the nations are already leaving orbit. as soon as you are finished we can transport you aboard and set out for home or other systems in exploration. CSSWolf out

Alo wandered around the gathering, beginning to doubt the wisdom of his attendance. There was very little structure to the whole affair and he wasn’t sure if much could be done at this stage. Nonetheless, it would be inconsiderate to leave without at least attempting an introduction to some of the other ambassadors.

He also felt somewhat outclassed. The decidedly martial nature of the uniforms of many of the delegates contrasted sharply against the plain, loose fitting tunic, trousers, and light cloak he and Headitha wore. The crispness, careful tailoring, and decoration of the clothing of the others was quite different from the home spun earth-tones he and his colleague wore. Even the mechanoid Jase wore a plain robe of deep purple, which bore symbols, the language of his kind, over his smooth, gleaming ceramic-polymer composite exoskeleton, otherwise concealing his rather intimidating form.

But attempts must be made, in the name of diplomacy. Noticing the gathering of the delegates of Sephrioth, Hobeebia, and Balrogga. Hoping to salvage an otherwise short, tense, and ultimately failed diplomatic effort, he approached the Balroggan woman and, smiling, with hands clasped together as if in prayer, he bowed low to her and the other delegates. The others of his group mimicked the motion while he spoke:

“Salutations and long life, ammaritii; my sister.” He arose with the others and looked her square in the eye, said, “Pardon me for the interruption, but I saw fit to introduce myself. My name is Alo, and these are my companions, Headitha and Jase. We are from the Culture of Sunya.” Addressing all the delegates, he said, “I was hoping that we could all utilize this opportunity, however brief, to advance mutual understanding among all our nations, if only for the purpose of preventing the sort of thing that nearly happened here.”

He spoke earnestly and serenely, more like a monk than a political player. He sighed gently, said “My apologies to those among us in the military profession, but we would never send warriors to do the work of a diplomat, any more than you would ask the smith to tend your garden. To use a relatively crude Sunyan expression, there sure is a lot of brass and balls around here!” He smiled impishly and spoke boisterously “So, what say you all to a bit of diplomatic exchange at this diplomatic exchange?”

the inqistor snaped and whom are you xenos . i am the inqistor tidus of the ordo herticus one of the thre holy orders of the imperial inqistion

OOC: We dead here? I wouldn't mind continuing, but it looks like this thing fizzled out.

ooc yea i think this post has officially died. to bad now that the immeadiate threat of annialation is over it could have been productive. oh yeah sorry for my attrocious spelling i really am quite intelligent i just cannot spell worth a fig.:rolleyes:

ic: with the closing of buiseness everyone from schwullunde immeadiatly leaves orbit for richer pastures.

ooc see y'all, have fun

If others are willing to continue RPing, I would help keep the meeting going.

sunya i am too

OOC: Alrighty, then, to all those still paying attention, we'll go ahead and keep this thing going without the Bonnilandians, though we'll continue using the setting of the diplomatic meeting on their world. Sephrioth and Balrogga, we'll just keep on rolling with this and see where it takes us.

IC: The one who identified himself as Inquisitor Tidus approached Alo following his initial conversation with the Balroggan woman. IT angered Alo somewhat to be referred to as "xeno" and he couldn't help but detect a bit of condescension. He nonetheless, in the interest of diplomatic interaction, overlooked the issue and addressed the Inquisitor:

"Inqusitor Tidus, I am honored.", he replied serenely, bowing slightly in deference, "My name is Alo, I am the chosen Emissary of the Culture of Sunya for this diplomatic interaction. I am here in the interest of advancing the Culture's interactions with others and establishing constructive dialogue on issues of mutual interest."

With that, he awaited the Inquisitor's response.

the inqistor snaped and whom are you xenos . i am the inqistor tidus of the ordo herticus one of the thre holy orders of the imperial inqistion

Lar’Sohn sighed and shook her head.

“Talking to people like that will not make you any friends. Think of it this way, to them you are the Xeno. If they spoke like that to you, how would you react? The foremost rule in diplomacy is not to insult any others. Also, using your voice in that tone shows impatience, a further insult. Snapping your words at others is not very polite in most circles. Your greeting started your conversation by insulting them twice in a single breath.

The one who identified himself as Inquisitor Tidus approached Alo following his initial conversation with the Balroggan woman. IT angered Alo somewhat to be referred to as "xeno" and he couldn't help but detect a bit of condescension. He nonetheless, in the interest of diplomatic interaction, overlooked the issue and addressed the Inquisitor:

"Inqusitor Tidus, I am honored.", he replied serenely, bowing slightly in deference, "My name is Alo, I am the chosen Emissary of the Culture of Sunya for this diplomatic interaction. I am here in the interest of advancing the Culture's interactions with others and establishing constructive dialogue on issues of mutual interest."

With that, he awaited the Inquisitor's response.

Lar'Sohn waited to see how the Inquisitor would reply.

A Nation that Actually full of spirits

:grins: You can't find that nowadays may the Blessings of the High One be upon this Great and Noble Nation

the inqistor glared i am from the seprion imperium of man thier are others in the emperors service present in cluding some of the mighty adpetus astrastes

Alo appreciated Lar'Sohn's poignant lecture on basic diplomatic protocol to the servant of the Imperium, but he was chosen for this assignment because he possessed three qualities that defined the spirit of the Culture: efficiency, adaptability, and patience. He eyed the Inquisitor thoughtfully and wondered if everyone in this Imperium of Man were so high and mighty. But the Culture of Sunya's interactions with various empires taught it well. Alo understood that ceremony often reinforced defined social roles of individuals, even whole classes, in such societies. It was a tool used by the powerful to maintain the status quo and it was to be respected. Though such systems are an alien concept to the Culture, they are not uncomprehended.

He spoke, calmly, softly, but much more guardedly now: this Inquisitor may lack a few manners, but he represented a power that could afford to be somewhat callous; "Inquisitor Tidus, I have the utmost respect for the power and reach of your Emperor, as I do your service to Him, but I hope you will find it in all our interests, ours as well as the Imperium's, that we engage in diplomatic interaction to further our mutual goals. We wish only diplomacy and commerce, that both our people's may prosper peacefully." His words spoke peace, but there was palpable tension in the air, a situation Alo didn't like. He wasn't here to insult or cause problems.

He then turned to the Balroggan woman, Lar'Sohn, "I owe you thanks, Lar'Sohn," he smiled and bowed slightly, hand over his heart. A sincere gesture in Sunyan custom to show acknowledgment of a debt of honor, "It isn't often one would defend a stranger, but I am not quick to insult." He spoke up, still addressing Lar'Sohn, but including the rest of the group, "Perhaps we all have begun on bad footing. I, personally, prefer much more informal settings. It would be my pleasure to buy refreshments for all of us. Do you drink alcohol? It's a bit of an art in the Culture, and something we enjoy doing with those we hope to befriend." Truly, he could've used a drink about then. He instructed the others to return to the ship before resuming his invitation to Lar'Sohn and Tidus; "Tidus, perhaps you would like to expound on your Emperor and the Three Holy Orders. And Lar'Sohn, I know nothing of your people." His eyes implored hers. He detected she would be much more conducive to a genuine conversation that others; "I would very much like to hear about your nation."

the emperor is both the leader and the god of the imperium he rules with a fair and just hand

the three holy ordros of the inqistion each has a difrent role thier is the The Ordo Malleus which deals with daemonic and chaos threats

thiers the ordo herticus the ordo i am from deals with hertics like unsantioned pskyers
and The Ordo Xenos thier job is to deal with alien treats to the imperium

an iqistor doeas not drink acholol

the emperor is both the leader and the god of the imperium he rules with a fair and just hand

the three holy ordros of the inqistion each has a difrent role thier is the The Ordo Malleus which deals with daemonic and chaos threats

thiers the ordo herticus the ordo i am from deals with hertics like unsantioned pskyers
and The Ordo Xenos thier job is to deal with alien treats to the imperium

an iqistor doeas not drink acholol

OOC:

Sorry for the OOC comment but I just could not resist.

The irony of this statement is just delicious and I am glad that this is purely OOC knowlege.



Your Ordo Malleus would want me if they knew I evolved in the Warp millenia ago and was reciently (about 500 years) inflicted with Entropy thanks to Chronosia and MM.

Your Ordo Herticus would want me because I am a Psionic Being and certainly not sanctioned in any way by them.

Your Ordo Xenos would want me because since I am a Xeno and any actions by the other Ordo's would guarentee me being a Threat


You consider us Friends too. Don't you love IRONY?

OOC: I think the biggest heresy is not having a drink after a long day's work massacreing psionic demon heretics from outer space. It's just such a pain in the ass...

IC: Tidus explained his love for his god-emperor and the system of Holy Orders set in place to enforce his will. He understood the words, but some of the content made no sense. Tidus spoke of deamonic beings and the like and Alo wondered if they were related to a few of the skirmishes Culture ships have had with unidentified, but highly aggressive, vessels on the Frontier. Most were small and quickly contained, but they were always perplexing. Alo thought it best not to expound on the Culture's attitude towards psionics, as it would almost certainly arouse the ire of Tidus and the Imperium.

And, of course, he doesn't drink. Alo thought back to his granddad laboring in the communal metalworks with his father in the small, seaside community he grew up in. He remembered him beating, stretching, riveting, and soldering copper sheeting into shape to construct the brewing vessels for the new communal brewhouse. He used to pick him up with sweaty, dirty iron arms and have him climb atop the vessels, to solder some unreachable joint that the machina were too heavy to get to, and would say: 'You'll understand this when yer older, lad, never trust a man who don't sit and have a drink with ya, especially when it matters.'

Alo met the Inquisitors eyes, finding it ever more difficult to relate to this individual on any human scale, and said, "Well, perhaps our good hosts will serve something that better suits your palate. Regardless, I insist upon it being my treat, and I would like to hear more of your people." He then spoke to Lar'Sohn, "And what of your home, Lar'Sohn, do you also serve an Emperor?"

an inqistor is kind of santioned pskyer we are taken on the black ships of the inqisiton to holy terra where the inqisitontests and trains us

Lar’Sohn strengthened her multiple mind shields and created a virtual mind to act as her “normal” mind. She then turned towards the Inquisitor and asked him in a shy voice filled with awe.

“Can you read my mind? Do you really know what I am thinking?”

She shut her eyes tightly and planted a false thought in her mind for him to read.

…I bet he is a fake…

She made sure her real minds were carefully hidden behind her mind shields.

you dare calll me a fake he drew his storm boter

“Well,” said Lar’Sohn with a heart warming smile, “I guess you did win that bet. I owe you an apology. Please forgive me for doubting your ability.”

She did not seem the least afraid the Inquisitor was brandishing his weapon in plain sight of everyone. She whispered to the large Inquisitor loud enough for him to hear her.

“Now put that thing away before you make a spectacle of yourself. You are going to attract everyone’s attention waving that thing around. When people see you with that thing in a diplomatic meeting, they will think unpleasant thoughts about you, ones much worse than ‘I bet he is a fake’. They will not want to deal with you at all because they will think you are too hair triggered and short tempered.”

Lar’Sohn waited a moment to see if he heeded her advice.

As Tidus expounded on this Empire he served, the clearer Alo's picture of it became, and he would certainly include his personal impression in his report to the Central Council. Alo watched the psionic interaction between Lar'Sohn and Tidus with interest. Both seemed to be Attuned; Tidus enough to read surface thoughts. Alo wondered if their Attenuation was the product of training, modification, or genofixing, but he would have to be careful of what he thought: he didn't want to expose more of himself and the Culture than was necessary.

Lar'Sohn's thoughts seemed to irritate Tidus' pride, and when Tidus began brandishing his weapon, Alo quietly, instinctively, prepared himself for combat. He immediately regretted sending the mechanoid Jase back to the Solstice, but Alo was not entirely defenseless. His cloak hid more than his frame and his deft movements beneath it were scarcely noticeable. As the situation before him escalated, he took a single step back, but maintained his normal demeanor as he interjected:

Alo spoke icily; "Perhaps it would be wiser, Inquisitor, to defend your pride elsewhere. None of us came here to make war, but I do believe we are all of us capable of defending ourselves: as individuals or allies against common threats. My advice to you; heed her suggestion lest you find yourself in isolation, at best."

He awaited the Inquisitor's response, every muscle tensed, every synapse focused, his training conquering his fear as he patiently waited the Inquisitor's reaction.

he sighed and thought at the balrogaion be greatfull your kin arnt classed as a threat to us

Lar'Sohn did not reply or even show that she received any message. Actually, she hadn't heard it at all. She had all her defenses activated and was not even "listening" to any psionic activity. She considered it rude to intrude unless asked, such as she had invited the Inquisitor a few minutes earlier.

he turned to the sunya ian he said none but the emperor knows why some are psi senstive pskyers have thier uses in the imperium sanctioned pskyers in the imperial gaurdb are prity weak compraired to the space marine liberains

kabump

Alo allowed himself a sigh of relief and relaxed. But he was angry and frustrated that so few of these foreigners seemed to means of civilized discourse. But regardless of his instinct, he recognized they were archists. They had rules, mores, and imperial honor to defend. They were products of their systems.

"Well, now I pray we've had enough of this contest. Our aims here ought to be productive, rather than using our pride as reason to make violence.", he said firmly.

two space marines aproauched they were wulfens of the space wolves the iqisitor said hail brothers in the service of the god emperor

Lar’Sohn gestured at a nearby table with her hand.

“I suggest we have a seat over there. I have found in the past people are more relaxed if they are sitting down enjoying a good meal while talking. It takes some of the formality out of the situation and allows everyone to relax, unless of course you are eating spaghetti, there is no way to gracefully eat that pasta dish.”

She began to edge toward the empty table hoping the others would follow suit.

the inquistor nooned an said come you two

Lar'Sohn followed the Inquisitor to the table to continue their conversation.