NationStates Jolt Archive

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A message to all goverment in the galaxy from the UCAFU Department of state.

The United colonial alliance of the Federal Union realizing the threats posed by rouge nations and larger alliances with agendas, has realized that an alliance must be formed to provide an alternative to these styles of imperialists actions, agendas and rouge nations. This is why our country is calling for a conference of all civilized open minded governments to form an alliance based on neutrality under standing , communication, technological advancement and defense of our allies, we will not tolerate warmongering and uncivilized nations who's sole goal is to dominate and destroy. This meeting shall be held on the planet Torm , directions will be provided in this message.


Planet torm that same day; the air was humid, the sky was blue with wisps of clouds, the sun light beat down on the massive city, the glimering chrome and white structures reflecting light off as they rose over the thick steamy jungle thousands of buildings massive and small crowded in to a large valley, highways and mag tubes intersected every area. there was a large conference dome in the center of the city rising up on a massive complex of buildings, its roman type structure dotted with massive statues of dragons on the four corners, the main dome was glimering crystal, Its orate glimering roman like lower structure rising above some newer Terran buildings, its golden arches moving around, this... was the temple of the dragons , built many.. many years before most peoples time.The star port was several mag stops away from the central building on the other side of the river.

"well it could be worse. we could be out of dip..." said a young skinny man peering over a massive table with all sorts of food, glasses, wines, and drinks, the room was large the floor was black marble the pillars gold, the massive dome over head letting shimmering bright sun light, hit the area, the lights were ornate cathedral like chandeliers hanging from crisscrossing pillars, there were massive dragon statues, dragon hieroglyphics, and canals of crystal clear water flowing in ditches around them and some pillars, massive hallways lead to massive doors that open to an elevator that leads down to the lobby. The man stood there looking at it, a black haired bearded, tall blue eyed man stood behind him cutting him off before he spoke again.
"Dot bloody focus on that focus on the debate table!" maxwell sighed again his eyes peering over to an even larger table, looking over to it he sighed wandering over walking past servants and personnel.

Security was tight , armed marines could be seen all over the place, and troops could be see patrolling the roof and the room, they're black helmets, and black body armor intimidating , they stood holding there rail rifles and particle impact rifles looking around, holding them pointed down.

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Any one was invited, however there we're some guest that are already going to attend.

This alliance would be called The United federation of planets

It was an ominous day for the diplomatic envoy of Flaming Souls. Not knowing the details about what was occurring at the Hyperion Shipyards and Terra Prime, as they were some of those who were dropped off by the Unnamed before it went on its way. The diplomat, Duncan Irailiun, was escorted by his handpicked security detail consisting of five Soulian Space Marines (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d114/FlamingSouls/sec3.jpg), who were replete in their armor and armed with standard issue bolters. After a few minutes of standing around trying to figure out what the entry process was, they simply waltzed into the domed area, with the SSMs keeping a respectable distance from Duncan. Looking around the area Duncan couldn't help but wonder at the excessive opulence displayed here. His eyes continued to scan the area for some time.

A communique was recieved over diplomatic channels and piped directly through to the President's office. Generally these types of messages would be either ignored or sent to a separate wing of the Communications
Hub. This, however, was different.
With the Dominion in a state of conflict with the Shivans who yet again threatened humanity, friends would be a good thing. Not to aid in the war, as the Dominion could always handle itself, but as a possible refuge should things turn for the worst. Despite being a superpower, the Dominion had only recently resurfaced and their latest technology was only on par with if not maybe worse than many other nations.
The President was quick to draft a response.

We are very interested in joining your Federation. We will be sending a vessel to the coordinates given. ETA will be roughly five hours pending a clear wormhole jump corridor.

The President then pushed a button on his console and sat back. Two minutes later a man in his late fifties wearing the uniform of a Dominion Fleet Admiral walked down one of the raised causeways of the First City Government Complex to a waiting Phoenix dropship on a landing pad.
Though Gerard DuGalle had the option of using one of the many executive shuttles, he preferred traveling in the dropships of his early military career.

He stepped aboard and strapped himself in as the engines fired up and the craft ascended up through the atmosphere. It matched the resonance of the planetary defense shield and phased through it. It came upon a massive hub of orbital activity. Smaller vessels were darting amidst the medium sized freighters and passenger liners. Orbital space stations were over every region all dwarfed the massive starbase that served as a military fleet resupply depot as well as Orbital Control for all of the interstellar traffic. Periodically a shadow would be cast over the scene as one of the large military vessels cruised past. Once warmongers, the massive Dominion Starfleet instead of being decommissioned was used for policing purposes throughout the sector under its control.

It was at one of these behemoths that DuGalle's craft made for. A Raven (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/p2prototype.jpg) class capital ship. It was the smallest ship with an artificial wormhole generator at 3km long, 1km tall, and .75km wide. It was outfitted with a large array of weapons that were rarely used but still ready to react on a moment's notice. Not the best way to make a peaceful impression, but it would have to do.

The dropship landed in the hangar bay and DuGalle stepped off and strolled to the turbolift. He paid no attention to the other five dropships and fifteen fighters. As soon as he reached the bridge level he had to submit to a brain pattern scan as well as DNA sampling. Another throwback to the Dominion's previously warlike nature. He was admitted to the bridge and laid in a course for the planet Torm. A corridor was cleared and moments later a red vortex opened up in front of the Raven. It slowly slid into the maelstrom which shortly after closed.

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A good distance from Torm an identical vortex opened and the ship cruised toward the planet. As they approached DuGalle opened a channel.

"Planet Torm, this is the Dominion Starship Golden Eagle. I am Fleet Admiral Gerard DuGalle of the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter. I request permission to attend your conference. We wish to join your Federation.