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In the small sphere of Avalas' immediate influence, one of the few Triumph class vessels in service has been prepared in ceremonial and festive fashion. An otherwise dark, looming, and disturbingly Gothic structure has been painted a bright gold pattern framed in majestic lines of red; and delicate, swept, frostings of white. Iron-clad hallways are decked with ribbons and carpet, swaying softly beneath a fantastic, arched, ceiling.

Here, Tintibulus funds and oversees the preparations for the first International Convention of Technology; a bold diplomatic event that bodes all distantly neighboring nations come to showcase their finest in commercial (or simply unpatented) technologies and compare notes with others of the same mind.

Several notable public officials are said to be on-board, though no names have been released to-date. All visitors, however, are clearly welcome - and docking and service is provided to even passerby travelers as the titan of a vessel crawled towards the heart of the Milky Way.

A ship from the Commonalitarianism heads toward this lofty gothic structure. It is dubbed "The Lady Luck", painted on its bow are a pair of dice, a wheel of fortune, three women-- a young human, a middle aged canid, and an elderly worm queen, there is a flag wtih a tortoise on it. The ship itself appears to be a strange amalgam of privateer, salvage ship, and free trader.

A simple hail is sent from its captain, one Sargent Smithers, a neo-canid, "We wish to approach and commence visiting your esteemed establishment." A thin stream of smoke is coming from the cigarillo in his left hand. He is wearing a bright blue tri-corner hat.

A Wasp class Cruiser pops into space near the Triumph class vessal. It halts smoothly, it's crew not even registering the stop. The other ship was hailed:
Greetings, we are the Xiscapians, here to attend the I.C.T., as hosted by Avalas. We will be sending a shuttle with a diplomat and a few more with Techs and Scientists for the Confrence. Is this acceptable?

OOC only commercial stuff that could be sold outside the Void is house hold goods

OOC: They'd want it anyway. They're desperate for new technology.

All surrounding vessels are hailed with a similar message in the common Trade tongues.

"You are free to dock at your leisure. All bays should be reported as open. Please ask for assistance towards the main Lobby if you require it." Accompanying this is, should the other ships be capable of reading it, is a small map indicating a portion of the deck leading to the Main Lobby.

Sargent Smithers comes out of the Lady Luck with his assistant Marcus Ohyes. Sargent is a neocanid in a tricorner hat, bandolier, and kilt, Marcus is dressed rather foppishly in tall boots, black velvet pants and shirt, a purple coat, and a green hat with a tall purple and orange plumed feather sticking out of it. Marcus is leading a strange looking creature on a leash, a Musean Dug-- a cross between a guard dog and a very big beetle. Behind Marcus and Sargent is a large flat floating plate with various boxes and cases on it, that is following directly after them.

They are walking leisurely into the main lobby.

The two shuttles (http://www.revell.de/starwars/reqRessources/img/produkte/abb_imperialShuttle.jpg) docked at the closest docking bay, the Cruiser hovering nearby. The first shuttle lowered it's ramp and the Xiscapian Ambassador walked down the ramp, flanked by four Black Guards (http://web.nafcs.k12.in.us/users/galena/Classrooms/Fifth/student51_Smith_Web/TANNER/Tannerpix/Shadow%20trooper%20II.jpeg). This is Vanadict (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi196.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Faa203%2FTempest_King%2Fkitsune0.jpg&searchTerm=kitsune&pageOffset=10). She is the top Ambassador in all of Xiscapia or her colonies, and the Emperor's close friend. Her non-nonsense attitude and ability to cut to the chase has earned her many friends- and enemies. The next shuttle spilled out 10 scientist's and techs (http://www.gamestar.cz/starwars/jkjo/postavy%5Cimp.gif), all ready and eager to view and try out new technology. Behind them came a fifth Black Guard, effortlessly pushing an anit-grav cart piled high with all sorts of technology. Using the map given to her in the ship, Vanadict led her party to the Lobby, where they saw Marcus and Sargent. Vanadict is too polite, and the guards are too disiplined, by the scientists and techs crack up at the sight of the outlandish clothing worn by the two men. Vanadict silences them with a glance. "This is the main Lobby, yes?" She says in flawless Terran, if not flawless grammer.

The dug starts making sharp clicking sounds "click-hiss-click-click" as Sarge and Marcus move further into the lobby. They call central and ask a basic question.

Marcus says, "Is there a place where we can set up our stand. We would like to start fairly quickly."

Sargent places his hand on an ornate hilt of what looks like a sword in its scabbard, there is a large artificial red gem at the back of the hilt. He takes several more puffs from his cigarillo, it gives off a strange greenish smoke, and smells faintly of mint, nothing like any earthly plant. He wonders about the laughter, thinking --Aliens have such strange ideas---.

Both Sargent and Marcus appear to be armed with both sword and pistol.

Sargent makes a sharp barking command, what looked like two boxes unfold from the float plate into two burnished steel worker droids.

Vanadict was somewhat put off by the human's rudeness. She simply shrugged her shoulders, a human gesture she picked up from being around humans often. Most human gestures (aka rolling eyes, shrugging, sighing, ect) are done with the Xiscapian fox ears or tail. They moved on over to the Lobby desk. "Excuse me, but is there a place where we can set up our equipment and technology for convienient viewing?"

Marcus Ohyes, the human to Vanadict "Ah yes, this is the lobby, please excuse my distraction, there is so very much to think about. He bows slightly."

His teeth glitter with gem chips, there are several ornately carved rings on his fingers, and complex Musean spider silk lace at his cuffs. You catch his eyes for a moment, and notice a slight sheen to them, recording contacts.

"I am Marcus Ohyes, second to Citizen Representative Smithers, my neo-canid companion." He seems to be very intent on keeping track of everything around the neo-canid.

Then a ship six miles long, and two and a half miles wide drops out of hyperspace. The ship is the size of a city and on it is inscribed the word, Prethenon.

Out of the ship flies a shuttle, the shuttle hails the vessel.
"This is the Prethonian shuttle Gramelk requesting permission to dock."

The Main Lobby has been decorated in the manner of a fantastic cathedral; with panes of stained glass stretching the entire width and breadth of the room. A quiet, maroon, ambiance is tastefully offset by the soft brass borders of the room. Many well-dressed and carefully-kept men and women are busying themselves in the room, laying out tables primed with refreshments and helping newcomers set up stalls and rooms throughout the vessel. Various signs were also being prepared as applicants came and left. For the most part, however, the convention was only just beginning - and most of these areas remained empty.

OOC: Galaxy one member? I forget names, sometimes.

There's a very brief alarm amongst the crew as the gigantic ship arrives all-of-a-suddenly and without warning, but no true disruption is to be had, and a monotone, effeminate voice, radios the shuttle - "Permission to dock granted. See port S at your leisure."

OOC no i don't see thyey'er name in the whos posted pop window

OCC: sorry i havnt been around, i had homecoming.

OCC: sorry i havnt been around, i had homecoming.

OOC ok and would mine checking that thread you started

Sargent simply says Pattern S to the droids, pointing out the area to be set up.

He stands around taking some more puffs from his Cigarillo. The droids set up a self-inflating couch, some folding chairs and tables, several very large soft pillows, a green rug with a tortoise, a holodisplay, put out a simple brochure with basic information on the Commonalitarianism, various binders with pictures and holopictures in them. Not knowing what is safe for aliens to consume, they leave out little self-chilling bottles of water in large bowl.

On display on the central table is a very large clear box containing samples in miniature of a variety of products, little salvage space ships, civilian submarines, solar power satellites, industrial cloning vats for producing biomaterials, a paraterraformed asteroid, and various other things.

The binders are rather interesting, each set of binders contains a map of a particular ecology, plants, animals, microbes, insects, and other fauna from a number of worlds, Ganoxa, Gnome, Muse, Paradise, Bluff, and a few newly explored worlds. Apparently they are selling complete ecologies of various types for terraforming, or paraterraforming operations.

OOC: Here is a bit from my freewebs page...

Companies:

Resources and Industry
http://www1.freewebs.com/commonalitarianism/resourcesandindustry.htm

Technological Marvels
http://www1.freewebs.com/commonalitarianism/technologicalmarvels.htm

five Black gothic looking ships drop into known space the biggest one was 6104 then 5227 , 3052 ,2525 and the last one was 1993 meters long
all ship were on black out meaning no radio messages were been sent or been answered

OOC SW Executor class is 17484 meters long

Marcus Ohyes, the human to Vanadict "Ah yes, this is the lobby, please excuse my distraction, there is so very much to think about. He bows slightly."

His teeth glitter with gem chips, there are several ornately carved rings on his fingers, and complex Musean spider silk lace at his cuffs. You catch his eyes for a moment, and notice a slight sheen to them, recording contacts.

"I am Marcus Ohyes, second to Citizen Representative Smithers, my neo-canid companion." He seems to be very intent on keeping track of everything around the neo-canid.
"Pleased to meet you." Vanadict gives a small bow, as is per custom when an Xiscapian meets someone new. "I am Vanadict, Chief Ambassador for Xiscapia." She and her party move off, assisted by Avalas people. They set up several tables filled with technology. Pocket universes, engine mods, personal shields, anti-grav lifts, botany cloning devices, holograms, scanners, sensors, and many more. All non-military, of course.

OOC Oh well, the more the merrier.

A man dressed in a particularly trim royal blue robe made his way to a podium raised in the center of the lobby, one surrounded by tables heaped with platters and condiments, and ringed in turn with rows of stools. He raises his arms, calling for a muted light to fall about him as he speaks to the hushing room. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first bi-annual International Convention of Technology. I'm sure everybody is here for their own agenda, but we're happy to provide the exchange you're after. If you need directions, feel free to ask the staff at our kiosks, and don't forget to help yourselves to the buffet while you're here. If you need private rooms for your exchanges, don't be afraid to ask!"

He smiled happily at the crowds, and descended into the throng of people to tend one of the Avalan stalls. The technologies predominantly featured were the processes behind their exceptional manipulation of magnetics and gravity, metal-processing, architectural designs, and energy storage - with a few vague references to 'The Grid.'

One of the techs wandered over to an Avalan stall, looking over the magnetic technology. "Interesting..." he murmered, turning it over in his hands.

"Ah! Yes; it's our specialty, you see? Makes for wonderful propulsion."

"Hmm...yes. But I suspect that, while it'll get you where you need to go, it has no lightspeed, wormhole, tear or hyperspace functions?"

"Well, er-Lightspeed's a little dangerous. If you run into /anything/, you're, well. Dead."

A heavily modified freighter traveled in transwarp, its arrival at the structure still hours away. It was emblazoned with a Gold Eagle, the Dominion standard, and its holds bristled with equipment and technical displays. It transmitted a simple message to the station:
This is the Dominion Science Vessel Event Horizon. On behalf of the Dominion, we request a large booth at your exhibition. Some Dominion technologies will be displayed and for the first time many will be made available. Await reply.

"It is very nice to meet you as well, Sophont Vanadict. Our droids have finished setting up our tables if you would like, our technology and botanicals may be of interest to your technicians." "What is it that you are seeking here in terms of technology? Anything you might not normally find on the open floors?" He sniffs slightly and hands you a card with a berth number and the location for the ship, the "Lady Luck."

"It is very nice to meet you as well, Sophont Vanadict. Our droids have finished setting up our tables if you would like, our technology and botanicals may be of interest to your technicians." "What is it that you are seeking here in terms of technology? Anything you might not normally find on the open floors?" He sniffs slightly and hands you a card with a berth number and the location for the ship, the "Lady Luck."
Vanadict takes the card and puts it in a pocket in her robes. "Well..." she says, smiling coyly. "We are looking for some new cloaking technology...And, of course, anything to do with shields is always welcome, if you get my drift. In return, I'm sure we have some very interesting technology we could sell you.

Avalan Stall...
"Well, er-Lightspeed's a little dangerous. If you run into /anything/, you're, well. Dead."
"Of course," said the tech. "That's why we use hyperspace. Lightspeed, you said it. Worm holes or tears are slightly unpredictable, you could always end up halfway across the galaxy, or not anywhere at all. With hyperspace, the worst that could happen is an Indirector Cruiser pulls you out of hyperspace. I've heard about an intresting jump drive called the Infinite Improbibility Drive. Some crackpot near the Core's trying it out. But I suspect it's all just rumor's, eh?"
OOC: You'll only get this if you've read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy or watched the movie (the books are better.)

OOC: "Will it keep doing this?" "Most probably."

"Ah. Of...Course. And how does Hyperspace work, anyhow? What is it?"

"Marcus Ohyes, I think we may have something that may help your cloaking technology, it is a special material, a programmable polymer with special properties. It would not be an electromagnetic cloak per se. Please meet me at the ship."

OOC: This is a bit on metamaterials...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12961080/

All vessels who request docking permissions are allowed, at this point.

OOC: My guys are also asking for a large booth as well.
IC:
The vessel dropped out of transwarp and docked with the station. A scientist walked out, flanked by two soldiers. He began looking for anyone in charge, a large roll of black canvas under his right arm.

Several attendance clerks man a number of desks ringing the docking bay.

"Marcus Ohyes, I think we may have something that may help your cloaking technology, it is a special material, a programmable polymer with special properties. It would not be an electromagnetic cloak per se. Please meet me at the ship."

OOC: This is a bit on metamaterials...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12961080/
OOC@Avalas: Lol
IC: "That sounds profitable. I'll do that. Are you looking for anything in particular yourself?"

Avalan Stall...
"Ah. Of...Course. And how does Hyperspace work, anyhow? What is it?"
"Well, in layman's terms, it's simply this: A alternate region of space co-existing with our own universe which may be entered using an energy field (i.e. a hyperdrive). A "route" so to speak, is scouted out by ships and established in a string of coordinates. That was sometime ago, though, and now we just need to put in a string of coordinates and end up in the right place. Naturally, they have to be percise, otherwise you may end up inside a star or black hole or something. The lower the hyperdrive number, the faster the ship. For example, our fighters are a "class 1" meaning that they can go faster than, say, a civilian freighter, which would be a class 4. The fastest is classified, but I imagen it's well below a 1."

IC to Xiscapia: "We have observed the presence of this on several ships in the sector. We do not currently have this technology." Marcus hands you a thin 2 inch by 4 inch datacard with electronic ink. It has a side scroll bar, and shows three different pictures of closeups of a high powered shield piercing ion cannon. "This is what we are looking to acquire."

"Ah." says Vanadict. "I know just the thing. Lead me to your ship, and we can talk business."

Marcus Ohyes, "Certainly, this way, Sophont Vanadict." He begins walking a short distance. There are several power armored guards near the entry way. The power armor is strange looking, it looks like bug chitin in appearance, and gives off a sheen like abalone. The entrance leads into a ship. They pass a bulkhead then down a corridor to a small room with built in computing equipment.

Marcus says, "This room should be good, it is insulated against sensors using the metamaterial. Would you like some water or something to drink?"

Vanadict smiled. "No thank you. What does "Sophont" mean anyway?"

Marcus, "Sophont is a general term of respect for intelligent beings. It is a neutral term without regard to title, species, race, sex, culture or composition." He takes a sip of water.

OOC:Sophont" is a term (derived from Greek) for an intelligent being (including non-human forms of life), most commonly used in science fiction. It was coined by Karen Anderson, the wife of the author Poul Anderson, and used by Poul in various of his stories from the mid-1960s onwards. It has gradually increased usage amongst other science fiction authors.

The trio walked up to one of the desks.

"Excuse me sir, Irepresent the Dominion Science Ministry and Dominion Defense Forces. I believe we put in a reservation for a large booth? I by no means wish to be impolite, but we have quite a bit of equiipment to unload."

Marcus, "Sophont is a general term of respect for intelligent beings. It is a neutral term without regard to title, species, race, sex, culture or composition." He takes a sip of water.

OOC:Sophont" is a term (derived from Greek) for an intelligent being (including non-human forms of life), most commonly used in science fiction. It was coined by Karen Anderson, the wife of the author Poul Anderson, and used by Poul in various of his stories from the mid-1960s onwards. It has gradually increased usage amongst other science fiction authors.
"Ah, we have something like that too. On our homeworld, you must address a fellow kitsune with the word "san" after his/her name, or it is a terrible insult." Vanadict shifted slightly. "Don't mind if I stand, most chairs were not made with Xiscapia hindquarters in mind." she said, referring to her tail. "Now then, can you show me this cloaking device?"
OOC: In Old Japan (and maybe Modern, but I'm not sure) the situation my character just described was true, although I don't think it applied to women.

Marcus Ohyes," This is not so much an energy field as a metamaterial, it combines anti-scanning capabilities with an optical skin, noise, and heat reductive characteristics. The material refracts scanners causing scanners to go around the material, giving the appearance the material is not there, radar, electromagnetic, gravimetric, and a variety of scanners simply do not register the material under normal scanning conditions. Up close it is as if a person is looking at clear glass which casts no shadow, at a distance it is for practical purposes impossible to see. The larger the object is the more visible it is and the harder it is to cloak with the metamaterial. We have used it on up to a corvette size ship. "

He puts on a helmet, it is as if you can see a brief outline of his head in the light, he dims the light slightly, his head is for practical purposes invisible.

"It works well for drones, probes for close up observation. The picture of the close up of the ion cannon was from an observation drone

"We've had optical skin technology for a while, we haven't been able to make it extremely sensor resistant however." This is a picture of early optical skin technology. http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z157/Flatterland/Opticalcam.jpg

Partially activated:
http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/invisibility-cloak-15.jpg

Fully activated:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c1/Gits-katsuragi-camouflage.jpeg

OOC: I bought the technology earlier from Perimeter Defense, this is an upgrade. This is from ghost in a shell.

A well-dressed, unusually eloquent, clerk flashes her perfectly straight and pearly teeth to the representative. "Absolutely, sir. We'll set aside space in C-6. If you need help with the moving, please, feel free to ask."

"Perfect, thank you. As for moving, I think we've got it but I'll let you know if we require assistance."

He turned to the soldiers and nodded. They went back to the freighter and began unloading everthing of anti-grav sleds. The roll of black canvas was hung aboce the booth and unfurled, revealing the Dominion standard (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/gdi.gif). Massive boxes of equipment were moved and unpacked. They were in business.

OOC: Post all the stuff I've got later...

Marcus Ohyes," This is not so much an energy field as a metamaterial, it combines anti-scanning capabilities with an optical skin, noise, and heat reductive characteristics. The material refracts scanners causing scanners to go around the material, giving the appearance the material is not there, radar, electromagnetic, gravimetric, and a variety of scanners simply do not register the material under normal scanning conditions. Up close it is as if a person is looking at clear glass which casts no shadow, at a distance it is for practical purposes impossible to see. The larger the object is the more visible it is and the harder it is to cloak with the metamaterial. We have used it on up to a corvette size ship. "

He puts on a helmet, it is as if you can see a brief outline of his head in the light, he dims the light slightly, his head is for practical purposes invisible.

"It works well for drones, probes for close up observation. The picture of the close up of the ion cannon was from an observation drone

"We've had optical skin technology for a while, we haven't been able to make it extremely sensor resistant however." This is a picture of early optical skin technology. http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z157/Flatterland/Opticalcam.jpg

Partially activated:
http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/invisibility-cloak-15.jpg

Fully activated:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c1/Gits-katsuragi-camouflage.jpeg

OOC: I bought the technology earlier from Perimeter Defense, this is an upgrade. This is from ghost in a shell.
OOC: I love Ghost in the Shell! :D
IC: Vanadict nodded, taking in the demonstration with an approving eye. "I see. This will prove a valuable addition to our forces, as our stealth systems now are merely good. We won't need it for our ground forces, our stealth is already excellent there, but for smaller ships it will certainly work." She reached into her robes and pulled out a small Holo Chip. (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi167.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu155%2FLumpi86%2FIon20Cannon20firing.jpg&searchTerm=ion%20cannon&pageOffset=6) "This is one of the most destructive weapons avaliable, the Heavy Ion Cannon. It's desgined to bypass shields and shut down systems on Capital ships. While most Ion Cannons do little to no damage, this one packs quite a punch, and can destroy gunboats and fighters in a single blast. This, of course, is not advisable, as it is a Heavy Weapon, made to fire at static or slow-moving targets with huge destructive capabilites. The best part is that is shuts down systems inside the ship, so if you need to board no automated security systems will attack you. These guns can be stationed on ships as small a Cruisers, although with a small loss of size and power it could be fitted on somewhat smaller ships. It can also be used as a PDP(Planetary Defense Platform), simular to the MAC platforms." Vanadict leaned against the wall. "Name your price."

Marcus Ohyes, "To cover for a military transaction, we see that you are in need of fuel, we would offer $2 billion universal credits in advanced non-intermittent alternative energy systems at wholesale price, plus the stealth technology for the heavy ion cannons. The systems which we are suggesting are wave turbines, geothermal turbines, distributed small hydroelectric and hydrokinetic designed to minimize damage to waterways, and non-polluting waste to fuel systems. This would explain our little meeting."

OOC: Fuel is one of the imports you have listed in your factbooks. Wave turbine:
http://www.reuk.co.uk/OtherImages/pelamis-wave-power-generator.jpg

OOC: Indeed. While most of our tech is powered by energy crystals, a small amount of fuel is still needed.
IC: Vanadict nodded. "Sounds fair. Give me your account code and the transaction will be half complete. What about the stealth technology and Ion Cannons? We can covertly give them to you here, or ship them to a seperate source."

Once the Dominion booth was set up, it was a formidable sight indeed. The latest in portable sensors were set up and scanning a virtual envirnoment, plasma cannons and torpedoes were arrayed in one corner, and at the center of it all was a massive machine labeled: Dominion SRG Mark X Artificial Wormhole Generator.

There were racks of infantry weapons and a static model of an antimatter torpedo. The real thing wasn't there for obvious reasons. A suit of standard DDF armor was set up behind force fields. Massive holoscreens projected the technical data and specifications for the equipment as well as the latest theories proposed by the Science Ministry. Periodically, it would show footage of many of the weapons in action. A chart was set up on a flatscreen monitor showing the going rates for a number of warships, meaning the shipyards were producing a high enough output to begin opening Dominion ship technology to the galactic marketplace.

Marcus Ohyes, hands her a physical encryption key with an account code. "You will need the physical code key for the transaction. The account code feeds into the Interspace Ownership Bank of Commonalitarianism. "We would like the machine specifications delivered here via computer files. We will send you the design specifications for the stealth technology and the alternative energy products first.. The physical exchange of technology should occur next here. We will bring in the stealth technology with the shipment of alternative energy products. We will also pick up the ion cannons at the same time. Mark the disassembled ion cannons as scanner arrays for telescope parts."

Vanadict bowed. She strode over to a computer terminal on the ship and entered the appropriate codes and specifications. She downloaded files from the Cruiser direct to the ship, specs and blueprints for the cannons. "At 2:00 AM Standard Time a tech will come here with scanner arrays for telescope parts. Once the delievery is confirmed you will send us the alternative energy sources in a series of crates. These will be stored on the Cruiser and taken back to Xiscapia, and 2 Million Galactic Credits will be transferred to your account. Deal?"

Marcus Ohyes, "Yes, the deal is sealed." He bows slightly and takes his hat off bringing it to his chest. He has a waxed mustache, pointy beard, and a head of very long curly black hair.

OOC: The plan should go very smoothly. The crates with the alternative energy products will be very large, brought on contragrav float pallets.

OOC: Smooth as butter.
Vanadict bowed. "It was nice doing business with you." she turned on heel and walked out.

The Announcer from earlier seems to fill the role of the classic nicety of the noble-class. Flitting from stall to stall, the man politely inquires of each display; prolonging their interest in the affair, and jotting down notes when deemed necessary.

Coming to the Dominion's area, however, briefly threw him off guard. Eying the 'generator', he strides quickly up to whoever happens to look in-charge. "Good evening - What do we have here?"

Meanwhile -

Small cameras and bugs had been layered throughout the ship. Those attempting to move deeper into the vessel were discreetly monitored, and all open displays were silently observed.

OOC: The private room was still secret, however.

Marcus Ohyes took a light repast, cucumber sandwiches, a cup of glorp juice, and some strong Musean coffee. Then he went back to his booth to check in with Sargent Smithers, the neocanid, who had taken a few minutes to readjust the furniture, droids never got everything absolutely right in Smithers mind.

Afterwards, he strolled over to the Ruthless Slaughter booth. He watched the theories scroll down from the Science Ministry. He was interested in the latest thing of course. He did not say anything at all yet. His clear recording contacts fed the information by wireless into one of the rings on his fingers.

OOC: Where'd Prentheon go?

OOC: People do that. They'll post, then never follow it up. Just pretend the ship was never here, unless he posts again.
IC: A tech walked over the the Ruthless Slaughter booth along with the Avalan and Marcus Ohyes. "Impresive..." he murmered though his helmet.

The scientist who had gotten the booth set up strolled over to the Avalas representative, "And a fine evening to you as well good sir. I am Professor Michael Hendrics of the Science Ministry, pleased to make your acquaintance. What you are now looking at is the culmination of Dominion faster-than-light travel: an artificial wormhole generator. Necessity being the mother of invention, we needed a way to get vessels from one side of the galaxy to the other. Wormholes were always around, but never stable and rarely let you out at the place twice. We found a way not only to generate them, but factored out the variables and found a way to open a temporary, site to site jump corridor."

He positioned himself so that both the Avalas and Xiscapian representatives would be able to see it and that he made sure he faced forward toward them, out of respect.

"Gentlemen, this just one of the many marvels of a civilization that once spanned a galaxy and you are the first in history to have it made available to you. Before I continue, does anyone have any questions?"

"I have two questions;" said the tech, his voice mechanical though his helmet. "Firstly, is that wormhole technology for sale, commercially or otherwise? Secondly, what is the ratio of destruction of that," he pointed to the antimatter torpedo "to your average proton torpedo?"

"The wormhole technology is indeed for sale, though the only available commercial model at the moment would be advisable for use in capital ships and up, possibly a heavy cruiser. Otherwise we've found it becomes space prohibitive on smaller vessels, not to say you couldn't do it. We're working on a smaller model that should be in production later this year."

He smiled, "As for the torpedo, the warhead is antimatter, canceling out matter in 1-1 ratio. However, by canceling out the matter, namely, causing it to cease to exist, it creates a cataclysmic breakdown of matter in a target area. The more antimatter you load, the larger the yield. We estimate it has the power to severely cripple a ship with full shields and it is confirmed to completely obliterate one with none, having no defense against the breakdown. We only had twenty of these in existence and they are not for sale. Five of them were on our flagship during the final battle at Homeworld when it-,"
He stopped for a second, clearing his throat before continuing,

"Let's just say their destructive capabilities led us to only have a small number made for safety reasons. They are a bit of a double-edged sword: while their power can easily destroy an enemy vessel and severely damage those near it, it does not discriminate should a hit cause conmtainment failure while they are still aboard your vessel. We only carry them aboard capital ships and even then a select few that are modified with extra precautionary measures such as individual shielding for the torpedo rooms as well as incredibly thick armor."

"With your device - are you suggesting that, in theory, a small enough ship /could/ mount it, if it provided the necessary energy? As well, where is the ship while it is in 'transit', and can it interact with others in similar states?

Marcus Ohyes, "Basically two questions. What kind of internal energy field are you using to maintain the integrity of the wormhole? What is your power source for maintaining the wormhole opening?"

"Indeed it would be a power drain on a smaller ship, though it is possible. While in transit, the vessel is in subspace, unable to interact with anything in real space. It can, however, pull out of the jump at any given time with minimal drain on the shields. It is fully capable of interacting with other vessels along the same jump corridor, though we usually never do anything more complicated than ship to ship communication or transferring inanimate objects between vessels. Though it appears stable enough to do so, we do not advise transporting people while in subspace."

"What happens if a vessel leaves the 'corridor', but doesn't pull into 'real' space?'

"Upon leaving the corridor, you should be pulled back into real space. At least we haven't had any incidents to the contrary. It will, however, put you somewhere between your original starting and ending points. This could be quite a large distance to cover depedning on where you were going.
We do not advise it, though, because while you no longer have to worry about plotting a clear course around stellar bodies, exiting prematurely could cause you to reappear inside one depending on where you drop out. Wormhole travel usually takes so little time that you would have little need of dropping out of the corridor. We can span a galaxy in matter of hours with it."

He nodded. "I see. And can a wormhole loop upon itself?"

"You mean being able to go back the way you came or setting a wormhole to open at the point in which it started? You can always reverse course though once again, I wouldn't be sure why you would want to or whether or not your vessel could handle it. Generally they're one way. Theoretically if your ship could handle the immense stresses of turning around at faster than warp speed it would be possible, yes. Personally, no ship I know of can. You would have to wait until you hit point B and open another going back the way you came to safely get back.
As for setting one to open at its point of origin, it is possible, but a waste of power in my opinion. I suppose tactically you could wink out of existence at the point of a weapon hitting and reappear to avoid it."

"And the starting bid is-?"

"I have been instructed to ask for exchanges of technology before moving to credits. However, the base is price at around one billion for the unit itself. Very steep, but then again the technology is incredibly complex and difficult to engineer. We'll include production rights and schematics free of charge plus assistance in setting up the production facility."

The tech spoke up. "I'd like to bid, but I need to know what technology you want in exchange."

The man briefly scowled at the Xiscapian in an uncharacteristic - if brief - show of disdain. Leaning in to the man running the stall, he murmured, "Whatever he has, i'm doubling."

The Xiscapian's sharp ears picked up the mutter. Ha. he thought to himself. Seems I have a opponent bidder.

The scientist smiled, "Gentlmen, please, I'll need to know what it is you are bidding before we can get started. Now, one at a time, let's hear the opening bids."

"Triple the starting."

"Four times the starting, plus one of our brand new A.I. systems."

"Five, three hundred frigates, a factory-moon on the the end of our arm ((Referring to the Milky Way)), and rights to all existing research on The Manipulation of Celestial Gravity - including patents, outside our space, to commercial devices therein."

"Six, 1 Superbattleship (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Star%20Wars/o-sovereignssd.gif), the A.I. system previously mentioned, cloning secrets unique to our species, and limited mining rights to our moon, Kel, which is rich in power crystals, precious gems, and Cortosis."

The scientist was stunned, I was aware we were the only civilization that had unlocked this technology, but I had no idea it would be in this high demand to everyone else...One could start their own civilization with these bids if this keeps up!

Another attendant in the booth typed into a console, opening up a line to the central government.
"Please, put me through to the Finance Minister. Yes, I'm aware we don't normally use currency I'm a citizen too! We have the wormhole generator up for auction and the bids are high enough that I don't feel comfortable with just us delegates from the Science Ministry presiding over this. An example? You'd like an example of how high the bidding is? Try this."

He forwarded the latest Xiscapian and Avalas bids.

"Exactly, please send someone experienced in these matters. We're researchers here to supply information about the technology and make sales, but this higher than we intended."

Amidst the furious bidding, the attendant approached the chief scientist, whispering into his ear, "We've got a delegate from the FM en route to take over, he'll be here shortly."

Nodding and slightly relieved, the scientist diverted his full attention back to the two delegates before him.

Marcus Ohyes stroked his beard and thought an entire civilization willing to give up everything for a believed technological edge. It was an interesting insight. He would not bid on this, he was hoping he could gain insights into the technology and the desperation of the bidders.

Oops:wrong thread

"Ten, Seven Hundred and Fifty Frigates, existing research and prototypes with regards to the Grid Phenomena, all prior offers, and ten commercialized Glory vessels."

"All previous offers, 12 billion credits, prototype engines designed to go at 0.2234 sublight speeds (very fast, in other words), a dozen shipments of Danaversian fire gems, plus all data concerning the Old Empire."

"Son of a bitch." The man sighed a little, closed his eyes, and peered thoughtfully up at the ceiling before speaking - "Twenty Billion, Five Factory-Moons, Three thousand out of five in stock of our premiere company in GDP - That is, mining - , Fifteen Commercialized Glory carriers, free permissions to travel through Avalan space, one thousand frigates, two thousand fighters, blueprints on the "Flachette" round, and working examples of finite field manipulation. This stacks, of course, with all other prior technological offers - and...A radio telescope off of the Observatorium."

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs after the long-winded offer, and glanced over to the opponent bidder, scarcely able to keep himself from sneering.

"Included with this will be a net shipment of six-hundred nuclear cold-fusion generators, scaled towards space installations and city-work, three billion tons of raw iron ore, and temporary access to refining facilities to make use of it. Anything we can't pay up front, we'll sign off whatever you want as capital."

((All major diplomatics 'in the know' would be vaguely aware of the Observatorium. Perhaps, however, not others."

None could see it behind the kitsune's mask, but his mouth had slowly been dropping open as the Avalan recited his offer. Once the human finished there was a second of silence. The tech cursed in Xiscapian tounge and shook his head. He knew when he had been outbid.
OOC: Avalas, Academy of the Rose thread here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=539348), please post in a class that has a thread.

OOC: I don't believe he's in any of those courses. He's there to mooch technology, though, really.

OOC: God. That offer is going to screw the local economy so badly. But they need it. They're probably going to wind up cutting military to cover the costs.

OOC: He is in History and Nations of the Universe, those have threads up. We have an intresting array of students. Some IoM-like, a Coveinent type, a troll, many humans, and some odd teachers.

OOC: Posting in threads shortly.

OOC: Thanks. And you kind of...overbidded. You could have just raised it another billion and I would have had to stop. :p
Someone's going to be very rich.

OOC: Avalas doesn't know what Xiscapia has to bid, and they wanted to make a powerful statement. "I" am not Avalas.

OOC: True, my character expected small-time bids from your character.

OOC - They've got resources. They're just ignorant.

"Going once...Twice...Thrice...and sold the Avalas delegation. Well, I guess we beat out the FM representative. Sir, if you will please giveme the specs on the vessels in the bid, namely, the firgate, fighter, and carrier stats. Our technicians will assist in loading the gernator onto your vessel. Due to its complexity, we'd rather not transport it and risk damage."

Marcus Ohyes smiles and then speaks to the man from Avalas, "We may be able to alleviate some of your economic problems." He hands him a card with a memory chip on it, then walks away.

He blinked as the chip was dropped into his palm, and looked up from it only in time to see Marcus walking away. Not thinking much of it, however, it was pocketed - and he turned to the technician.

"Of course. We'll send you a document at your convenience. Now, as far as transport goes...Certainly, once installed, it can be removed, should we wish to store it, yes?"


Meanwhile, gears turned furiously in the man's head. Hundreds of temporary economic reforms were being written and erased every passing moment. The military that was losing its ships would need to be reassigned to picking up the leading company's losses. They'd have to put it under soon, too, for risk of having it being bought out by the foreigners. He wasn't sure how the ministration would handle the sale of property, but he felt it wouldn't be an issue - for now.


OOC: It's important we do some on the fly history, for something i'm thinking of. Would they have had, at any point, a chance to jack and study a large-scale Avalas-made battery in the past? For ships, that is. When the transfer is made, their primary 'battery' (an obscene, potentially mythic <as will soon come to the factbook> invention), will be replaced with an extremely high-quality, yet otherwise normal, grid.

Also, on the map, we could probably add some 'rings' to represent the moons a good ways 'northwest' of Avalas.

OOC: Being new to the galaxy, the Dominion hasn't had time to observe the tech of most anyone, with their main priority being to resettle and gear up for an incursion back into their former space.
IC:
"Of course," the scientist nodded, "When not actively in use it shuts down to prevent constant drain on a ship's power. As long as you don't activate whil you try to remove it, you should be fine. It has an internal battery that holds necessary power for opening a corridor and stores it until activation. You can manually drain that and pipe the power back into the system for when you remove it."

"Can the battery be fit with a custom design?"

"Provided the connectors are compatible or you have the proper adaptor, I don't see why not."

"Fantastic. I'll let our ministers handle the specifics - be at the stall if i'm, mm, needed."