NationStates Jolt Archive

Humanity is one of the most dominant species in history. While it is dominant it is also anonymous among other species that grace the heavens. However as a nation now becomes more powerful, it has gained the technology to colonise planets and has done so. These are the Londimians, from the planet Londim and before that the nation of Londim of Earth.

The planet of Londim was a large planet that had become the home of the Londimians. The Londimians were a proud people, a critical people, a people not to be taken lightly. Their Earthly nation was still occupied by some Londimians to stop their ancestrial lands becoming the property of another nation. The Three ruled the nation of Londim but they were ruled by Emperor Huchnom , Leader of The Londimians. He sent a message to the rest of the cosmos.



To: All
Subject: A Message to The Cosmos
From: Emperor Huchnom, Leader of Londim

I hoe this message reaches you well. I am Emperor Huchnom, Leader of Londim who's Empire spans a number of planets and a portion of the planet Earth. If this message reaches you, respond. I am opening the Empire to diplomatic talks and maybe Alliance. You may not have heard of us but more will be revealed should you be interested.

"0 replies so far.", mused Huchnom, " I suppose they are not ready for us Londimians. Maybe making our presence felt would be much more effective."

Space Station Talos - *Under Construction*

HMS Scorpion lay connected to Talos, docking rings and various piping linking both the Vanguard Class Battleship and the Space Station like a Foetus and it’s Mother. Except that this time Scorpion was the life line to its much bigger counterpart, command and control systems of the space station were still slaved and construction crews were still billeted on the warship while work was completed.

Rear Admiral Hawkins, a towering, intimidating man and soon to be commander of the state of the art Station stood in the CIC listening to the night watch report.

“What’s this?” asked Hawkins, flicking to the back of the message log he was reviewing.

“Ah, Londim?” replied the haggard officer of the watch, “The message came through a monitoring station late last night, it was forwarded to us as a for your information .”

“Has a mission been sent?”

“No, if you look on... line 1037, the Diplomatic Service signalled that they don’t have any spare personal in the area,” he said, pointing it out on the message log.

“Hummm,” said Hawkins, absently rubbing his chin, “What the status on the LLRTs?”

“Both of the Light Long Range Transports are space worthy, why sir?”

“Muster their crews, and wake Captain Carrington, I want him to put together a Naval Party... I’d lead it.”

“Yes sir, right away sir,” replied the Officer of the Watch as he started to make his way to the ships intercom.

3 Hours later – HMS Scorpion Starboard Flight Deck

“... I cleared it with Sector Command Tim,” replied Hawkins, “We must take the initiative during these times, potential allies can’t be turned away because of the lack of proper resources.”

“I’m worried Will,” said Captain Carrington, “You’re not a young Lieutenant-Commander out to make a name for himself anymore. You’ve got your Flag rank, there’s no need to go off half cocked in the hope of glory and headlines.”

The comment caused the Admiral to stop in his tracks, “Tim, I’ve known you for a long time... Have you ever seen me go off half cocked?”

“Err...” Carrington was cut off before he could continue.

“Besides, it’s a First Contact... You’ve got everything under control here, and the Station won’t be ready to go online for at least another week. Tim Carrington,” he smiled, “We’ll be ok. Now, who have you given me?”

“Like you’ve requested, you’re the Mission Commander. I’ve attached Colonel Shaw as your second and included a few marine parties for security. The rest of the party... its designated 19088 by the way, is made up of the LLRT crews and some support personal.”

“Good, has Scorpion sent the response?”

“Yes, sir,” smiled Carrington.


To: Londim

This is HMS Scorpion of the Wintrees Colonial Navy. As Brothers from Earth we wish to establish diplomatic contact. A Diplomatic party will be dispatched to a suitable meeting place, picked by your ambassadors. Please contact us as soon as possible with a reply.

"Your Highness. A message has been received by Communication Point 12. It is from the Wintress people. They wish to open diplomatic ties with us and request a meeting." said Advisor Klenez.

"Excellent. We shall hold a meeting and I will go myself. Send the message that the meetings will be held in the Imperial Palace in Holis City. I feel this will be the best way to begin talks with potential allies."



To:HMS Scorpion of the Wintrees Colonial Navy
Subject: Meeting
From: Advisor Klenez

On behalf of the Emperor I am happy to invite you to conduct formal meetings. These will be held at the Imperial Palace in Holis City. Accomodation within the Palace will be provided. Coordinates are attached.

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Official Communiqué
Office of the President of the Federation

Emperor Huchnom,

Your message was received by our deep space listening outposts some hours ago, and our response has been debated in the Federation Council since. We have decided to heed your request, believing it to be in good faith and trusting that there are no ill intentions.

Ambassador Pentak has been made aware of this mission and will be dispatched promptly aboard the diplomatic vessel SS Consular, with two starship escorts, on your approval.

Sincerely,

Robert McKinley
President of the United Federation of Interstellar Planets

To:President Robert McKinley
Subject: Meeting
From: Emperor Huchnom, Leader of The Londimians

We arepleased that you accepted the invitation to meet with us President McKinley. Our only ill intentions go towards our enemies and those intentions are never subtle. The meetings will be held at the Imperial Palace in Holis City. Coordinates follow this message.

"Ambassador has beamed aboard, Commander," Lieutenant Commander Pierson announced, from his station on the port side of the bridge. "Captain Kee is greeting him now, he says to take us out."

"Thank you Lieutenant," Commander Watts nodded, placing herself gently into the Captain's chair in his absence. At last, she thought to herself. Her last posting had been as second officer aboard the USS Zheng He, a Constitution-class starship that had only just returned from a six-year stellar cartographical mission in the Gamma Quadrant some six months ago. While she was very glad to be home, she missed the excitement of being off in uncharted space, as opposed to sitting around on a diplomatic vessel. Still, they were headed to a civilisation they had never made contact with, so it could be interesting. "Signal the captains of the USS Santillana and the USS Tarantul, tell them that we're setting off. Helm, manoeuvring thrusters ahead, one half."

"Aye sir," Ensign Dawson called out from the helm. His voice sounded about as enthused as hers - it was even worse for him, for this was his first posting out of the Academy. "Thrusters ahead, one half, bearing 028 mark 0."

"Captain Robinson and Captain R'kan have acknowledged," Pierson called out. "They're moving to follow us out."

"Excellent," Watts smiled meekly. "Signal Spacedock control and ask their permission to depart. Helm, once we're clear of the spacedoors, take us out of the system at full impulse."

"This is Spacedock control, USS Consular your departure code has been granted," a jovial voice announced through the intercom. Watts found it hard to imagine what somebody who spent his days opening and closing doors would have to be happy about, but apparently he'd found something. "Godspeed."

"Thank you Spacedock, Consular out. Ensign, viewer ahead," Watts ordered. The viewscreen flicked on, showing them what was in front of the Consular in real-time as though it were just a window. They were surrounded on all sides by the colossal hull of the Spacedock, a cavernous hangar that held dozens of starships at once, and was illuminated by nothing but the thousands of internal windows and a few spotlights. Directly ahead of them was an enormous set of doors which suddenly lit up, the floor ahead of them beginning to flash with guiding lights, and they began to open. Slowly but surely the doors parted, gaping wide enough to allow the starships clearance room for departure, and gave her the first glimpse of open space she'd had in weeks. She smiled as the USS Consular obediently pushed through the gateway at a gentle pace, coming about once it had cleared the massive structure. Once she was clear, the planet that was visible underneath them soon disappeared from view as her impulse engines fired up, and she rocketed off into deep space.

Behind the Consular, two larger starships emerged from the same doorway, which began to close up again once the latter ship had cleared its influence. Both starships joined the smaller diplomatic ship in pushing themselves off into the distance.

***

It was a ten day journey at maximum warp. Ten looong days. While the Ambassador, a Romulan who seemed determined to be mistaken for a Vulcan, busied himself with meditations and study and demanded not to be disturbed, the rest of the three starship crews had to make do with gyms, books, and the targeting ranges. There were always better ways to spend ten days, but nobody ever said that space travel was always exciting. It wasn't called 'the big black' for nothing after all.

Still, eventually the three starships dropped out of warp victoriously in the star system they had been instructed to travel to, having conquered the distance successfully. The USS Consular took up an orbital path between the Santillana and the Tarantul, both of which made efforts to block the smaller ship from harm with their own more significant masses.

Aboard the Consular, Captain Kee instructed Pierson to open a channel to the planet below just as the Ambassador - mysteriously enough, as nobody had informed him of their arrival yet - stepped out of the turbolift and onto the bridge.

"Londim authorities, this is Captain Kee, of the Federation Starship Consular," Kee announced. "We are carrying a diplomatic mission representing the United Federation of Interstellar Planets, here at the invitation of Emperor Huchnom. Hereby requesting coordinates and permission to beam down Ambassador Pentak and his staff."

LLRT HMS Digger -
“Hatch seal failure on deck two, bulkhead fourteen, Captain,” said a crewman looking up from the FTL panel.

Lieutenant Perkins sighed to himself and reached for the intercom, “Danger control teams to Hatch...”

“74, sir”

“... Hatch 74, abort jump sequence,” he frowned as he hung up the handset, “Sorry sir, we’ll have to restart the countdown at 5 minutes.”

Admiral Hawkins grumbled something to himself from the observation seat before turning to Colonel Shaw, “You were saying Colonel?”

“Yes sir,” replied Shaw, pulling out the Intelligence Brief from under his seat, “As I was saying, we have fairly sparse intelligence on the sector, but what we do know is that Londim is a Human nation and we have their records from Earth which should be some help,” he continued flicking through the file, “I assume you’ve looked over the Diplomatic brief?”

“Briefly,” smirked Hawkins

“Well. Yes,” mumbled Shaw, “They’ve listed what we want from this meeting in the summary, trade and alliances basically, but you better look at it before we go into the talks.”

“Right, hand it over,” gestured Hawkins, before turning back to the LLRT Captain, “Lieutenant, how long?”

The Lieutenant nodded, “Crewman?”

“Danger control teams report that the seal is repaired.”

“Right,” Perkins reached for the intercom again, “Ok people, lets try this again, FTL run up sequences.”

“Board is green, sir.”

“Set Condition 2 throughout the ship,” echoed Perkins throughout the ship, “Prepare to jump.”

Seconds later the LLRT flashed out of existence, reappearing in geosynchronous orbit over Holis City.





To: Imperial Palace
From: HMS Digger

Request landing clearance, we also request an escort to our accommodation as soon as possible.

"Ambassador has beamed aboard, Commander," Lieutenant Commander Pierson announced, from his station on the port side of the bridge. "Captain Kee is greeting him now, he says to take us out."

"Thank you Lieutenant," Commander Watts nodded, placing herself gently into the Captain's chair in his absence. At last, she thought to herself. Her last posting had been as second officer aboard the USS Zheng He, a Constitution-class starship that had only just returned from a six-year stellar cartographical mission in the Gamma Quadrant some six months ago. While she was very glad to be home, she missed the excitement of being off in uncharted space, as opposed to sitting around on a diplomatic vessel. Still, they were headed to a civilisation they had never made contact with, so it could be interesting. "Signal the captains of the USS Santillana and the USS Tarantul, tell them that we're setting off. Helm, manoeuvring thrusters ahead, one half."

"Aye sir," Ensign Dawson called out from the helm. His voice sounded about as enthused as hers - it was even worse for him, for this was his first posting out of the Academy. "Thrusters ahead, one half, bearing 028 mark 0."

"Captain Robinson and Captain R'kan have acknowledged," Pierson called out. "They're moving to follow us out."

"Excellent," Watts smiled meekly. "Signal Spacedock control and ask their permission to depart. Helm, once we're clear of the spacedoors, take us out of the system at full impulse."

"This is Spacedock control, USS Consular your departure code has been granted," a jovial voice announced through the intercom. Watts found it hard to imagine what somebody who spent his days opening and closing doors would have to be happy about, but apparently he'd found something. "Godspeed."

"Thank you Spacedock, Consular out. Ensign, viewer ahead," Watts ordered. The viewscreen flicked on, showing them what was in front of the Consular in real-time as though it were just a window. They were surrounded on all sides by the colossal hull of the Spacedock, a cavernous hangar that held dozens of starships at once, and was illuminated by nothing but the thousands of internal windows and a few spotlights. Directly ahead of them was an enormous set of doors which suddenly lit up, the floor ahead of them beginning to flash with guiding lights, and they began to open. Slowly but surely the doors parted, gaping wide enough to allow the starships clearance room for departure, and gave her the first glimpse of open space she'd had in weeks. She smiled as the USS Consular obediently pushed through the gateway at a gentle pace, coming about once it had cleared the massive structure. Once she was clear, the planet that was visible underneath them soon disappeared from view as her impulse engines fired up, and she rocketed off into deep space.

Behind the Consular, two larger starships emerged from the same doorway, which began to close up again once the latter ship had cleared its influence. Both starships joined the smaller diplomatic ship in pushing themselves off into the distance.

***

It was a ten day journey at maximum warp. Ten looong days. While the Ambassador, a Romulan who seemed determined to be mistaken for a Vulcan, busied himself with meditations and study and demanded not to be disturbed, the rest of the three starship crews had to make do with gyms, books, and the targeting ranges. There were always better ways to spend ten days, but nobody ever said that space travel was always exciting. It wasn't called 'the big black' for nothing after all.

Still, eventually the three starships dropped out of warp victoriously in the star system they had been instructed to travel to, having conquered the distance successfully. The USS Consular took up an orbital path between the Santillana and the Tarantul, both of which made efforts to block the smaller ship from harm with their own more significant masses.

Aboard the Consular, Captain Kee instructed Pierson to open a channel to the planet below just as the Ambassador - mysteriously enough, as nobody had informed him of their arrival yet - stepped out of the turbolift and onto the bridge.

"Londim authorities, this is Captain Kee, of the Federation Starship Consular," Kee announced. "We are carrying a diplomatic mission representing the United Federation of Interstellar Planets, here at the invitation of Emperor Huchnom. Hereby requesting coordinates and permission to beam down Ambassador Pentak and his staff."

The Emperor had eagerly been awaiting the news of any arrivals ad he was not disappointed. He had received word that the ambassadors had begun arriving.

"Reply to their messages.", he ordered.

"This is Holis Space Station. You have permission to send the Ambassador and Staff. Coordinates follow. We hoep you enjoyyour stay."

At that coordinates were sent and the Receiver dock became operational.

LLRT HMS Digger -
“Hatch seal failure on deck two, bulkhead fourteen, Captain,” said a crewman looking up from the FTL panel.

Lieutenant Perkins sighed to himself and reached for the intercom, “Danger control teams to Hatch...”

“74, sir”

“... Hatch 74, abort jump sequence,” he frowned as he hung up the handset, “Sorry sir, we’ll have to restart the countdown at 5 minutes.”

Admiral Hawkins grumbled something to himself from the observation seat before turning to Colonel Shaw, “You were saying Colonel?”

“Yes sir,” replied Shaw, pulling out the Intelligence Brief from under his seat, “As I was saying, we have fairly sparse intelligence on the sector, but what we do know is that Londim is a Human nation and we have their records from Earth which should be some help,” he continued flicking through the file, “I assume you’ve looked over the Diplomatic brief?”

“Briefly,” smirked Hawkins

“Well. Yes,” mumbled Shaw, “They’ve listed what we want from this meeting in the summary, trade and alliances basically, but you better look at it before we go into the talks.”

“Right, hand it over,” gestured Hawkins, before turning back to the LLRT Captain, “Lieutenant, how long?”

The Lieutenant nodded, “Crewman?”

“Danger control teams report that the seal is repaired.”

“Right,” Perkins reached for the intercom again, “Ok people, lets try this again, FTL run up sequences.”

“Board is green, sir.”

“Set Condition 2 throughout the ship,” echoed Perkins throughout the ship, “Prepare to jump.”

Seconds later the LLRT flashed out of existence, reappearing in geosynchronous orbit over Holis City.


"This is Holis Space Station. Permission to land granted. You will have a military escort upon landing. Enjoy your stay."