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A young woman with black hair tied back into a tight bun was standing on a wooden platform in the middle of "Purity Square" in one of the smaller quarters of Urscol City on the planet of Urstania.

She was a short, thin and slender with large hips and chest. She was screaming to an audience of at least 8,000 people standing in the small square. "Purity Square" was one of the smallest public squares in the city.

All the people wore a dark red uniform. It slung tightly to the people wearing it sort of resembling some kind of jump suite. It was the planets uniform eveyone had to wear it. no other type of clothing was produced. Only the military had a different uniform.

The crowd of 8,000 people was a "Spontanous" demonstraion of "Loyal Patriots" to celebreat year 82 of the URSCOL party rule (URSCOL stood for Urstania Collectivism)

The woman was a revolutionary zeal filled woman who was a volunteer at a number of government organizations

The white arm band on her left arm represented that she was a member of the "Loyalty Squad" (people that spied on other people or tought young members how to catch enimies of the party)
The Yellow sash that went down diagonly across her chest showed she was an organizer of the "Young Patriots Brigade" and the small chain around her neck showed she was apart of the "Purity Legue"

She was screaming enthusiastically to the crowd, shaking her fist, stomping her feet on the wooden platfrom crudly constructed for the "spontaneous event"

'Brothers and Sisters today we celebrate year 82 of our party's maginificent rule!'

The crowd of 8,000 raised banners and began shouting slogans, chanting, waving thier fists. The people up the front of the mob wore the same sash, necklace and white arm band they were the most enthusiastic all the time.

'I sister B113K declare that I will continue to serve the party and dedicate my life to the values of URSCOL'

The crowd once again erupted into cheers and chants and slogans.

mechanical hovering Camera's circled the square capturing the enthusiasm af the crowd to be shown on the Wall Screen's as another "Spontaneous show of support"

(Her name was B113K because names were abolished 50 years ago as it promoted individualism and B was the code for the region she was born in. 113 was the order in which she was born for the year in her compound and K was the code of the compound she was raised in and Wall Screens were projections on a plain wall of every flat instead of normal TV's)

Government messages were also blared out over other hovering mechanical devices that stayed in the same position above houses and over neighborhoods to make sure hte government messages got out.

The Planet of Urstania was a flat, dusty and rocky world. Urscol city kept out the dust as a massive wall surrounded it which was heavily fortified. no one knew why the wall was so heavily fortified when the entire planet of Urstania was under the parties control.

Massive screens which were stuck on the side of large buildings recalled memorable events. Military marching music, parades, speeches from senior party members and footage of the Mirus Station.

(The Mirus station is a space station which orbits the planet. the senior leadership resides in this spaceship its a heavily defended fortress in space)

Officially Urstania has no ONE leader. The leader is the party, the collective minds of the party that run the planet. everytime an announcement is made of law is created it is said as
"The PARTY announced today" it was supose to put out the image of a faceless, massive machine that could never be stopped that was everywhere, could never be escaped and was never questioned.

Libraries or "Hall's of Knowledge" as they were called never held books which were older then 15 years old incase the party needed to make changes to History and re-write something to suite the party.

The Official response to the 82nd anniversary of party rule was that

"It sees a prosperous future and many years of progress and stability"

The Planet of Urstania is also opening to diplomatic relations if any other space fareing, or futuristic civilizations would like diplomatic relations.

If your curious Urstania has an isolationist policy though its society may appear militaristic we are not aggressive we believe in a philosophy of closing ourselves up as we are self sufficient what the party controls is all the people need to know we dont need to expand or get involed in a war etc

Urstania also has compulsory military service for most people unless they are the super enthusiastic type.
The military is cut up into sections

Peoples Militia anytime from the ages of 23-40 (Regular civilians who are trained in combat once a week for 3 years)

Urstanian Womans Army, woman from the ages of 19-22 who serve 3 years in the military

Urstanian Mens Army, men ages 19-23 serve for 4 years in the military

We dont have much of a space fleet only outdated space ships. The Mirus space station is like a fortress with a massive gun and turrets on the outside etc
(OOC: as you can see i'm not very good with the whole military thing haha)

The Hall was set out with hundreds of rows of desks. It was inside a childrens Compound, places where new born babies are taken and rasied by the government. Today, despite the anniversary of party rule the children who were dressed in a grey suit rather then the red suit sat at their desks in complete silence. the only noised produced was that of a horrirble females voice coming out of the speakers set in the walls. It was a shrill, nasal voice.

'Work hard for URSCOL. URSCOL is our life. it saved you and raised you. you are not an invididual. the only joy expressed it joy for the party, you are all sane so love the party....' continued the voice

The children still sat still and quiet in thier seats looking down at thier texts books. At the moment the children around the age of 8 were learning hisotry from a government text book the latest edition

'Over 8 decades ago Urstania was a terrible planet. a dusty, rockey slum filled with scun, imorality, murderers and other horrible attrocities. this was all becuase of a disgusting thing called individuality which promoted selfishness. Eventually the people had, had enough of this horrible society and they all marched thorugh the streets and toppled the awful government.
Becuase of that popular revolution led by the common folk we now live in a paradise and we all have rich and happy lives. it is becusae of URSCOL and the party that we have such prosperous and happy lives'

Below the paragraph showed a picture of some tall, handsome and attractive woman and men standing in a line saluting looking healthy, strong and well fed and happy.

Children couldnt question the book. if the party said life was terrible 80 years ago no one was around to question it especially children and so it was a fact. If children were told there lives were rich and happy they would believe thier lives were rich and happy as they knew nothing else etc

(OOC: this is just to show you the mindset of the people of my nationstate and also to try and get over that first 10 posts problem)

OOC: Random diplomacy time, if this isn't what you're after I'll delete this

Pact of Iron Assault Frigate 'Hammerblow', approaching Ustania system

The Hammerblow hardly seemed like your typical diplomatic vessel, with its many guns, thick armour, huge size and powerful shields. Actually, come to think of it, it was the perfect vessel for diplomacy given how violent the galaxy was.

"I'm not sure I entirely agree with this sir," stated Commodore Yuklig as the vessel cruised through hyperspace. It took a brave man to argue with your superior in any military, especially when your superior is a brain that is thousands of years old and encased in a 2-metre tall suit of armour.

"Your opinion is irrelevant," growled Storm-General Beckenbauer. "We cannot spare ships from our conflict with the Tauray Hive, so this will have to do. Believe me, I would much rather be on the bridge of the Zionbane or leading the charge of the Ubersoldaten, but no I'm stuck here engaging in yet another pointless mission that should have been better left to...diplomats." Disgust dripped from his voice, coveying exactly what he thought of diplomats.

"As you will sir," sighed Yuklig, used to such sentiments. It came with serving with the Pact's greatest general, who sadly had fallen out of favour. "We should be here any minute though, I wonder what these people are like."

"They'd better not be Jews, or so help me I'll raise the planet to the ground. The Enemy cannot be allowed to continue to exist!" Beckenbauer roared, slamming a huge fist into a bulkhead and leaving a sizeable dent.

"If they are, I'll let you know right away sir," promised Yuklig as he left the office and headed to the bridge.

Urstanian sensor/radar/scanner/psykers/whatevers would pick up a rather large boxy frigate that had come out of hyperspace and was approaching the planet at sublight speeds that would have them arrive in roughly an hour. The following was transmitted.

Attention Urstania, this is the Pact of Iron. We wish to open relations with your people.

The Grand Galactic Hall was a massive structure near the center of Urscol city.
It was a large dome structure. It was 30 stories high and suposedly had 30 stories underground so really the building all up was a giant sphere just with half above ground and half below.

All research on foriegn races and alieans were done here and interplanetary relations began here.

A woman recieved the Pact of Iron message wishing to open diplomatic relations

She wore the silver necklace of the Purity Legue and she spoke softly and innocently and she was no older then 23

'Brother, I have a message, a foriegn empire has contacted us and wishes to open diplomatic relations'

A man came over who was at least twice her age and held no resemblence what so ever, he was completely grey and had emerging wrinkles

'I'll pass the message up to Mirus the leadership will most probably accept it' said the man pushing some buttons on some large machine.

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Up in the Mirus space station the main leadership recieved the message. They were happy to recieve a freindly message and expressed joy at opening diplomatic relations

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To the Pact of Iron Urstania will be pleased to open diplomatic relations with you. If you are planning to dock on the planet we have a large landing zone near the center of Urscol city or you would like to keep your ship in orbit and be brought abord the Mirus its up to you.

Pact of Iron Assault Frigate 'Hammerblow', in orbit above Ustania

"Sir, message back from the Ustanians," reported Yuklig as he saluted smartly. "Apparently we have a choice of deciding whether we want to go and land on the surface or stay in orbit. I say orbit."

"Orbit most definetely," agreed Beckenbauer. "Take us in."


Ustanians, we will come and dock at your space station.

The 700 metre long ship began to pull into the space station, waiting for directions as to where to dock.

(OOC: Tagged because 1984 meets Brave New World and Anthem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthem_%28novella%29) in future, and I like it, unfortunately, the only "diplomacy" Solar Communes would do is an attempt to "liberate" the planet from the "fascist oppressors" and overthrowing its totalitarian government with a revolution. Fortunately that won't happen because I don't like stomping without being called in RPs, and because their belief in the special relativity is so strong that FTL travel rarely works, with one single exception, and unless this fictional planet is just a few light years away from Gliese 581, I don't think they would ever realistically find it, plus they have a bigger fish to worry about (http://www.nationstates.net/11900/page=display_nation/nation=global_state)(A puppet I did for storywriting reasons). Of course, if you are interested in a "very uneasy truce" possibility, I will post something considering their limitations to realistic science)

(OOC: yes i'm reading 1984 at the moment. I read it once last year loved it so much that I brought it a recently ahahha and yeah Urstania is based on 1984. I friend told me I should read a brave new world but i cant find it)

A large Opening in the massive Mirus Space Station began flashing lights around the side and inside of the large opening to signal to the ship to dock inside it. An invisbale barrier that kept in atmosphere meant it was possible to step out into the massive docking bay.

hundreds of technicians and engineers lined the wall sitting at devices and machines attacked to the walls tending to the maintenence of the Bay.

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The Leadership of the "Living Standards Department" were in discussion in the central meeting chamber of the station.

It was a large round room, sterile grey walls. Dim white lights hnug to the walls and black metalic furnature sat in rows around the round Hall.
Head of the department was making a speech. The hall was only about half filled all the people wearing the dark red uniform

"The biggest problem our empire faces at the moment is our extreme backwardsness. Its no secret that text books are basically obsolete. other empires around the galaxy have datapads and other technological information holders and we still use text books in the Childrens Compounds. For greater efficiency I propose we either invest in greater research and technology or import millions of units of technology. Not to mention how easy it would be to re-correct mistakes in our information (He meant re-writting history)"

The mans speech was cut short. Some senior government officials came into the hall and then after they exchanged words with the speaker he announced

"This meeting is over. Let us leave orderly for this Hall will be used for more inportant business"

With that they filed outside the Hall.....

(OOC: I dont want to be the only civilization in my solar system so i'm thinking of making an RP with a free habitable planet free for people to claim and colonize how does that sound can I do that?)

W989K was a slim and tall man who worked as a regular cleaner on the Mirus Space Station. He was only 32 years old and had served on the Mirus making sure it was clean for almost 2 years. He was a Class C citizen.

Every Person was given a class which related to thier personality.
The most empty headed civilians that were the most loyal, propaganda filled and enthusiastic were Class A.

Class B citizens showed some support for the party, volunteered at organizations but were so Zeal filled as the Class A citizens

Class C citizens were citizens who appeared nuetral, sloganearing and chanting only when it was called for, genuenly people who kept thier heads down and mouths shut

Class D citizens were quiet and more reserved, The party declared this sort of behaviour as eccentric and abnormal.

Class E citizens were never seen in public, they were the ones in the labor camps, prisons or dead or never existed in the first place.

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W989K was sitting on some sort of hovering contraction which he mounted like a ride on lawn moer. It made the metal floors shiny creating almost clear reflections.

'Brother! Brother! Have you heard!?'

yelled a shrill voice from up the corridor.
A small girl with light brown hair ran up the corridor. Like everyone else she wore the tight fitting red suite it was a kind of elastic material which clung tightly to anybody. She ran up the to cleaning machine where W989K was seated

'What is it El' said the W989K to the small girl

Her name was E694L but he always shortened her name and called her El, she hated this

'Dont call me this, Brother! Its bad behaviour, names were eliminated for a reason! I came to tell you of the foriegners entering the station' she said

'Foriegners!? What!? Who!?' he said in shock

Contact with the outside had been completely shut off, no ordinary civilian had ever seen anybody that was not Urstanian before

'Well we should get back to our jobs, I just had to tell you the news' with that the girl walked back down the corridor and The man continued on the hovering cleaning contraption

OOC: Placeholder, will reply later today

Pact of Iron Assault Frigate 'Hammerblow', now docked

"Well," yawned Yuklig as he rose from his chair, stretching and scratching his back. "I guess it's time for some diplomacy. Shall we, Storm-General?"

Without a word the Storm-General began to head down to the airlock. Sighing, Yuklig followed Beckenbauer as he clanked his way down the corridor, forcing numerous scared personnel to jump out of his way.

"Shall I arrange an escort sir?" Inquired Yuklig, already aware of the answer.

"Nonsense," he growled, not looking back. "You and me will be sufficent to conduct such idle chatter. I will leave this pointless tattling to you Commodore, such tasks are beneath me."

"As you wish sir," sighed Yuklig as they neared the airlock. A squad of white-suited Kriegsmarine had errected a temporary barricade across half of the corridor and were pointing their weapons down it, including a tripod-mounted heavy blaster. Yuklig was about to launch a tirade against the SS soldiers for not showing any sense on a diplomatic mission when the Storm-General spoke.

"Sensible precautions men," congratulated Beckenbauer, "most sensible indeed. Who gave these orders?"

"Me sir," saluted one of the Kriegsmarine as he stood up from a kneeling position behind the hastily-constructed defenses. "Storm-Sargeant TK422 reporting. Sieg Heil!"

"Sieg Heil indeed," echoed the Storm-General, raising his right in salute as well. "Make your men ready to come through in case we need you, though I doubt we will. Let's go Commodore, action without delay." And with that the 2 metre tall figure of the Storm-General strode towards the airlock, which hissed and opened. He strode out into the hangar bay, Yuklig behind him.

What the inhabitants of the bay would see would be a large ammount of steam, through which a huge metal figure (http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a246/doomboy536/super_soldier.jpg) would stride through, closely followed by a man wearing a military uniform. (http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a246/doomboy536/admiral_piett.jpg)

The workers in the red uniform standing lined up in the bay say the dominaring and powerful figure of the huge metal figure followed by the man in the military uniform.

'wait for them to approach, greet them politly, escort them to the central meeting chamber then leave the reast to the party leadership'
thought the central figure of the line of men, he was thinking the instructions over and over, never in his life had he meet a foriegn race or outter world inhabitants.
He was a small weedy man, thin, gaunt in his cheeks though he had a head full of thick black hair and he had bushy eye brows

The central meeting hall wasnt to far away from the hanger. Down one long corridor leading into some lavish waiting room with the wallscreens which led into the large round chamber the party leadership had already occupied some of the central seats on one half of the hall where they waited for the team of men to escort the Pact of Iron leadership

Hangar Bay

Upon seeing the dignitary approach, the Storm-General cried "attention!" Both of the men snapped their heels together, straightened their backs, raised their right arms in a perfect Roman salute born out of countless hours on the parade ground and uttered the salute of the Skgorrians, a cry that had been passed down from their forefathers on distant Earth.

"SIEG HEIL!" They bellowed, the Commodore crying it at the top of his lungs and the Storm-General using his vox-amplifiers so that the deck itself shook with his voice. They would then offer their hands in a handshake, introduce themselves and would follow the official to the meeting room.

The Commodore felt a beep in his implanted comm system and activated it, seeing a text message from the Storm-General. The system was only for the upper echelons of the Pact of Iron command structure and select special forces due to the fact it cost more than a squadron of starfighters, it came in incredibly useful in certain situations.

A CURIOUS PEOPLE, TO BE SURE. THIS MAN SEEMS RATHER INSISTENT TO NOT TALK TO US.

INDEED STORM-GENERAL, BUT LET US MEET THE LEADERSHIP BEFORE FORMING ANY HARD OPINIONS.

COMMODORE, IF I DID NOT KNOW BETTER, I WOULD CALL YOU A DIPLOMAT

At this Yuklig would chuckle, and presumably his escorts would wander why the man was laughing at apparently nothing.

When the party reached the meeting room, they would repeat the greeting that they gave in the hangar bay. Storm-General Beckenbauer would lower his volume, but only a little.

OOC: Quick in n' out,
Wow, Skgorria, I've never met anyone on NS who's ever played RTCW, let alone use one of the characters as their own.

That's a Ubersoldat prototype, right?

OOC: At last, someone who recognises the source material.

RTCW is an awesome game, shame on anyone who hasn't played it. It's so utterly ridiculous, but you have to love it :D

Yup, Beckenbauer is an Ubersoldat. I think it's a regular one, not a prototype, but I could be wrong. It's the best one I could find :(

The people in the hall sat down after the greetings and got themselves comfortable. The most senior party members sat close to the center of the round hall with the Foriegn party to sit oppisite them.

A round man stood up and faced the Pact of Iron Representatives, his face was severly lined and potmarked.

'Greetings representatives of the Pact of Iron, We are the leadership of Urstania and of the party. We would like to open diplomatic relations with the outside galactic community, We can discuss many things in this hall but first a question to you, what is your greatest concern or what would you like to address first?'

Yuklig was glad that they had been welcomed so warmly, but one thing was bugging him. Why had they not stated their names? Did they hold some paganistic beliefs, like the Pardack, that by giving an outsider their names that the outsider would gain power over them?

No matter, thought Yuklig, focusing his mind on the task at hand.

"We would know of your government, your people," he demanded clearly as he took a seat. He saw that Beckenbauer had not sat down and turned his head towards the Storm-General.

"Sir, would you care to take a seat?"

"Not before I know the nature of these people," rumbled the Storm-General, keeping his empty gaze focused on the Urstanian delegation. "For all we know, these people could be Bolsheviks, or worse Zionists." At this, Yuklig buried his face in his hands in despair.

Bollocks bollocks, it's happening again he cursed silently.

The round man with the potmarked face stood again

'Our Planets ideology is the values and philosophies of URSCOL. It stands for Urstanian Collectivism. We believe Individualism is a evil thing which promotes selfishness, crimes, descrimination. Independent thought would of destroyed this society. Since the revolution we have worked to create a paradise, we have crushed individualism, we have eliminated names, created uniformity and order and the Party will forever strive to create the perfect society'

The round man turned back to the rest of the party leadership then turned back to the Pact of Iron representatives

'As for Religion, it has all been abolished, religion does not exist on this planet the only worship tolerated is the worship of the Ideals of URSCOL. All other ideologies such as communism, capitalism, right-wing, left-wing, those old beliefs were left behind on earth, URSCOL is native to this planet'

The round man took a pause then began agian in a more stern and serious tone

'Urstania is controlled by the party, We have created an atmosphere and society that is contsantly filling the people with zeal, The Party decides and controls everything from what architecture and buildings should look like to how many babies we are to produce each year. Nothing failes us, Information is controlled by the party, everything about this planet is controlled by the party, nothing escapes us... Is there anything else you would like to know?'

At this, Beckenbauer fell completely silent. Is that good or bad? Yuklig wondered briefly before continuing.

"Well, your ideology is certainly..." Yuklig searched for a word, "...interesting. I do have a question though: surely you each have individual designations, so how is that any different to a name?"

OOC: Yup, that's a prototype.

The round man stood once again to adress the question, he looked quite puzzled

'Individual designations? what does this mean? Depending on where you are born and what childrens compound you were raised in and the order in which you were born in the year you are issued a code. However we mostly refer to eachother as brother or sister... here I will explain to you our parties full goals. Currently the party is the adhevise that holds the society together, we are marching continuisly in unison as the collective. On earth I'm sure you've heard of a bug of some description called the ant. Its a harmonious, industrius insect thinking together as one unit. The Queen is the reason the colony survives, its the same case here except with the party instead of the queen. We have almost abolished all aspects of the family. There is no need for family although we create an atmosphere where your society is your family like the ant colony where all the ants come from one mother. This is why we all refer to each other of brother and sister, to create the atmosphere of the society being your family. Children are taken from birth and raised in government compounds. The party is even on course to abolishing marriage and when that is gone the family would be destroyed. After all of our policies and ideas have been implemented we would of created a paradise society of unity where they will be no need for recreation, the only recreation will be activities sanctioned by the party. All the ant thinks about is the best interests of thier colony and queen, we want to create a society where our subjects only instinct is to serve the interets of the party and society, I could go on about our caste system, the class system and such but those can be addressed later, any other questions before we get down to business?'

The round man sat down, he always loved talking about the Party and its functions, as a child in the special Children Compounds for "Children of the Party" that is children born into the party he was always the most fanatical and political obsesed

A small nation, really, this Urstania. Celebrating their birthday with great pomp and zeal, convinced of their greatness, in the grand scheme of things they were like dust pressed against a black cloth. While this this was certainly true of all nations regardless of their size, considering the awe-inspiring vastness of the cosmos, today the small nation of Urstania had attracted an inordinate amount of attention through their bluster.

Towards the outer edges of their star system, a deep black hole spread open in perfect silence, blotting out the stars and generating a significant gravity well. It had no special effects, no multicoloured light shows or clouds of pretty gas, it was just a black spot of nothingness, only visible to the naked eye by the absence of stars in its place. For a moment it seemed to pulsate rapidly, and something emerged from within its dark centre. Something large. A Strogg Dreadnought, a rare and unnerving sight to be sure, rapidly burst from the black hole, its long, irregular hull emerging gradually from within as though it were being born. When its swirling dark matter engines finally appeared and the ship was clear of the hole, it slowly shrank into nothingness and disappeared, as though nothing had ever been there.

In its place resided the Dreadnought. Its dark-grey hull, constructed from a thick, hardened tribinium alloy, appeared to have been designed with nothing but practicality in mind, aesthetics being thrown out of the window in the process. Irregular and asymmetrical in shape it was several kilometres long and had modules and arrays jutting out all over its otherwise smooth shell. Its bow looked somewhat like the head of an axe laid vertically, with the rest of the ship tapering off from it, and there were no windows to be seen. Indeed, if one weren't looking for it they would be forgiven for missing it in the blackness of space, although its powerful core - a singularity matrix - would certainly be visible on even the most basic of sensor arrays. Capable of facilitating the harvesting of entire worlds single-handedly, the Dreadnought was thankfully a rare sight.

This particular Dreadnought had been on a harvesting mission only a few lightyears from the system when it caught wind of the Urstanians and their shindig, and came most promptly after it had completed its primary task. As a result of this task, it was now carrying a full compliment of Strogg. While having little interest in festivities, the Strogg always had interests in assimilating new information about other cultures, and establishing positive relationships - partly for the sake of having allies, partly with the goal of learning how they 'worked', and partly with the hope of leeching some voluntary hosts from them. Sick, crippled, terminally ill - many cultures had good reason to volunteer for Stroggification, and it was a lot less resource-intensive to acquire volunteers than to forcibly harvest worlds.

It took only a couple of minutes for the powerful engines of the Dreadnought to propel it towards the inner planets of the system and enter into the vicinity of Urstania itself, at which point it entered into station-keeping mode and slowed to a relativistic stop. It took the Strogg within a few seconds to collaborate with the collective on Stroggos Prime and assess the best course of action, and once they had made a decision they broadcast a message to the space station that orbited the planet.

"We are Strogg," came the transmission, which sounded like many voices speaking at the same time. "Input requested. Exchange?"

Meeting Room

Yuklig's jaw dropped in shock, and for a second he felt his tongue might fall out as well. He didn't know what was more mad - the crazy ideology that this man was spouting or the fact that they seemed to live it. As a proud National Socialist Yuklig believed fervently in the race and the people, but also in the strength and determination of the individual. To him, the Urstanian ideology sounded exactly like a form of Marxist-Zionism, only worse.

"Urm...," he mumbled as he searched for words, "moving swiftly on. What business would you like to conduct with us? I have been given the full authority to negotiate trade deals and diplomatic exchanges between our peoples. Is there anything you need or want?" At this, Yuklig's commlink began to beep.

"Commodore," stated Beckenbauer suddenly, "we have a situation."

Pact of Iron Assault Frigate 'Hammerblow', now docked

The crew aboard the Hammerblow were able to pick up the transmission and the duty officer wasted no time in calling red alert.
"Contact the Commodore at once!" He bellowed, slamming down on the alert button. Sirens wailed as the crew scrambled to their duty stations. Off-duty personnel reported to their duty positions as fire-fighting teams scrambled to unravel the hoses and other fire-fighting equipment. Naval troopers, Kriegsmarine and a few Ubersoldats took up positions to repel boarders.

(OOC: I dont want to be the only civilization in my solar system so i'm thinking of making an RP with a free habitable planet free for people to claim and colonize how does that sound can I do that?)

OOC: That's definitely a plan. Get all kinds of people riled up, as though habitable planets weren't abundant enough that NSers practically shit them. Yes, I'll be trying to murder/steal it if you do this. Probably with my puppet, but still.

'We would like to conduct trade, we are interested in the area of importing greater technology, friendly relations is a goal of the party. Mainly we dont have much to export though we are keen to buy new technologies that is one of our greatest prioriteis. other than that I hope we can preserve peace and good relations, I'll let your team debate this with eachother or what ever you choose to do' said the round man.

In the loading bay the transmission of Strogg's ship was picked up

'You are granted permission to board if thats what you were requesting'


allowing foriegn ships to bord the station wasnt dangerous to the party. Should any hostility break out the head leadership "Top 4" (which were the 4 most powerful people, the 4 people that knew the true nature of thier society) they were never seen by anyone. held in lockdown in secure lavish rooms in the southern section of the station. If fighting ever took place on the station thier secured rooms can eject and head for the planet and it was them that was in possession with the self destrut button's to the station.

The top four were only known to party members. regular citizens knew nothing about thier existence. the 4 only give orders using comlinks to the "Leadership" which was the party that did what ever the 4 ordered.
real power was held by the four though the power of the party was almost equal to the 4's power

Darkness prevailed within the bowels of the Dreadnought, challenging even the blackness of space. Only minimal lighting existed for those units which functioned with the visible light spectrum, which cast strange shadows from their unusual placements in the floor and in alcoves on the walls. Strogg of all shapes and sizes, ranging from two-legged humanoids to six-legged aliens and modified beings milled around through the corridors and facilities of the veritable city ship, maintaining their strange blend of organic and mechanical technology constantly to keep it functioning at peak efficiency. The main control room, a relic of the time before Strogg functioned as one, was one of the busier places. Small hovering drones buzzed around as they carried out their never-ending duties of maintaining the ship's systems and even the Strogg themselves, using a variety of tools as they hovered between systems.

"Exchange confirmed," said one of the Strogg, speaking as many and one. "Lifeform status: humanoid. Transportation of humanoid unit for efficient communication facilitation."

"Affirmative," more voices, from another unit standing nearby. "This unit shall transport to station." It turned, and made its way towards the main transportation systems. It stepped onto a large aparatus which seemed to consist of two lenses, one on the ceiling and one onto the floor, tucked away into an alcove off the main control room. Almost immediately sparks of light appeared as the whole room was illuminated brightly by the column of energy which suddenly shot out between the two lenses, engulfing the Strogg unit with light and sparks. When it died down, the Strogg was gone.



Somewhere within the Urstanian station, the main hangar where everybody else was meeting presumably, a similiar bolt of light lit up the room, sparking and humming loudly. It flashed there for a few seconds before disappearing, leaving a Strogg standing in the steaming spot where it had been.

Now in the light of the hangar, the Strogg was more clearly visible. Machine merged with life in a most disturbing fashion. Its pale, bloodless face had apparently been removed completely to allow for components to be inserted into the skull and eyes, and then grafted back on afterwards, with electronics clearly visible behind its ragged edges. Its teeth had been re-inserted to its mouth as well, probably to give it a more 'natural' look for encounters such as this. Whatever changes had been made to his torso could not be seen, as thick armour plating had literally been welded onto it, covering it completely. Given that it didn't seem to breathe, it seemed likely that the changes were quite extensive. 'His' lower arms had been replaced with mechanical arms, presumably to give it greater strength and resilience. The majority of its legs had also been replaced too, leaving only small stumps of the original organic limbs. The unit was armed with some kind of personal defence weapon, though the thing was stored securely in an alcove on its thigh.

The final result was a mutilated, seven-and-a-half foot 'man'. 'He' was probably far more capable than he had been as a pure organic, but, from an outsider's point of view at least it didn't look like a whole lot of fun. Her certainly wouldn't have any luck with the ladies at any rate. Though despite the hideous method with which his cybernetic components had been incorporated with what was left of his body, he did not appear to be in any pain, if they could experience such sensations anyway. 'He' was a misnomer anyway. Even if Strogg recognised gender distinctions, it seemed unlikely that there was anything of that particular part of his anatomy left to make a distinction.

Its metal feet slammed down onto the ground as it took a couple of steps forwards from the hissing burn mark, turning its head from side to side as it surveyed its surroundings. It moved its glowing red eyes to look at the personnel who milled around, and focused in on them.

"I am the Strogg," it said, with the voices of many, after spending several seconds scanning them. Cocking its head to one side, it quizzed, "Input?"

A small man, went pale as he faced and intimidating strogg, he gulped

'Yes, Welcome to Mirus Station... I'm sure you would like to discuss many things, follow me..s-sir, we have a negotiation room set up'

the small man led the way, he geastured to another man to keep him company he obviously was a bit scared to accompnay the strogg by himself.

The Negotiating room was not the large circular hall in the center of the station where there was currently another meeting being held but instead was a smaller room. A large, black circular table was in the middle, a group of representatives was already seated on one side of the circular table. they waited for the Strogg and the escorts to arrive.

OOC: Sorry, but will have to pull out due to demands on my time now that I'm running an RP. Apologies

(OOC: thats fine :P)