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The system was over looked, discarded, abandoned by pretty much everyone in the Milky Way for the fact that barely four light years away existed a Black Hole that sent gravitational waves through the system. Yet despite this, a single planet managed to exist in a relatively stable orbit about the star, while the others went wandering through space to become boiled or frozen. It was the perfect place to set up a forward base for a new power in this galaxy…

Under the guise of the existing gravitational anomalies, the Empire was able to set up a base for exploration within the discarded system they set up a base on the stable planet, five million members of the Sertian Empire built up a fortress at the base of the largest mountain chain on the planet and started the process of creating a planet suitable for the Empire, a planet that would act as their base of operations within a new galaxy.

Finally, after months of toil they finished the base and began to look outward. Their mission simple at first, explore the galaxy and take notes for a future invasion.

Personal: (five million in total)
-3.5 Million Sertians
--1.18 million members of the Cult of Searing Flame
-1.5 Million Lessies
--.5 million humanoids
---1 million anthros (.3 million being Riplard mechanics)
-Commanding Officer: Admiral Trilano (Wraith)
--Lieutenant: Templar Alexander of the Searing Flame (Templar)

Space Vehicles:
-Two Phoenix-Class Cruisers
-Three Phoenix-Class Destroyers
-One Phoenix-Class Mobile Fortress
-Four Fighter Carriers
-Eight Interceptors
-Fifteen Landers

Land Based Infantry and Vehicles
-Three Thousand Spider Droids
-Two Thousand Buzz Battle Tanks
-Twelve Hundred Herald Medium Battle Tanks
-400 Ravager Mobile Launcher Platform
-200 Dragoon Destroyer Tanks Mach II

-Four-Thousand Sertian Troopers (Class B)
-One-Hundred-And-Fifty Thousand Sertian Marines (Class A)
-Five-Hundred Sertian Commandos (Class S)
-One-Hundred-And-Twenty Sertian Dragoons (Cultist of Searing Flame)

-Five-Hundred Drag’lock Blademasters
-Two-Hundred And Thirty Selac Troopers

Aerospace Vehicles
-Nine-Hundred And Fifty Light Drakes
-Four-Hundred and Twenty Harpy Intercepters
-Three-Hundred Grand Drakes

ICBM/IPBM (on base, not on space ships)
-Forty Star-Fusion Missiles
-Thirty-Five Tri-Plasma Warheads
-Twenty AEF-EMPs

OOC: Can anyone tell me where to make a post for the Sertian Dossier? ^^;

Welcome to the galactic playing field, im the Alliance of imitated worlds, but i advise you, and be careful who you fire at. my factbook is in my signature if you want to know more about me.

OOC: Welcome to NS, you are off to a good start.

IC:

A passing Techar probe made note of the new civilization.

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IC:

Space started to twist, swirling in a fabric of space-time that literally melded two dimensions. For a very short few moments, a light more intense than Earth suns radiated the region of space, then it vanished. In its place flew a magnificently old Hailstorm-Class Battlecruiser (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679193&page=1#1103680906), dating back even before the Galactic Republic. These ships were primarily used now for Federation scouting missions, and this one was no different. The system in question had been designated T-564 according to Galactic Records, sitting at the far reaches of space where the territories of the United Terran Federation and the Galactic Federation meet. Military top brass hadn't seen any viable use for it, seeing as the UTF wasn't a hostile entity towards the Federation. The Colonial Authority had simply overlooked it.

Captain Jamey Foster had been a devoted commanding officer in the Galactic Naval Fleet ever since the Imperial Empire Wars. Fifty-two years of service, his age showing on his face and gray hair, had given him ample time to see a retirement worth that of the wealthiest Anagonian. Numerous military awards and ribbons were on his uniform, from battles and situations long past. He was a hero, a legend, one of the best. And overdue for said retirement.

The Admirals had given him three choices five years ago. Retire into history a hero, go behind a desk to tutor the next generation, or continue in the Exploration Fleet. Jamey wasn't one to sit on a beach on a vacation planet, and sure as hell wasn't one to sit behind a desk. So he chose the ultimate, most boring assignment in the known Galaxy. He chose to explore. Not for the sake of the military, but for the sake of science. In all his years, all his decision, all his thoughts, he began to curse himself as space materialized into being from the bridge.

"T-564's black hole is still active," said a bored science officer at her position forward of the command deck. "Nothing unusual."

Jamey was ready to Sub-Space out of this place and call it a win, if win was even in the Exploration Fleets vocabulary. He scanned his bridge, seeing the aged appearance of metal and outdated officer consoles. His seat was near the back of the open expanse, literally where everyone could see and hear him. Beside the Captains chair sat two consoles manned by a Droidekan officer and a Komodren officer. To the forward, and a few steps below, was three consoles manned by the helm, communications, and science in the middle of the trio. Forward of that was Novarium-Clear Metal, used as a see-through substitute to glass and allowing holographic images to trace up through live optics to give a live feed.

Jamey's ship, the Intrepid, was one of only fifteen still commissioned in the Hailstorm class. It was truly a museum piece.

"Alright, let's-"

Jamey Foster was interrupted by his science officer, who looked at him as he lazily sat back in the Captains chair. He immediately looked down at her as she spoke.

"Contacts," she said, "Microwave Sensor Arrays are picking up a large outpost and possibly minor contacts surrounding it."

"Why didn't we notice this before," Jamey asked with a overly excited voice. He cleared his throat realizing his mistake, but the science officer overlooked it.

"Gravitational waves from the Black hole." She shrugged, "Evidently they masked a build up of some kind."

He nodded, "Keep us a good distance away, helm. I don't want to be noticed until were asked." He grinned, "This is, technically, disputed territories between the Terran and Galactic Federations."

The Intrepid ignited its fusion drives to begin a slow arch keeping a wide orbit from the newcomers. The turrets were not pointed, nor was any evident shielding or weapons systems. As far as anyone else was concerned, Jamey's Battlecruiser looked like it was passing by.

Task force 0910 Border patrol log Commander James Harriman reporting:
So far, we have encountered nothing on our patrol, no new signs of threat , or any sign of life, the UTS Lexington will continue its sweep of the area, and launch probes to see if any things out there, should we come across something contact procedures will be initiated… Commander Harriman out..


The young commander placed his smooth white hand upon the holographic display, shutting down the recording device, he sighed as he swiveled his leather like command chair around the well lit bridge of the cruiser, his hands were resting on the armrests of the chair, his blonde hair was well kept his blue eyes peered out in to the holo monitor, the vastness of space engulfing his soul, he was lost in the endless vacuumed as his hands fisted gently, suddenly his tactical officer turned over, the monitor started to blip ever so slightly, his young tactical officer said with a crisp voice.


“Sir, our probe is detecting activity several light years out of our border, it’s hard to tell what due to the gravitational interface, but something is definitely there.”


Harriman swiveled over he nodded silently as his telepathic connection to his crew and ship via cyber link, conveyed everything , his tactical officer nodded looking back to his holographic console, the AI appeared with a smug look over her face she started to speak.
“So you wanna go out there eh? I can do that for you”


she said as her body was bathed in light she turned over looking up suddenly the ship started to power its jump drives, the UTS Lexington was back up by attack ships and several Typhoon HMAF units. Its massive grey shimmering body suddenly disappeared in to a rotating grey vortex of crackling energy, its body shimmered ominously as it rushed in .The ship traveled through void space, a golden hue over is grey gray rough hull, James sat back on his chair, his hands folded on his lap, his blue eyes peering out to utter nothingness not even a star as his ship travelled between the cracks of universes, suddenly another vortex opened up with In the system, the attack ships and Typhoons came out first, the massive 1.7 km cruiser behind, its ominous form floating over the smaller destroyers and HMAFS.
James stood up adjusting his blue uniform his hand placed upon the holo console; the bridge was Still well lit with a slight blue hue going over its smoothly decorated metal marble like walls and floor. He coughed a bit as the communications array activated on all frequencies, but suddenly as he was about to speak , he saw republic ships in the area already floating in to the system, he raised an eyebrow.


“Well” he said and then continued on “look like our friends are already here, well send everyone a message!”


He said with a rather upbeat voice his hands moving back down to his side s as he started to speak the C & C array coming online.. his voice was rough yet diplomatic at the same time as he started to speak, his hands now folding in front of him.


This is the United Terran Ship Lexington, to unknowns, we have detected your presence along our border and wish to ask who you are and if you have just arrive bid you welcome to the milky way, we mean no harm and wish to open communications with you, now to our republican allies, we are pleased to see we are not the only ones here with peaceful intent, as you know many nations wish to see new forms of life destroyed, we can arrange a meeting on the Lexington if you wish to engage in first contact operations


The com cut, he just stood there waiting, his hands crossed behind his back he smiled a bit as he paced around his busy bridge, he sighed a bit thinking back to his academy days, for some reason it was rare now a days to see a new species, especially in this galaxy, he was excited to say the least but also wary incase this was a trap or some hostile force, the cruisers shields were activated, as only a protective measure.

The solar system was definitely strange to say the least, stars rippling like water bent in an ocean from the gravitational waves that radiated outward, sparing nothing but a star and its closest planet which happened to find an eddy, the waves would force most pilots to keep on their toes, unless they wanted their ship to be slowly town apart by the stretching and shrinking of space. But, inside the eddy, the new found ships were safe as they seemed to be clustering around a small point.

So it would be that Admiral Trilano was planet side, sitting safely in the hidden fortress built into the base of the mountain system, with the landing bays and other ‘surface dwellings’ disguised in the pathetic excuse of cloak technology the Sertians could muster - but it did the job without a close inspection. So it would be that he gazed at the holographic in front of him created from the Sertians plasma technology, noting the passing by of a probe several hours ago and then, within near minutes of each other, ships arriving from different directions.

“Looks like we’ve been noticed…” he’d say in a voice lower than what most would expect from a near human. Then again, he wasn’t exactly an average Sertian either - to the disdain of his sister. He was a Wraith, an unfortunate consequence of an error in the Sertian genetic code coupled with just the right amount of boons. Because of his unfortunate mutation the irises of his eyes, his strange (to the Sertian Culture) long hair, and the neck stripes of his mostly non-tanned skin were of a deep shade of black. But he had long since learned to live with his deformity, and other consequences that came with his condition.

“Let’s send out a greeting,” and so he would place his hand, decked out in the military armor he wore constantly, into the holographic and various command options would come up. Usually he could just talk to the program assigned to assist in strategic endeavors, he preferred the more direct method. “To these targets,” he’d say once he’d clicked on both the probe, the near-derelict ship, and what seemed to be the command ship of the group that had come in opposite the old one.


Back in space, the targets of the Admiral’s command would be greeted by a beam of radio messages delivered in simple binary. The code was out dated for Sertians, who were out pacing the basic computer code when they first started to reach outward from their home, but it was the most effective and usually best way to communicate with species that might not even share a language. The message was simple, at first some data about mathematical formula and the deca numerical system the Sertians used, followed by a message repeated in all known languages the Sertians knew.

One such language, Sert, sounded almost exactly like classic English except with a few accents here and there, “Greetings from the Sertian Empire. This outpost is on an exploratory, and peaceful mission within this galaxy to try and discover the roots of our civilization. We do not mean you harm, however we have no qualms about defending ourselves if need be. We are far from powerless.”


Back at the Admiral’s desk, his eyes would blink open from the short term meditative sleep he had induced upon himself after sending the message. For it seemed, shortly after he had given the order to issue forth the message another one was received by the Mobile Fortress. Glancing at the desk, he’d give a lazy stare as the computer analyzed the message, before playing it out for him.

“So… We’re in the middle of two allied nations. But they seem peaceful, they could be a problem in the later stages of our expansion. No matter, at least we can use them to divert any other nations grounded in this galaxy from rooting us out so easily, and maybe the Empire could use some allies for the time being…”

One such language, Sert, sounded almost exactly like classic English except with a few accents here and there, “Greetings from the Sertian Empire. This outpost is on an exploratory, and peaceful mission within this galaxy to try and discover the roots of our civilization. We do not mean you harm, however we have no qualms about defending ourselves if need be. We are far from powerless.”



The Probe's computer was beamed by messages. The probe sent the radio messages back to its headquarters on the planet, Hurtrix. The Techars back at headquarters read the messages one by one, and found the message that the Greal Empire could understand.

“Greetings from the Sertian Empire. This outpost is on an exploratory, and peaceful mission within this galaxy to try and discover the roots of our civilization. We do not mean you harm, however we have no qualms about defending ourselves if need be. We are far from powerless.”

The probe's headquarters send a message to the Greal Congress and informed the president himself, the President began drafting up a message to be sent to this new civilization. After 5 hours of thinking of a message, the message, written by the president, was put into a computer which sent out a series of messages in different languages, including "english".

The computer then, sent the message to the probe, which after a few minutes sent the message which read:

"Greetings Sertian Empire, this is the Galactic Empire of Greal. We are willing to help your empire discover your roots of your civilization, and in exchange, we would like to sign a trade treaty with your empire, and possibly invite your empire to became one of our allies."

OOC: My factbook is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=550436) if you want more information on my empire:

Jamey Foster raised a questionable eyebrow at the appearance of the Terran Federation ship, and the message that was sent from it. Questionable to say the least. Although the Pre-Galactic Republic and the Terran Federation shared enormous wealth in trade and economic surplus, military wise they shared little to nothing. They shared diplomatic dialog at the beginning of the century, too. But now, since the Galactic Republic reformed into the Galactic Federation, everything but trade had ceased.

He looked at his arm-chair console and typed in a few commands. A small computer console flipped up from behind his Command Chair, the older version of the now-abundant Holographic displays many Captains enjoyed. Swiftly typing in a personal response, he sent it on its way.

Attention Terran Federation Ship:

This is Captain Jamey Foster of the Galactic Federation Starship Intrepid, on patrol for the Federation Exploration Fleet.

Although I personally respect your decision for hosting a diplomatic conference, I have decided to send a message to my superiors concerning this first contact and will, at a later time, decide when to meet them. Since this is shared territory between our two empires, I will gladly allow you first dibs.

Until then, I will monitor events from here.

A message appeared across his console from the outpost in question, his science officer looking back in unspoken questioning. He shook his head, now wasn't the time. This was disputed territory, not legal obligation of the Exploration Fleet. James would send a notification to Command about the situation, and have them send someone to tend to this situation. Until then, the Intrepid would slowly travel in silence, not saying a word, only waiting.

James smiled at the message but frowned at the refusal, his eyes slid across to the other message from the foreign power , as he read and heard it he chuckled a bit, he waved his hand and suddenly the screen turned up, he stood there peering in to it sending a video message to all


We are glad to hear you accept our peaceful intentions, we wish to meet one of your kind face to face, and wish our allies could join us, however for now it looks like it would be just us discussing and debating.

To greal
I do not believe the Terran Federation have met your people before, we would be honored for you to join our conference , so we would get to know one another.


The com cut, he sat back down on his leather like chair he smiled a bit raising his hand to his mouth as he leaned back sighing… it was waiting now, HMAF’s had formed behind the cruiser as a sign of peaceful intent, weapons powered down but shields still up, the ships floated and rumbled in to the system ever so lightly, their engines spewing a stream of white black particles behind them, their bodies ominously shimmering with in the light of the system, the gravitational interference still messing sensors up. However the tactical officer was confident he could get a lock if things went wrong.

Space was vast and empty around the system… for now it was only these four nations …

To greal
I do not believe the Terran Federation have met your people before, we would be honored for you to join our conference , so we would get to know one another.




The probe picked up the second message and sent it back to headquarters. The Headquarters was confused with the message a little. The Probe intercepted another message back from headquarters to be sent to the Terran Federation.

To Terran Federation

We would like to know when the conference is, so our empire can attend the conference.

It's not really hard to figure out where people are, in an age like this. Almost every system within a few thousand lightyears had some form of Realm probe travelling to it, from time to time and when you factor in the rather large base, masses of ships - based on sheer power output, it was likely that a ship would come looking.

It was better than admitting that the Realm had something of a compulsive spying problem.

Massive probe-networks, necessitated by the war with Fleetmind Kara, had picked up the ships almost immediately, dismissed them as non-Fleetmind vessels, but the data had, eventually, been sifted through, and a diplomatic corvette had been dispatched. Her name was the Varangia, though that probably wasn't going to be overly important to any of the participants in this apparent dialogue.

Her captain, Jaer Nehd-Harris, had been sent out on a diplomatic mission, mainly because of the loss of so many fleet assets early on in the Fleetmind War. With the majority of the fleet's firepower now either under repairs, or under construction, many of the naval personnel had been grounded. As an exceptional Eighty-Fourth Lieutenant of the Battleplate Aristedes, which had been ceded to the Republic, he had been given command of his own ship.

The Varangia's form rippled as she crept into reality, and Jaer took another deep look at the sidearm he'd been issued with. Though, on one hand, he wasn't really sure if he was allowed Allanean weaponry, it wasn't as if there was an AI constantly monitoring him, now he was off the Aristedes.

He grinned as the sensors changed.

"First Lieutenant Ledenya. Kindly note that we are now within the zone identified by our mission. I am initiating contact now, kay?"

"It really spoils the effect, Captain."

"The 'kay'?"

"Yeah. Couldn't we just salute?"

"..kay."

He laughed, saluted lazily, her conditioning bringing her hand in front of her forehead in record timing.

The message, then, was flung out to all and sundry in the region - there was no need for security when it came to simple diplomatic missives.

Greetings. I am Captain Jaer Nehd-Harris, of the diplomatic craft Varangia. I note the presence of two known nations in this region - the Federation, and the Anagonians. May I enquire as to the identities of the others?

Always looking for a chance to expand their Market-base The Garbage Men, an inter-stelar, inter-galactic corporation outside the bounds of any out-dated concept as known as "Government" , though in true fact the corporate structure provided a political structure eerily similiar to that of the old medieval European Feudal lords.

Information about the Sertians had filtered through a number of contacts, primarily the Terran Federation and those from the "Realm". And so a Customer Service Team made up of 5 representatives, who specialised in various aspects of handling waste, well, all bar one, Kendill, Kendill or "Ken" to those that were close to him, was the leader of this slightly rag-tag bunch.

A ship slightly larger than a standard Corvette appeared in the system arriving in a fashion suitable for the temporary wormhole that it's engines created to get there.

A message was broadcast to all and sundry, particularily noting the nations that they had not yet properly met yet, probably there was some kind of un-official TGM activity in them anyway. The Message Read.


To Whom It May Concern;

We are a Customer Service Team from The Garbage Men a group of Intergalactic professionals in the dealing of waste, garbage and other areas where Sanitation and cleaniness is a must. We would like to enter into discussions about what our corporation can do for you. And as such we have heard rumours of a conference. Is this true and if so we would like to attend as to better explain just what we can do for you all.

Thank you
TGM - Your Friendly Sanitation Providers


The last line was seemingly added automatically by some kind of automated system, the voice was seemingly very organic, mimicing an accent perfectly from what one might of said would have been a "Mid-western" American accent. Or at least what it was in the 20th and 21st Centuries.

The spatial rift crackled and contorted under the sudden and unequal gravitational pressure on the one of its two ends, the black hole's powerful ripples disturbing what was already not the most refined of traveling apparati. Smaller rifts attempted to open at various points around the massive central portal; some were successful, and hurriedly spat out ragtag-looking battlecruisers before snapping shut. Others, not so much.

"I said full forward helm!" yelled Merrakesh Haraldsson, captain of the battlecruiser Victim of Circumstance. "The rift is open, take us the hell through it already!"

"And I already told you," his helmsman yelled back at equal volume, "there's a shit-ton of gravitational interference on the other end that's preventing the rift opening from stabilizing! You wanna get accidentally cut in half if the portal decides to destabilize completely? Be my guest! Sir!"

"Battlecruisers Blaze of Glory and Supreme Irony have made successful rift transfer," reported the cool feminine voice of Arsinoë, one of the thousands of AIs that piggybacked on Aletes vessels and on the Aletes' mobile homeworld of Eos itself.

The report was audible across all of the Aletes' communication channels, and thus was heard by the Aletian Commander-Captain Rhadamanth Archaios on the command deck of his flagship, the Undefinable Principles. The flagship was holding position a kilometer off the surface of Eos, intending to slip through the artificial moon's gargantuan spatial rift instead of generating its own; but even Eos' massive rift generators were having trouble securing a solid foothold on their destination.

"Hot baby Jesus this is annoying," the normally ribald and jovial Commander-Captain groused, scratching his short but robust beard. "See if you can bounce a signal through to Yngvar," he told his communications officer, referring to the captain of the Supreme Irony. "I wanna know what the hell is on the other side that's giving us grief."

On the other side, the two Aletian battlecruisers that had made it through thus far were surprised to see a great deal of activity at their destination. When your jump coordinates were decided by your Commander-Captain throwing a dart at a chart of known space, the odds of stumbling on something like this were fantastic. Yngvar and his fellow captain of the Blaze of Glory knew they wouldn't have to hail anyone; the god-awful fireworks display of their attempts at reentry were enough to attract all kinds of attention.

Odd… Seems like a lot of people are discovering us at right about the same time,” the admiral would say once more to himself, at the various displays of information and holographic representation of ships, “Perhaps the gravitational disturbance wasn’t as good a cover as we thought. Maybe next time we should set up near a Pulsar, see if that scrambles most of their sensors… Although it would back lash against ours too.” However, lost as he was in his thoughts about a second operation, he had to deal with the matter at hand. Given this number of people, he deemed it would be safe to keep their operations planet side a secret and pretend to be a space exploration fleet setting up a rely node in the system. It made sense, because currently construction was underway for a station to be built around this planet to repair and refit, perhaps even construct, more warships.

Acting on his plan to keep the Sertian ground forces secret he would tap the Battlefield Display Unit’s hologram once more, “Computer, page Templar Alexander for me. Tell him to deactivate the weapons on the MF and to prepare ports…” he trailed off as he examined the map once more, deciding just how many visitors they might have, “Prepare ports one, three, five, seven, nine, and eleven for visitors. Prep the command room to house a minimum of thirty people. Please put the station on blue alert, and give all soldiers orders to not engage unless that alert is lifted or they’re fired upon.” After he finished speaking, the computer would let out a simple beep to announce the message was being carried through. Until then, he decided to take a more direct communication with Alexander.

Tapping the hologram once more, another list of options would appear. Filing through these, he would eventually select a list of commands that had the battle field representation replaced by a bust of his lieutenant. He, like most Sertians, wore short hair and his armor was crafted after gold and white coloration. His was a different style of armor, noted by the wing motif on the shoulder pads and the emblem of a Phoenix crafted into the right one, as well as the fact it didn’t have a built in plasma-sword like most. Instead, Alexander carried a portal plasma-sword that was kept at his waist and a plas-pistol occupying his other. “Yes Admiral, I received your orders. Is there anything else you require?”

“Yes… I’m leaving it up to you to negotiate and talk with our new ‘friends’. While one offered his ship to be used for a forum, there may be a few to many members to house within a cramped ship compartment. Offer them the use of the Mobile Fortress for a meeting ground.”

“Yes Admiral, is there anything else?”

“Yes… Do not give away the fact we have units stationed on the planet. Until I say so, you are the commander of the Sertian Exploration Fleet and so far we’re building a relay station for further exploration deeper into the galaxy. I believe you can handle everything from there, yes?”

The Templar would give a nod, before signing off and getting to the duties he was assigned - leaving the admiral to ponder the next series of events.


Back up in space, the Templar had already began preparing the ship. It would be obvious to most parties now within the system that the largest of the vessels around the planet, specifically it looked like it was a mobile space station. Symmetrical around the core and seeming to have twelve ‘bulges’ around the central ring, the Mobile Fortress was a vessel designed to act as a defensive base for a planet yet not grounded as most defense stations were. After the preparations were finished, the shiny armored lieutenant sat down at the center desk of the room that had been prepared to take in all the delegates.

It was a large room, about twenty by twenty meters in dimensions with almost nothing in it but chairs. Unlike the device based on the planet, the Battlefield Assistant Unit here was built into the ceiling above them, allowing the tactical analysis to be played out without occupying space. A useful commodity, since Alexander was now using the holographic interface to send out a message to all interested parties in the system, only giving it once in Sert and including the holographic data for his own bust.

“This is the Supreme Commander for the Sertian Exploration Fleet, Templar Alexander. While we would normally accept the offer of using your vessel as a staging grounds for discussion, it appears we’ve got a few more guests that your ship might not be able to handle. In accordance to this, we’ve powered down the weapon systems of our station as a sign of friendship, and beckon everyone to dock and join me. We’ll have escorts ready to guide you to the conference room, and while they will be armed they have been given cease fire orders, meaning that their weapons will be unloaded for the time being.”

He paused for a second, seeming to glance at something off screen, as if he was expecting some one else to show up. “The docks that have been prepared for you will have an magnetic identification code, and the plasma-lighting will flash blue. We also give our word of honor as soldiers that we intend to keep this a peaceful meeting, so you need not worry about a trap. After all, if you all disappeared I’m sure your nations could wipe out our little space fleet pretty quick in retaliation.”

“This is the Supreme Commander for the Sertian Exploration Fleet, Templar Alexander. While we would normally accept the offer of using your vessel as a staging grounds for discussion, it appears we’ve got a few more guests that your ship might not be able to handle. In accordance to this, we’ve powered down the weapon systems of our station as a sign of friendship, and beckon everyone to dock and join me. We’ll have escorts ready to guide you to the conference room, and while they will be armed they have been given cease fire orders, meaning that their weapons will be unloaded for the time being.”

He paused for a second, seeming to glance at something off screen, as if he was expecting some one else to show up. “The docks that have been prepared for you will have an magnetic identification code, and the plasma-lighting will flash blue. We also give our word of honor as soldiers that we intend to keep this a peaceful meeting, so you need not worry about a trap. After all, if you all disappeared I’m sure your nations could wipe out our little space fleet pretty quick in retaliation.”


One moment, the probe had no ship nearby, next there was a blue flash, then it was a Frimtrix Class Cruiser, the Passion, dispatched from the 4th fleet to make contact with the Sertian Empire. On board was the best Greal diplomat, Sider Remetrix.

As the ship approached the dock, it sent out the following message to the "space station."

"This is the Galactic Empire of Greal, our ship, the Passion, will be docking shortly with your mobile space station."

The tiny corvette spiraled down towards the station. Unarmed as it was, the only possible weapon it had was the fusion reactor that took up the vast majority of the ship's mass. That, however, was running on minimal power.

It docked, quietly, and Captain Jaer Nehd-Harris walked out. There was only a crew of three on his corvette, and it was generally better to keep some crew onship, just in case their hosts decided it would be a fine idea to "salvage" some technology. Not that it would happen, he thought, but protocols were protocols.

He inclined his head gravely to the first being to meet him off the dock.

"I am Captain Jaer Nehd-Harris, of the Realm. Greetings."

James saw the message on screen, he wrapped his arms around himself, he looked at his xo and nodded , saying with a rather commanding voice as he stood there looking out to the large ship with in the darkness of space.

“Let’s go for it, I want a group of 6 marines with AR-15’s”

The xo nodded he said as he saluted the commander. “Yes sir ill gather the marines”
James was a no bs diplomat, he gets strait to the point, he was young in his mid twenties, one of the youngest commanders in the fleet, he smiled as he moved his gloved hands to his side turning around wandering out of the somewhat large blue hued bridge , his feet tapped upon the metal floor. On his way out through the long winding utilitarian halls, several marines flanked him from each side, his XO an older man was next to him as well, the marines gear jingled a bit as they marched along the hall way.
The tactical officer, who was in command while the commander and xo were on their way to the other ship via transporter, had recorded a rather short professional message, letting the other parties now how their delegates would be arriving.


The message they sent read:
Our delegates will be arriving with six marines, via inter dimensional transporter, so do not be alarmed by the flash of light they will arrive in.

The message was indeed short but sweet, the tactical officer sat back in the command chair looking out in to space, almost the same way James would have, a grin came over his pale face his finger taping along the rough leather like armrest. Mean while James and company had arrived in to the transporter room. The marines got on first standing like sentinels with their AR-15 in hand fully equipped with grenades and personal force fields as well, though unknown to the others, this was standard procedure.

James and his XO followed suit, their personal fire arms different one with an (Rail pistol) RP-190, and a .390 – RAR (Red stone advanced rail revolver), they stood looking forward the transporter officer nodding a bit as James waved his hand through the air, suddenly they were engulfed in a large white blue light their bodies transported in a bubble of oxygen through dimensions in a split second to the landing bay ,the marines around them already , their rifles drawn yet pointed down.

James looked around the ship his blue eyes panning to see anyone else….
Meanwhile the Lexington had rumbled to a stop its engines gleaming with a white and blue particle stream behind as it maneuvered around, the portentous body was slightly luminous due to the hull materials reflecting some of the sun light. It rumbled forward, Tactical officer Monroe had stood up again walking around the rather busy Terran blue and white bridge. Monroe had always wanted to command a star ship, and he was well on his way, he was a highly decorated officer in the Terran fleet, and he was already in line to promoted to second in command , as the current XO was being bumped up to command the Repulse. He smiled his mind rushing with thoughts of command and battle and glory.

Mean while the rest of the crew were somewhat calm, even though many nations had jumped in to the system, none of them seemed to be a threat, the light show provided by the Aletes ship, did not go unnoticed by Monroe, he stood up and said to the AI.
“Open a channel to whatever the hell caused that”

a blip was heard and a channel was open. Monroe looked in to the screen starting to speak with a rough diplomatic voice.

“This is Lieutenant commander Eric Monroe, of the United Terran Federation star ship, Lexington, please identify yourself…”

The message ended, Eric stood and crossed his arms over himself waiting..

Luckily for the teleportees, part of the preparations for docking included dropping all shields around the docking platforms. Even then though, it was likely a transportation might not have happened at all until the shields were dropped, since transportation systems generally waited until they could get a lock before flinging their crew members through the void. But then again, the notification would have also allowed them to drop the shields for the transportation to follow.

But the troopers and the commander would be greeted the Sertian escort party, particularly two Drag’lock Blademasters on either side of a humanoid dressed in a dark-green body armor, in fact the armor was old fashioned camo colored and covered just about every inch of his body except for his head - since the helmet was instead strapped to his back. He looked almost exactly like a human, if it wasn’t for the feline shaped eyes, blue hair and blue stripes around his neck. Topping off the small devision, was four more standard issue Sertians in the same camouflaged armor, two on the outsides of the Drag’locks.

“Greetings, I take it you are the representatives of the Terran Federation?” the humanoid in the center asked, looking over the marines and the commander being flanked by them. Giving a small chuckle, perhaps finding understanding or seeing the display as laughable he’d turn and begin to walk. “Come come, the Templar Commander is waiting for you all, your friends - or perhaps just companions of this galaxy, are being lead to the conference room as well.”

Fanning out from the officer that was leading them, the Drag’locks would move to guard either side of the hallway he had walked into. They were menacing creatures at first, standing between 2.3 and 2.6 meters tall and seeming to take after wingless dragon kin. Their limbs were bulked by muscle, allowing them to use with high strength alloyed blades which where their trademark weaponry. As for armor, unlike the full protected humanoid Sertians they accompanied, the Drag’locks wore patches of armor, namely on their chest and other vulnerable areas such as the shoulders. Other than that, they seemed to make use of some sort of black, thread like material for protection.

The Sertian Troopers remained as they were, probably meaning to come in on either side of the marines or to follow up behind them, leaving the Drag’locks in front and the officer leading them on.

“Come come now, don’t be late.”


“Greetings Jaer Nehd-Harris,” this time a female officer responded, guarded by only three troopers and some sort of furred being. The Sertian Troopers were fully decked out in their armor, helmets keeping their faces hidden - but the officer, like her protégé, kept her helmet strapped to the back of he armor. “If you don’t have any problems with the atmosphere nor gravity, it would be best to answer our Templar with immediate haste.”

Turning, it was revealed the officer was different from the one that greeted the Federation by the Phoenix like emblem embedded into her shoulder’s armor. She also seemed to be more direct, walking immediately off into the hallway leaving the four people accompanying her to escort them. One of the Sertians seem to blink, before shrugging at their companions who moved to the hallway, intending to guard either side of the group. However, the furred creature strolled forward to introduce himself, and perhaps apologize for the court actions of his superior officer.

“Sorry bout that, Cultists tend to be to the point about military affairs. Don’t mind them though, most of the Sertians here aren’t members,” the furred creature was strange by far, seeming to be a cross between a rodent and a fennec fox. Large ears slopped its head, and adding to the long, sniper-calibrated plasma weaponry that hanged from his back it was easy to see such creatures were most known for their senses and agility. “Anyway, we should start to follow her before she starts calling down the wrath of fiery vengance upon us all,” the anthro would chuckle at his own joke and nod for the two who were coming to go ahead, leading him to bring up the rear.


“Roger Passion, there will be five Sertian Troopers and one officer waiting to guide you to the conference room. If you experience any trouble with the gravity or atmosphere of our facility, please notify us immediately,” played a message given from one of the pilots currently assigned to doc number 5, the one the Greal ship was heading towards. The dock was large enough to house small space craft inside, and because of the magnetic field that prevented air molecules from leaving allowed the hatch to remain open if need be. However, doubting the Passion was a vehicle of the size needing it, magnetic tow-couples were prepared to anchor the ship to the facility to prevent it from drifting off, if need be, and a significant portion of the hatch was opened for whatever docking apparatus the Passion would use to transport their people over.

“Roger Passion, there will be five Sertian Troopers and one officer waiting to guide you to the conference room. If you experience any trouble with the gravity or atmosphere of our facility, please notify us immediately,” played a message given from one of the pilots currently assigned to doc number 5, the one the Greal ship was heading towards. The dock was large enough to house small space craft inside, and because of the magnetic field that prevented air molecules from leaving allowed the hatch to remain open if need be. However, doubting the Passion was a vehicle of the size needing it, magnetic tow-couples were prepared to anchor the ship to the facility to prevent it from drifting off, if need be, and a significant portion of the hatch was opened for whatever docking apparatus the Passion would use to transport their people over.

The Passion's pilots skillfully guided the ships through into the space station and docked the ship successfully. The airlock after a little while, opened up, and Sider Remetrix, the Techarian, appeared in a Green Military uniform, even though he was mainly a diplomat. He looked for the officer and 5 guards there were going to escort him to the conference room. He found them and he said:

"Hello, I am Sider Remetrix, from the Galactic Empire of Greal."

OOC: Bumping to try and get more replies before I post :D

"We are the mercenary Aletes, Captain Yngvar Adikos speaking," came the reply, aimed at the Lexington but easily audible to whoever else was listening. "We jumped into this system at random...well...we're trying at least. Are we trespassing anywhere important?"

A half-dozen more Aletian battlecruisers managed to force their way through their spatial gates, slip-sliding through the gravitational waves to take up some semblance of a loose open formation near the Supreme Irony and the Blaze of Glory. The massive spatial rift through which Eos itself intended to go was still having problems, however; the edges roiled with instability, and the rift was still too small for the moon to fit through.

"Miss Natalia has rallied the technicians and is working towards a solution," Danaë, the current AI on the Undefinable Principles' bridge, reported to Rhadamanth as he paced back and forth, frustrated by the technical difficulties they were being beset by. It was annoying, not to mention damn unprofessional-looking! Who knew what the people on the other side, if any, were thinking!

"Bully!" Rhadamanth said with an impudent grin. "Tell her to recalibrate the flux capacitors and make sure that the continuum transfunctioner is still modifying the phase variance."

"I believe Miss Natalia promised to relieve you of your testicles the next time she heard a technobabble joke from you," Danaë replied evenly.

Rhadamanth let out a deflated sigh. "Aye, she did that. Well, let's just let her work her magic on her own then." As dense and full of bluster as he often seemed to be, Rhadamanth really did know the full extent of his subordinates' competence, and trusted it completely; he could just never resist poking fun at them from time to time. Well, ok, constantly.

"Welcome Sider," the officer spoke with a unique accent, the product of being born on a planet recently inducted to the Sertian Empire. The consequences of being raised with two native languages impressed upon his Sert an almost 'squawking' under tone to his words. "If you'll follow me, it'll take us a few minutes to walk to the conference room." That was another thing that was different about this officer, unlike the others he still wore his helm, but he kept his face opened by retracting the visor plate, giving it an almost spartan-helmet look.

Waving for the diplomats to follow, the soldiers would form up to escort them through the base - two on either side with one standing to the side to bring up the rear, while the officer waited at the corridor's entrance. "Please hurry along, our glorious leader Alexander wouldn't want us to dally..." yet, it was with a virtually undetectable sarcastic tone that he would say that line with...


"Interesting... They use technology similar to the Warp Gate we used to get here..." one of the Sertians stationed at, what could be described, as the helm for the fortress. He was one of the veterans from the Sertians constant war campain through it's home sector, starting as a aerospace fighter pilot before moving onto the bigger, badder ships. Now he looked curiously at the forming rift some AUs away.

"If they try to enlarge that thing anymore, it could react with the gravity waves... MWW-000 could be destroyed if they screw up," the Sertian sitting not to far from him, a female or standard build spoke. She was one of the scientific personal stationed to the facility, and knew very well the experimental space bending technology her Empire had recently reversed engineered. "Open a channel with them, tell them they should try opening the portal within two AUs of the star our operations are centered at. That should put them within the eddy we have and save them the trouble of enduring those gravity waves."

Nodding, the pilot did so and transfered the message to the arriving Battlecruisers.


The escortees would find out that the walk was indeed around a few minutes, but that was only to make it to the center of the ring that constituted the fortress. There, built within the most inner ring, and thus having the shortest circumference, an anti-gravity tread had been installed, allowing people to hover above the floor by a few centimeters and be transported at a comfortable thirty-two kilometers, and all they had to do was step off the tread to move away.

However, more remarkable than the anti-gravity tread was the personal of the facility. While most of them seemed to be composed of the neohumanoids, all of the ones visible being in some sort of armor (those assigned to non-combat duties even seemed to have a lighter armor design that didn't impair dexterity, mostly made up of what seemed to be a fiber-like substance with few alloy plates attached to it), also unusual was the occasional anthropomorphic being that wandered the halls. Most notably was the Riplards, short, agile creatures resembling lean raptors - capable of navigating the compact spaces that the inner workings of most vessels used. However, even more standing out than those were the Drag'locks - however, fortunately, they were a lot fewer in number.

Once the escorts were guided, and a miniature tour of the base finished, all of them would find themselves guided into a large room. Displayed in the center of this circular room was a large hologram displaying the system, dots appearing all throughout space and in different colors to denote the Sertian vessels, as well as the vessels of the visitors - however, as per Trilino's orders, there were no dots indicating Sertian presence on the planet. Standing behind the hologram though, taking time to look at each and every visitor eye-to-eye, stood the charismatic Templar Alexander - who's build brought him to a good six-foot-three inches tall unarmored (the armor making him look more around six-foot-three), his helmet seeming to be absent even from his mark. His armor was of a gold and red coloration, that is the strange armor plates were of a gold hue, while the fiber 'undersuit' underneath was tinted a red-silver. Standing on top of this coloration, was the emblems of Phoenixes - marking his membership in the Cult of Searing Flames.

"Greetings, everyone, to our humble station... I am the leader of these forces and go by the name Templar Alexander. If you would please, I've brought chairs for your use. However, I will remain standing as a sign of respect to you, my guests, as per our custom." The truth was there really was no custom for this, but it was an excellent lie to remain a tactical, and diplomatic, advantage by staying standing - and thus seeming more intimidating and dominating if a discussion broke out.

"Greetings, everyone, to our humble station... I am the leader of these forces and go by the name Templar Alexander. If you would please, I've brought chairs for your use. However, I will remain standing as a sign of respect to you, my guests, as per our custom." The truth was there really was no custom for this, but it was an excellent lie to remain a tactical, and diplomatic, advantage by staying standing - and thus seeming more intimidating and dominating if a discussion broke out.


Sider Remetrix followed the officer into the conference room, though the 'trip" to the room took longer then he thought, he did not really care, all that mattered was making relations with the Sertians.

he listened to Templar Alexander's short speech then he sat down on one of the chairs offered by him and waited for someone else to start the conservation.

On board the cruiser, Passion

The Cruiser remained "parked", waiting for the diplomat to return, during that time, the crew used sensors and scanners to check out the Sertians. "Pictures" were also taken which were immediately sent back by the computer back to the homeworld.

James raised an eyebrow at the laugh and looked around him, his hands rested on his sides as he smiled a bit watching the reptilian beings surround him and his men, the marines seemed a little uppity about, grasping their rifles close to them, James started to walk behind the official he looked around a bit more his eyes panning bay, marines marched behind him.

He walked in to the meeting behind the foreign officer, his hands in his crisply well tended uniforms pocket, they seemed a little bit tardy but quickly rushed over to a cluster of seats, the marines stood at attention around James as he stood behind a chair pulling it out and sitting down with a smile folding his hands on the table , his uniform well pressed.

He gave acknowledging nods to everyone in the room. He started to speak with a rather diplomatically content voice.

“Hello my fellow diplomats, I believe the Terran Federation has not met you all before, but hopefully that will change, it’s a pleasure to meet you all”

Mean while the cruiser was on point, its body glinting slightly in the light of the star, hull lights blinking off and on, the XO had been pacing around the busy bridge, he looked up at the tactical map waving his hand he said to the AI.

“Make sure we get a PSDU, on standby in case things get hairy.”

PSDU Troopers secured their large Distortion cannons, their power armor looming over most things in the armor, the light glimmering upon them and the well lit holographic paneled area.

OOC: Well, it's a work in progress but... http://sertian.proboards53.com/index.cgi

In other news, bumping this in the hopes that others will reply, if not I'll just continue a stable RP with the two or three that have consistently replied.