NationStates Jolt Archive


A New Home (FT, Open)

The Indonesian states
23-03-2008, 21:07
((OOC: I need someone to be the planet I find, and please by kind to my people. I probably suck at FT ‘cause I don’t know technical space-ship geeky (no offence) words . To understand a little more, go to my FT Factbook: ))

Sol Kuerash sat in the control room, looking at a flat, paper map of the known universe. A primitive device, really; his hologram map of the universe was not working. So, if I am here, then we should be –
“Sir, I’ve got important news!”
“Yes, what is it Michael?”
“We’ve lost all electricity, excluding the essentials for the spaceship, and we only have two weeks’ worth of food left!”
Two weeks worth of… “Ha, ha, Michael, nice joke on the food. You very well know that we have 200 years worth of food for 200,000 people, and we have less of both.” Sol sighed in relief, using false hope .
“Approximately, sir, approximately.” Micael replied. “We need to get to a planet for resupplying.”

*Hello, Hello, This is Evac-Ship C* Huh, Sol and Michael thought, who else? *We have gone out of food. If I do not resupply, then everyone in my ship will die. Therefor, we will go to this unknown planet in sight. So far, there is no sign of civilized activity. I just hope their friendly to us. Transmission Ending*

“What the – damn it… That planet could be filled with Ikatii… shouldv’e known, that guy’s a Katash. They don’t got no need for danger.”
Sol rolled with his swivel chair to the far right of the control room, and stepped in front of a pilot. He pressed a button and he received contact from Evac-Ship C

*Evac-Ship C, we hear you. We will both land at this unidentified planet as soon as possible to gain supplies. Once we land, I will send 10 Troy-Class Elite and 2 Gembi, well, you and me. Understood? Transmission Ending*
Two seconds later, he received a reply.
*Understood. Transmission Ending*
Void Templar
23-03-2008, 21:28
On the planet Sotha Sil...

"Tower Control, this is Patrol I196. We're detecting unknown ships. Orders?"
"Establish contact."

Two small Dart-class Scout Frigates zoomed over to the ship.
"Unknown ship, this is the VTN Hush and the VTN Silence. Please identify and state your intentions in this sector."