NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC:Please, I invite any constructive criticism. I am new at FT. Also, no attacking. Really, no attacking.]
"Alright, I think it is time to reach out to other nations. We must bring trade to our great Kingdom." Said the King.

"Yes, I agree. The large Military of Aissur can defend us. Let us transmit the Message." Said the King's aid.

A few hours later, probes were launched to different corners of Space, broadcasting the same message.

"Greetings from The Kingdom of Aissur! We are a prosperous Kingdom. We hope to establish relations with other Races! We invite you to these coordinates to meet us! Please, don't bring excessive ammounts of ships. We hope we can forge great relations and trades." The Broadcast would then repeat itself until the batter power faded away.

"Let us hope someone out there hears us. It is getting lonely here. Besides the other Aissurians, there are only animals." Said the Scientest to himself.

[OOC: I wanna go FT too...jump on the bandwagon :p . May I?]

A lone destroyer came out of hyperspace, floating along gracefully through the white specks that were stars. A small ship of about 300 meters long, it was constantly used as a diplomatic ship since its maiden voyage some mere months ago. Along the side of the destroyer could be read GAS Chrono underneath the forward railgun batteries. Inside the bridge Captain Torich, who replaced the earlier Captain who transferred to the Ion, was sitting in the tactical display area.

"Captain!" yelled out Lieutenant Helton, navigations officer.

"What is it?" he asked.

"We are approaching designated coordinates, course of action?"

"What else we wait!" he said the obvious.

"Y-yes sir."

'What the hell did the last Captain do to you guys?"

"Well sir, he was always bored with these long exploration and diplo missions, soo he always jumped at the chance with interacting other species. Sort of gung-ho if you ask me."

"Ah I see, well in my case, patience is a virtue."

"Thats good to know sir," he looked at the monitor by one of the techs, "we are at target destination."

"Hold the ship here."

"Yes sir."

The Chrono stopped and waited for the second party to contact them.

OOC: Im rping as Ganoxa by the way

The Lady Scholar Lashima R'ihu Vol'Skihar - her rank as Scholar yet so new she didn't always remember to answer to it - still couldn't believe that the Empire had sent her off in the newest Battle Cruiser (http://www.atddm.com/tebc.jpg) to come from the Fenngard Naval Yards. Heart of the Storm had finished her last trials just a week ago, in record time and with record marks to Captain and crew. Then again the Captain, Warmaster & Scholar Harr'llun ah'tah mah' Noh Varrr'nn, was legendary. He'd served in the forces of his people, the Xa' Cz'inni, for nearly three hundred years, served in the Tanaran Navy for another three hundred and quit cold because he didn't want to be promoted beyond Captain in rank. He'd joined the Explorers Guild, doing that for another three hundred and now was back in uniform; so to speak, though the fur covered Xa seldom wore enough clothes to qualify as anything a Human would consider a uniform. The various harnesses he draped about himself did mange to hold his weapons -and incidentally his rank insignia - and that was all that mattered to the notoriously informal Xa' Cz'inni race.

He'd assembled the entire crew to welcome her aboard in the Heart of the Storm's main auditorium (http://www.atddm.com/auditorium1b.jpg) with all ceremony, reassuring her that the Tanaran Navy's newest war-starcraft would uphold not only the Empire's honor and dignity, but hers as well. His pelt's striping was more pronounced than his even-more-famous-than-he’s mother, The Lady Mm’rrr’ll. He looked far more like most perceived his race to be – evolved felinids, or Moreau – The Xa’ Cz’inni, however, were neither.

Lashima had chosen to make the DeSitter Transit in the Ambassador's Conference Room, and had been joined by two of her small team. Doctor Brianna Carson, and Loki. Loki was Cadre, her hidden protection as much as an advisor. The Empress, Her Imperial Majesty Dominique Evanagline Alexandra Ryde (url=http://www.atddm.com/off1.jpg) let none of her Ambassadors go unprotected, and when Lashima had been named Ambassador - Llairhi in her native Rihannsu - had acquired him, rather constantly at her elbow in a very discrete manner.…

As they came out of the Transit and time began again Lashima took a deep breath and prepared to acknowledge the Captain's report that they had arrived on coordinates. Involuntarily she smoothed her upswept hair do. She knew her hairstyle was more Vulcan inspired than anything the Rihannsu wore, but she felt it gave her an extra inch or two, and a more mature air. She was young for the honor of being named Ambassador, Lashima knew, and she was intent on making sure she was very careful not to reflect anything but the best light on the Phoenix Empire of Tanara.

"Scholar Lady we have reached the coordinates and are transmitting out reply now. Be advised that our scans show a vessel in close proximity that does not match extrapolations drawn from the probe."

The large display that the rooms seats centered about sprang to life displaying a foreign starcraft. Along the side it's name could be clearly seen GAS Chrono. Lists of its dimensions and probable weapons scrolled down.

Other scans swept the region of space about them seeking out any other vessels, as well as cataloging the parameters of space about them.

"I am going to send out the standard hail to them" He continued, and Lashima nodded.

Others had most likely found the probes as well, and this could mean expanded chances to meet new nations. "I'll be ready to step in if we get something more than a auto transponder reply."

And so the communication went out

GAS Chrono, GAS Chrono Greetings and Felicitations from the Pnoenix Empire of Tanara Battle Cruiser Heart of the Storm, Captain Harr'llun ah'tah mah' Noh Varrr'nn commanding.

At the same time, on the same frequency the probes had broadcast at ...

Greetings to the Kingdom of Aissur. We have come in hopes of meeting with you, and, as you requested came with 'not so many ships'. The Battle Cruiser [i]Heart of The Storm[/u] bears aboard her the Scholar Lady Lashima R'ihu Vol'Skihar as the representative of the Phoenix Empire of Tanara. She has been sent with the full Ambassadorial authority conferred by Her Imperial Majesty Dominique Evanagline Alexandra Ryder. Additionally she has been accredited by the Union of Galactic Federations as a Goodwill Ambassador

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[OOC:Sure Stok.]

"Sir, we have picked up two diffrent ships. Searching for Names." Said the Scanner Operator.

"Alright, the GAS Chrono, and the Heart of the Storm. That is all the ships."

"Sir, we got a transmission." Said the Communicater Expert.

"Put it up on screen." Said the Captain.

"Aye, aye." Came a reply.

The Transmission popped up on the large screen. The Captain quickly read it.

"Let me type up a reply." He said as he sat down at his Console.

"First, let us scan their ships." Said the Scanner.

Greetings, I am the captain of the ANN Nersovia. I thank you for coming.

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"Captain, we've picked up a transmission. We're trying to translate it."

After the translation was complete, the captain read the message and truned to the lieutenant.

"Lets move to those coordinates, but watch out, it could be a trap."

There was a flash and the battleship appeared at the designated coordinates.

"Send this message."

Greetings to the Kingdom of Aissur. I am Captain Nable of the battleship Meklon. We come from a Empire named the Galactic Empire of Greal, we came in hopes of establishing diplomatic ties with your nation. We eagerly await your response.


OOC: Sorry for the short post. Everyone is turning FT.

OOC: It's that time of year....

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Greetings, I am the captain of the ANN Nersovia. I thank you for coming.

Glad to see that they had a reply from the Aissurian's the Captain had communications link in the Ambassador's Conference Room as he replied.

"You're most welcome ANN Nersovia....and I see you have another responder." He sighed, recognizing the newly arrived Greali battleship. And he knew fuill well what had happened last time the Tanaran and the Greali had interacted. It hadn't been pleasant.

"I'm not going to allow My ambassador to be killed by those animals" He growled to himself. The Greali had recently abducted and killed an Xiscapian ambassador after false overtures of friendship.

"I want us to discretely go to Quarters please. Shield on upcycle, ready to engage at my command, I want the NCI taken to CI plus One and a no run jump laid in. I don't trust them as far as I could thow that hunk of junk ship they have the gall to call a starcraft. If they're exporting their current little fracas with the Calaverans and try anything..." He didn't have to say more. Both nations, Greal and Calavera, were very deeply on the Tanaran's 'do not play' list.

The crew got very busy, very discretely. While the ship may have been brand spanking new, the crew ws a well seasoned one used to working together. They'd transfered lock stock and eager ensigns to the Heart of the Storm to crew under their captain.

"We are receiving a message now Captain," Lieutenant Loras, the communications officer said, "uploading to your TacDis."

After listening to the message, Torich leaned back and was thinking of a reply, suddenly the Intel officer got up, "Sir I am detecting another ship in the area, we have no records of previous encounters with it." Lieutenant Foresia said.

"Sir! We are receiving comms from the ship! Uploading now sir. They are also sending out comms to the Aissurans." Loras said.

"My my quite a busy day we are having, I bet your previous captain would have been pissing his pants about now," he said hearing some snickering among the crew. He was about to key up once again, but was interrupted by Foresia.

"Sir! Another contact has come into the area, once again no records of previous encounters. We are detecting energy spikes from the former contact sir. Looks like shields."

"Shields up, I don't want to get caught in a crossfire between these guys. Full speed ahead, until we are a good distance between both," he said finally keying up on the comms. He switched to all frequencies.

"This is Captain Isaac Torich, of the Ganoxian Alliance Destroyer Chrono. We represent our government's interest in creating diplomatic ties with the Kingdom of Aissur. As for the rest we can discuss diplomatic talks only during our visit with the Aissurans."

There was a huge spacial disturbance as a 25 Km Greywatch Worldstarter emerged from Pressure Space. On the bridge the three captains heard the intial message that was sent. On the holo-screens appeared some other ships. "Interesting, another world we haven't seen yet." Said one of the captains.
"Well, its nothing new, good thing the council has been requesting more exploration." Said the second, turning to some officers behind her, "Bring us closer. Send a message stating we have no hostile intentions."
The three captains were calm and laid back like their officers, a new world had been discovered, but to the Greywatch fleets, this wasn't anything new.

OOC: My presence is gonna be short lived since I'm going on a trip tommorrow, I'll post some tonight and then won't post again until I return from said trip.

[OOC:It's Aissurians, but I will forgive you. I will also not be here for a few days as I am moving and I am not sure how long I will have no access to internet. And the location is away from any planet. My homeworld is Aissur.]
"We're picking up three more ships, sir." Said the Scanner Operator.

"We're detecting sheilds." Said the Scanner Operator.

"Alright, shields 100%. I don't want an ambush. Put the ships on the secondary screens." Said the Captain.

"Roger that." Said the Scanner Operator.

"I think we may need another ship here to deal with all of these guys. There is a freaking Batleship here." Said the Comms Operator.

"I agree. Call in another Frigate." Said the Captain.

"Roger that." Said the Comms Operator as he dialed in the Homeworld.

"This is the ANN Nersovia, currently operating at the edge of Aissurian controled space on diplomatic duties. We have found others and are requesting another frigate come join us. That is all." Said the Comms Operator.

"This is Aissur Space Station, I copy you. Currently rerouting a Frigate there." Came a reply.

"This is the ANN Osovia, I will be there in a moment." Said the Captain of the ANN Osovia.

A little bit later, the Frigate emerged.

This is Captain Isaac Torich, of the Ganoxian Alliance Destroyer Chrono. We represent our government's interest in creating diplomatic ties with the Kingdom of Aissur. As for the rest we can discuss diplomatic talks only during our visit with the Aissurans."

The Heart of the Storm's Captain appreaciated the Chrono's maneuver and replied quickly.

"Understood Chrono. Pleased to meet you Captain Torich. Please be advised that a state of hostilities MAY be present between us and the Galactic Empire of Greal. Though Heart of the Stormwill not initiate any hostilities, we will defend ourselves and any one the Meklon aggresses against." The Captain made sure that broadcast was in the clear. He wanted the Greali to have no mistakes about where they stood. Though his shields could be called up with but a 'flick of the finger' they were not up yet. Just being ready, given the tensions betweeen the two nations, was not provocation - it was plain common sense.

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A Tanaaran Battle Cruiser runs right at five kilometers in length by roughly 3. 5 kilometers wide and about a kilometer in height. Weighing in at about nine million tonnes it is an exeptionally fleet and agile starcraft, ideally suited for long range solo operations. And far more heavily armed than any would expect.

The arrival of the Greywatch vessel, an immense twentyfive kilometer behemoth had the crew sneaking a quick, eyebrow raised look, but it's message of not hostile intent would be accepted for the moment. They hadn't tried anything yet...and a standard hail and 'well met' went out to them.
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"Shield going full on the Aissurian ship." Came a quick report.

"Their communications are active, median encryption, want me to break in on it?"

"No let them converse with in peace. No need to advertise how thoroughly we're covering all the bases."

"Looks like they sent for reinforcement" came the noting arrival of the new ANN frigate, by the esign manning the sidereal sensors.. "Their not using a DeSitter Translation, so I'd guess the have foreces close by give how fast it arrived"

"If it hadn't been underway already" Came the calm retort from an older officer.

"Dial in the homeworld." Said the Captain.

"Aye aye." Replied the Comms Operator.

"This is the ANN Nersovia, may I request the probes be called back?" Said the Captain.

"The probes have been called back. Proceed with the Diplomatic Mission." Came a reply.

"Roger that." Said the Captain.

"Send a message to each of the ships." Ordered the Captain as he type the message.

"That is a roger." Replied the Comms Operator.

Now that we are here, let us continue with the Diplomacy. I am sending each of you coordinates to a Space Station orbiting one of Aissur's, our homeworld, Moons. There, I ask each of you, we may talk face to face. I hope this will be a Peacefull meeting, because of this, I will now lower my shields. As the other ANN frigate will do also.

"Alright, kill the shields." Said the Captain.

"Aye aye."

The Greywatch ship recieved a message from home shortly after its arrival stating that all ships were being called back. Apparently something was developing back at Prime that required a large military presence. With a few sighs of disapointment the Greywatch Worldstarter took in coordinates and saved them in the database before activating another PSR and shuffling through. They were gone as quickly as they'd arrived.

OOC: Dang school trips...

A huge Imperial Star Destroyer, measuring over 24,000 metres in length, was slowly cruising through space at an immense speed of 5 m/s. Aboard the tiny bridge that rested in the centre of the starship, where the commander was rebuking a communications commissar for misinterpreting a diplomatic message into one about soap. The commander then told the commissar to transmit a message from the communications centre aboard the ship, which was located near the front. The commissar groaned, and ran off. About three hours later, the commissar finally reached the communications centre, and realised that the commander had transmitted the message from the bridge to the communications centre. Seething, the commissar stormed out of the communications centre to return to the bridge. Another three hours later, the commissar appeared on the bridge, fists clenched and teeth grinding.

"Ўхереистхе цоммандер?!"

A weapons commissar shrugged and went back to work. From the communications centre, the commander's voice sounded.

"Цоммуницатионсцоммиссар, Аыехавеалреады броадцастедтхемессаге интоспаце. Ретурнтотхецоммуницатионцентре."

The communications commissar fell over at the thought of running back there. As it turned out, the commander drove over there, while stopping at the government stores and entertainment plaza on the way and grabbing a quick bite to eat as well. It was a mess. Even the message transmitted was a mess.

Message from Stoklomolvi Imperial Star Destroyer Inquisitor

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! We come in peace?

"Lower shields to acknowledge. Navigations download specified coordinates and initiate a jump when I finish this message." Torich ordered

Helton gave him a simple nod and ordered the techs. The shields that covered the Chrono dissipated, and were powered down, leaving the tiny destroyer bare.

"This is Chrono we acknowledge your coordinates and will initiate a jump." Torich ended the transmission and gave a gesture to Helton. The ship came about and sped off into hyperspace, traveling towards the Aissurian space station.

TAG for post and interest.

The New Dornalians had a policy of wandering about the galaxy and the universe, using their COmmissariat of Science's own Exploration Ships. Missions funded by the government and often staffed with government scientists and universities of all sorts, they did the dirty work of exploring and mapping the universe.

One such ship was the XG-456--a rather bland name for such an important vessel, as most Commissariat ships tended to be. One of these vessels picked up the Aissurian transmission. The commander of this ship, one Captain Earhart, was an ordinary Naval Home Guard officer who volunteered to serve on an Exploration Ship out of sheer boredom. Now, he had to babysit an Anthropologist from the University of California at Los Angeles and several of her students--no, more like fifty of her students, plus about 100 more scientists and University types doing a Semester in Space in a bunch. Experts, mixed with well-meaning and smart, if somewhat idealistic people.

Upon hearing the message from the retreating probe, the Anthropologist and the Captain agreed that hte best course of action was to make contact. Thus, they jumped to the coordinates that, coincidentally, the GAS Chrono and the others were at, and flashed this message.

"This is the New Dornalian Commissiariat of Science vessel XG-456. In the name of the Workers And Peasants, we come in peace and wish to open relations with the people of The Kingdom of Aissur."

Now that we are here, let us continue with the Diplomacy. I am sending each of you coordinates to a Space Station orbiting one of Aissur's, our homeworld, Moons. There, I ask each of you, we may talk face to face. I hope this will be a Peacefull meeting, because of this, I will now lower my shields. As the other ANN frigate will do also.


The reply came back quickly "Understoood, coordinates recieved. See ya there." Well the captain was a Xa - and they were a notoriously informal race. And the Heart of the Storm did much as the Chrono had done - Took a moment to drop in the coordinated, and run up to their selected jump point.

Thye vanished in a haze of over stressed ions.

DeSitter Space - infinitely massive, infinely hot, and touching erverything equally every where and wonderful to use forgetting anywhere in no time flat....How no time flat - well Earth to Midgard, some 600 Mollion Light Years away took just a hand full of minutes. Crossing normal space to Frankel Limit took a lot longer...

On the coordinates give for the Aissur system ions stressed as a JumpGate opened and the Heart of the Storm sailed forth broadcasting the standard incoming hail and all sensors scanning for anything unusual and not so - like system defense fortresses, FTLi and so forth...

"Greeting from TIN Heart of the Storm, Captain Harr'llun ah'tah mah' Noh Varrr'nn commanding, bearing Ambassadress-a-Large Scholar Lady Lashima R'ihu Vol'Skihar from the Phoenix Empire of Tanara. Are in system micro jumps permitted?"

He hoped so, it would save travel time.

"Open up a Comm with the Osovia." Said the Captain.

"Aye aye." Replied the Comms Operator.

"Sugest you stay here and put anyone else to the coordinates." Said the Captain of the Norsovia.

"Aye aye." Came the reply.

"Alright, lets go to the Space Station." Said the Captain.

A moment later the Frigate vanished and a little later appeared at the Coordinates.

"Send this message." Said the Captain.

I ask that we meet inside the Space Station.

The Frigate docked at the Space Station and the Captain and Crew got out.
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"Sir, ship on radar. Incoming message." Said the Comms Operator.

"Aye, put it up on the screen." Said the Captain.

"Now what the..." Said the Captain as he typed a message.

Now what is this Spanish Inquisition that you speak of? I thank you for coming. We are having a meeting at the following coordinates.

I ask that we meet inside the Space Station.

"Not exactly an answer to our questions, but Initiate a micro jump, normal parameters, if you please. Now is not the time to show off our precission skills. It might scare them bady." The towering Xa requested of his helmswoman.

With a twinkle of disappointed mischief in her eyes she decorously initated a standard in-system jump, the Heart of the Storm arriving two planetary diameters from the space station.

Sublight engines moved them closer and with a delicate touch she brought the Battle Cruiser into a synced orbit. Moments later a discretely - but heavily -armed and armored shuttle sprang free of the starcraft's secondary hanger bay and looped gracefully towards the space station. It was protocol to use a shuttle rather than to simply 'transport' over.

The Ambassadress would, however,- what with the Greali about- have a party of four instead of just two accompanying her.

"Aissur Spacestation, this is diplomatic shuttle X15 requesting permission to dock"

"This is Aissur Spacestation, we read you, you may dock in Hangar 2, in system micro jumps are permitted right now, but in a few Days our Government will reach a decision." Said the Comms Operator.

In the Hangar, 100 of Aissur's Finest Marines were standing Side by Side in full Dress Uniform. They were awaiting the arrival of the Diplomats.
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"Incoming message, puting it on screen." Said the Comms Operator.

"Thanks." Said the Captain as he typed a reply. He was known in the fleet to be friendly with all the people onboard his ship.

Greetings, I am the Captain of the ANN Osovia, here are the coordinates for a Spacestation where we will be meeting others.

"Hanger 2 it is" came the reply from the diplomatic shuttles pilot as he looped the shuttle towards the indicated hanger, and once there carefully lowered the shuttle to the deck plates with finicky precision.

The ramp lowered and a pair of Tanaran Marines, magnificent in their dress uniforms - hauled hastily out of storage and hastily doubled checked at to perfection with much grumbling- strode in unison down the ramp to spin on booted heels so that the faced one another. A touch of honor guard and added protection against anything the Greali might try.

Murdering Ambassadors simply wasn't done - and both of the marines were non humans, sure to rub in the Greali noses. The Captain played hardball and the Ambassadress was inclined to let him.

Once the pair were ready, Ambassadress-a-Large Scholar Lady Lashima R'ihu Vol'Skihar appeared at the top of the ramp.

The senior of the pair of Marines announced her as both made perfectly in unison crisp salutes. She was pure blooded Rihannsu, daughter of families that had fled the various political disasters on going in the Romulan Empire, but was also wholly Tanaran. She glided with stately graceful steps down the ramp, Loki and Doctor Carson on her heels.

A Diplomat flanked by two Honour Guards bowed infront of the Ambassadress. He then returned to his normal stance.

"I greet you in the name of Aissur. If you would follow me, we can finally have a Meeting." He said then gestured towards a door.

He began walking towards the door. He felt weird in the pressence of non-humans, but he shook the feeling off.

OOC: Greal I'm going off memory - I hope I got the species for the Techars correct.
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"I greet you in the name of Aissur. If you would follow me, we can finally have a Meeting."

Returning his bow with a demi curtsey "Certainly" She wondered if he had a name, he seemed abrupt, disturbed by...ah... Ambassadress-a-Large Scholar Lady Lashima R'ihu Vol'Skihar smiled to herself as she perceived and interpreted the discomforted air of the diplomat. The Phoenix Empire was comprised of roughly forty percent non humans all told and most all took a very active part in the Empires life.

Lashima sincerely hoped that this would not be a problem. What she found sadly amusing was that Greali Techars, the dominant race in that nation, weren't human at all but xenophobic insects.

With her four guardians she set off, accompanying the diplomat, moving quickly but unhurriedly.

[OOC:Jeeze, mind is blank, excuse me for the short post.]
"Here we are." Said the Diplomat as he opened a door.

The Door opened up to a large conference room, with a large Table in the middle of it. In total there were 10 seats located around it. The Table was circular, to prevent anyone from being, "The head of the table."

"Take a seat." Said the Diplomat as he took one himself.

"Maybe we should start off with some background information on your Nation." suggested the Diplomat.

The two marines stepped off to find places against the wall - the residing place of unneeded guard from time out of mind - while Dr. Carson and Loki took seats on either side of the one Lashima chose at random.

I will gladly, but first let me introduce my comapnions, and get reintroduced to you." She smiled gently "My apologies, but I do seemed to have missed that earlier. This is Doctor Carson, and this is Captain Loki." Lashima introduced first one then the other, and sat back waiting for the diplomats indtroduction.