NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Wasnting paying attention and miss spelled my nations name :headbang: so here goes take 2!

IC:

"What is takeing so long ensign?" Lt Baker said rather annoyed.

" Sir the FTL drive is still rather untested when it comes to long missions, i just want to make sure the helm controles are at 100% so we dont put extra stress on the core." Ensign Maria replyed.

" Give her a break she knows what she is doing, remember she was top of her class at the Royal Academy which is far better then your rank for if i recall you were 5th in your class Roy." Ensign Paris said with a smirk.

" Besides she is the 7th Princess of the Imperial family so chances are she will out rank you in a year"

Lt Baker turned and slapped Paris upside the head " Dont forget i out rank you here, you may be my older brother but when on duty you will do well to remember i am called Lt Baker not Roy."

" Yeah,yeah i got it." Ensign paris said walking to his station.

A good hour went past befor Ensign Maria was done with her check on the helm controles. With that the ship was atlast ready to launch the next day unless yet another delay came and stopped the first Britianan Deep space mission ever since they left Earth and started a new life on their new world they had named Britiana.

" Captian on the bridge!" Lt Baker said as a young woman stepped on to the bridge. She looked no older then sixteen or seventeen but seeing as she was the 1st Princess of Britiana no one could question that she had been trained by the best instructors at the Royal Academy.

" Thank you Mr. Baker, as you were." She looked around the bridge, it was the first time she got to see it while it was not under construction. " So this is what the bridge of a York Class Cruiser looks like when its done."

She set down in the captians chair looking over the reports from the past few days. She then looked at Lt Baker " Once Commander Shōgo arrives i want the crew to ready to leave spacedock the Emperor feels we have stayed in these few star systems for too long. It is time we see what else is out there."

Baker noded " Ye Ma'am"

Double post

I never thought when i was promoted to the rank of commander i would be assigned to the RSN Britannia. I thought i would be best suited serveing under a Admiral and fighting wars, Not going on missions of discovery.

" Sir?" a voice said

I mean its a waste to put me on such a useless task right? And worse yet i have to serve with not one but two princess.

" Sir!" the voice said agian tho i was so deep in thought i ignored it agian

This is nothing but a chance for them to use a military ship as their cruise ship its a major waste!

* SIR!!!* The voice bellowed in my ear

" WHA?!" i said falling over

" Sir i am sorry but Captian Marianne is waiting for you Commander Shōgo." The girl said.

To my shock is was Princess Maria or was it Ensign Maria here?

" Oh sorry, i am on my way" I said walking into the shuttle that was to take us to the ship. Once onboard my made haste to the bridge as it seems Captian Marianne had been waiting. I found it odd that the names of the First and Seventh Princess were so similer.

" Sorry i am late captian" I said saluting then took my station.

" Mr Shōgo so glad you were able to join us, i was wondering if i would have to leave dock without my first officer." She said with a smirk befor going on
" I'm sure you have all your belongings onboard? If so its time we get going."

" Yes ma'am"

" Good then lets get going" With those words she turned and her playful tone was replace by that of a captian about to test her new ship and new crew.

" Lt Baker contact Orbital Command and inform them we are setting out. Ensign Paris bring the FTL drive and main power online. Ensign Maria take us out at 1/4 Impulse once we are clear of the Ship Yard set a corse for system B32 and take us into Hyperspace."

" Ma'am our mission was to go to the Rhine and Wessex System's to drop off advance teams of colonist befor heading to system B32." I said after all its my job to remind the captian.

" I know Commander Shōgo but that will take a week or two, i dont know about you but i want to see things beyond what our probes have been too. We will drop the advanced teams off when we are returning or if we are lucky maybe on some new worlds we find that can support life." She said with a ambitius smile.

Here we go just as i thought i thought to myself

The RSN Britannia passed by other ships and space docks its hull shineing as the light from the systems star shined off the hull. The ship casted a shadow onto other ships as it passed as it was more then three times the size of other ships in the RSN besides the Edinburgh Class Battleship and the Hand of the Emperor the personal flag ship of the Crown Prince.

" We are clear of the shipyard captian, entering hyperspace in ten,nine,eight" Ensign Maria started a count down even tho our ships can go to FTL speeds with in three seconds after the heading is entered. More dramatics i guess fitting for two young princess' who want to play starship.

" One!" She said at the end of her countdown and the ship went into hyperspace heading for a systems where no Britannian ship or probe had been. What awaited us was unknown but one way or another the time had come for us to make ourselfs known to whatever was out there.

New Oranje, Farrelsgrad, Earth SSR

The Workers State of New Dornalia ranged far and wide, spanning no less than three or four galaxies, though with the majority of land in the Nova Louisiana Galaxy (named unimaginatively after the place where Nova Louisiana was) and the Milky Way.

Among these territories was a small colony of Trekboer and human Afrikaner settlers named, appropriately enough, "New Oranje." It was an unusual place--whilst the human Afrikaners pursued the more traditional norms of Dornalian society, the Trekboers elected to live on their traditional agro-miitary townships, moving from place to place in a semi-nomadic fashion and occasionally clashing with their human cousins in disputes over land. Fortunately, unlike the armed wars of the past, these often ended up in court.

It was around this planet--the focus of a People's Navy exercise--that one Balthazar Cronje (pronounced "Cronyer" in a nod to its origins among the French Hugenots) was flying a fighter craft, the Marinesko II, with a group of fellow men. His current target was a group of "enemy" fighters, these being fighters of another squadron playing the Opposing Force.

He could be heard muttering in Afrikaans, "Come on....you bastards. I'll show you why I'm that good!"

He then let out a hearty "URAAHHHH!" as he charged forth with the rest of his figure five group, which shouted at him to stand down. As this occurred, he began lining up his opponents, opening fire at them with the simulated rounds.

As this occurred, his onboard Gracie unit chirped, "Captain! New contact to your nine o'clock!"

"What is it, Grace!? Tell me, I don't have time to look!" he screamed back, executing a Viper manuever to beat a man who locked onto his tail, then turning it into a somersault and then getting behind the man, opening fire with his Gauss Minigun.

"Umm....I dunno what it is. It is a big ship. Not on records."

The stubborn Trekboer then asked all members, "All units--do you have an unknown contact on your screens?"

One reply came from his wingman.

"Yeah. I got one. Bigass ship, to my eight o'clock."

A flurry of similar replies followed, and then the Captain of the Carrier where Cronje was based could be heard on the radios. "All units. This is Captain Johnson. Unknown contact detected. This is not a drill. Repeat, not a drill. Prepare for battle!"

Cronje muttered, again in Afrikaans, "Guess the sim rounds go off then." He then found Gracie had turned the Marinesko back to normal functions, and Cronje replied, in English this time, "Thanks."

An order given to investigate the new ship that had just barged in, Cronje and his men flew close to the vessel, though not too close to avoid potential flak intervention. Cronje then had the honor of greeting the Britannians to New Dornalia.

"In the name of the Workers and Peasants, I, Captain Balthazar Cronje, bid you welcome to the Workers State of New Dornalia. Identify yourselves, please--as you just landed in the midst of a military exercise, over."

Two days had passed since they had left their home system. It didnt seem like you could get far in two days but in those two days we had went farther then any Britannian in history and made first contact....

" Ma'am it seems we have come out of hyperspace in the middle of a alien military fleet!" Lt Baker said as the captian arrived on the bridge awoken in the middle of her sleep.

" Have they hailed us?" She said takeing her seat and buttoning the last of her butons on her uniform

" Yes we have it now its in Britannian." He said in somewhat shock

" Must be another human nation that has made it into the starts." Captian Marianne.

In the name of the Workers and Peasants, I, Captain Balthazar Cronje, bid you welcome to the Workers State of New Dornalia. Identify yourselves, please--as you just landed in the midst of a military exercise, over

" Workers?....Peasants? Have they not hear of Social Darwinism? Or Divine Right? Why did the first nation we meet out here have to be peasant rabble?" The Captian said acting more like a spoiled Princess befor she regained herself

" Send out the following message Lt Baker!"

" Aye Ma'am"


This is the Holy Britannian Cruiser Britannia. I am her Captian but for the these talks you shell know me by my full name Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession. We are on a mission of Exploration and Colonisation.

There was a small research station relatively close to where the two forces met each other. There was a major flare in energy emitted, enough to be detected by most sensor arrays, but it went just as quickly as it came. There was nothing else, no communications, a small amount of energy output, less than would normally be expected by a research station.

Would anyone even notice it?

Since the end of the third civil war the Allied Forces of Phalanix's space navy had been splintered. Some units still believing that the war was still underway while other ships were attempting to locate those who didn't know of the end of the war.
The PSN Beautiful Days was a member of the latter attempting to locate any PSN forces that hadn't returned to the fold.
Being a mid sized cruiser of roughly 1.4km long the Beautiful Days was a ship that was named with irony in mind, mostly since her design was mostly based around orbital assaults thus resulting in a ruined day for someone.
"Sir, defold opperations are in progress. We will be exiting fold space within the next thirty seconds," an ensign alerted Captain Barrows.
"Thank you ensign," she replied keying something on her wrist, "All hands defold will occur in roughly twenty seconds brace for it."
"You do know that the only thing we really have to worry about is defolding in a mine field, or in a battle, or in range of a super nova and then we wouldn't know what happened," the shipboard master AI Thanos chirped in over the bridge PA, his way of informing the captain nothing would happen."
"Quiet we're about to emerge."

Roughly 300km from the RSN Britannia a bubble of space roughly 1.5km in length and 100m in width began to produce a sudden spike in radiation before a sickly green bubble began to appear before slowly shrinking down to wrap around the Beautiful Days and vanish. All of this occurred within a time frame of roughly one minute.
"Defold opperations successful, scanners have picked up several ships in the area. I'd suggest you move to combat alert and prep for possible combat," Thanos alerted Barrows, even though he already had the alert prepped to go out.
"Do it, even though I know you've prepped for it again. Keep it up and I will have you defragged and replaced," Barrows grunted out, clearly annoyed by the AI's behavior.
All throughout the ship the alert for all crew to prep for possible combat was sent out, any sleeping crew member was already making a run to their sections while marine forces were quickly taking up positions in key areas.

This is the Holy Britannian Cruiser Britannia. I am her Captian but for the these talks you shell know me by my full name Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession. We are on a mission of Exploration and Colonisation.

"Great. Englishmen. Uitlanders yes, but Englishmen worst of all!" Cronje thought to himself, as he heard the message from these "Britannians." The name Britannian conveyed images of blockhouses, concentration camps, colonial oppression, and later humiliations and ostracism when the ancestors of the Elect tried to make their own way in the world. This was especially strong, as his people, with their long memories of human and particularly Afrikaner experiences (these people were, after all, descended from South African Boers, just admittedly altered via a fanatical devotion to Afrikaner Calvinism and mutations that produced the Elven features all knew now) recalled the travails of the Boer War.

Cronje shook his head to himself, and then radioed to command, "Comrade Captain, you better field this reply." He then replied to this "Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession," "I am transferring you now to my superior officer. Under the Dornalian Law of Field Diplomacy, he gets to conduct business."

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Onboard the Sitting Bull, the Prochkhorovka II Fleet Carrier responsible for conducting this exercise, Captain Elias Johnson recieved a copy of the message. His copy of Gracie, the ship's AI found on any New Dornalian vessel of the People's Navy, replied smugly to the Captain as Marianne's message was played back to him, "Hmm. Aren't we important? Don't tell me I have to note that in the records?" That being Marianne's full title, which to Gracie was a mouthful.

Johnson replied, "It can't be helped; that's how they do things, then that's how they do things. Let me get through to these people." As this occurred, Gracie chirped, "Captain, I've picked up several new contacts in the area. One's a small space station of some sort; records match a commercial model used by The Garbage Men. There's also another contact nearby the Britannia. Unknown."

Johnson then said to Gracie, "Damn, this is a banner day for me. And I thought all I had to do was beat Captain Connors for a case of scotch." He shook his head, and laughed. It sure beat boring patrol duty, this wave of contacts. Still, he was nervous.

Johnson, as a result, ordered Cronje to break off and the personnel engaged in the exercise to assume a restrained defensive posture, and then opened a hail to the unknowns next to the Britannia, hailing them with, "Unknown contacts, you have entered the territory of the Workers State of New Dornalia. Identify yourselves in the name of the Workers and Peasants."

He then replied Marianne's message respectfully mere seconds after, passing off the assignment of handing off the other unknowns to his Political Officer, with, "Britannia, Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession, this is Comrade-Captain Elias Johnson of the New Dornalian People's Navy vessel Sitting Bull. If my subordinate hasn't welcomed you already, let me welcome you to our little share of the Universe; we're glad to share our culture and folkways with those eager to learn about others."

Johnson then added politely, "So, what would you like to discuss?"

" Captian we have another ship entering the system 300km to our port. Do you wish us to hail them?" Commander Shōgo asked."

Yes send a message to let them know we are here on a mission of exploration." Marianne looked over the new ship that arrived thinking to her self. This ship is clearly not one of New Dornalia's ships and i dont think they were expected either or i am sure they would have informed me that it would be arriveing soon. To think the first system i arrive in outside of Britannian space and i meet not one but two new civilizations

Unknown vessel this is the RSN Britannia. We are here on a mission of explorlation and colonisation, may we inquire as to your presence here?

Marianne then turned her attention to the reply from New Dornalia opening a direct channel with Elias Johnson

" First off we would like to know if a trade of basic information would be possible Star Charts,Cultural information,and so on. We whould also like to know if this ship off to our port is a friend of yours?"

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" Commander take a look at this"

" What is it Ensign Paris?"

" Our sensors picked up a strange energy burst from a nearby space station. But now our sensors are picking up only a small energy reading much smaller then a normal space station would normally emit."

" Hmm i will inform the captian after her meeting is done. In the mean time run another long range scan on the station look for any signs of a core explotion or weapions fire, i want to know if its dangerous to bring the ship anywhere near it"

" Aye Sir" Ensign paris turned back to his station and went to work.

I couldnt put my finger on it but somthing just was not right here. Stations just dont emit large burst of energy and then almost no energy normally.

"We got two hails, one from an unclassified nation another from a nation that according to our records we did have dealings with back before the third civil war. Though short contact did occur," Thanos alerted Barrows, "That intel may be out of date so it's probably best to just start blank."
"Point taken, give them the standard greeting and keep logging everything."

This is the PSN Beautiful Days of the Allied Forces of Phalanix.
We are currently searching for any surviving PSN or AEN vessels
that have yet to hear of the end of the conflict between our
two parties. At this point in time we do not have any hostile intentions
however we are fully capable of defending this ship.


((New Dornalia I do believe we had some dealings in the past, I believe it was some commie jedi thing years ago. My memory fails me in that part.))

As the scanners did their thing, they picked up remnants of a major explosion, it could of been a core explosion, a core explosion triggered by a well placed shot, or something else that was inside the station exploding. Without specific knowledge about the energy-types used in the station

There was also something else that the scanners picked up, a small ship, fleeing from the remnants of the station. It would be easy to intercept it, especially by the Dornalian fleet, but it wasn't heading towards them... it was heading elsewhere. The ship itself seemed to be reasonably old and there wasn't any broadcast that could be picked up from it. Whether communications nor identification.

Marianne then turned her attention to the reply from New Dornalia opening a direct channel with Elias Johnson

" First off we would like to know if a trade of basic information would be possible Star Charts,Cultural information,and so on. We whould also like to know if this ship off to our port is a friend of yours?"


"Star charts, cultural data, and so on. Nothing too complicated. I hope," Johnson thought. He then replied, "Your Excellency, I would like to send you some data about us, and maybe arrange a meeting of sorts, if possible."

Johnson nodded and then turned to the Ship's AI. He would have liked to go directly ahead with the whole thing, but Gracie was usually testy about giving out info she percieved as her own to unknown persons. With that consideration, Johnson asked Gracie, "Would you mind if I released some star charts and basic info to the Britannians?"

Gracie then shrugged and said, "Okay. Don't give them anything sensitive though."

Thus, some information was sent to them, detailing basic cultural data and info about New Dornalia (http://skaugra.proboards55.com/index.cgi?board=dornalia2). (OOC: Note, some of that stuff might be outdated, some might not be. Do you have IM?)

Meanwhile, the Political Officer got the other message. Fortunately, it was in English, so it could be understood without Gracie bouncing it through translators. He brought it up and read it, mouthing to himself:

This is the PSN Beautiful Days of the Allied Forces of Phalanix.
We are currently searching for any surviving PSN or AEN vessels
that have yet to hear of the end of the conflict between our
two parties. At this point in time we do not have any hostile intentions
however we are fully capable of defending this ship.

"PSN Beautiful Days, this is Political Officer Aretakis of the NDS Sitting Bull. We haven't heard anything of either the PSN or the AEN, and as far as we know, none of their vessels have entered Dornalian space. We'd have known by now, I think, over," was the PO's reply.

As for the jettisoned ship, Cronje and for that matter almost all the fighters attached to the Sitting Bull detected the fleeing ship almost immediately, as did the sensors of the Sitting Bull and its escorts. Cronje's unit with two others was sent on an intercept, and they began closing in on the jettisoned ship. They then began hailing it along with the Sitting Bull, asking in general, "Hello? Hello? This is the NDS Sitting Bull and the 4356th Aviation Wing--identify yourselves," and doing scans too.

" Make sure all the information we are getting is sent back the Zakat Command station and Imperial Command Lt Baker." Marianne said walking over the pour herself a cup of tea as it was Royal Custom to have tea at this time of day.

" Why Zakat its just a normal military base right?" Ensign Paris asked

" No its is not just a normal military base, it infact is the home to the Essex Fleet aswell as Britannian intelligence. They will want to be kept informed of any and all happenings here just as much as Imperial Command" Shōgo said he knew alot about Zakat Station or as those who were assigned there dub it the Zakat System as that is where he had wished to be assigned and not a boring mission of exploring.

After his explantion Shōgo approuched the captian to inform her about the readings from the nearby station.

" I see commander i have to admit i share your feeling that somthing isnt right about this situation with the station. Tho it seems that our host have sent someone to check in on things. Lets wait for them to check it out befor we do anything else." Marianne took a sip from her tea and went on " Also i want you to ready make get the meeting room ready for a possible dipolmatic confrence. We might be expecting more then just a delegation from New Dornalia as i would like to includ that other ship in this aswell"

Shōgo noded " Alright i will get on it right away"

OOC: For some reasion my reply wasnt posted said it needed a mods approvel first. If its not up by later today i will try and repost.

OOC: It's a jolt "feature" you won't have to worry about it after you have got 10 posts under your belt.
IC:
The Dornalians got a terse if not down right rude response from the ship fleeing the station.

Yeah, we're going to tell you our life story. Just get lost and get out of our way. It's like we're a danger to you or anything.


Weapons were still off-line but a shield shimmered into existance, and the power output of the engines rose to keep the energy up to them. The ship kept going un-detered by the Dornalians, presumably they hoped that either they would just leave them be, or that the shield could handle anything that the Dornalians threw at them, though it was obvious for any observer that the shield would not protect them enough against the Dornalian fire-power arrayed against them.

ooc i'm sending a space marine battle barge

the ultra marines battlebarge killfrenzy entered the system
the mighty 600 metter ships heavy weapons battires lay powered down the tech marine at the scanners said sire xenos conntact arm all weapons snapped the brother captain hail them he also said

coms to xenos vessel we are thhe space marines prepare to be purged

" Make sure all the information we are getting is sent back the Zakat Command station and Imperial Command Lt Baker." Marianne said walking over the pour herself a cup of tea as it was Royal Custom to have tea at this time of day.

" Why Zakat its just a normal military base right?" Ensign Paris asked

" No its is not just a normal military base, it infact is the home to the Essex Fleet aswell as Britannian intelligence. They will want to be kept informed of any and all happenings here just as much as Imperial Command" Shōgo said he knew alot about Zakat Station or as those who were assigned there dub it the Zakat System as that is where he had wished to be assigned and not a boring mission of exploring.

After his explantion Shōgo approuched the captian to inform her about the readings from the nearby station.

" I see commander i have to admit i share your feeling that somthing isnt right about this situation with the station. Tho it seems that our host have sent someone to check in on things. Lets wait for them to check it out befor we do anything else." Marianne took a sip from her tea and went on " Also i want you to ready make get the meeting room ready for a possible dipolmatic confrence. We might be expecting more then just a delegation from New Dornalia as i would like to includ that other ship in this aswell"

Shōgo noded " Alright i will get on it right away"

OOC: I reedited my post--apparently, part of it was left hanging with nothing on it, so I added some parts that might be relevant. Also, what was going on here?

And Seph--what's with the Battle Barge?

IC:

The Political Officer and the Captain heard the decidedly testy message from the fleeing ship, and came to different conclusions.

"Well, that was rude. Should we let them go? I'd personally let them go and rot, if they're not gonna reply to us," the PO said, offended by the reply.

"Look, if they've got a problem, maybe they think they can handle it on their own--why else would they throw up a shield? Besides, they were close to Doralian space--it behooves us to ask questions. Now, hail them again," said the Captain, busy with the Britannians.

"Fine," said the PO, who radioed the fleeing ship with the equally terse message (tinted with well hidden but subtle irritation), "Unknown vessel, this is the Sitting Bull. If you're having trouble, please respond Over."

"PSN Beautiful Days, this is Political Officer Aretakis of the NDS Sitting Bull. We haven't heard anything of either the PSN or the AEN, and as far as we know, none of their vessels have entered Dornalian space. We'd have known by now, I think, over," was the PO's reply.


"A small suggestion, attempt diplomatic relations and see if you can gain access to star charts and such in an 'attempt' to make our search easier."
"Point taken, open the coms. Enough of this text bullshit," Barrows stated waiting for the nod from the com officer, "You might be surprised, they tend to sneak around a rather lot. However since we are here right now we would be interested in learning a little more about yourselves to ensure that any further run ins by our search ships are peaceful and beneficial to both our peoples."
Nodding for the broadcast to end Barrows looked over at the holo-projected Thanos decided to occupy, "Scan the other ship, see if you can learn a little about them. Keep it discreet."

((Forgive the delayed reply, work and so on. Also just ignore Seph, he often attempts to RP but fails horridly. I believe at one point AMF (if he's still around) tried to straighten seph out. It failed as you can see.))

Border patrols along the edges of the Abh Empire were extensive in times of war looming on the horizon. With an Empire, there was never knowing quite when that might be. Fleets amassed near planets to prepare for long jumps on scouting missions or simply to perform manuevers in dead areas of space.

Along those same lines was an extensive network of sensor relays, communication uplinks, and spying probes that helped to lend an eye and an ear to any threatening intents on Abh territory. Even their allies were watched more for their own protection than any real spying missions as a joint force could repel nearly any invader if planned correctly.

With the increased activity in New Dornalia space of unknown craft type matching any files within the Star Forces database, it was theorized that it could be reconnaissance fleets looking for weaknesses in the Dornalian military. Or it could be pirates. Any number of options that were unknown to the Abh as they read multiple signatures around a Dornalian vessel.

At the head of the Dornalian-Abh border patrol was Vice-Admiral Atosuryua Febdauch aboard her flagship Chloal. The young Abh officer the worked as her Chief of Staff was at her side as they looked over the ship signatures in New Dornalian space relayed by the sensor probes. A message had been sent back to Head-Quarters on whether or not she should jump to investigate the situation first hand. They could always send a message to the Dornalain government or the ship itself, but if a battle developed waiting for a reply could cost Dornalian lives.

Moments dragged by as they awaited the response from fleet-command on a word rather to stay or go.

"Ma'am, message from HQ."

Atosuryua arched an eyebrow as she looked over at the officer manning the communication system. "Don't keep us waiting. What is their response?"

The young Abh shook his head a bit flustered at her remark. "Fleet-command has given the go ahead to jump and investigate the matter but to prepared for possible first contacts."

"Very good. Inform our fleet to make the jump to Hyperspace but no one jumps into Dornalian space unless I give the order. We'll go out alone if necessary but unless a battle starts, all ships will remain in Hyperspace for attack pattern Thorn."

"Yes ma'am, relaying orders to the fleet."

The fleet lined up into formation to prepare for a jump into Hyperspace. With the close proximity of Dornalian space, it would only be a matter of minutes before they reached their destination. A brief lapse in time between the point that Vice-Admiral Febdauch's fleet disappeared to a swirling vortex opening in close proximity to the Dornalian ship Sitting Bull. Fortunately not too close though as Jump points had nasty tendancies of tearing any ship apart that got too close.

"Contact with Dornalian ship, ma'am."

Atosuryua relaxed in her chair at the successful jump as the rest of her fleet stood by in Hyperspace should they be needed. The violet colored flagship with the emblem of the Abh Empire, the eight headed dragon of Gaftonosh, floated close to the Dornalian ship.

"Get me a link with the Dornalian ship. Let's find out the situation."

"Aye ma'am. Sending message now."

This is Vice-Admiral Febdauch Atosuryua of the flagship Chloal. We have detected a number of unknown vessels in your region and are here to assess the situation. Do you require assistance?

"A small suggestion, attempt diplomatic relations and see if you can gain access to star charts and such in an 'attempt' to make our search easier."
"Point taken, open the coms. Enough of this text bullshit," Barrows stated waiting for the nod from the com officer, "You might be surprised, they tend to sneak around a rather lot. However since we are here right now we would be interested in learning a little more about yourselves to ensure that any further run ins by our search ships are peaceful and beneficial to both our peoples."
Nodding for the broadcast to end Barrows looked over at the holo-projected Thanos decided to occupy, "Scan the other ship, see if you can learn a little about them. Keep it discreet."


The reply from the Beautiful Days was greeted with a slightly different reply than the Britannians got; the Phalanixians (?) had indeed once met the People's Acolytes, so Gracie had some data on them that was admittedly not up to the realities before Political Officer Aretakis and the Captain.

"Well, I guess since the Captain shared info with the Britannians, I can share info too. I'm sending you some basic info about us; however, Grace here cross indexed two different editions of our factbook (http://skaugra.proboards55.com/index.cgi?board=dornalia2), so don't be surprised if things get somewhat confusing (OOC: Again, some of the materials may be out of date or confusing. Don't hesitate to ask.). If you have any questions, feel free to ask us; and if we need to meet face to face, we can make that possible too."



"Contact with Dornalian ship, ma'am."

Atosuryua relaxed in her chair at the successful jump as the rest of her fleet stood by in Hyperspace should they be needed. The violet colored flagship with the emblem of the Abh Empire, the eight headed dragon of Gaftonosh, floated close to the Dornalian ship.

"Get me a link with the Dornalian ship. Let's find out the situation."

"Aye ma'am. Sending message now."

The sudden appearance of Abh ships added confusion to the mix of vessels, which was frankly already somewhat difficult for Captain Johnson to keep track of already. Still, he was glad to find someone familiar, and glad that FEDBED and any other comms in the area (OOC: Forgive me for the assumption, but I would logically assume FEDBED automatically tripped as this occurred....) had alerted the others to this event.

"Looks like help has arrived," Captain Johnson said. He smiled and said, pushing a few buttons. The message then flowed in:

This is Vice-Admiral Febdauch Atosuryua of the flagship Chloal. We have detected a number of unknown vessels in your region and are here to assess the situation. Do you require assistance?

Johnson then had the Comms officer reply to the Abh, as they were quite full up already. Thus, Comms replied with, "Vice-Admiral, this is the Sitting Bull. We've got things fine here so far. Just one unknown vessel, one that identifies itself as possibly Phalanixian, and another escaping ship crewed by irate persons. Plus an errant Space Marine battle barge talking nonsense. We're fine here, but stand by to render assistance if things get hot. We brought only ourselves and a few other ships here on exercises."

"Well looks like we got lucky and have completed a secondary objective or two," Thanos muttered as he processed the the information and began to update the archives.

"Thank you for the information, as it stands a face to face meeting would probably be a nice change of pace from the norm of ones and zeros and pixels. Any preference for a face to face meeting?"

OOC: Expect a post from me in the near future, justing checking something with Neo Holy Britannia

"Message coming through from the Dornalians."

Atosuryua straightened her posture. "On screen Communications."

"Aye ma'am."

"Vice-Admiral, this is the Sitting Bull. We've got things fine here so far. Just one unknown vessel, one that identifies itself as possibly Phalanixian, and another escaping ship crewed by irate persons. Plus an errant Space Marine battle barge talking nonsense. We're fine here, but stand by to render assistance if things get hot. We brought only ourselves and a few other ships here on exercises."

The Vice-Admiral tapped a fingernail on the armrest of her seat as she listened to the message. "Very well. We will standby to provide any assistance that may be needed."

She clicked off one link to the Dornalian ship and turned one on inside her own vessel. "All crew, this is Vice-Admiral Febdauch. We are going to maintain a level 1 battle stance for the time being. All non-essential crew members should stand down and get some rest. All other crew members will work in shifts of two hours. Further information will be delivered as it comes to the command staff."

FYI: Level 1 is the lowest battle ready stance possible for the Abh. Don't know how the rest of your militaries work.

ooc agrresive first contact

ic coms to abh ship how fairs you
to dornalain vessels break of from the area of imperial operatioations lest the astartes purge you from this sector this is your only warning

OOC: Sorry for the late post.

IC: Ensign Paris' screen lit up as more ships entered the system not to mention the small battle between the unknown shuttle and ND fighters.

" Ma'am new ships entering the systen" Paris informed the captian. " Oh more? Very well lets take this time to introduce ourselfs to the others. Open a comm link with the newist ship first.

"This is the Holy Britannian Cruiser Britannia. I am her Captian but for the these talks you shell know me by my full name Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession. We are on a mission of Exploration and Colonisation. It seems our arrival in this system has caught the eye of others. We wish to make a peaceful first contact"

The message was repeated to the Phalanixian ship, the shuttle and the space marines.

Marianne walked over to Shōgo and said in a low voice " So whats your take on all this? So many ships arriveing in response to one unknown vessle." Shōgo responded " It would seem that the borders of a few nations are within a short distance in this area. It would also seem that there is still a good bit of open space between us and them and that this sector of space might be unstable power wise do to the reactions seen today."

Marianne smiled " That's why i requested you be my first officer on this ship. I always know i can count on you to share your thoughts openly with me when asked."

As the two taslked both kept a ear open for the responses that were sure to come at any moment.

"Well looks like we got lucky and have completed a secondary objective or two," Thanos muttered as he processed the the information and began to update the archives.

"Thank you for the information, as it stands a face to face meeting would probably be a nice change of pace from the norm of ones and zeros and pixels. Any preference for a face to face meeting?"

"Sure," PO Aretakis said. "I'd love to invite your commanders over to chat. Or, if that's not good, maybe go over to your vessel. Either one would be fine."

He then turned to the Captain and said, "What of the Britannians? Should we go talk to them too? It seems that may be a good option, considering they haven't said much in reply to our transmission so far."

The Captain then said, "Hmm.....might be worth it." He then hailed the Britannians and said, "Your Highness, would it be possible to talk in person with you?"

ooc agrresive first contact

ic coms to abh ship how fairs you
to dornalain vessels break of from the area of imperial operatioations lest the astartes purge you from this sector this is your only warning

"This is our territory. The Workers State recognizes this sector as the State-Socialist Representative of New Monterrey. I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure it is all a mistake. We can send you star charts and other data confirming, but we'd like to let you know this is our space. I'm sure we can work this out without resorting to violence," the Captain replied, as PO Aretakis silently (and off screen) pushed a few buttons and texted for reinforcements from outside. If push came to shove, and the Astartes decided to attack, they'd get some help.

OOC: Dude, seriously--calm your forces down. I'm not interested in a shooting war here.

OOC: Seph, I thought we talked man. ND already laid claim to all of this taking place in his territory. There is no reason for your ship to go all defensive.

IC:

As the slow duty of monitoring the system for any new activity settled in, Atosuryua took the time to read over the reports while she engaged her Chief of Staff in a game of chess to pass the time. Their holographic game was interrupted by two announcements, one being a message from one of the unidentified ships while a second came from threats on the Sephrioth end.

"What would you like to do deal with first ma'am?"

Atosuryua sighed. "Let's handle the guests before we finish our game." The holographic game of chess folded in on itself and disappeared leaving the bridge back to its normal military form.

"This is the Holy Britannian Cruiser Britannia. I am her Captian but for the these talks you shell know me by my full name Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession. We are on a mission of Exploration and Colonisation. It seems our arrival in this system has caught the eye of others. We wish to make a peaceful first contact"

"Well they seem to have a sense of propriety and obvious social hierarch. Communications, give them the welcome message."

"Aye ma'am."

This is the Chloal of Star Forces responding to unknown intrusions on allied space. I am Vice-Admiral Febdauch Atosuryua and Baroness of the Fedbauch territory of the Abh Empire. You seem to have run the luck of finding plenty to explore here, though unfortunately you will find little to colonize in this sector of space. If you intend on remaining in the system then we hope you enjoy your peaceful stay in New Dornalia.

Atosuryua shut off her communication panel and leaned back in her seat. "Alright, who's next?"

Her Chief of Staff headed out to the railing that overlooked the tactical battle map in the floor of the flagship and pulled up the information on the Sephrioth battle barge. "It looks as if this our next target. They appear to be confused on the borders of their realm."

"I guess we'll have to straighten them out then. Put me in contact with their commander."

"Yes ma'am."

To Sephrioth Battle Barge, this is Vice-Admiral Febdauch of the Abh Empire. We request that you stand down from your hostile posture before any mistakes are made. This is indeed territory of New Dornalia and we can confirm any claims that they make. If you require any assistance, then let us know at once. Otherwise we believe you will be making a grievous error.

Message finished, she flicked off her terminal and brought up their game of chess once more. Perhaps not the best of times to resume a leisure game of chess but Atosuryua kept a wary eye on her tactical data in the event anything should change.

The monitor dedicated to tracking all the currently scanned ships in system lit up again as more ships started to enter from where ever. Thanos who was tasked yet again with making sense of this sighed and updated the chart before attempting to alert Captain Barrows who by now was busy with the latest communication burst.

"Sure," PO Aretakis said. "I'd love to invite your commanders over to chat. Or, if that's not good, maybe go over to your vessel. Either one would be fine."

"Either or would work to be honest, though I must warn you as to the fact our vessel isn't up to par according to the old diplomatic requirements. Though I'm sure we could dig up a bottle of bourbon or scotch to celebrate this meeting."

From the holo-tank that occupied the center of the bridge Thanos took shape, a cybernetic version of a Greek scholar, and motioned for Barrows attention.
She quickly stopped the message, sent it as it was, and nodded it was safe to talk again.
"We just got a hail from the other vessel, you might get a rather good chuckle out of it."

"This is the Holy Britannian Cruiser Britannia. I am her Captian but for the these talks you shell know me by my full name Marianne Vi Britannia First Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire and Fourth in Line of Succession. We are on a mission of Exploration and Colonisation. It seems our arrival in this system has caught the eye of others. We wish to make a peaceful first contact"

"Start recording and prepare to send on my mark," Barrows barked after reading the message then nodded to Thanos, "This is the Allied Forces of Phalanix light cruiser Beautiful Days, in a way we too are on a similar mission however we are simply trying to return lost soldiers who have yet to learn of the end of our civil war to the fold in an effort to rebuild our once proud empire."

The ship continued along for a moment, presumably crafting up just as a rude and inappropriate comment for the Sephrioth, the Dornalians and perhaps even the Neo Britannians, however there was something that happened...

"What's going on... you don't think...?"

"No, This is totally different, do not even think that it is." a woman wagged her finger as she entered the make shift medical bay.

"****, we're not stocked for an emergency like this... we're not stocked for any emergency."

"Shut up... What's going on?"

"He's basically chocking, it's nothing to do with the heart."

"You get onto the Dornalians tell them we need emergency medical help."

"How did it happen?"

"I dunno he just started chocking as if something got lodged in his throat. Could it be... "

"No!" she moved around and picked up a writing impliment, one with a hollow tube and using the sharp end of the same impliment to puncture a hole in his neck.

"What are you doing?" an alarmed crewman responded

"He needs to breath the Dornalians should be able to sterilse the wound."

...
Wide Open Transmission

Medical Emergency, Medical Emergency crew member in desperate need of immediate medical treatment. We're lowering shields and attached are details of patient attached to transmission.

Medical Emergency, Medical Emergency crew member in desperate need of immediate medical treatment. We're lowering shields and attached are details of patient attached to transmission.

"About friggin' time," PO Aretakis said, grumbling slightly about the fact these people were choosing NOW to be receptive to Dornalian hails. Some reply was better than none, he supposed, though it was a shame it was a medical one.

"Right. Gracie, can we beam a man in there?"

The ever-faithful AI said, "Mhm. Can do."

"Right." Aretakis hailed for a couple of medics to go aboard the ship, and they beamed over to where the crew was.

"Hello? How can we--oh, damn." Seeing the crewman with the impromptu tracheotomy performed on him, the medics looked at one another, and looked at the crew of the vessel. "This shouldn't be too hard. Stand back."

One medic began scanning the man for the source of the problem, holding the scanner in his mouth and attempting to solve the choking problem using all means possible whilst the other began sterilizing the wound using an alcohol and nanite compound.

"Either or would work to be honest, though I must warn you as to the fact our vessel isn't up to par according to the old diplomatic requirements. Though I'm sure we could dig up a bottle of bourbon or scotch to celebrate this meeting."

"That's fine by me. Tell you what--why not come over here? I'm sure we got some room on my vessel, and it's up to code. And, I got the whiskey we need," Johnson smiled and replied.

With the Dornalians taking charge of the situation they went back to the side the head woman looked steely at the others under her command, the message was clear,"Don't say a word".

The makeshift tracheotemy didnt seem to do anything he was on the verge of death, there was something inside his actual wind pipe at the main bronchiol branching of the wind pipe to the two different lungs. What it was they had no idea, it wasn't so much an object but a void, almost as if the waves of energy sent by the scanner were absorbed into whatever it was that was blocking the tube.

He already had been deprived of oxygen for just over a minute and a half.

With the Dornalians taking charge of the situation they went back to the side the head woman looked steely at the others under her command, the message was clear,"Don't say a word".

The makeshift tracheotemy didnt seem to do anything he was on the verge of death, there was something inside his actual wind pipe at the main bronchiol branching of the wind pipe to the two different lungs. What it was they had no idea, it wasn't so much an object but a void, almost as if the waves of energy sent by the scanner were absorbed into whatever it was that was blocking the tube.

He already had been deprived of oxygen for just over a minute and a half.

"Come on, come on!" The medic trying to save the man from choking was frantic now, and he wondered what was the matter. Turning to his second, he yelled through his scanner, "Grab the damn scanner!" The second grabbed the scanner and said, "Damn. There's a fuckin' void there, Jonesy."

The man trying to help him said, "What? Jesus christ. Nothin' in there? I'm clockin' a minute and a half, with major brain damage about to result or having occurred already!"

"Nope, nothin'!" The medic freaked out, and said, "At least the wound's clean."

"Clean wound's gonna do shit versus a choke!" Jonesy said. "Come on, come on....Bob, the intubator! Extra ox! Let's go!"

The other medic then produced an oxygen tank and mask and tubes. The tubes went into the stoma, the mask around the nose. The man then began releasing oxygen--purified--at a controlled rate, via a computer on the tanks. Hopefully, this would do something.

"This is the Allied Forces of Phalanix light cruiser Beautiful Days, in a way we too are on a similar mission however we are simply trying to return lost soldiers who have yet to learn of the end of our civil war to the fold in an effort to rebuild our once proud empire."

" I see i am sorry to hear of the war your nation has fought. I will inform our forces to be on the look out for any lost forces to relay the news to them."

The medical emergency on the unknown shuttle was being watched by Shōgo who sent a quick message to the New Dornalian Forces

" If you need any aid please let us know, our medical staff may not be exprinced with any deep space injury as of yet they are fast to learn."

While the commander was busy with offical work captian, no Princess Marianne took the time to speak to the first time with someone worthy of speaking to a princess outsider her nation The Baroness Febdauch Atosuryua.

" Greetings Baroness i am wondering if me and my commander might share a drink togather on your ship. I must admit i am glad to see another nation with a understand of a social system and not ruled by the Peasants rabble. And also i am eger to see a ship from another race atleast i assume your none human by your look. Oh befor i forget dont worry about my commander either, he may not act it but he is a Count so he is of noble blood."

ooc my bad been un avalable for a few days

ic coms to all force we are standing down we have come to greet the new race

Posted as you can see above

With another message coming in through the flagship's channels, Atosuryua was forced again to abandon her game of chess. Her yellow eyes narrowed teasingly at her chief of staff. "It is only delaying the inevitable."

The Abh officer smiled slightly as he gave a differential nod. "Perhaps, but you did not assign me as your chief simply for my good looks."

She had to admit it was true. While his strategies were often times unorthodox, they did manage to work out in the end. "Very well, put the message on screen."

"Oh you're going to love this, ma'am."

" Greetings Baroness i am wondering if me and my commander might share a drink togather on your ship. I must admit i am glad to see another nation with a understand of a social system and not ruled by the Peasants rabble. And also i am eger to see a ship from another race atleast i assume your none human by your look. Oh befor i forget dont worry about my commander either, he may not act it but he is a Count so he is of noble blood."

Atosuryua listened to the message and hid a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "This should be interesting to see. Extend the invitation."

"Yes ma'am."

Traditionally Abh nobility and Abh royalty did not exactly get along with one another so it would be interesting to see how foreign royalty would mix with the Abh nobility. Shortly after Atosuryua finished listening to the message, a reply was sent inviting the princess and her count to the Chloal. Crew members in charge of catering victory celebrations and dining for ambassadors, was alerted to the incoming of foreign royalty and to prepare a suitable reception.

"Come on, come on!" The medic trying to save the man from choking was frantic now, and he wondered what was the matter. Turning to his second, he yelled through his scanner, "Grab the damn scanner!" The second grabbed the scanner and said, "Damn. There's a fuckin' void there, Jonesy."

The man trying to help him said, "What? Jesus christ. Nothin' in there? I'm clockin' a minute and a half, with major brain damage about to result or having occurred already!"

"Nope, nothin'!" The medic freaked out, and said, "At least the wound's clean."

"Clean wound's gonna do shit versus a choke!" Jonesy said. "Come on, come on....Bob, the intubator! Extra ox! Let's go!"

The other medic then produced an oxygen tank and mask and tubes. The tubes went into the stoma, the mask around the nose. The man then began releasing oxygen--purified--at a controlled rate, via a computer on the tanks. Hopefully, this would do something.

The oxygen wasn't getting through, there was a weird sort of rippling, sort of squelching noise but everything was coming back out the nose and mouth. The chocking gagging reflex was in full swing but whatever was blocking the passage was making an almost 100% air-tight seal.

He was starting to get weaker and weaker in his automatic reflex actions. Soon, He'd be dead lying on the makeshift operating table with the Dornalians unable to assist him. The remaining crew were just standing back in shock, one of the younger ones started crying un-controllably.

The Captain bowed her head and started towards the medics, she gazed down at the body and saw what looked like black Jello/Jelly, it was approximately an inch(2.54cm) cubed in volume and was coming out of the dead man's mouth. "Go, Go now" she screamed. If it landed anywhere near the nose, mouth, eyes or any other similar place then it would slide directly into the body through whatever gap it had.

OOC: Will try to get a post up tonight if not then tommrow

The oxygen wasn't getting through, there was a weird sort of rippling, sort of squelching noise but everything was coming back out the nose and mouth. The chocking gagging reflex was in full swing but whatever was blocking the passage was making an almost 100% air-tight seal.

He was starting to get weaker and weaker in his automatic reflex actions. Soon, He'd be dead lying on the makeshift operating table with the Dornalians unable to assist him. The remaining crew were just standing back in shock, one of the younger ones started crying un-controllably.

The Captain bowed her head and started towards the medics, she gazed down at the body and saw what looked like black Jello/Jelly, it was approximately an inch(2.54cm) cubed in volume and was coming out of the dead man's mouth. "Go, Go now" she screamed. If it landed anywhere near the nose, mouth, eyes or any other similar place then it would slide directly into the body through whatever gap it had.

The medics fell back, and dropped the oxygen masks as they scrambled to get to the side of the room. They attempted to move as far away from the blob as possible, and they were certainly surprised and alarmed by its presence. Frantically, they radioed the Sitting Bull, saying, "Sitting Bull, this is Sgt. MacKenzie. We've encountered some really wierd shit. A black goo coming out of this man's mouth! Need assistance, over!"

The Britannian message was greeted by Sgt. MacKenzie, who said, "If any of your men wants to come down and get a quick lesson on the scary shit in the universe, they're free to come whenever!"

After the invitation was confirmed Princess Marianne and Count Shōgo readyed themselfs for the event. Even tho they were of a foreign to the Abh and vis versa the princess assumed that the event would be like most other events that she attends.

" I do hope that the Abh nobility is intresting, like you my dear count and not like those boring persites in the Imperial Court who are more intrested in kissing up to my father for more titles and power then anything else."

Shōgo laughed at her comments, it was rare he got to see her true self. Always haveing to act the role she is given for the day be it that of the military leader or the princess who has to be refined and elegant.
" I am sure she will be intresting, i got that feeling from when she spoke with you. Tho please try and remember you are representing the Britannian Empire so try not to get carried away."

" My dear Shōgo when do i ever?" Marianne said with a smile as they boarded the shuttle.

Marianne took the pilot seat and contacted the bridge. " This is the captian requesting permission to take off"

" You are clear for departure have fun and commander have the captian back by midnight" Ensign Paris said.

Shōgo started to say somthing befor Marianne cut him off " Well if you have time for jokeing Ensign paris then you have time to do a full check on the communcations array. Lt Baker you're in command untell i return try and hold the ship togather while i am gone."

The shuttle bay doors opened and the shuttle zipped threw heading for the Abh vessle. As it neared they sent a message requesting permission to dock.


OOC: I will make another post when i have more time tonight or tommrow about that medical emergency.

As the Britania shuttle approached, clearance was given for the shuttle to dock with the flagship. Holographic guiding squares ignited around the Chloal illuminating a path that wound down under the flagship and up into its belly. Once the ship touched down on the metalic plating in the floor, the outter doors closed sealing the hull and bringing atmosphere flooding back into the ship so it was breathable once more.

Docking bay secured, a mechanical armo latched onto the ship to hold it steady. Shortly after a side door swooshed open with white light beaming through the portal. Through the doorway strode a young Abh male officer with long blue hair tied off in a pony tail that just fell passed his shoulders with a silver tiara wrapped around his forehead. Followed behind him was attractive woman wearing a more decorated uniform in her single winged tiara, blue cape on her shoulders, command saber stashed in a belt behind her back, and a golden insignia of an eight-headed dragon emblazened on her left breast.

Both Abh officers snapped to attention when they saw the princess and the count. "Chief of Staff Qanna of the Abh Empire."

The woman in an even longer blue pony tail spoke next. "I am Vice-Admiral Febdauch Atosuryua (http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/Abh_Empire/Seikai%20no%20Senki%20III/Seikai_no_S115.jpg) of Star Forces and the Abh Empire. Welcome aboard the Chloal."

The Dornalians were too quick, they got away before the black slimey thing could attack them, whatever it was it decided to change.... going for one of the 3 remaining crew (not the captain). He tried covering his mouth and noise with his hands but it just forced it's way through in between them and down inside.

There was a strange look on his face a mixture of terror and why me. His faced almost bleached itself white, before he just collapsed onto his knees and started sobbing uncontrollably... after a few seconds tears were coming down his cheek.

The response from his crew members was two fold, they were frightened themelves and for their crew member or frightened for themselves and slightly disgusted that he just fell apart like that.

He looked up at the Dornalian medics, continuing to sob... "Please, help me... please? pleeeheheheheeeeeaaase." taking an enormous breath he fully collapsed into the feotal position.

OOC: I will have a post up by monday, have a bad hang over atm.

Shōgo stepped off the shuttle first and then turned to help Princess Marianne step down. Once off Marianne smiled " I thank you for the reception i am looking forword to our day."

Shōgo was busy takeing in every little thing he looked at. Many of the things he saw were very much like the britannian systems tho clearly generations ahead.

The Abh officers escorted the Britania royalty and nobility through the series of pressurized doors that secured the atmosphere of the rest of the ship. Other Abh officers were about in the hallways seeing to their duties or heading to recreational grounds showing a pleasant mixture of both Abh and humans.

Paintings and holographic art of landscapes and scenes from planets decorated the ship's interior giving it a gentile sense. Soon it was all left behind as they passed through another series of doors and found themselves in a dining room with a vaulted ceiling. A long wooden rectangular table filled up the center with a few pitchers and glasses with various liquidy contents.

The room itself was oddly empty and white with a glowing light at the ceiling. "Please sit. What scenery would you prefer?"

The Dornalians were too quick, they got away before the black slimey thing could attack them, whatever it was it decided to change.... going for one of the 3 remaining crew (not the captain). He tried covering his mouth and noise with his hands but it just forced it's way through in between them and down inside.

There was a strange look on his face a mixture of terror and why me. His faced almost bleached itself white, before he just collapsed onto his knees and started sobbing uncontrollably... after a few seconds tears were coming down his cheek.

The response from his crew members was two fold, they were frightened themelves and for their crew member or frightened for themselves and slightly disgusted that he just fell apart like that.

He looked up at the Dornalian medics, continuing to sob... "Please, help me... please? pleeeheheheheeeeeaaase." taking an enormous breath he fully collapsed into the feotal position.

"Jesus, fuck!" "Bob" MacKenzie lept back and pulled out his sidearm. He was met with a grasping grip over his gun arm by "Jonesy." The other medic looked at him and said in a hyperactive manner, "Jesus christ! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

Turning to Jonesy, Bob let loose with a terse tongue lashing. It simply consisted of, "Well, what the fuck else can we do!? That goo killed one guy, nearly killed us, and it's gonna fuck up someone else!" Jonesy simply slapped him and said, "Pull yourself together and remember your MacGyverism 101 classes. Come on!" They nodded and got to work.

Approaching the man carefully, Bob still had his pistol hung low. Meanwhile, Jonesy pulled out a multipurpose tool favored by a lot of would be MacGyvers--the Energy Screwdriver (OOC: If you've ever seen Doctor Who, that;s where I borrowed the idea from--though their energy screwdriver was solely sonic. If not, look it up if you can.) . He then pulled out the scanner with his other hand, and began scanning the man to identify where the blob was, and then proceed to zap the area with the Energy Screwdriver once the offending region was identified. One spot for oxygen intake, the other zap to try and hurt the beast.

In the meantime, the Sitting Bull responded, "Sgt. MacKenzie, this is Sitting Bull. Hold your position. We are beaming aboard another group of medics. Be advised we are only sending one squad due to the unknown nature of the adversary. Over and out."

"Damn," Bob said....

As they studdied and scanned, they found that goo in the intestines, both large and small, 2 seperate globs which were about half it's original size.

"Uh... Captain..." said one of the crew members

"What is it?" the Captain replied, she was intently looking at what was happing with the medics and replied in a harsh tone unhappy to be distracted...

"Look..."

"Look at what?!..."

"Look at THAT!"

She turned her head to see the dead body of her now deceased crew member, but it was no longer the body was being dissolved, eaten by the goo, and now finally the last remnants of the body were gone.

"FUCK! Get us out of here now, We'll all be dead if you don't! Look, look at it!"

"FUCK! Get us out of here now, We'll all be dead if you don't! Look, look at it!"

Jonesy then spoke onto his comms, and said, "Mayday, mayday, we need emergency teleport of all surviving crew and all personnel. NOW!" This was done as the medics quickly backpedaled away from the blob, and bumped into a waiting squad of Dornalian medics that had warped onboard and were now duly shocked.

Jonesy then shook one of them in the shoulder, screaming, "We gotta go, man! WE GOTTA GO!"

On cue, sure enough, the medics and all surviving personnel were teleported out of there, into the waiting medical bay. Surrounded by a forcefield and a number of guards with flamethrowers and plasma guns, the main doctor and his team began running scans on them, to make sure the blob didn't pay a visit to the Sitting Bull. In the meantime, one of the security officers asked the survivors if they were alright. A formality, considering they probably didn't feel as such.

OOC: Will get a post up by sunday or monday, its my grandparents 50th anniversary tommrow.

Shōgo held the chair back for Princess Marianne as she sat down befor takeing his seat. They were impressed with the attention to decor on a ship, somthing which Britannian ships lacked at the moment.

" Anything with a waterfall please" Marianne said with a smile. It brings back fond memorys for her when she grew up at her mothers summer palace at the base of a waterfall in New Wales.

OOC: Sorry for my very late reply came down with stomic flu after last weekend.

The exhaustive scans of the crew of the now empty vessel didn't detect any void like that which was detected on the ill-fated crew member that got absorbed, eaten or whatever you want to call what happened.

The captain looked on to her scared crew member, she could understand the fear, but that was no excuse for a complete breakdown. She looked over towards one of his compatriots and gave a slight nod.

"Come on Jax," he said "It's not over yet, we're going to fight this. Come one, get up. We're going to face this, all of us. Come on we'll deal with it just like anything other toxic, locate, contain, then process."

Jax seemed to recover somewhat but he was still quite shaken, his fellow worker helped him up. What was up next, well that was up to the Dornalians.

Atosuryua punched in a few key commands on her clyuno wrist band then stood back as the plain white room transformed into flowing series of waterfalls cascading down a rocky surface where it eventually pooled into a crystal clear lake. The wooden table itself sat upon the lake and the attendants could see a number of fish swimming below their feet. Being a war vessel, there were no waiter or waitresses to see to distributing beverages or anything of that sort. Instead, the Baroness herself walked over to the pitchers and began filling glasses with a variety of colorful beverages.

She sent a tray around with the varios drinks for everyone to collect whatever they desired. Swirling a glass with a golden content, Atosuryua took a seat at the head of the table while her Chief of Staff sat at her right.

"I hope you enjoy your time aboard the Chloal, Princess Marianne. Now, how can the Abh Empire be of service to you?"

Marianne enjoyed the look the room had taken, they had had holodecks back home but they had yet to get them small enough to fit on to a military vessle.

" We would like your friendship more then anything. You cant imagine how happy i was to find another nation that had the common sense to have social hierarchy."

Marianne selected one of the drinks of the tray passed by, Shōgo passed the offer of a drink as he was still on duty and only took a seat when the Princess motiond for him to. He might have been a noble but it was his duty as a first officer to keep watch over the captian and more so as a member of the military to watch over the princess, This left him very little room at the moment to enjoy himself.

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Back on the ship Lt Baker was becomeing more and more troubled by the events unfolding with this little "void"

He conntacted the New Dornalian ship to request any information they had so they could be of some said

" This is Lt Baker any updates on what has unfolded on the Garbage Men vessle? I would like to send a team to help but from the information we have heard it might not be a good idea to send any of our people over."

Back on the ship Lt Baker was becomeing more and more troubled by the events unfolding with this little "void"

He conntacted the New Dornalian ship to request any information they had so they could be of some said

" This is Lt Baker any updates on what has unfolded on the Garbage Men vessle? I would like to send a team to help but from the information we have heard it might not be a good idea to send any of our people over."

The Britannian hail was answered by a gruff Scotsman, who took over the channel from the medics inside the field.

'This is Chief Medical Officer MacKinnon. We've taken custody of the men....as it is, we had to evacuate the survivors and the medics we sent over. The medics we sent swear they haven't been touched by whatever it was, but we're keeping forcefields around them in case."

"Yes I'm sure."

Atosuryua took a sip from her glass then returned it to the table. "Social heirarchy has its place, but that's all. Now, friendship is not a difficult thing to accomodate for you or your nation. Perhaps you could tell us a little bit about your nation so we might come to understand more about you."

" Well lets see Britannia is ruled by the Emperor who has full power over the nation. He has nineteen wives with over fifthty children. We hold at the moment four systems and with four planets with major settlements and five more with minor ones or outpost. We try to stick with tradition and still have a Knight system carried over from the days of old on earth." Marianne took a sip of her drink

" We are still in many ways like we were so long ago but at the same time very diffrent."

"Yeah, great help this is!" Jax spoke touching the wall of the force field... "So what your just going wait and see who dies? Well stuff this... I'm not going to die like Greg either you're going to take me to see a doctor or I'm going to kill myself now. I'm dead anyway!"

"Jax, what the crap are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" He pulled out a weapon, assuming the forcefield would also prevent shots in and out he put it to his head. "So, tell me... What are you going to do now?"

The others were quiet just... shocked at what was happening before there eyes one minute he was in the foetal position, next he's threatening to kill himself.

"Yeah, great help this is!" Jax spoke touching the wall of the force field... "So what your just going wait and see who dies? Well stuff this... I'm not going to die like Greg either you're going to take me to see a doctor or I'm going to kill myself now. I'm dead anyway!"

"Jax, what the crap are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" He pulled out a weapon, assuming the forcefield would also prevent shots in and out he put it to his head. "So, tell me... What are you going to do now?"

The others were quiet just... shocked at what was happening before there eyes one minute he was in the foetal position, next he's threatening to kill himself.

MacKinnon then walked to a cabinet and pulled out a shotgun, before marching up to the forcefield. He had little tolerance for bullshit, and frankly, he just wanted the people now contained to shut up. NOW. Racking the slide of the shotgun, he greeted the crew, especially Jax, with his massive frame and a glare. It may not have mattered to him there weren't any shells in it. To him, the intimidation factor was enough.

"Shut the hell up. There'll be no killin' or dyin' unless its me because you lot decided not to calm down. Now''s here's what happens. We're gonna run some scans. We're gonna ensure that whatever ate ya aboard the vessel didn't sneak onboard. If it did, we teleport it into space, a star, whatever. No sense in keeping it around, even if the Science Officer insists on doing so. Now, kindly submit to the scans, or I will have a problem."

At that point, blue lights began going off, as the men and women inside the chamber were scanned, along with medical staff next to the chamber. MacKinnon, meanwhile, watched them all.

" Well lets see Britannia is ruled by the Emperor who has full power over the nation. He has nineteen wives with over fifthty children. We hold at the moment four systems and with four planets with major settlements and five more with minor ones or outpost. We try to stick with tradition and still have a Knight system carried over from the days of old on earth." Marianne took a sip of her drink

" We are still in many ways like we were so long ago but at the same time very diffrent."

"I see."

Atosuryua took another sip from her glass then had its contents topped off. In short order a hovering cart filled with food was pushed in by an ensign. Being sent to the borders of their realm on a possible counter-attack mission, supplies for a victory celebration had been stocked into the storage compartment. Since there was no battle to be fought, the food needed to be eaten so Atosuryua had some brought up to the meeting room.

It was a far fancier spread than was normal for Star Forces personnel to eat at standard meals but since they were entertaining guests, protocol called for something a little more. Everything from tender meats to sweets were brought out for the guests to sample.

"Please help yourselves."

Taking one more drink to clear her throat, "If it pleases you, we can have information on the history of the Abh Empire sent back home with you. It might help you to better understand who we are."

At that point, blue lights began going off, as the men and women inside the chamber were scanned, along with medical staff next to the chamber. MacKinnon, meanwhile, watched them all.

"Doesn't look like we have a choice!" Jax exclaimed as the blue light faded, the scan was complete and yes there was that thing still in Jax's body. Jax knew it, and now the Dornalians knew it too, as soon as the light faded. "Stuff you lot." and he fired his weapon, spraying gorey muck onto everyone else within the forcefield containment zone.

The Captain exclaimed a four letter expletive, "Everyone put your weapons on the ground ALL of them. I'm not having this again!" She glared intensely at her underlings and one by one they started to disarm, a primary gun, a secondary gun and knife. The weapons where different but thier purpose was obvious.

"Doesn't look like we have a choice!" Jax exclaimed as the blue light faded, the scan was complete and yes there was that thing still in Jax's body. Jax knew it, and now the Dornalians knew it too, as soon as the light faded. "Stuff you lot." and he fired his weapon, spraying gorey muck onto everyone else within the forcefield containment zone.

The Captain exclaimed a four letter expletive, "Everyone put your weapons on the ground ALL of them. I'm not having this again!" She glared intensely at her underlings and one by one they started to disarm, a primary gun, a secondary gun and knife. The weapons where different but thier purpose was obvious.

MacKinnon sighed, and didn't take any chances. "Gracie, quarantine the Sickbay. Now!" At that, forcefields emerged over the doors, and the floor, walls and ceiling became suddenly firmer, having been reinforced with abblative plate of some sort. MacKinnon then witnessed the Gracie avatar on the Sickbay's screens turn into a nurse in a full HAZMAT suit, saying, "Quarantine established."

"Right. Nothing's leaving sickbay. We're going to implement full decon procedures, starting now. Remove all nonessential articles of clothing--you can keep your undies--and leave them on the floor; I'll teleport them into a secure area. This means you get to have some dignity. This is gonna be a little embarassing, but that's why they invented a Privacy Filter." The forcefield then became somewhat grayed out and ghosted to give the unfortunates some privacy, and MacKinnon continued with, "When that's done, we'll spray you with some nanotech cleanser to get ye sterilzed."

OOC: Feel free to skip over the details.

Their clothes (minus appropriate underwear) where shed and left on the floor. All choice had been removed, they looked at their dead companion... "awww... Jax. Why man."

They waited as whatever was going to happen would happen, there wasn't much else for them to do, in their naked state. For them it wasn't really something to be ashamed about, they had seen much worse things in their time than a naked body, but they did react like they were shy.

"I'm sorry about this." The Captain said to the medics, purposefully not looking over to them, she would respect any cultural taboos that the Dornalians had, if only she knew what they were.

Their clothes (minus appropriate underwear) where shed and left on the floor. All choice had been removed, they looked at their dead companion... "awww... Jax. Why man."

They waited as whatever was going to happen would happen, there wasn't much else for them to do, in their naked state. For them it wasn't really something to be ashamed about, they had seen much worse things in their time than a naked body, but they did react like they were shy.

"I'm sorry about this." The Captain said to the medics, purposefully not looking over to them, she would respect any cultural taboos that the Dornalians had, if only she knew what they were.

The remnants of Jax were targeted deftly by an orderly, and teleported into a secure area along with their clothing. Meanwhile, the crew were promptly sprayed down with a sort of disinfectant. It would feel prickly, for sure, but not as strong as what they were used to. Then again, the Dornie disinfectants were really rather quite advanced.

Then, fresh sets of clothes were teleported into the forcefield area, saying, "Here ya are. They might not be the best fit, but better than skivvies. Put em on, and you can step out once yer done."

As this occurred, the clothing, and the efflua that could be recovered, were promptly put under scanners and sealed environments usually found in advanced medical facilities or university biolabs dedicated to disease control. These areas in turn were surrounded by forcefields, to prevent the goo from escaping.