NationStates Jolt Archive

It was approximently two months after the incident that had occured in Deatan space, an event that nearly brought two races to the brink of war. Greywatch had promised to resolve the situation and after a long court process, the colonizers of Blasphemous Fish were given the chance to co-colonize a new system. Despite much scepticism, Deatan forces were allowed to accompany the BF and Greywatch colonizers to the new system.

It had taken about a week and a half to find a system that met BF colonization standards. The energy signatures of a system could be picked up from Pressure Space. As the rift opened up, the group was met by the sight they'd been waiting to see for so long now, a perfect system. Twin suns; five planets, two of them were gas giants possessing quite a few moons; and an asteroid belt. It would make a great location for a joint-colony.

As the PSR opened up, the ships slowly shuffled out.

<This is Worldstarter Hive, as you know, we can't move for a few minutes due to the amount of energy that required. For that reason, you should go on ahead of us, we'll catch up. Scan the surfaces of the planets and determine if there is anyone of interest, make sure trhese places can be made habitable.>

With that, the Worldstarter closed the PSR, the Deatans and BF forces were at its side. It was time for a new start, a second chance, especially for the BF colonizers.

OOC: Okay, so here it is finally, sorry if its a crap intro but I was kinda in a rush. Anywho, got to go now.

<We copy Hive, moving out.>

Admiral Armstrong stood at ease on the bridge of his commander carrier, The Saint. The Blasfisian fleet deployed around the newly repaired colony vessels... this was what they'd been waiting for.

'Okay people, lets do this right!' enthused the Admiral over the NCI frequency.

'Intrepid, find me the legrange point between those two stars, position yourselves there and give me a full scan. From that position, given time, your sensors should be able to fully scan each planet in the system.'

'Copy that admiral, moving out.' replied Captain Ellis as the graceful BF-1401 effortlessly slipped out of formation.

'Miraxxes and Atreydies, move in as close as you can to those gas giants and get me a full sweep. Lets see which one would suit us.'

'Yes sir.' The captains replied in unison as their own vessels twisted away to carry out their orders.

'Colony vessels, move in-system, prepare to deploy as soon as we've found the optimal positions for you.'

'All recieved, moving in-system.' Came the reply as the huge disk-shaped ships pushed forward on their rebuilt engines with the remaining BF-1401s in formation around them. 'We're holding steady sir, engine readings are all green. Those Greywatch techs really know their stuff!'

Armstrong kept the Saint in position near the emergence zone with the massive Greywatch world starter, still recovering from jumping the large fleet of ships all at once, and the deatan fleet.

<This is Armstrong to Hive and Deatan flagship, we're sending you sensor images from our BF-1401 in the very centre of the system holding position between the two stars. Feel free to move in at your leisure and establish yourselves. We're eager to get things up and running!>

ooc: do you mind if I bump into a different civilization (I control, but not really Deatan, like playing two sides)?

<Of course>, replied the Muse. Admiral Atos had upgraded yet again. <We are beginning a planetary sweep of the nearby rock planet.> He sent out its coordinates.

The crew was hardly thrilled to be here, and he couldn't blame them. A mere two months ago, they had been about to kill all the Blasfisian soldiers in the colonization fleet, and detain the civilians indefinitely. thanks to Greywatch intervention then and direct imperial orders now, they were currently stuck helping them colonize a new system. The great amount of "friendliness" coming from the BFs didn't help either, and it was paid back in kind. well, the sooner they finished this, the sooner they could leave.

OOC: I suppose.
IC:

<Worldstarter Hive, moving out now.>

The Workldstarter began pushing forward to the planet closest to the twin suns. Officers scurried, one looked up from his controls, "Captains, those two suns are maintaining a perfect balance, they appear to be spinning around one another almost but not moving closer to each other. The planets are orbiting them as they would any other sun." A captain looked back, "Scan the moons of the gas giants, find some moons that are habitable and lay claim to them and the gas giant. Then move closer to the planet closest to the suns, its most likely a desert world full of canyons and the like, we need one of those." The officer nodded, "Yes sir." The other Greywatch frigates broke off flying to the gas giants to help with scans as Hive moved closer to the center of the system.

OOC: I'll give kewen an excuse to get involved at some point if that's cool with everyone?

IC:

'Admiral, this is Ellis, all planets surveyed, I'm relaying preliminary results to you now.'

'Colonisation vessels, move in on the second planet from the nearst star and the gas giant in that star's orbit. Standard procedures are to be followed, deployed the defence platforms as soon as you're stable in orbit. After that land and get secured planet side on the second planet and deploy your manufacturing modules and particle scoop from orbit around the gas giant.'

'Intrepid, any signs of life in-system?'

'Simple organisms and bacteria on most of the habitable planets... nothing dangerous so far... but we're getting some peculiar readings from the planet the Deata fleet are heading for... there's no background radiation whatsoever... which is most unusual...'

'What could have caused that?'

'I couldn't speculate sire.'

<This is Armstrong to Hive, direct you senors to these co-ordinates... confirm, no back ground radiation... have you come accross this before?>

ooc: hmmm signatures well the location of this isnt specified ! i might as weel says its on the fringes of my space and i dont technically "colonise worlds" infact 60% of my space is unnocupied we live mainly on the planets with collecion pools as such we dont much care if you colonies the remianders in our system but make one twitch at a collection pool and we will do something!. also if you guys have a problem with me already having aa colony or claim its my space i have a second itropost for this i can throw in
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On the far side of the planet (one specified by BF) not much activity was going on, in fact to all kewen currently near the planet they hadnt ever registered the Greywatch ships and thats a feat considering the signals put out by their arrival,

Most if not everyone in few ships in orbit of the far side of the rocky planet were skeleton crew as most personel were down below on the planet with the "collection pools".

The side of the planet the other fleets could see seemed normal but., on the other side it was completely different Vast Silverly pools dotted its surface and large pillars were being formed from them and jutted out into the air small creatures ran across the ground in a hurry seeking out their respective spots.

"SssssssIRE!, We have been sssssso foolissssh enough not to keep an eye out otherssssss have ventured into this sssssyssstem" Came a voice from within the dimly lit control room abord the Battle Crusier Instigator
"Sssssssssso what are you waiting for wake the otherssss and meet them" replied a more deeper darker voice.


The Instigator and its twin the Juror both 1.3 km Battlecrusiers slid out from behind the planet a minute later after powering up followed by a few dozen PD Frigates.
"This is the Battle Crusiers Instigator and Juror, welcome to the fringes of the Kevengenar Empire, Please state your name and purpose in this partially claimed system"

'Not Again!' Admiral Amrstrong thought to himself... 'Another dispute isn't what this colony needs! One thing's for sure... we're not going to be forced from THIS system.'

<This is Admiral Armstrong of the Blasfisian Command Carrier The Saint. We are here on a co-colonisation mission with members of the Greywatch alliance, ships from the deatan empire are providing close support until our colony is established.

You said 'partially claimed' system... what exactly do you mean by that?>

Armstrong reached out on the NCI band, giving instructions to his BF-1401s. The sleek blasfisian vessels began to shift formation, subtley bring the two Kewen battle cruisers into range and line of sight, while shielding them from the colony vessels which were still in the process of moving to their respective planets.

<Primed encoded communique to Greywatch - Who are they? Have you had any dealings with them in the past?>

All of the kewen ships activated their sheilds in a flurry of activty the smaller vessels moved in front of the Battle Crusiers and primed weapons while the crusiers stood and watched
"Admiral Armsssstrong, When we sssssay partially claimed we say partiallay claimed there is no other meaning, we Claim part of this sssyssstem, the only we part we need,want,ussse and live in. definitive enough?" Came a dark and sinister voice dissmissivly
"We ssssstrongry ssssugessst you keep any ships away from our planet or we will open fire without quessssstion or warning other than that feel free to the ssssysssstem" come a second lighter voice trailing off into deep laughter

A small data packet was sent to every ship in sight detailing exactly down to the nearest Microgap(Inchor equiv in Centermeters) the area deemed offlimts around the planet, it was a respectfully distance which would soon be filled with hundreds if not dozens of gleaming weapons platforms shipyards and Ceremonial Stations.

'We should probably tell the Deatans to steer clear of the Kewen...' mumbled Armstrong as he accessed the communications array.

'Or not...' muttered one of the bridge officers.

Most of the bridge crew chuckled at that, Armstrong pretended not to have heard, but had trouble keeping the smile from his face.

<This is Armsrong to Kewen fleet, we copy that, and we recognise your claim to that single planet. We'd rather not get things off to a bad start, suggest you power down your weapons. There's no need for them as long as you've no objection to us colonising this system. Maybe we can open diplomatic relations once we're established?>

<This is Armstrong to Atos... you may want to steer clear of the Kewen planet.>

'Ellis, take Intrepid and deploy some beacons on the boarder between the Kewen designated zone and the rest of the system. Careful not to deviate into their territory. We all know how it feels when others seem to be pushing you out of a system that you've claimed.'

Open message:

<We know of your kind, we've seen you before. And no offense, but we'd rather not stay anywhere too close to you. The planet near the sun and the gas giant near the edge of the system, do you have claim to any of those world. Those ar ethe ones we're interested in, the Gas giant, mainly for its moons. We also want some of the asteroids, other than that, we won't bother you and hopefully you won't bother us.>

Hive stopped moving, the frigates and cruisars continued to the gas giant however. The ships were alive wiht activity, Greywatch had seen Kewen capabilities in a battle that was still happening in another system. They had weapons that matched that of the Worldslayers, not something that Greywatch liked. But if they were freidnly then, maybe they'd be friendly now...

Encrypted message to BF:

<Do not, test them, we already know what they're capable of. We don't need to fight them, you think the Deatans were bad? One shot from one of their pods, your entire fleet will be history. Do not taunt them, do not get aggressive with them, or rest assured, we will not come ot your aid.>

<Prime Encrypted message to Greywatch - All recieved. Don't worry, we weren't planning on getting aggressive, just being cautious. Afterall, they were here first... and, unlike some, we'd never mess with someone else's rightful claim on a system.>

Encrypted message to The Saint:

<Good to hear it, I don't think Greywatch can handle another intervention. Should I message Prime for more forces? I was already planning to so that Greywatch can begin colonizing the moons, but do you think we'll need any extra firepower?>

This was all precautionary, Greywatch didn't have too much to fear from the Kewen but the fact that they were here made Greywatch force uncomfortable. Thye'd only had one concentrated dealing with the race, and the Kewen's atttude seemed, at best, precarious. However, if they really were going to leave Greywatch alone, then everything would be fine. Greywatch's main concern was actually the Deatans, everyone knew they weren't happy about being here, neither was Greywatch. The Deatans seemed, at best, still annoyed that things turned out the way they did. Everyone felt a Worldslayer should've been brought in just in case the Deatans were still thirsting for revenge. Those thoughts were put yo rest, this was a mission of peace, not hostility.

The admiral received a message.

<Which one?> he asked.

<Prime Encrypted Message to Greywatch - Calling in extra colonisation vessels would be a good plan... especially since increased civilian presence would require a military vessel... to protect the Greywatch investment in this system...

There's something else we wanted to speak to you about. Would it be possible for us to send a message using your 'sniper' communications array? Our star charts tell us that for one of our vessels to make it back to Blasphemous Fish from here would take just over a standard year! I'd like to let them know slightly sooner than that, our location and give them a report on the races we've had contact with so far and the events at the original colony site. You wouldn't have to worry about a fleet turning up here anytime soon... unless there have been significant advances in our abscence, they're still limited to swallow jumps as we are.>

<Deatans, we are focusing on the Gas Giant near the edge of the system, we want some of the moons for outposts and military training facilities as well as other things.>

<Saint, we could give you some access to the Sniper Network Comm system but we would need to reformat it so that your world could understand it. You must remember, it is very similar to the PSR that we use, if comms systems are not specially formatted, they won't understand the information being sent to them.>

The Deatan fleet, led by the Muse, cruised along lazily. They neared the Kewen planet, shield tacitly up but no weapons out.

<Who are you?> they messaged.

to the others:

<Begin colonization of the system.>

A second PSR opened up near where the group had initially shuffled out, there was another Worldstarter accompanied by a Worldslayer this time. There were no other ships. The Worldstarter got in orbit around the planet closest to the twin suns and stopped, they needed an answer from Kewen before they did anything. The other Worldstarted moved towards the as giant and its moons. Reports were being shot from the frigates and cruisar to the Worldstarter. The Worldslayer kept all shields at max and weapons at 10% just in case and accompanied the second Worldstarter.

<Would it be possible to send a simple message in morse code that they could understand? Simply the co-ordinates of this system and my authorisation code? If they recieved that signal and wanted to know anymore they'd have to send a ship. It'd just let them know that we're still out here.>

<And that is why you bring weapons beforehand> commented Admiral Atos dryly. <Like us.> They were toting a large fleet- no Phobos ball, though. A planet-killer made for a great show of force but was hard to authorize any use of.

Encrypted Message to Deatans

<Unlike you, we typically don't need the presence of military force. Though, the fact that we have frigates and cruisar with us makes your comment seem... unnessisary. A Worldslayer is here only because we're actually aware of the Kewen's capabilities and want to be prepared if they fire on us for coming too close.>

Open Message

<It doesn't matter what you send, the fact is, the Sniper Network is what it is. We'll have to reformat it one way or the other, just give us some time. It should take only a few hours.>

<Well, it's always nice to carry around some insurance bfore you get attacked, rather than call it later.>

open message:

<how are you splitting the system?>

The Blasfisian colony vessel in orbit around the second planet had begun shedding its prefabricated defence platforms, in a couple of hours they would be fully operational. The vessel approaching the gas giant had only just reached position and was prepping the first platforms to be jetisonned.

The Saint was holding position at the edge of the system to maintain effective observation over the blossoming colony and direct the BF-1401s, which were on random patrol routes around the planets of the system, all except Intrepid, which was finishing off deploying beacons to mark the boarder between Blasfisian/Greywatch and Kewen territory.

Encrypted Message to Deatans

<Well who says we're going to be attacked? Not baring our teeth while colonizing earned us the addition of three races into the Greywatch Empire. Enough said, now if you don't mind, we have some colonizing to do.>

The Worldslayer now held position in an area it oculd clearly see everything. A few moons around a gas giant, a planet close to twin sun... and the asteroid field no one was looking at yet, a good catch. They even had some friends in the system, along with some questionables, but that would be worried about later.

<well, go ahead>, said Atos. he just wanted to take his men home. They decided to kill the time by playing cards while the systems were being set up. He, of course, was still stuck watching this.

The Worldstarter approached the moons and quickly several ships were deployed. Scans showed that many of the moons were indeed habitable, a few of them had thick atmospheres that retained enough heat for plants to grow. These places looked more or less like tundras with a few thick forests but it would do.

Then a messages from the Worldslayer went to the Deatans:

<You have no real reason for being here. Consider yoursleves dismissed unless you really want to stay. Tell you superiors that, for the moment, we have no need of your presence.>

<we'll be staying>, he replied. <No one can say Deata backs out of a deal.>

<Fair enough.>

The Worldslayer simply stood still as the Worldstarter began deploying to the small moons. The other Worldstarter had also begun deploying to the desert world below it. The Kewens only indicated that one planet, and scans showed nothing on the surface of the desert world, nothing could be seen from orbit. Greywatch marked the planet and began moving out.

The Muse led its fleet along. suddenly, one frigate zoomed off.

<Pirate ship>, Atos said. <they'll come back when they're done.>

Blasphemous Fish's colony vessels were now well into there respective deployment cycles. Manufacturing modules were being deployed around the gas giant and the planetary colony ship had begun preparations for landing.

Both orbital defence networks came on-line within a few minutes of eachother.

'Home sweet home.' though Armstrong.

<You'll be interested to know>, said Atos to the Blasfisians, that we've found a use for the Cersie system.>

<Really? Do please enlighten me...>

Armstrong was begining to get suspicious of the Deatan's...

The Greywatch ships paid little attention to the Deatans. The moons were being marked and teams were landing, it was time for the Greywatch special. As one team made landfall on one of the moons they looked around, "This place has an opening, we've scanned the surface around here, its all solid. Bring it down." With that, a landing pad appeared a few feet away from the landing team, a few barracks and a generator appear a few seconds later.
On the desert planet, things were about the same, they surveyed and landed, "We have a mesa here. There are a lot of canyons and some flat areas, let's make something quick right here." Hive deployed a landing pad along with three barracks and a generator. "Thanks Hive, next we'll need a command center. But first we need some scouts."

<Well, remember the Phobos ball we brought along on our first encounter?>

OOC: Deata, is what Neo Rome did in the War Games thread possible?
IC:

It only took about thirty minutes for three moons to have sufficient equiptment to maintain about one hundred people. On the other hand, the desert world would be much easier once Hive found a place big enough for it to land. Outposts were being set up quickly, there wasn't much left to do but to get Hive to begin construction of a capital city for the desert world. The moons needed no such thing, they were large but not large enough for definate action to be taken. Transmissions were sent to Greywatch reporting all findings.

Encrypted Message to the Saint:

<The reformatting is nearly done. Give us about an hour to finish it off, and remember, there are no guaruntees of them understanding this. This system was made to be very hard to desipher.>

Armstrong was cautious... he felt like the deatans were upto something. He contacted his BF-1401s and put them all on alert.

<If you're talking about that monstrosity of a battle station, yes, I remember it... what about it?>

Blasfisian defence platforms around the planet and gas giant gently thrummed out radiation as they charged their weapons and orientated themselves in response to a prime-issued command for readiness.

<The reformatting is nearly done. Give us about an hour to finish it off, and remember, there are no guaruntees of them understanding this. This system was made to be very hard to desipher.>




<I wouldn't worry too much about that. There isn't a code around that prime can't crack... given enough time. It may take them a few weeks... but they'll get the message.>

<After reformatting yes, but trust me, trying to crack a solid Sniper Comms code is like trying to enter PSR without us. We are the only people in the universe who can use it, that will never change. Now then, send us the information and give us a direction to fire your message in.>

Armstrong transmitted his reports and log on the deatan 'incident' aswell as the summary of the new colony and the alliance with Greywatch.

<I'll send you the co-ordinates of Blasphemous Fish now, in a prime encoded transmission. *sending*>

ooc: i honestly can't say i know what to do about that. We did do a lot without him, but he's moving kind of fast. if he had that much adrenaline, i bet he would suffer some kind of damage.

Atos smiled.

<Yes, well... We razed the system. It's a giant wall of asteroid-sized rock chunks now- useful for staving off invasions.> This was sent to both BF and Grewatch- they might like to know the final outcomes.

Armstrong felt a stab of hatred for the Deatans. It was so strong that his NCI accidently interpretted it as a threat to the admirals life and began overlaying his vision with hand-to-hand combat programs and small arms fields of fire on the bridge. Once the admiral had cleared these images he composed himself.

<I'm glad it wasn't a total waste.>

To himself, Armstrong vowed; 'This isn't the end of it Deata. That was meant to be our home, and you forced us from it and turned it into nothing more than rubble. One day, you'll pay.'

<Armstrong, how are things on your end? The decoding and uploading is almost done. We'll be sending the message in a few minutes.>

<It wasn't. it's hard to find something to do with a system with a dead star, but our engineers did the trick.>

<Things are progressing perfectly! Our colony vessels have begun full deployment.>

The planetary colony vessel was on the surface, drilling itself into place and activating construction robots that would clear the area immediately around the vessel and begin to construct infacstructure and housing. One robot was already drilling a heat-sink hole in preparation for a thermal power plant to supplement the colony ships anti-matter reactor.

In orbit around the gas giant the second colony ship had unfolded to reveal cylinderical habitats and huge asteroid mining equipment. The massive particle scoop had also deployed and fixed itself in orbit around the gas giant, partially immersed in the outer layers of atmosphere, it would provide raw materials for the manufacturing pods in orbit.

A vessel swooped through space. it was on fire. nearing the Blasfisian fleet, it suddenly exploded when a final missile hit it. The Deatan frigate came into view.

<Looks like we got our pirates>, said Atos.

<Good to hear. Message is being reformatted and aimed. We've sent it, if I'm correct it will be there... in about twenty...two seconds.>

Hive had found a spot and was now beginning its landing process. Its shield turned a bright red as it effortlessly pushed through the atmosphere. There was a large flat surface near the initial landing area that was about the size of a large country. It was a mesa, but it was massive enough to hold the Worldstarter and that was enough. Before long, everything was in full swing as mechanical arms, mechs, construction droids, and workers were beginning to build the city right underneath the Worldstarter. They were all wearing Greywatch bio-suits, white armor that protected against the elements, a large black visor provided them the ability to see. The Hive's transporters took building materials to the surface in seconds. The artificial sky of the city aboard the ship was pulled back revealing the true sky. The material the ceiling was made out of was adaptive and it quickly provided shade to those working inside the ship's city. Residents cheered, they were starting up a new colony.

The other Worldstarter was nearly done planting outposts on three of the moons. Multiple ships were sent out to the asteroid belt to begin constructing efense and mining outposts. It was a quick and effecient process, but it would take more than a year for everything to be finished. Greywatch was literally tranfering a city onto a planet, no small feat, but one they'd attempted, and succeeded, before. The second Worldstarter would soon move to the planet Hive was on and begin making a second city, unless a large moon was found that was suitable for planting a city on.

The Worldslayer took up position near the planet Hive was on while cruisars and frigates got around the second Worldstarter.

<Fair enough, we'll defend our ships then.>

<Would you like me to assign a pair of BF-1401's to you for the time being Greywatch? They make truly unmatched escort and scouting vessels... they'd be ideal to defend one of your colony ships while it goes about its work.>

The Blasfisian colony ship that had touched down on the planet had begun to extend a dome covering the immediate area. Within that dome, bio-catalysts and conversion filters were creating a livable atmosphere for the colonists within. By the time the construction droids had finished erecting basic infrastructure and housing, the dome would have extended far enough out to let the colonists begin to inhabit the area outside of the colony ship itself. Eventually, over the course of decades, the bio tech carried aboard the colony vessel would be established enough to convert the entire continent into a liveable Blasfisian environment. Given enough time, the whole planet would become habitable enough.

Even now the colonists were working away on samples of the local plant and wildlife, examining their genetic makeup and engineering them to be compatible with the human digestive system.

Meanwhile, onboard The Saint, Armstrong had raised his shields and powered the carriers weapons.

<Such shockingly bold pirates to attempt activity under our noses... we'll launch some fighters... see if you can't route out anymore of them.>

The admiral didn't believe a word of the Deatan excuses... but couldn't work out what they were planning.

5 wings of BF-12 fighters launched from The Saint's ports. 100 fighters in all. 300 more awaited the command to scramble at the admirals signal. 100 had been fitted with combat wasps, and could act as torpedo bombers.

The Deatans deployed 100 droid fighters. There weren't nearly enough pirates out there for a sweep of that magnitude so why would the Blasfisians withdraw so many fighters? The droids clustered around the fleet as unobtrusively as possible.

<Progress report?> requested Atos.

<I thikn we have this handled, I very much doubt that these pirate will approach us when we have Farseers in our arsenal, much less a fully operational Worldslayer.>

Said Worldslayer actually had weapons at only 50%. They didn't care about pirates, such things never bothered them. Now for the Worldslayer's part of the job, droids were deployed to begin working on Orbital defense platforms. It started with two pieces being blinked into space, the command part and the generators. Next would be enviroment controls and soon after the barracks. After all of that was done, the power relays could be set up, the very last part would be the cannon itself. Or in the case of Greywatch, six cannons. Greywatch ODPs possessed six barrels that had 5 second cooldown times, as well as a number of other defense systems.

Meanwhile, on the surface of the desert world, everything was going fine. Scans were complete, gravity was about 3 times that of Greywatch, but everyone would get used to it soon enough. It was only a matter of time. The engineers would most likely make buidling with artificial gravity systems and install Anti-gravity generators underneathe the walkways of the future city. But that would be though about later. The atmosphere wasn't breatheable, there was air, but it was very thin and apparently, there was concentrated amounts of other elements in the air. More scans would need to be done.

ooc: guys next time try to not do 3 pages of posting without me... *feels left out* and the first few things will be in the past i.e i will respond to your questions
IC
(when you asked me a question BF and GW)

"No claim to them,nor were we going to, they are usssselesssss to ussss, Diplomatic relations are possible but we advise you again not to come close to our planet without authorisation other wise we will fire"
To Emphise their point, The main weapon system on the twin Crusiers "unsheated" itself and one massive barrel was plainly visible from the middle of each ship, before shortly being retracted again

"Greywatch sssshipssss,We ssssend out neutral greetingsssss again and we assssk how that colony is going?, and to anssssswer your quessssstion go ahead take the planetssss but ssssstay clear of ourssss"

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The smaller vessels surrounding the Crusiers stood down powering down weapons, that was untill the Deata fleet still moved towards the planet reeengageing their weapons the smaller ships spead to the edge of the planets space and stood to barr the Deata ships from moving any closer while the crusiers turned and moved as well albeit much slower.

"Do not come any clossssser thissss issss your lasssst warning"

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ooc2: heheh i dare one of you to try and come near my planet with a small ship its get vapourised and then we open talks/something to ask why i did it >.> <.< and if you wanna know why i am so protective of this planet then try and approch it. youll be surpirsed why i am so protective of it
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ooc3: the large monolthic ship is the second one down and is brown all you guys can see atm is the front disk which has a diameter of 11km. and thickness of 1km
IC
At the edge of the system, A grouping of four Kewen Battle crusiers appeared deploying a squadron of Dagger fighters along with the Needle counter parts they secured the area thats when something only described as monolithic arrived.

Almost the size of the Grey watch world starter a large Disc appeared Large towering protrusions could be seen behind the disk but not much else the large Battle Crusiers paled in size to the Vessel

"Thissss Isss the World Pool Sssship Albeit Large Colony vessel of the Kvengenar, We are here for our planet" The ship made its intention very clear after reciving messages from the fleet in system all the while not moving or doing anything waiting and watch trying not to seem hostile

ooclastone: This big colony ship is actually much weaker then it appears with little or no sheilding most of the hull is for the colony stuff and other things... it has very few weapons if at all, be back in 6-7 hours from this post school.

OOC: Sorry, we have different times than you
IC:

"Shit." Said one of the captains of the Worldslayer. The ship moved in to protect the Worldstarter. An encrypted message was sent through the Greywatch fleet to keep on guard as the massive ship came into view.

Open Message to Kewens:

<The other colony is fine, thankyou. I assume you're race is doing fine as well.>

Encrypted Message to the Deatans:

<Move the fuck back. We won't send another warning. We've seen their cannons tear one ship to pieces, it WILL do the same thing to yours.>

ooc: i dont mind you guys posting but 3 whole pages? at least tone it down to 1 maybe 2. please
IC

TheCrusiers made it to where the other ships were they wernt at the line but a decent distance behind it the Smaller vessels already haing weapons ready took aim for if the Deata ships continued on this path they would cross the line quite soon. The Crusiers primed all weapons except the main guns they were just unbarrled at this moment.

"Greywatch, we are the exact sssame as we were a year ago and the year before that there issss no change"

The Blasfisians activated a strong signaled pulse from the beacons they had erected between the Kewen space and the rest of the system... the Deatans couldn't fail to notice that.

Was this some sort of ruse?

Were the Deatans planning to start trouble with the Kewen to ruin another Blasfisian colony.


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Back on Blasphemous Fish's homeworld...

The deep space monitoring station was buzzing with background noise and signals from accross the galaxy... just like it always was. Ensign Skol was reclining in his chair, half asleep... like he always was on this duty.

It took the prime program governing the station 4 attempts to rouse the ensign... it had eventually resorted to having a maintainance robot poke the human in the shin with a panel removing tool.

'Ooww! What'samatterdammit!?' The ensign shouted as he nearly fell out of his chair.

Prime displayed the signal they were recieving...

'Oh... wait... what the hell is... Oohhhh!'

The ensign began sending signals to all the senior officers in system and down on the homeworld below... everyone was going to want to access this...

The monolithic Colony ship moved to the Kewen planet passing between/through the GW and BF fleets its escorts behind the bish on its flanks a few dozen pods with claw like appendages detached from the hull of the Colony ship and moved into the asteriod belt.

"Greywatch,Blassssshphemousssss Fisssssh, and other shipsssss we recognissse your claim to partsss of thissss ssssyssstem and all thingssss inssside it, Advanced ssscansss ssshow that ssssome of the assssteriodsss
in thissss sssyssstem are ussable by ussss and we are now marking out and taking them" as he spoke around the system the pods latched onto seemingly random asteriods ranging from small clusters of 10-15 meter diater one to smallish ones the pod ships began hauling them to the planet in all only 30 or so were picked.

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one of the cruseirs peeled off from its escorts positions and stopped near where all the Blashpheons were its weapons showed no signs of activity and it made slow deliberate movements so it couldnt be regarded as hostile
"Blassssphemoussss Fissssh Colony and Sssship, we have been informed by our breaterin that you wisssh to sssspeak to usss/diplomatic talkssss if you wisssh we are ready to recive a envoy or we can ssssend one to you"

<Copy that Kewen vessel, we'll send an envoy over to you, he'll be accompanied by 2 guards.>

Armstrong contacted the somewhat clumsy yet obivously competant diplomat, who had served during the negociations with the Deata Empire on board the Greywatch worldstarter two months previously.

'Again?!' Exclaimed the diplomat. 'I should be getting paid more...' he complained as he prepared to make first contact with yet another alien race.

The transport picked him and his guards up and slowly approached the Kewen vessel.

The Battle cruser turned so that its right side was facing the approaching shuttle, a hangerbay opened on the side of the Battle Crusier and a small green light/beacon was thrown outside to signal the Envoy to arrive in there.

In the hannger bay were neat rows and deadly looking fighters surronded by twevle smaller weaker looking fighters around each one a nice sized pad was cleared for the envoy and a coloum of Kewen troops stood infront of a pathway in the middle of them stood a Man in a Black suit with a breifcase.

"Sssstand Ready" Shouted the man in the suit and the troops split into four small rows and stood still their black armour shining slightly black helmets incased their faces leaving no body parts exposed. and small swords hand from their belts while a large rifel with two barrels was slung on the shoulder of each man in total 20 stood waiting

ooc: they look like this

formation: 5 per row of troops
Man
----Troops ---- -------Troops----- <-- row

----troops---- ------ troops----- <---row

The transport glided neatly into the hanger and touched down, sealing itself with magnectic pads. The Blasfisian diplomat and his honour guard stepped down from the diembarkation ramp and walked through the corridor of troops, stopping in front of the Kewen man in a suit.

The diplomat gave a small bow.

'Please accept my official greeting on behalf of the Blasphemous Fish colonisation expedition. I come to establish diplomatic relations with the Kewen people in the hope that we can become allies and friends.

We're co-colonising this system with Greywatch, whom we've already established an alliance of sorts with.

On behalf of both the Blasfisian and Greywatch peoples, we thank you for your acceptance of our presence here... and we hope that the actions of the Deatan Empire, whatever they may be, will not cause trouble between us.'

The kewen man regarded the diplomat carefully eyes concealed by his black glassess he looked over the man and his gaurds

Turning he annouced quite loudly
"Disssssssssmisssssssed,Rank and File" before turning back to the BF diplomat the troops behind him did and 180 faced down the path and walked before peeling off forming a line on each side of the path all the way to the door at the end

"Itsssss A pleasssssure to meet you, I Am Archiver Initiate Zussssuk Of the Kvengenar or Kewen, my rank would be equivilant to that of a admiral or commadore and i hold the power of Diplomacy welcome to my ssssship" He said bowing slightly

"If you would please follow me, and for your question you are both seperate people yes? there actions if deemed dangerous to <drops to a lows hissing sound> we will destroy them, we will not harm you unless you assist them" He Finished,walking down between the lines of troopers.

'I'm honoured to be greeted by such a prestigious member of the Kewen race. Greywatch speak highly of your nation and your fleet. We Blasfisians are pleased to encounter strong and honourable people, such as yourselves.

And there's a lot we can tell you about the Deatans and their attitude towards other races and their claims on star systems. To be honest, we're not at all sure of their intentions here in this system.'

Open Message:

<If you guys are going to take asteroids leave some for us, we're planning to begin mining some of them and set up a few outposts. At the moment we're thinking of a trading outpost. Maybe even a few Anti-Spacial Assault cannons to protect the system as a whole.>

The kewen were way ahead of the greywatch,
"We have taken only what we needed there issss sssstil ssssufficent asssteriods there for you"

The large colony ship took up its position on the far side of the planet the rear of the ship was facing the plent alread almost have of the large ovaliod pods on the colony ship had detacthed and made there way down to the planet but more things were happening the Disc was expanding a large sail type thing was unfurling till it had a diamater of a whoping 30km pointed at the sun.


The tip began slowly opening as the spires that had been on the rear spine of the Disk detached and assumed Geosync orbit of the planet in total there was 19 of them each remeber a large cannon with a few dozen turrets on them each of these cannons eas the same as the ones on a Battle Cube.

the whole process or charging the stations upp and assembling the orbital defenses was estimated to take more then a few days for the whole thing but only a few hours for 1-2 platforms.

<That wasn't meant to be directed specifically at you but fine. We know he drill already, take what you need and nothing more, we respect that.>

"Jesus, these things are like the Drones..." Muttered an officer on the Worldslayer. Everything was going quite smoothly, things were being set up. An orbital cannon was about 37% complete. In about a year and a half, Greywatch would have joint control of this system.

The Deatan fleet moved respectfully back.

<Calm down>, Atos replied. <We have peaceful intentions- we have no claim on this system, and no intention of creating one.>

OOC: Simply to add a little something without leaving Kewen out again...
IC:

Unbeknownst to anyone, another message was sent to the BF homeworld. This one was much less encrypted but protected by a special program, Greywatch wanted to send a few bonus files along with Armstrong's reports. The files contained many things, videos of the conflict, some basic information about Greywatch, and a few other things.

The Blasfisian colonies progressed smoothly. The manufacturing modules had already begun to synthesise chemicals and complex molecules from the raw material gathered by the cloud scoop, and a trio of robotic tugs had drifted over to the asteroid belt and selected a spicemen to be taken back and mined for raw materials. They were securing their towing lines at this very instant. Eventually, given several years, the industrial modules would be able to expand themselves to the point of becoming ship yards in their own right.

The civilian colony on the planet would take longer to become productive in the same way. Eventually they would be able to grow genetically modified foods in the alien soil... but for the moment they were still establishing infrastructure and a habitable environment. The civilian population would mainly rely upon the bio-tech in the colony vessel itself for their everyday needs... Nutrition could be obtained from sucking on one of the many nutrient nipples located throughout the ship. Waste could be recycled and turned back into nutrients. Heat, light and clean air were all provided by the bio-tech of the colony ship.

ooc: heh, i was hoping for you to cross the line Deata would of made this RP interesting! and greywatch what did you mean by your OOC coment?
IC:

The Last of the 19 Spires took place around the planet, at the moment they looked like nothing but a bunch of Large cannons with the odd Structure around them in time they would be built up to contain a large planatary sheild network and other such things.

The large colony ship now fully expanded reoitinated itself till one end faced the sun (disk part) and the smaller pointy end facing the planet.

It started with a single yellow flash then another and another till it looked as if millions and millions of little yellow raindrops had hit the disk except you could only see the ripple. At the very edges of the disk the energy was collected and sent to the tip of the point at the end of the ship this would go on for a few more minutes.


The ships still stood ready near the edge of the border, even though the Deatans backed off they were still to close for Kewen liking.
"We are claim, noone yet has lived to ssssssee usssss angry if you have peaceful intentions do not infring upon our planets space" Came a quick reply the Crusiers and PD frigates still sat waiting and ready not yet standing down.

The three other crusiers that came with the Colony ship took up escorts positions around the ship and the planet.

The surface of the planet was abuzz with activity the small egg shaped things that were sent to the planet had already landed each creating a small but noticable crater, sprouting large towering legs one of the pods up righted it self and waiting for the next move.

OOC: Just that, I was hoping BF would get the extra communication so we could do stuff without leaving you out of anything important.

ooc: ah ok i get it

OOC: I'm just thinking about what I can do with the extra communication... and seeing if I can work in my other 'pirate raid' thread and the fleet involved there into the dynamic of this thread.

<oh, we won't> the Deatans replied calmly.

OOC: Its a file that gives some detailed info about Greywatch and the special program is meant to help translate the file from SCN to something Prime can more easily understand. Like a first contact message.

IC:

<Deatan fleet, please move to the asteroid field when you can.>

The Muse led the rest of the fleet towards the asteroid field.

<Yes?> Atos asked.

Encrypted Message to the Deatan fleet:

<Alright, two things. One, we're gonna be setting up an outpost here, a trading one most likely, since there are four different races here, we figure we'll set up four primary districts, one for each of us. Two, please don't piss off the Kewens anymore, whether unitentionally or whatever, here why, we'll unload a video feed to you now.

OOC: Okay, http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=558636
Read that thread that was started, start on about page two, ignore the multiple OOCs and other clutter. I believe page 2 and 3 should demonstrate Kewen power. That will serve as te 'video feed' since I really don't feel like describing everything. Just pretend that you can't here the multiple communications and so on.

<right. 4 races?>

<Kewen, Deatan, Blasphescian (OOC: sry if I mispelled that), and Greywatch-ian.>

ooc: Blasfisian

<got it. where's our district? Construction will begin now.>

<Well, there are about six asteroids over there, sending coords now, they're pretty big and hold some nice surface outposts. Essentially, we're intending to begin mining them for materials, after that's done, the tunnels will be reinforced and we'll convert the mining outpost into a trade center. We'll slowly join the asteroids together and create a central hub. That's the idea, Greywatch has done this before, it should only take a month or two. Mar one of the asteroids and we can handle the rest.>

the Muse drifted off for a bit and wandered near the asteroids. They deposited a beacon on the one which they wanted and went back.

<Okay then, we'll be sending a message to GP. Construction craft will be here shortly.>

Only a few minutes later, large ships appeared out of PSR. They immediately moved to the marked asteroids and began their work. Drilling into the surfaces and dropping off mobile outpost structures. In about a day, they'd be set up and transports would be able to come in and extract.

Admiral Atos promptly sent a message back to Deata. They would need soldiers and settlers here.

ooc: oooo... someones warning someone not to piss me off thats never happened before expect when i had a Airsoft gun and demonstracted my supburb accuracy, the feelings... nice!
IC:

The large Ship had collected enough energy after a short ten second build up time a lance of bright blue energy spat out from the tip of the craft towards one of the egg like pods on the surface.

The Pod Braced itself as millions upon millions of TerraVolts flowed through them and into the surrounding ground, the ground glowed and began to melt away forming a vast cratore around the pod, an another hole led deeper into the planet to tap into the Thermal Heat. This proccess was repeated on each of the 9 eggs on the planet.

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back in the crusiers hanger
"It issssss a honor to meet one of you face to face" He said as he turned and motioned for the man and his guards to follow

OOC: Sorry I've not been around. Long day yesterday.

IC:

The diplomat once again bowed to the Kewen admiral... 'The honour is all mine. Your ships and technology are certainly impressive! Can we ask what it is you're doing here?'

"The sssssame asssss we do in every other ssssysssstem, live,grow,build,expand and ultimatly learn." He said as he began walking down the path

The Blasfisian delegate followed, being trailed at a discreet distance by his 2 guards... who seemed more interested in admiring the design of the Kewen vessel than in anything else.

'That sounds like an enlightened philosophy, one that we share. We'd especailly like to learn about your people and your origins...'

ooc: i dont think you can be discreet when the pathway your wlking on has got lines of troopers on both sides ! lol.
IC

"That is what were interesssssted in, you ssssee,we have gone passsst what most people identify to be physsssssical wealth for we can make any and everything so money isnt really a thing we need nor want neihter is goods or materialsssssss," he said reaching the end of the pathway hissed a command and the door slid open revealing total darkness for a second before a flicker white light came on illuminate the dark hallway then another and another and another, till the whole pathway was lit up except of course any pathways branching off it.

"Pleassssse ssssstep thisssss way, tell your guardsssss to follow"

The diplomat followed, interested as to where the kewen was guiding him...

'Past material wealth? That achievement alone speaks of an advanced approach to civilisation and philosophy... and implies a race that is thousands of years old...'

Stopping at a door somewhere in the hallway he pressed his hands to a panel and the door slid open to reveal a nicely furnished room with a splendid round oak table and three large comfy looking chairs,

"PLeasssse, i wissssh i wassssss that young" he said as he took a seat at the other end of the table
"Please, sit" he finished

OOC: Kewen, I warn him because when either of us is threatened, especially you, we become monsters with guns. No one wants to be in a room with an armed monster!

A small amount of soldiers to hold the district for Deata had been temporarily dispatched. technology compensated for their numbers.

The construction ships moved quickly, they deployed pre-constructed structures that were promptly connected and bolted down. Drills were already digging into the surfaces of the asteroids and scanners were reading the insides for things that may be useful. Everythign was progressing quite smoothly, connections were being set up to bound the asteroids together. Each one would be reinforce multiple times druing the constrcution to make way for the trading post that was soon to follow. Mining droids were already locating prime spots for drilling and going to work. The construction crews floated around in their bio-suits and used AG tech to move around.

A Deatan ship hovered near the asteroid of choice, putting down defenses.

The diplomat sat at the conference table, his guards taking up positions behind him.

'So you're thousands of years old yourself? As an individual? I find that hard to believe! You certainly don't appear to be ancient or frail!'

Outside the vessel, the Blasfisian colony progressed smoothly. The industrial teams had begun scanning and mining the first asteroid. Road construction had commenced on the planet and a BF-1401 was doing a wide patrol around the entire system scanning for comets or rogue asteroids that could be towed in and exploited for the usually rare materials and minerals that they carried.

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Back on Blasphemous Fish -

'Unbelieveable...'

Everybody taking part in the virtual sensiviron conference was stunned. Their virtual selves sat with mixed expressions of awe, confusion, apparent glee, and complete shock... The message went beyond their wildest expectations.

They'd reviewed the reports that Armstrong had sent, but the really fascinating data was that sent by Greywatch.

'We have to contact them.' spoke one of Blasphemous Fish's most influential politicans. 'Think of what they could teach us! What power and protection we could enjoy with these people as our allies!'

'Indeed...' picked up Grand Admiral Falan. 'With unfriendly forces such as these 'deatans' around, it would be highly beneficial for us to pursue this alliance. I propose cementing this alliance by sending a fleet, with a gift for Greywatch... but what to send them?' He pondered...

The extra program sent by Greywatch activated inself at this point, suddenly, multiple pictures and videos from past Greywatch encounters were put up as well as a picture of the Gray Vale, a large silvery nebula that could be seen any night from any planet in Greywatch's three primary systems. The other videos and picture were from Greywatch's first contacts with the Leanorians, the natrual areas of various planets and the brutal war that followed when Greywatch separated from New Heaven. It was an almost complete timeline of events that had happened in Greywatch.

"As you said, appearancesss only and i am not many thousands of years old try many tensss of thousssands that would be closssser, now pleassse. Can you tell usss a little about yourselvessss why are you here? how long? who are you? your hissstory?" He said all the while the whole kewen population was listening within the link.

<Kewen fleet, this is Greywatch Worldstarter Hive, we are aware that the Blasfisians sent a diplomat to one of your ships. We've been throwing the idea back and forth in one of our conference rooms and have decided we'd like to join. Is that at all possible?>

the Deatans also requested a chance to send a diplomat.

"That isss possssssible" was the kewen response "With the Blasphianssss or seperate?" The added to both the Deatans and Greywatch.

<We'll take the room with our allies, the Blasfisians, there's a transport already on its way.>

A carrier ship was indeed on its way, sent from the surface of the new Greywatch world. It held a single diplomat as well as two Drone guards, it could fit more but there was no point in that. If something were to happen and the transport was lost it would only mean more people to replace.

"Very well the docking bay isssss ready for you" a hanger bay on the other side of the ship, opened clearly inviting the Grey watch transport in the same greeting awaited the Greywatch as did the BF, two rows of troopers behind a single man alll in black clad suits revealing little or nothing.

"Can you tell usss a little about yourselvessss why are you here? how long? who are you? your hissstory?"

'Well...' began the diplomat...

'The origins of the Blasfisian nation are shrouded in mystery, there was a colony vessel containing thousands of people in suspended animation, the vessel’s software had degraded and been damaged due to a voyage of unknown length. It finally came to rest in a habitable system 4,000 years ago. All of the occupants had no memory of their previous lives. Only an ancient and faded insignia on the hull of the colony ship gave us any identity at all. From that single colony ship and the technology that the ancestors found within it, sprung the nation of Blasphemous Fish.

We Blasfisians are human, but have modified ourselves in many varied ways; technological, genetic, bionic, bio-engineered implants... things of that nature. We do this to better ourselves. Citizens and military personnel routinely upgrade their bodies with implants of various kinds with several different effects... for example; weapons implants, enhanced organs and cell clusters to improve physical and mental capacity.

Without trying to seem arrogant... we're expert programmers and software engineers. The efforts to retrieve fragments of data stored in the core of our old colony vessel drives Blasfisian people to develop in this area. From an early age all Blasfisians are fitted with an NCI (Neural Cluster Interface). These glands of bio-engineered synthetic cell tissue allow us to access and interpret data, as well as issue instructions to or communicate with other NCI’s or compatible technology.

We have developed a unique software known as 'prime'. This quasi-sentient, self contained programme can operate within almost any computer system that it can gain access to. It can be used to gather information, facilitate difficult or dangerous tasks or subvert enemy computer systems. Is superior to conventional AI’s and any other software we've ever encountered. Many feel that it is our crowning achievement. It is certainly the thing that has allowed us to grow so quickly during the last century.

Blasfisian ships and installations make extensive use of bio-ware. This technology is integrated into the technological foundations and functions of our life. It provides nourishment, recycles waste, can aid in healing & life support and is even capable of inducing a form of stasis, which can slow down and preserve life in spite of severe injuries. Bio systems are also used for complex sensors and communications within our society.

Off the top of my head, that's a brief description of our people.'

The diplomat finished with an ingratiating smile, waiting for the Kewen to reciprocate.

The diplomat in the room wasnt really listening per se he looked like it but in reality he wasnt but everyone else was.

"That isss a very unqiue and interesssting hisssstory assss i can veiw it, ourssss isss much lesssssss interesssssting and much more confined" The diplomat said, he had just come from a vote about what to tell the man in front of him it was 6,7008 to 4500 4 in favour of telling them nothing, but something had to be told.

"Our hissstory is much more confined and sssslower, many Dhran ago(equiv to mellenia) we ussssed to have incredibly sssshort lifesssspanssss to a point where we would be lucky to live little more than a day with only the urge to sssspead breed and eat we learned very little, we inhabited the northern partsssss of our home, on the ssssouthern parts ressssided our future sssselvessss which issss what you ssssee before you, anyhow, we lived liked this for many thousands of yearsssss that wasssss untill something happened a degredation of sortsssss a collapsssssing of the sssssouthern half for some reason the parts of us that was yet to become us started to die off, and in what could be described as a very quick exodus the whole of the southern side decnded on our past selves in quite litteraly a tsunami, when we awoken we found ourselves larger, smarter, faster, stronger but we still were the old ussss withinn the new ussss, and most of all driven to learn. we began of coursssse with what we alwayssss did breed and eat but when we realissssed we didnt die the next day nor the next week nor the next year, tenssss of yearssss and eventually millionssss of years we decided to stop. we then had a seriessss of what you would call votessss through our new found ability to ssssimultanioussssly sssspeak with everyone at once the "link" we then decided over the course of the next mellenia to move and explore but unfortunatly when we finally got into sssspace we discovered quite literally a wall, a nebual that both protected ussss and prevented ussss from passsssing it desssstoryed all shipssss leaving who wernt sssstrong enough, we gave up untill one faithful day we tried again, then again each time building bigger faster more heavily defended ships till we finally breeched the barrier little over a year ago, now travel though it is nice and eassssy though sssstill extremely deadly to almost everyone."

he finished now he waited to see what the diplomat would do.

The transport took no time in getting to the hanger and touched down slowly. The diplomat, a male Leanorian, followed by two Drones, one of them an Elden Drone, exited the craft. The Drones wore small smiles, the Leanorian didn't look too happy to have them there but pushed past it, he had Greywatch diplomat garb on but decided against wearing a shirt. The Drones were like typical Drones, the Elder had a sword and a metallic case on his back, no shirt, black clothing, a mask, and was covered in tattoos that depicted flames. The other Drone was in all black, the diplomat nodded, "Lead the way."

OOC: I assume you know all the other Drone features, I've had to describe them a lot lately.

When the Greywatch party stepped out from their transports the kewen diplomat stepped forward and extended his hand
"Welcome, I am Archiver Initiate which issss equivilant to a Diplomat in most empiressss, i am to esssscort you to our ssssire on this sssship it is a pleassssure to meet with you"


All of the troopers heads turned simulatinouly to watch the diplomats guards something was different with these two not what you would call an average guard something more than normal was them and in response under the armour and helmets they took the form of the drones outer looks.

ooc: yhea i know what a drone is and frankly my troopers could match one, but im not going to explain how.

The Leanorian clenched his fists, it bothered him that the Drones were there but there was nothing he could do about it, he and the Drones followed the escort.

OOC: Here's the great thing, they're infinite in number

ooc: a infinate amount of nearly impossible to kill soilders who arnt dead but arnt living who all inter commmunicate and can shoot lighting, yhea.. somehow i dont fin that to be godmoding or at least a partykiller/ completely unfair in any way*sarcasm* and ermm your diplomat guy completely ignored mine.

OOC: Infinite in the since that when they die they regenerate at a Drone Hive. HEre's the catch, if the hive is destroyed they can't come back, and whenever they die they lose all their special abilities and have to start over again. Jesus, gimme some credit, I planned all of this out for like a month. And the diplomat didn't say anything but "lead the way" he doesn't care about much else b/c he's Leanorian and hates the Drones. Essentially, he's pouting right now.

'Your history sounds remarkable!' said the Blasfisian diplomat.

'We hope to learn more of your people one day, so that we might become closer allies.'

The mention of the Kewen 'immortality' had sparked off a huge NCI debate throughout the Blasphemous Fish colony and fleet about the possible benefits of a longer life span...

ooc: ooo you never said the catch, now when i hear the catch it sounds more..better! also as a side note, if you take away our bodies the kewen will again have a incredibly short lifespan, i've dropped hintssss as to our true form size and abilitites but the body you can see is what sustains us. And in the future will be avaible to others on incredibly special oocasions.
IC:

THE man led the small greywatch party down to long path where they would take a liftway to the other side of the ship to meet the BF delegation.

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"After living through our own hissstory, I like many otherssss dont share your veiw of it, Asss you can guessssss have a long life now, so large infact none of us have died yet except of courssse from ... acccidents we seemed only to die from unatralcasues but with out extended life most of us have stopped breeding if not all of us, now why are you here? how long have you been ssssearching? have you been in sssspace long?

"Interesting ship ya got here." Said the diplomat, the Drones nodded but didn't say anything. They were silent, taking in everything they saw, their hive minds at work showing everything to their brothers.

OOC: Yes, I forgot to mention they're hive minded, kinda like your guys. Sry if I sounded like an ass before, I was in a rush this morning. And I assume you know the physical description of a Leanorian.

'Our searching has been curtailed by our relatively small population. It has taken several thousand years to grow our population sufficently to safely expand away from our home system and begin our colonisations in other systems. This colony is our first major venture into the galaxy at wide.

But we seem to have an affinity for space and space travel. Our ships may lack the bulk and fire power of the Greywatch vessels, we cannot match the numbers or intimidating 'phobos balls' of the deatan empire... but for speed and handeling, coupled with smart tactics and effective deployment our vessels are almost unmatched. Although I'll admit our ground forces leave something to be desired!' the diplomat admitted.

The diplomat burst out laughing when he heard the word Phobos for in kewen that translated into a very funny and quite deeming sentace coulped with the word "ball" he couldnt help himself. neither could the rest of the kewen population.

barly containing himself he said
"Ssssinceresst apologiesssss, but Phobossssball in our language transssslatessss into something quite deeming to onesss self which we'd rather not say."

regaining his compousre somewhat.
"Your firssssst major colonization detail, ssssso what brought you to thisssss part of sssspace

The diplomat was polite enough to enjoy the joke with a wry smile... even if he didn't fully understand it.

'We've seen one of those 'vessels' up close... it's more like a small moon than a ship, very ugly. I doubt it would stand any chance if it were unsupported in combat against a number of sleek vessels such as ours.

As to what brings up to this system... the short answer would be 'a dispute' with deatan forces who disreguarded our claim on our intended colony site and claimed it for themselves. Fortunately Greywatch intervened and provided this joint colonisation opportunity.

We will admit that there are still... 'tensions' with the Deatan empire... they seem to us to be a most disagreeable people.'

" thissss ssssmall disssspute is it worth knowing? and sssshould we be taking extra precasuionssss?" said the diplomat once again resuming a serious tone.

"That isss possssssible" was the kewen response "With the Blasphianssss or seperate?" The added to both the Deatans and Greywatch.

ooc: sorry, been out yesterday

<we would rather go separately, if you don't mind>, said the Deatans. Their late response came from dispute among the command as to what to do. Atos had settled it.

"Very well then, pleassse make your way to thisss ship" <datapacket telling what ship to go to and which place to land in>
"we will be waiting." the ship the deatans were going to was a completly different ship to the ones the GW and BF were on.

the Deatans sent a small transport carrying a diplomat, a clerk, and two bodyguards.

A hanger bay opened up on the designated crusier as it waited for the Deata craft.

The Deatans swooped in and stepped out, looking around calmly.

The same greetings were given to the Deatans two rows of Troopers behind a single diplomat the diplomat walked forward and extended his hand in greeting
"Welcome to the Battle Crussssier, Dawn Debat I am The captain of thisss vesssssel, and i hold the privileige of having diplomatic powersss."

The diplomat stepped forward and shook his hand.

"Thank you. My name is Lord Hurabi."

When Lord Hurabi shook the diplomats hand nanoscopic feelers sampled his genetic data at the most basic level and also finding out any modifications that had been made, already some place far away sure enough was a exact physicall copy of him being made. though it would eventually be remade into something else this whole proccess was to get a feel for the the aliens body and learn their limitations. the kewen took the philosphy "keeps your friends close but our enemies close one stepp futher keep your friends close but be your enemy".

"It isss a pleasssure, I am Jussin, captain of this vessel if you would please follow me we can go someplace more private."

OOC: Am I close to BF yet?

ooc: a few more meters down the hall and to the left, the way you can tell coz its the only part of the ship with human level lighting

'We don't believe the Deatans will start any trouble here... extra precations shouldn't be required.'

"Hey," said the diplomat, "How close are we. It's only a short ways more, right?" He had a certain tone about him suggesting he didn't want to be there. The Drones were a bother to him, as they were to many Leanorians.

The Kewen cept on walking till he reached the only lit hall sideway stepping thorgouh he opened a door and walked in,
"Ssssire, the Greywatch diplomats are here"

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"Ah, that issss good to know" he was about to say more when the greywatch came in.

"Ah, thank you, dismissed" he said to the kewen guide
" pleasssse he said indication to the three new chairs seemingly appearing out of nowhere "ssssit"

The diplomat stepped in with the two Drones, they smiled and looked to each other. The diplomat had a rather serious look on his face, "So I assume I just take a seat?"

"Yesss, that its what i just sssaid and that issss why the chairsss are there, you requested to be in the same meeting as your Blasphian friends" he said before turning to face the Blasheians "I do hope this is not inconveinent for you" he said adressing the BF diplomat

"Fair enough." The diplomat took his seat, the two drones leaned against the walls and did nothing. "So how far are you in this conversation?" Said the diplomat, his dark fur and mane were well groomed. He took a glance at the Drones with his red eyes before looking back over at the Kewen.

OOC: Yeah, when there's a dotted line, I figured you were still talkin to BF and didn't bother to read it.

'We were just filling the Kewen in on the little disagreement with the Deatan's in the Cersie system... I would be good to have you input.'

The Blasfisian guards seemed interested in the Drones and were conversing over their NCI links that the Lion diplomat seemed unsettled by his own escorts...

"Oh right, they really should have sent the Dragon-kin you guys were with since he was the one who handled most of that. Okay Drones, let's have it." A datapad appeared in the Elder Drone's hand, the Drone quickly handed it to the Leanorian. He went over the information quickly before looking up, "Ah, this incident." The Drones nodded like they'd been there themselves, which, to an extent, they had.

'Yes... the end result was... unfortunate.'

"Yes, indeed it was. But that is done, now we look to the future. Speaking of which, I have a matter to ask of both of you. Greywatch is planning to use some of the asteroids as a trading outpose, amoung possible other things. We've begun mining them right now, after that we will establish structures. We're planning to have four districts for the four races in this system. I wish to know if you two are in on such a project, I believe bonds of friendship could be made here." The Elder Drone tilted its head a walked forward, "Beautiful speech," it said in a dead, unemotional tone, "Would the Kewen have a training center. I need to train this younger Drone and I do not believe the Leanorian here needs us to safe guard him."

"Training center? no we dont not have one of them the clossssesssst we can think of it the morhping room in which we tesssst ourselves agaissssnt mind consssstructs, We can have ssssomeone escort you there if you wish?"

he said before turning to the diplomats
"What issss thissss unfortunate incident you are referring to?"

ooc: the morphing room is basically a big room like a colosuem in which we fill with robots and such and do hand to hand combat and shapeshift/ infiltrate etcetc so yhea a traninng center.

"Settled, send us there immediately please." Said the Elder Drone. The diplomat nodded, "Yes, please do. And the unfortunant event is the destruction of the system they hoped to colonize."

'We'll come too...' spoke the Blasfisian guards.

'That is if nobody has any objections?' They looked at the Drones. 'We could use a chance to blow off some cobwebs.' One of the guards smiled.

'If our hosts have no objections then I'm happy for you to train with our greywatch allies.' stated the diplomat.

'And yes, the system was, ultimately, destroyed. A tragic waste... but worth it if we can make our two peoples allies out of such an unfortunate circumstance.' The diplomat inclined his head to the Kewen.

The Drones looked over, then the Elder Drone spoke, "If you come, please do not get in our way. Drones have a special method of training." The Leanorian nodded in agreement, whether Drones were training or in combat, it didn't matter, they were still dangerous.

"Ah indeed, such a wasssste and of course no objections" now focusing fully on the matter
"now we can get onto the buissssnesssss we all came here for?" he added looking at the GW and BF diplomats.


A single Kewen in full body blck armour stepped into the room and motioned for the guards to follow him ( i asuume your following)
It was a very short walk down the halway and the Kewen led the guards into a large Antechamer which remebled a Collosum with a large arean in the middle feturan many weird rings and devices on each side but most predominatly was the firing range in which a large straight track which aappeared to be over a 1km long but wasnt, and infront of that near the guards lay on racks and assorted tabled Modifed clones of most staple Kewen weaponry the, Plasma Caster / Railgun for the Grunts then themore powerful Pulse Rifles for the actual kewen force then a large repeating machine gun to a simply huge man sized cannon.

OOC:
Grunt Rifle
http://1000yearswar.proboards55.com/index.cgi?board=unscarmory&action=display&thread=716
just the picture except imagine the barrle glowing a mulidue of colors kpls thx.
Man sized horrow cannon
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/stargate/images/thumb/6/6f/Staff_cannon.JPG/250px-Staff_cannon.JPG
Basicall that but larger and designed to be held and fried from one hand. similar to antitank gun cept energy instead of shells.
Heavy Machin Gun
http://www.fallingpixel.com/products/760/mains/preview_Gun03.jpg
imaging glowing barrel k pls thx.
Standard Rifle.
http://www.actionfigurecustoms.com/blogs/uploaded_images/CustomTransformersHaloMetroplex-797747.jpg
just the gun k pls thx and a wee bit smaller.

The diplomat sraightened up in his seat, "I just threw out the trading outpost idea. Haven't gotten an answer yet... My main reason for being here is because Greywatch wants a Non-aggression pact with the Kewen, due to the fact that they appear in just about every system we visit."
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The two Drones quickly got to work. The Elder stood in front of the younger Drone, facing it. Then the two began sparing, they moved with both speed and power, each strike landed on the other caused a blast of cryptic energy. This was the first part of their training, hand-to-hand combat. Both of them were skill, the Elder Drone held back considerably. The younger Drone was still not something to be tampered with, each hit it made was followed by a gust of air as an explosion of cryptic energy followed. For Drones, getting hit with such force and with Cryptic energy meant almost nothing, any normal creature would have internal damage practically beyond repair.

"Ah, yessss that idea, i am ssssorry to inform you that we asss kewen have no need for items or material wealth and sssuch trivalties as Trading outpossstssss are quite Ussselessss to Ussss but we sssstill would ssssupport that idea, and assss for the NAP, we would happily agree to that and yesss we do get around alot."


"Ahem" piped up the kewen in the Training room "If you would like there is a sparring ring for this just over there" he said while pointing to a large circle ring lined with pads and the like

Turning to the BF Guards he said "If you would like you can try out some of our weapons?" he pointed to the wall and the assortment of heavy weaponry he walked over to a nearby pad and touched a button, a small EMP feild activated and any monotiering devices besides that of kewen would hopefully be nulled.

"Fair enough, though by trading outpost we do mean other things, exchanging knowledge and the laike but I understand your stance. The NAP will require my council to send the document, I'm sure I'll have that soon enough. Now, if there's any particualr order of business you had in mind, I'm all ears...."
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Just then, the younger Drone grabbed Elder Drone's leg and threw it into the sparring ring before running ove rto the ring itself and trying to perform a funal strike. The Elder quickly rolled to the side as the younger Drone's fist slammed into the ground. The two continued their battle.

'I can only speak for the colony, we're not in contact with our home world at the moment, but we fully support a trading outpost and the exchange of knowledge of the universe. We would also happily enter into a NAP with the Kewen people.'

****

One guard stepped over to the weapons, examining them, intrigued. The other looked more restless...

'Your diplomat spoke of robotic opponents for hand-to-hand combat... any chance I could have a crack? Don't expect it back in one piece though...' the soldier grinned.

The first guard attempted to pick up the largest weapon... he was suprised by how much it weighed. He activated his NCI and ordered a 100% activation of his boosted muscles, governed by a prime distribution and co-ordination programme.

Immediately the weapon seemed to become lighter, but hefting it still required the soldier to get his whole body under the barrel as leverage. The trooper balanced it on his shoulder with on arm steadying the cannon and stared down the barrel, aiming down the range. Projectile prediction and fine motor control programmes pulsed into life, displaying a grid overlayed on his field of vision and showing the likely trajectory of his shots. Tiny adjestments were made to his aim by the programme and he barely had to think as he fired his first shot. The cannon pulsed and completely obliterated the target he had been aiming at.

'Impressive...' the soldier cradeled the weapon, resting the butt against the floor, glad to take the extra weight away from his frame. He stroked it... feeling the contours and the intricate variations in weight and balance...

'But bulky...' he heaved the cannon back on the rack with a loud bang and took up a stance at the even of the firing range. Arms by his sides, head down, feet planted firmly apart. The guard ordered his small internal power source to be activated. He felt the bio-reactor spark into life and begin to pump a charge into his implanted internal power grid.

As the charge built up the soldier changed his stance, turning side on and focusing on one target... he raised his hand. Boosted muscles contracted and from within the trooper's forearm slid a directed plasma emitter. He aimed, concentrated the charge from his power grid, and sent the impulse to fire.

The bolt of superheated plasma spat down the range and impacted straight into the target, almost completely melting it.

The guard lowered his arm, breathing heavily. The charge took a lot of energy from the users body... but the weapon was undeniably effective.

ooc: errm the heaviest cannon your guy just picked up weighs over like... 10 tons and isportable artillery and the recoil would of killed him that this is for horros only!. And the Robot hand to hand combats are agai probably out of your league, as my troops train with them and they have stregnth depending on setting better or worse than a horror!.

IC:

The diplomat smiled a wry smile when he heard the knword knowledge,
"Ah, knowledge the one true thing in thisssss universsssse we prisssse, And as for the NAP we are again happy to sign it, but we stress this any sssship civillian or military that ssstrayssss into the protective cordon around the planet will be destroyed, no matter what it sssayssss unless it has specific pardonssss and cleared it with Forces at the sssstation"

The diplomat sighed, "As long as it's not one of Redemption's ships I really don't care one way or the other..."

OOC: Best to state weapon weights before hand or not at all.

OOC: 10 tons? You can't be serious? I've read descriptions of horrors... Elephant-sized armour plated gorillas basically right? If that weapon weighed 10 tons even they couldn't have realistically used it. Also, directed energy weapons don't generally have recoil... and if they do it's down to a mechanical movement within the weapon itself, which would shake the gun apart if it were that severe. I'll edit my post to make him put my effort into firing... but he can still fire it. These guys have been HEAVILY alterted. I'm using this little training excersise to try and establish just how dangerous they can be.

My guy is still waiting for a robotic opponent.

ooc: i was exagerating at 10ton to get my point the thing is frigging heavy and quite staggering.
IC.

The kewen guard motioned for the second BF guard to come here to a different ring, the middle of the ring slid open and four completly different robots appeared, one was amred with a viatry of Weapons ranged, the other hand a Single Lonswoard, another had two swords, and the last was purely hand to hand.

"Here is the training bot, choose one and then speak the following words
"Masssk for Master setting Essik for Noive and Mussuk for Mediocre."

The Blasfisian guard approached the ring, examing the prospective opponenents... He stood before the hand-to-hand droid sizing it up.

Making his decision the guard powered up his own systems. Power pulsed through him. His internal implants thrummed into life, boosted muscles, hardened sub-dermal partial exoskeleton, reinforced skeleton, repulsor plates and strengthened membranes all tightened as the systems around them were activated. His NCI gland enhanced sensory perception while stimulating the production of adreneline and releasing chemicals that would enhance the warrior still further... this protection made him feel truly invulnerable and immune to hard-ship and pain.

His weapons implants all registered at 100% and prime slipped in to combat mode, sharpering the soldiers reflexes and reactions, giving him almost a sense of precognition. It overlayed his vision with close combat vectors and measurements, highlighting and enhancing his perception of the combat droid stood infront of him. He activated the two weapons in his forearms. His left arm sprouted a mass of thin alloy 'flow-metal' tentacles that wrapped around his forearm and hand, effectivly turning the limb into an effective shield or battering weapon. The tentacles could be reconfigured if he required a weapon.

His right arm extruded a mysterious narrow, short, sharp, hollow tube that extended only a centimeter from between his knuckles. It was conected to a bulging forearm full of boosted muscle. And would be the soldier's 'ace in the hole'.

He spoke at the robot, imitating the Kewen guard.

'Mussuk.'

OOC: Kewen, do you want to control your robot? Or are you happy to let me god mode it?

ooc: MINE!

Upn hearing the word "Mussuk" the driod sprang into action armguards and leg guards appeared out of nowhere on the driod as the once skinny frame now cover in bulging simulated mucles and such, little or no padding was on the fist.

The Driod sprung into action at the man who uttered the word being only a feet away,he kicked at the mans leg then jumped over him in a flip and assumed a defensive stance.

The kewen guard walked over a computer panel and pressed a few buttons the infomation from the driod was being sent to the Computers Central core for futher analysis.


In the Diplomatic chambers
"Redemtpion what ship is that?"

The droids movements seemed almost sluggish. The trooper avoided its kick with ease, and slide round into a stance of his own facing the robot. Moving with fluidly graceful movements that were deceptivly powerful, the guard gathered pace and launched his own unpredictable attack. He swung his armoured left fist in a viscious swipe and let the momentum carry him forwards into a powerful roundhouse kick...

OOC: And my diplomat's statement?

ooc: fixed

The Leanorian smiled and shook his head, "It's not a ship, it's the name of one of the Elden warriors in Greywatch. He is... gifted to an extent and can be very rash. Believe me, I've seen what he does to people who piss him off, now my point is... if, and it would be a longshot because there's nothing out here. But if, he ever came to this sector or any sector you guys are in, he would most likely try to land, and I would have to suggest you let him, weapons are one thing, Redemption is something... not of this, or any other, world."

The robots Core was simply stunned when the HUman actually tried to hit him, no kewen would fall for that surely, as His left are flew towards the robt it seemliy passed through im before it hit something in the center and was wedged in place, the robot's automatec face and changed its movitvators to resemble a face for mock concern as it brough its arm up and dow with enough force to shatter Steel onto the mans Arm then the robot was hit by the foot, he was unprepared this time as was knocked to the side the mans arm still wedged in the center fist pokeing out the other side.

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In the Diplomatic room.
"Ah, ssssseemsssss like a dangeroussssss thing, i've noticed that you dont sssseem to be confortable with your esscortsss why isss that so?" he said addressing the Leocardian.

OOC: Leanorian
IC:

"Oh by all means... he's not that bad unless he's pissed off. He was cursed to live forever and, while he's not exactly cold or harsh, he does react very badly when people remind him of his immortality. As for the Drones, I simply hate them. Most of my race does, we are fundamentally against what they are. We believe in gods, they are artificial being most similar to demons. Its very easy to understand why I'm uncomfortable around them."

The Blasfisian diplmat was also interested in what the Greywatch answer would be.

****

This was unexpected... the guard's metal ecased arm seemed to be lodged in the alien droids chest... and the droid was trying to break his arm!

The flowmetal tentacles reacted, guided by prime, they almost instantly formed a shield over the arm. Even so, the impact was brutal. Jarring the guard's shoulder. It would have broken the arm if not for the reinforced skeleton and boosted muscle that absorbed the blow. The only respite from another hit came as his leg came round and caught the droid, seemingly knocking it off balance for a second.

The guard heaved against the clinging alien robot's chest, but there was no give even with the guard exerting the full force of his boosted muscles. So he reached back with his other fist... pointed tube glinting through his knuckles... and punched, aiming for the throat of the droid...

The two Drones continued fighting each other, they were getting more aggressive, each punch they threw or kick they performed was backed up with cryptic energy. Waves of air were pushed away from them from the force of each movement. At this rate, they'd be relying on their actual cryptic abilities.

The driod saw the arm coming and ducked instanly narrowly avoiding the armed twisting slightly he grabbed that arm and gripped it tightly holding it inplace before he Again with his other armed tried to break the humans arm this time he added 34% more force a totaling 70% of his capacity.

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"Ah, yesss religion a fickle thing, we once in a ssssysssstem now long gone attempted to make contact with a bird like sssspeciessss who inhabited a gassss giant and belived a thing called the "Heavenly Perch of KAWAK" ssssuffice to ssssay when we told them there was no perch above the gassss giant and that they couldnt live otusssside the gassss giant they reacted violently and blew the gassss giant up."

"It's not as simple as that I'm afraid. This is a little more than religion, our gods are the Elden, a race that currently exists in Greywatch. We worship the spirits of the most powerful of the Elden. Drones are a... semi-demonic force. They were created by an organization that makes weapons... they are sometimes called Black Weapons due to their nature. The Drones are one of those weapons, there's a little history here."

"Ah, there is a history behind everything of course, but living gods please do tell more" He said obviously interested.

The guard was impressed by the droids speed in ducking the blow... it'd beenn holding back before...

If he needed anymore confirmation, it came in the form of a more powerful blow from the hand-to-hand machine as it once again tried to snap the soldiers arm. This time the flow metal could absorb all the impact and was damaged. The arm itself with wrenched had. Without the pain-blocking power of his NCI implant the guard would have been in a lot of pain.

His prime display flashed up a list of options on how to extricate himself from the alien. Most of them involved using a significant amount of power from his internal reactor... which would leave him tired and at a disadvantage... Then he noticed the bottom option that prime had supplied...

It would take a lot of conviction, and energy... and would likely leave the guard out of commission for a while... but it had the advantage of having a 94% chance of ending the combat in one move. He made his choice.

Bracing himself against another blow the guard began to buffer a huge charge in his internal capacitors...

"Well for starters, Redemption, the man I just mentioned. Is an Elden. Most of the race is thousands of years old, Redemption himself being around 7000 years of age. They possess abilites that are hard for most people to even begin to imagine. I, along with others of my kind, can regenrate and heal others without damaging our own lifespans. Elden can manipulate the universe itself to do their will, within certain limits of course. Other than that, I choose not to go further into their history, what the Elden do is a private matter amoung themselves. They choose not to meddle in the outside world anymore than they have to."

realising the mans arm still hadnt broken, the droid diverted 99.99% of its Physicall operational power to its one arm while leaving enough to hold the other mans arm still the driod was immoblie but with unerathly speeds it brought its armed down again as it uttered the words "I win"


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"Of courssssse, we recognissssse when sssssomeone cant reveal more, now back to buisnessssss and away from this interessssting although off topic talk."

The guard knew the blow was coming, but could do nothing to stop it. The kewen droid's arm crunched into the guards reinforced left arm... the reinforced skeleton didn't stand-up to the blow and snapped with a dry crack that could be heard by everyone in the room. If it hadn't been for the boosted muscles around his arm and the integrated impants and power grid, the soldiers arm might have been seperated from his body! Such was the force of the blow.

But it was at that point that the guard unleashed the charge he had been building up... not into his damaged left arm, but into the boosted muscle of his right arm! The charge burned out of the muscle, shocking the aliend droid with its intensity and lending a surge of strength to the Blasfisian guard's right arm... He pulled back his arm from the grasp of the droid and punched forward again... as hard and as fast as he could, prime guided the arm to its target, the alien's throat. The shiny tip of the pointed tube protuded slightly from the knuckles of his fist...

The Drones continued their battle, completely unaware of anything happening around them. Then it happened, the younger Drone began activating a cryptic ability. In its hand formed a small black ball of energy, he held his arm out straight, pointing his palm and thus the ball at the Elder Drone, who did nothing. The ball began to collect more energy and thus more weight, it could be felt throughout the area, a weapon of great power was in that Drone's hand and if fired, could do some serious damage. The Elder Drone waited expectantly, not thinking about the others in the room, if such a skill was left uninterupted, someone was most likely going to die...

The Driod saw the incoming fist and again tried to move but the shock had disortientaded and shut of its connectiond with its prime coder so it was much more sluggish the blow landed with a heavy thud as the little tube sunk into the Metal casing on its head.

Prime sprung into action as soon as the tube penetrated its target.

Hundreds of meters of single molecule thick alloy wire was pumped into the body cavity of the drone. The thin wire uncoiled fully into the drone's head and neck. The weapon had been designed for use against biological targets... acting like a cheese wire, it would reduce internal organs to the consistancy of soup... but it worked equally well on the robot shredding the control chip of the droid and severeing wires and connections as it uncoiled within a millisecond.

An instant later the implant retracted the wire, which caused as much damage going out as it had on the way in.

The Guard stepped back, cradeling his broken arm... and watched, waiting for the robot to collapse.

The other guard had started to take notice of the drones and there fight... he was sending back a stream of information to the Blasphemous Fish fleet via his NCI link as the two beings fought.

The Robot froze still with the look of a smile upon its face, the cords just so happened to short ciruit its power system and just uder a thousand volts coursed through its and the mans body before it turned into a puddle.

There was a low hum coming from the energy in the Drone's hand. The Elder wasn't doing anything in return, all he had to do was dodge it. And that wasn't hard. However, such a power would be like setting out a very decent bomb in fireworks factory, there was no telling what cuh cryptic energy would do. It had no designated element, it was not being turned into fire or being used to control water. It was Cryptic energy and nothig more, the most dangerous form there was. A wave of artificial gravity went accross the room as the ability powered up more and more...

OOC: BF, there's something in Pirate Raid! you may wish to see.

The power discharge almost overloaded the guard's implants... but the distrubution net managed to accept the flow of power and integrate it back into the bioware systems by channeling it through the wire implant directly back into the internal power web.

If such a charge had hit the trooper on his skin he wouldn't have had any chance of absorbing it and would have been badly burned.

****

The Blasfisian diplomat looked up in alarm... he had just accessed his guard's NCI feed...

'Gentlemen... there may be a problem in the training room!'

He watched through the guard's eyes as the drones faced eachother and prime indicated a large power build-up!

The Leanorian rose to his feet, "What kind of problem?"

'Your drones seem to be getting carried away!'

****

The Blasfisian guards, one still cradeling his broken arm, began to back away from the drones. Giving them space, moving away from the gravity waves that were building from within the ring.

The kewen diplomate injected
"A Drone related problem."

OOC: replied to Pirate Raid thread GW.

The Automatic suppresion feilds around the rings activated and casued a bubble of null gravity, in which hopefully the drones would be rendered immobile/clmed down.

The Drones were unaffected by such a change in their enviroment, cryption created artificial gravity. The powerful charge was almost done and in only a minute or two more would be released. Whatever havok followed the Drones had no care.
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The diplomat's face changed to an expression of horror, "Take me to them NOW!"

Standing up he said "this way, quickly then" as he walked out the door and down the hall way turning through a corrideor and opening the door to the chamber.

When the diplomat saw the two Drones in their state he froze for a moment. "Dammit." He muttered as he pulled a small crystal on a string, he quickly tied it around his wrist and helf the crystal in his hand. He ran closer the Drones and began chanting something in an ancietn language, slwly the energy in the Drone's hand began transfering into the Leanorian's. It was only then the Drones remembered there were still people around them. The Leanorian was in awe when he realized what he'd taken was undevoteds cryptic energy, Dammit, what now. This is destructive force in my hands... dammit dammit. Just then he had an idea, he tranferred the energy into lighting and drove it into himself, an electrical surge filled his body and he screamed in pain. It last for a few seconds before stopping, he was on his hands and knees, shaking, burned, damaged, and immobile. The Drones finally came to and realized what had happened, "Master!" They called out.

ooc: GW i hope you dont mind but i plan on fixing your lion man!
IC

"Dear lord," he said as he took a knew next to the injured leonarian, looks him over assesssing his injuries "Thissss issss quite a sssshocking turn of eventssss i must ssssay, hissss injuriessss dont look too bad and i bet we can fix him on this sssship right now if your ok with it" He said the last part to the drones.

"And probably thisssss dosnt have to go on record" he added wryly.

The Blasfisian guards giggled. No respectable citizen of Blasphemous Fish could resist a pun!

OOC: Kewen, I'd have a major problem if you did
IC:

Slowly, and with much assistance from the Drones the diplomat rose to his feet. "Is there something you require?" Asked the younger Drone, the Elder didn't bother, it took the diplomats arm and began filling the open hand with Encryptic energy, the opposite of cryptic to an extent. "Leanorians are excellent healers and regenerators, he'll be fine." The Leanorian gave a small smile as he began converting the energy in his palm to healing energy, once there was enough of it he repeated the same action he had done with the cryptic energy and slammed it into his chest, albeit in a twitch just-got-electrocuted way. There was an aura of light around his body as his wounds and burns vanished, his fur and skin growing back. It all lasted for a little less than a minute before the Drones let him go and he stood on his own. His clothing, other than the hole in the chest, was more or less fine. "Yeah, do me a favor and don't put this on the records would ya?" He said quietly, straightening himself up.

ooc: fine no immortlity for you! ; . ;
IC
"Thissss never happened?, sssso why are we here? ooo that is a nassssty hole in your sssshirt i think ssssomeone must of missssfired" as he spoke the kewen guard took the pulse rifle set it on wide and fired a shot into the wall

"Very good, now if nothing happened letssss get back to the talkssss please" He said and he strod out the room.

"Agreed, and I (won't) be making any report of this accident. As far as I'm concerned I tried to show of some Cryptic ability and it misfired." The Leanorian said while flexing his hand, making sure everything was still working. "And you two," he said to the Drones, "No more training, do that back at your home, where they have the proper facilities for it." The two Drones nodded and followed him.

OOC: Not immortality, I said this many times, Leanorians = awesome healers

OOC: I think Kewen is trying to say that he wanted to give your leonian immortality...

'You could fix this for me if you like!' interupted the guard, still holding his broken arm. 'Your training robot... bit brisk! And I've not brought a nanonic patch to heal it up with. I'd have to return to a Blasfisian ship to get this sorted...'

OOC: Leanorians want to die serving their gods, he'd most likely hate being immortal, especially because he knows Redemption, who is actually my only immortal character and Red hates the fact that he's immortal.
IC:

"Human," said the leanorian, "How would you like to be healed by me instead. You have many augmentations but the flesh and bone are still the same. I can easily heal that..."

'Yeah, sure. Worse comes to worst I can always get it replaced.'

OOC: My god I have been so bored today.
IC:

The Leanorian took the man's arm in both hands, feeling it for the most heavily damaged areas. "Yeah, this may hurt a little." His hands began to glow a faint blue as the encryptive force began reattaching bones and flesh, healing them in the process. The augmentations made it a little more difficult but it was coming along fine. "Tell me, how does that feel?"

The guard's NCI display was flashing up unusual icons and data streams... showing incomprhensible sensor read-outs of equations gathered from his limb. Prime was recording it all and feeding it into the wider NCI network for future study.

The program had also initiated a total receptor nerve block on the limb, the guard couldn't feel anything... but his NCI implant was telling him that if he could feel, he'd be in pain. The bones and muscles themselves were healing... and to a certain extent so were the bio-implants and augmentations... but the damaged power distribution grid and flow metal ports remained inoperable. It'd take a lot of surgery to replace them.

'Maybe I'll get myself another extruder...' murmered the guard...'seemed to work well enough against the alien beastie.' He grinned to himself at the memory.

"That's an interesting power you've got... I can imagine it'd be useful in a fight. And thanks... for fixing me up." The guard seemed almost embarrassed.

"Leanorians are great healers, there's not much more to say. Anyway, I assume we should go back to the talks soon."

OOC: Is there anything else to talk about in the diplomacy?

I'm quite keen on moving this along a couple of months... we can get some good progress in the colonies and integrate my other fleet from the home world...

OOC: Dunno, ask Kewen, and we can't move until Deata gets back and does their diplomatic talks with Kewen

ooc: sure skip ahead a few months.

OOC: We still have to wait

I've telegrammed Deata, but no response... someone else wanna have a go?

OOC: They're at a scout outing/meeting of some kind and won't be back until next week.

ooc: we can skip ahead a few months and when deater comes backwe can do the diplomacy between meh and him liquid time ftw.

OOC: You wanna set up a small sub thread for that then so this doesn't get uber confusing? And I can't do much with the asteroid outpost without Deata here since they decided to bring in civilians, unless of course I went ahead and mined the asteroids and built the outpost like I was planning to anyway... actually, yeah, that is what I was gonna do anyway, I was only asking which outpost they wanted their part of the station to be on...

When Lord Hurabi shook the diplomats hand nanoscopic feelers sampled his genetic data at the most basic level and also finding out any modifications that had been made, already some place far away sure enough was a exact physicall copy of him being made. though it would eventually be remade into something else this whole proccess was to get a feel for the the aliens body and learn their limitations. the kewen took the philosphy "keeps your friends close but our enemies close one stepp futher keep your friends close but be your enemy".

"It isss a pleasssure, I am Jussin, captain of this vessel if you would please follow me we can go someplace more private."

ooc: I'm back. And some of the small people were obnoxious.

"Of course," replied hurabi. He followed.

OOC: Good to have ya back

As Jussin led the way he couldnt help but comment
"We are very curioousss, but why did you not go to the same ship as your fellow comrades or is there something between you? a conflict of interestes?" As he spoke he turned down a corridor the way wasnt much futher as a single door stood ajar with light shining through, the only open and lit door in this hallyway which ironically was quite short a hallway.

"Well, we were somewhat delayed," said hurabi, "but also... we had a bit of a dispute going on with the Blasfisians a while ago, and it ended rather poorly for both sides. Our last mutual talks were... tense, to say the least."

Stepping into the room he motioned for the Deatan representative to take a seat
"Ah, we have heard about thisssss incident but none of the detailssss, it cant of been that bad? could it?" he sat down as he finished

"There was a disputed star system," Hurabi elaborated. "they wanted to colonize, but we had military bases there. it was right on the border of our empire, and we had been patrolling and policing there for centuries. anyway, negotiations ended badly, and they hit Cersie- the star- with something ot make it die within a year. They tried to flee, but it didn't work out so well." he looked at Jussin.

'And what have the Blasfisians been telling you?"

"Other than a few minor referancessss to you and your untrusssstworthynessssss abosssslutly nothing, now onto the pressssent is there anything you wissssh to disssscusssss?" He replied

"Yes," hurabi said. "Do you have any conditions for our presence in this system?"

"Yessss,one stay into the area marked by the beacons kindly set by the Blasfians and we will open fire. no warning we will ssshoot, we have given warnings already and the beacons are there do not stay. other than that aboslutly none"