NationStates Jolt Archive

"Years had passed. After the infamous suicide bomber incident, Nationalism swept CM, and with it, an extreme Xenophobia. The government bent to the people, and retreated into a shell of isolation. Time passed, how long, even we do not know. We refused to use the standard year, and the Aul is lost to memory now. As all of you know, we all lived on a tiny island in the home world at one time. What I'm about to show you is newly found documents, from the great Library, found recently, and have revealed more then we ever could imagine, in great detail, about the Migration..." *Turning to a small computer, and punching in a few numbers, a large image appears near the chalkboard...*

"Gaiun, we can't stay here any longer. Operation 'Tread lightly' has proved our worst fears. The Foreigners war is about to dive into a full out nuclear war." President Gaiun slammed his fist against the desk. "Don't those fools know what they're doing? They'll kill us all!" The aide shook his head. "I don't think we have much choice. We have to destroy the island." President Faustus sighed. "Very well. I suppose you're right. Inform the Senate I'm using the emergency dictator act, and inform them of the situation. Begin evacuations."

"This madman will have us to destroy the Island! And for what? The paranoia of nuclear warfare. This is the foreigners war! Let them deal with it. We're unknown to the world, we have interceptor missiles at everycoast, and the fleet can stop anything within a thousand miles. We're safe here! Even out birth-death rate has hit a brick wall. We could stay here for another four-thousand Aurs! They haven't a chance of harming us." Senator Caelus sat down with a smile. He had proved his point, and stopped this madness before it managed to spread. He was sure the Senate would impeach Gaiun. "The Senate recognizes Senator Vel." Senator Caelus looked up.

"What Senator Caelus says is true. The foreigners cannot harm us with Nuclear weaponry. But what about the possibility of Nuclear winter? How about our population? Sure, it's stopped, but there are still millions who cannot find enough food to eat the bare minimum. We've had to use every possible speck of land to house and feed those we can. We have no choice but to make for the stars. And then, Senator Caselus ignores something. Not even the combined might of the senate can stop the President when he initiates Emergency dictator powers. No matter what our opinions are, this will still go through. Those of you who wish to stay here and take a nice radiation shower, be my guest. For the rest of us, I'm going on the ships, and escaping this hell-hole. Even if the wormhole function doesn't work, I'd rather die in space then linger here for a slow and painful death, isolation gnawing it's way through my mind."

Looking down at the land below him, tears ran through Numerius' eyes as he watched his family leave on a boat. They left for another country, leaving behind everything, hoping for the best outcome in the foreigners war. Holding his mothers' small wooden cross in his hands, he lowered his head and said a quiet prayer before looking back up at the area around him. "Liftoff in six hours." A voice boomed over the PA system. Leaning back into the hard plastic chair, Numerius tried to close his eyes, but the tears kept him from sleep.

"I thought you knew where we would be!" President Gaiun leaned on the wall, his veins sticking out on his neck. "Sir, we didn't even know if the wormhole technology worked. We're lucky to have gotten this far. We can only search for Habitable planets at this point." Gaiun pulled out a small bottle and swallowed several pills before continuing. "The blood of the Moralites is on your hands if we fail." Gaiun muttered before limping back inside of his cabin under the artificial gravity.

As you all know what happened next, I'll elaborate a bit, because old men like myself like to ramble about such things. We managed to find noctisdivu, the planet we are on. One without light, but not without life. However, you all already know this. For the sake of the class, I'll continue. We established the city of Atrubs, now ignored and despised, despite the wealth of history in the city. It's been but fourteen years since we left the homeplanet, yet already we have established ourselves across the entire planet. Colonies on other planets. How many of you remember the journey? One, two, three, four? More then I expected. I expect a two page essay on the documents and speech I gave in fourteen standard hours...

OOC: Just CM escaping from, well, CM, and heading into FT. Any contact would be greatly appreciated, and no huge fleets please. Moralites are still recovering from the technology stunt they received back when they were in isloation on Earth, so their weapons will be MT until I make up some more weapons/buy them from one of you fine fellows.

OOC: Taggage for interest. ANd now I can use future Greywatch. ^^ I'll send something small.

OOC: Taggage for interest. ANd now I can use future Greywatch. ^^ I'll send something small.

OOC: Couldn't stay PMT forever. Leataways not with my mindset. Oh, and just so you know, 1314 didn't exactly... Age the same way everyone else did.:D

OOC: Redemption is gonna have some fun if he ever meets 1314
IC:

A small Greywatch vessel pulled out of PSR into yet another new system. It began scanning. Some planets, possibly habitable; some asteroids, possibly some useful minerals; some signs of possible life, that was... unepected. The ship moved closer to where it detected what seemed like the reading of intelligent life, very faded but still there. Most other ships would pass over it, it got to the planet and then began orbiting. A message was being prepared.

OOC: Redemption is gonna have some fun if he ever meets 1314
IC:

A small Greywatch vessel pulled out of PSR into yet another new system. It began scanning. Some planets, possibly habitable; some asteroids, possibly some useful minerals; some signs of possible life, that was... unepected. The ship moved closer to where it detected what seemed like the reading of intelligent life, very faded but still there. Most other ships would pass over it, it got to the planet and then began orbiting. A message was being prepared.

"Strange... We seem to have an asteroid of some sort...." The astronomer adjusted the telescope through the computer. Furrowing his eyebrow, his eyes were suddenly filled with fear. "Christ! It's some sort of spacecraft! Mark! Tell the Senate! Wire them, buy a horse, just do it! Quickly!" Marcus shook his head. "Tony, are you drunk again? Or are you on something else this time?" Peering through the telescope, Marcus shook his head calmly. "You're right Tony. It's some sort of spacecraft, far more advanced than ours." On the outside, his demeanor was calm and collected, but on the inside, his thoughts were scattered and panicking. Walking over to the supercomputer, his hands shaking, he typed a message to the Senate.

Emergency message to the Senate, respond immediatly, unknown objects spotted near Concuxis, may be advanced spacecraft, respond immediately.

Senator Vel shook his head. If it wasn't just an asteroid, what could they do? They weren't equipped for any sort of space combat. If it was an asteroid, there wasn't anything to worry about. In any case, all they could do was wait. "This is lunacy! Our astronomers high on seven types of drugs! We're the only ones out here!"
"Shush Caelus, you were wrong once, you can be wrong again. We're monitoring all radio signals in case they try to contact us." Caelus shook his head in disgust before muttering "Asteroids can't talk dumbass."

A message was sent to the Greywatch Council as several scans were done. Two officers talked on the bridge. "Definately IL. Not as advanced but it's there." The other one looked over, "No forms of AOWs... least we don't have to worry about being shot down..." The other one looked to the captain, "Ma'am, shall we use comms." The Leanorian looked back, "Please do... but I doubt that they'll be able to pick up our frequencies... go through Greywatch databanks and try to form one of those old signals your species used at some point." The officers rolled their eyes, Leanorians may have been decendants of the Elden like they were, but their tech levels were completely different. They took about an hour to modify the comms system before sending a message.

<This is scout ship ****** Empire of Greywat***** repeat ***** ship of the Empire of *****watch. We are ****** contact, we are****** make contact. Do you ******? I repeat ******* you copy? Can you understand ********? Please respond.>

Strange signals were a common sight to the Federation, space was a strange place, full of exploding suns, black holes, and strange galactic phenomena. However, the constant and changing radio signals from the Altharis system continued to bother the Federation higher ups, so a frigate was detailed to investigate and find out what was going on. So it was that the TFS Horizon arrived in the Altharis system, to enter into a contact it had not yet experienced yet....

The Captain, Jessica Smith, sat in her chair and watched as the ship came out of the wormhole, sending bursts of energy and squealing radio signals to everyone in sight. Once the massive burst of energy was finished and the wormhole closed, the frigate powered up the sensors and began to scan the system, under the control of the ship A.I., Gaia. What she saw floored her. There was a civilization in this system, over several worlds! They didn't have an energy output equal to a normal FTL nation, so she hypothesized they were still in a modern technology era. That was amazing that they managed to make it into space with only modern technology. She also noticed an object on one of the planets, the one with the most life in fact. The power signature read a normal FTL spaceship. She was puzzled was that theirs? If so, why only one? With the information she had, she had to assume it was from another nation.

"Captain." Jessica closed her eyes as she answered the affinity call.

"Yes, Gaia."

The A.I. sent her the data. "We are detecting a modern tech civilization somehow colonizing several worlds, and an unknown space ship orbiting one of their worlds."

Jessica smiled. "Well then, let's break out the first contact scenarios. Open two separate channels, one to the planet, and the other to the ship. Have the planet one be a radio one, I doubt they have more advanced frequencies at this point."

The A.I. nodded and ended the link. Two channels were opened and sent as the frigate began to make its way to the most populated world in the system.

To unknown ship, This is the TFS Horizon here on a exploring mission after receiving radio transmissions. Who are you and why are you here?


Greetings. This is the TFS Horizon of the Federation of Telros. We have arrived in your system due to your radio transmissions and notice this is your space. We would like to open dialogues and begin diplomatic relations as soon as is best for you.

The captain raised an eyebrowas there was aburst of energy similar to that of PSR, "Comms, open a channel." The officer nodded.

<We could very easily ask the same of you. We are here on our own private business, exploration to be exact. We're not here for trouble and would hope that you're not going to start any. Scan us if you wish, you'll not find anything threatening.>

A message was sent to the Greywatch Council as several scans were done. Two officers talked on the bridge. "Definately IL. Not as advanced but it's there." The other one looked over, "No forms of AOWs... least we don't have to worry about being shot down..." The other one looked to the captain, "Ma'am, shall we use comms." The Leanorian looked back, "Please do... but I doubt that they'll be able to pick up our frequencies... go through Greywatch databanks and try to form one of those old signals your species used at some point." The officers rolled their eyes, Leanorians may have been decendants of the Elden like they were, but their tech levels were completely different. They took about an hour to modify the comms system before sending a message.

<This is scout ship ****** Empire of Greywat***** repeat ***** ship of the Empire of *****watch. We are ****** contact, we are****** make contact. Do you ******? I repeat ******* you copy? Can you understand ********? Please respond.>
"I'm getting something sir! It's a bit garbled... Let me try to relay it through the colony on Perpuna.... There. It's still garbled, but I think I've got as much as we're going to get." Senator Vel shook his head. Hardly a full message, but they had to reply. "Send back a message. Wait,no, set it up for me. I'll send it."
This is High moralite Senator Vel, state purpose and allegiance unidentified space vessel, I repeat, state purpose and allegiance.
Strange signals were a common sight to the Federation, space was a strange place, full of exploding suns, black holes, and strange galactic phenomena. However, the constant and changing radio signals from the Altharis system continued to bother the Federation higher ups, so a frigate was detailed to investigate and find out what was going on. So it was that the TFS Horizon arrived in the Altharis system, to enter into a contact it had not yet experienced yet....

The Captain, Jessica Smith, sat in her chair and watched as the ship came out of the wormhole, sending bursts of energy and squealing radio signals to everyone in sight. Once the massive burst of energy was finished and the wormhole closed, the frigate powered up the sensors and began to scan the system, under the control of the ship A.I., Gaia. What she saw floored her. There was a civilization in this system, over several worlds! They didn't have an energy output equal to a normal FTL nation, so she hypothesized they were still in a modern technology era. That was amazing that they managed to make it into space with only modern technology. She also noticed an object on one of the planets, the one with the most life in fact. The power signature read a normal FTL spaceship. She was puzzled was that theirs? If so, why only one? With the information she had, she had to assume it was from another nation.

"Captain." Jessica closed her eyes as she answered the affinity call.

"Yes, Gaia."

The A.I. sent her the data. "We are detecting a modern tech civilization somehow colonizing several worlds, and an unknown space ship orbiting one of their worlds."

Jessica smiled. "Well then, let's break out the first contact scenarios. Open two separate channels, one to the planet, and the other to the ship. Have the planet one be a radio one, I doubt they have more advanced frequencies at this point."

The A.I. nodded and ended the link. Two channels were opened and sent as the frigate began to make its way to the most populated world in the system.
"Sir, I have another coming in, clear as crystal." Turning up the receiver as loud as it would go, the message echoed throughout the senatorial chamber. "I'll send this one." Senator Gaius announced loudly and with confidence.

This is Moralite Senator Gaius, we are ready to discuss situation and diplomatic channels as soon as you can send an emissary.

<We could very easily ask the same of you. We are here on our own private business, exploration to be exact. We're not here for trouble and would hope that you're not going to start any. Scan us if you wish, you'll not find anything threatening.>

The A.I. sighed and then replied. "We do not intend to start any trouble. We did what any sane ship would do, ask what a FTL worthy ship was doing in system. You never know if you are part of some crazy nation thats out to kill everything. There are some out there, so we can't be careful. Scanning is not needed, you have peaceful intentions. As I stated before, this is the TFS Horizon, investigating radio signals. I am from the Federation of Telros."

She turned and saw the next message, which was from the planet. Turning, she looked at the captain and sent it to his nanonics. He glanced it over and nodded. She sent orders for a shuttle to be prepared and an escort readied. She turned to the message.

Excellent. We ask where a good place to land would be. Your civilization is much different, not having much in the way of spaceports, so we are unsure on where to land.

The A.I. sighed and then replied. "We do not intend to start any trouble. We did what any sane ship would do, ask what a FTL worthy ship was doing in system. You never know if you are part of some crazy nation thats out to kill everything. There are some out there, so we can't be careful. Scanning is not needed, you have peaceful intentions. As I stated before, this is the TFS Horizon, investigating radio signals. I am from the Federation of Telros."

She turned and saw the next message, which was from the planet. Turning, she looked at the captain and sent it to his nanonics. He glanced it over and nodded. She sent orders for a shuttle to be prepared and an escort readied. She turned to the message.

"Aw, fuck! I didn't think of that..." Gaius muttered, enthusiasm gone. A voice from the crowd of senators rang out "You really should start thinking before you speak Gaius! And trim that beard of yours!" Laughter rang out from the crowd of Senators as Gaius turned back and transmitted another mesage.

We have no spaceports as you have said, nor any idea of what conditions are needed for your vessels to land. Please tell us what exactly you need to land, and we will do our best to provide you with a suitable landing area.

Another two messages were sent, the first to the surface:

<This is scout ship 089 of the Empire of Greywatch. We are here investigating the system for anything interesting, essentially. We came accross life-signs and deicded to investigate. As of the moment we're neutral, our homeworld is now completely aware of the situation and I expect we'll be getting further orders soon.>

Then to the Telros ship:

<We were just making sure. Good to know we don't have to worry about any warmongers... anyway *laughter* don't you think if we were on a quest to destroy everything we'd have a bigger ship? But that aside for now, I'm far more interested in this other race, no offense to you of course.>

Another two messages were sent, the first to the surface:

<This is scout ship 089 of the Empire of Greywatch. We are here investigating the system for anything interesting, essentially. We came accross life-signs and deicded to investigate. As of the moment we're neutral, our homeworld is now completely aware of the situation and I expect we'll be getting further orders soon.>

Then to the Telros ship:

<We were just making sure. Good to know we don't have to worry about any warmongers... anyway *laughter* don't you think if we were on a quest to destroy everything we'd have a bigger ship? But that aside for now, I'm far more interested in this other race, no offense to you of course.>

The same voice as last time rang out from the crowd of senators crowded around the small radio receiver "They've certainly have found something interesting, wouldn't you say amicitia?" More laughter from the Senators. Gaius glared at them and returned to the transmitter.

Very well then, contact us when you have received further orders

Gaia grinned at the Greywatch response. "The feeling is mutual. A modern tech civilization that has colonized other worlds; that is a rare sight, the first recording in the Federation's entire history even. We wish you luck on your part of the negotiations. If you need anything, feel free to call. I will do my best to help you."

The captain had entered his shuttle, with her two HYDRA bodyguards and had launched, heading for the planet. Gaia replied to the Senator.

Well, all we need is a space that can fit a shuttle. I should say something about twenty feet all around should work.

OOC: Gah, can't find more to post with. >->

A message was sent to the surface:

<We've recieved further orders, we have another ship imbound. It'll be a little larger but don't be alarmed.>

Then a message was sent to the Telros ship:

<Understood and Thankyou. May you also have good fortune.>

Gaia grinned at the Greywatch response. "The feeling is mutual. A modern tech civilization that has colonized other worlds; that is a rare sight, the first recording in the Federation's entire history even. We wish you luck on your part of the negotiations. If you need anything, feel free to call. I will do my best to help you."

The captain had entered his shuttle, with her two HYDRA bodyguards and had launched, heading for the planet. Gaia replied to the Senator.



OOC: Gah, can't find more to post with. >->

Gaius turned down the receiver and went back to the small radio transmitter:
We will warn you, our planet, Noctisdivu has no natural light, other then the far away stars and the dim glow of Concuxis. We will do our best to light a small area west of the Senatorial chambers, it may only be a dim glow on the surface of the planet, but artificial light is expensive on this planet.

A message was sent to the surface:

<We've recieved further orders, we have another ship imbound. It'll be a little larger but don't be alarmed.>

Then a message was sent to the Telros ship:

<Understood and Thankyou. May you also have good fortune.>

The Senators nervously spoke to each other, some claiming hostile intentions, others believing the ship's messages.

What will be the purpose of this inbound ship?

There was a wave of aritificial gravity on the edge of the system as another, larger (2km) Greywatch ship pulled out of PSR.
<Scout vessel, good job in finding this place, we have a diplomet ready.>
<Scout vessel to Greywatch frigate, thankyou for your prompt response. Here is the file update of the situation.>
<Understoff Scout vessel, stick around a little longer and wait for further orders.>
<As you say.>
The larger ships pulled into orbit near the scout ship and then promptly sent a message to the surface.
<This is Greywatch Frigate, Guardian Lance. We have arrived with a diplomat. Give us the order and we shall send him to the surface of your world.>

The A.I. received the Moralian message and nodded.

"That is fine, our sensors will be able to pick it up. Thank you. They will be down shortly, so you can conserve money."

She sent the information to the Captain, who acknowledge and the shuttle then proceeded to go into the planet's atmosphere. A bright light would show up as they hurtled through the air, flames rushing around the shielding. Eventually they broke through, and thruster calmed their descent until they had control. Then, they locked onto the light source and came down, their lights on for everyone to see the shuttle. It smoothly landed and extended a ramp down. Two armored soldiers came down holding rifles, although they held them down so as not to upset anyone, and the captain came down, looking around. The two soldiers had lights activated, so they could see the welcoming committee.

Gaia noticed the new Greywatch ship coming in and only made a mental note that they liked their ships big.

There was a wave of aritificial gravity on the edge of the system as another, larger (2km) Greywatch ship pulled out of PSR.
<Scout vessel, good job in finding this place, we have a diplomet ready.>
<Scout vessel to Greywatch frigate, thankyou for your prompt response. Here is the file update of the situation.>
<Understoff Scout vessel, stick around a little longer and wait for further orders.>
<As you say.>
The larger ships pulled into orbit near the scout ship and then promptly sent a message to the surface.
<This is Greywatch Frigate, Guardian Lance. We have arrived with a diplomat. Give us the order and we shall send him to the surface of your world.>
"Where'd Gaius go? Numerius, could you take over for 'im?"
We will light up an area to the south of the Senatorial chambers, not that it will only be a dim glow, but it will be blue, and to the south of the Senatorial chambers.

The A.I. received the Moralian message and nodded.



She sent the information to the Captain, who acknowledge and the shuttle then proceeded to go into the planet's atmosphere. A bright light would show up as they hurtled through the air, flames rushing around the shielding. Eventually they broke through, and thruster calmed their descent until they had control. Then, they locked onto the light source and came down, their lights on for everyone to see the shuttle. It smoothly landed and extended a ramp down. Two armored soldiers came down holding rifles, although they held them down so as not to upset anyone, and the captain came down, looking around. The two soldiers had lights activated, so they could see the welcoming committee.

Gaia noticed the new Greywatch ship coming in and only made a mental note that they liked their ships big.
OOC: Sorry to nitpick, but it's "Moralite"

Sextus quickly ran up towards the ship, eyes squinting in the bright light of the landing signals. "Turn those off! They're here, can't you see?" Nearly pitch-black all over, Sextus' tone quickly changed as he smiled and walked up to the Captain, hand outstretched. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, squinting from the light inside of the shuttle. "Please, ignore my men. They are only here for ceremonial purposes." Behind him, four men stood at attention, rifles slung over their shoulders and crossbows in their hands, yellow raincoats covering their body and face, a mask underneath shrouding the rest.

Just then a small 6 man transport came out of the larger ship's docking bay. It sped down to the surface making a small fireball as it did so. Soon, its AGTs activated and it began to slow down. The pilot muttered to himself, "Damn its dark, these guys weren't kidding. I t must be cold down there with no light." The diplomat sat in the bacl, "That's why I brough a bio-suit." The pilot nodded, "I did too, sir. I think we'll all need them for this." The diplomat's guard said nothing. The pilot looked around at the ground, "I think I see the light. Turning on external lights." The craft lit up a blue color as lights on the outside made it somewhat of a christmas tree. It activated search lights and began looking for anything that might hinder its ability to land.

Just then a small 6 man transport came out of the larger ship's docking bay. It sped down to the surface making a small fireball as it did so. Soon, its AGTs activated and it began to slow down. The pilot muttered to himself, "Damn its dark, these guys weren't kidding. I t must be cold down there with no light." The diplomat sat in the bacl, "That's why I brough a bio-suit." The pilot nodded, "I did too, sir. I think we'll all need them for this." The diplomat's guard said nothing. The pilot looked around at the ground, "I think I see the light. Turning on external lights." The craft lit up a blue color as lights on the outside made it somewhat of a christmas tree. It activated search lights and began looking for anything that might hinder its ability to land.

"This place is so barren sir... Not like the other side...."
"I know Turen, but sparse hills and sparse plains are no different. In the end, it's still just a bunch of rock with a few mushrooms scattered around. So tell the truth, what's eating at you?"
"You're right. It was just an excuse. I don't wanna talk about it right now. We've got work, remember?"
"You mean looking pretty for the diplomats? Dammit, those are some bright lights! I'm gonna turn my dimmers on, over and out."

Jessica smiled and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you Senator, I am Captain Jessica Smith of the Horizon. And feel free to do the same to my men. They're here mostly for show." She smiled and waved at them. "So, shall we get inside? It's a bit chilly out here." She was actually fine, thanks to her suit, but it was good way to get them inside.

The ship softly touched down and the back opened up. The diplomat and the guard quickly got out before the back closed back up. Both were armored, though only the guard's armor had any weapondry. The diplomat waited to be greeted, the guard was at his side, an assault rifle on its back, a pistol on one side, a sword on the other.

Jessica smiled and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you Senator, I am Captain Jessica Smith of the Horizon. And feel free to do the same to my men. They're here mostly for show." She smiled and waved at them. "So, shall we get inside? It's a bit chilly out here." She was actually fine, thanks to her suit, but it was good way to get them inside.

Senator Sextus gave a inquisitive look which quickly turned to one of surprise, as if reminded of something. "Of course. The Senatorial chambers are just along this way. If you feel something gnawing around your foot... well, I'm sorry to be so blunt, but try to shake it off. It's not dangerous, but having a Saxtrah drool on your foot is no pleasant surprise." Sextus began a quick one-two step towards a dim light in the distance, along with his men, occasionally looking back to make sure Jessica was there.

The ship softly touched down and the back opened up. The diplomat and the guard quickly got out before the back closed back up. Both were armored, though only the guard's armor had any weapondry. The diplomat waited to be greeted, the guard was at his side, an assault rifle on its back, a pistol on one side, a sword on the other.

Senator Gaius strode up to the diplomat, tall and imposing, his beard making look more bear than man. "Salutations good sir, I assume you are the diplomat from..." Gaius focused for a minute before remembering "...Greywatch, no?"

"That would be it." The diplomat said, "Shall we procede inside and continue talks in there?" The diplomat smiled behind his helmet.

-OOC-
Speaking of crazy nations out to kill everything, taking a break from my reintro post to welcome the newbie. ^_^

A Darkship might technically be a violation of the huge fleets rule despite its singular existance, though. Ask Telros. But they're the only Hegemony vessels I have that aren't Zircon, which are usually incapable of real diplomacy.

All translations for the Mekantan language follow it, possibly with notes.

-IC-
The point to point FTL jumps of Mekantan vessels weren't designed with subtlety in mind. Between massive gravitational disturbances, massive amounts of heat and radiation, and a firey light visible for AUs, the Mekantans didn't seem to care about who saw them.

As the massive black-hulled form of one of the Galactic Hegemony's signature Darkships emerged into Truespace, excess energy crackled between the wicked-looking curved spines that extended from the warship. Crimson patterns pulsed along the hull a few more times before fading, the Darkship's transpace drive slowly cooling down. Its active scanners, however, became another beacon to illuminate the massive warship. All manner of scans, noticable and silent, swept through the system, identifying all it could.

The Darkships had a mantra, stating what it meant to be a Darkship. "Khiinae'ezat'zjeseth sah Khiinae'zatih'zjeseth sah Khiinae'koraltih'zjeseth." ("Omniscience, Omnipotence, Malevolence." or "Awareness, Power, and Destruction")

This particular darkship was called Teieth'ta Eithys, or the Violent Gale, which was rather unimportant save the fact that the Violent Gale's captain was one Isos math Kiren, one of the laziest (and thus fairly peaceful) Mekantans in the Hegemony military.

Isos was napping in the command throne of his warship when the Violent Gale punched through the fabric of spacetime, expecting another easy round of scanning a system, finding no lifebearing worlds, and not having to enslave or destroy anyone. He was, therefore, displeased when the Violent Gale alerted him to the presence of other vessels and inhabitants of the system's worlds.

"Voryash'matol'kir'tih'jhii. Ezoruth'tih. Telros'ze'yaxal'za. Kyanyah'ze'yaxal'za. Kyanyah'ze'hyeth'za." ("Jump complete. Scanning Telrosian vessel. Unknown vessel. Unknown organization.") The Darkship's booming omnivoice caused Isos to stir, slowly opening one sapphire eye to glare at the blank black walls of his command chamber.

"Ryah'kyah'tih, ("Shut up,") the Mekantan growled, "Tyh'za gah'tinzth!" ("I hate you!")

"Za." ("Noted.")

Isos slowly sat up, growling as he nodded. "Voryash'ryah'tih." ("Transmit.")

"Tza'to." ("Affermative.") The Darkship readied its translation protocols, knowing these other entities wouldn't know Mekantan, and the English of most Mekantan officers varies between atrocious and non-existant.


The following was broadcast throughout the system.
Attention lesser beings. This is the Galactic Hegemony Darkship Violent Gale, under the command of Lord Isos math Kiren. Our glorious commander wishes no bloodshed, for that shall result in undesired paperwork. If you consent to this nonviolence, respond. We greet you peacefully, but maintain our weapons for your oblitoration if it is required...

OOC: I have to go to bed. Please don't leave me behind. Thanks.

The Greywatch frigate activated shielding as soon as the other ship dropped out, the captain raised an eyebrow, "Great, another uppity fuucker trying to claim they're the greatest. Comms, put Prime on standby, these guys try anything stupid, make sure a Worldslayer puts them in their place." The comms officer nodded. The captain didn't bother to do anything further and just continued to look at the screen, "If they contact again just let them know we're on a diplomatic mission. I honestly can't be bother to waste words on scum like them." The comms officer nodded, "Noted and will do, sir."

OOC: Goin' to bed also

"That would be it." The diplomat said, "Shall we procede inside and continue talks in there?" The diplomat smiled behind his helmet.
Gaius straightened himself out. "Of course. The other Senators are eager to meet you. Just follow me, and watch what you step on here. Not all of the wildlife is... Pleasant, although few of it is dangerous."
-OOC-
Speaking of crazy nations out to kill everything, taking a break from my reintro post to welcome the newbie. ^_^

A Darkship might technically be a violation of the huge fleets rule despite its singular existance, though. Ask Telros. But they're the only Hegemony vessels I have that aren't Zircon, which are usually incapable of real diplomacy.

All translations for the Mekantan language follow it, possibly with notes.

-IC-
The point to point FTL jumps of Mekantan vessels weren't designed with subtlety in mind. Between massive gravitational disturbances, massive amounts of heat and radiation, and a firey light visible for AUs, the Mekantans didn't seem to care about who saw them.

As the massive black-hulled form of one of the Galactic Hegemony's signature Darkships emerged into Truespace, excess energy crackled between the wicked-looking curved spines that extended from the warship. Crimson patterns pulsed along the hull a few more times before fading, the Darkship's transpace drive slowly cooling down. Its active scanners, however, became another beacon to illuminate the massive warship. All manner of scans, noticable and silent, swept through the system, identifying all it could.

The Darkships had a mantra, stating what it meant to be a Darkship. "Khiinae'ezat'zjeseth sah Khiinae'zatih'zjeseth sah Khiinae'koraltih'zjeseth." ("Omniscience, Omnipotence, Malevolence." or "Awareness, Power, and Destruction")

This particular darkship was called Teieth'ta Eithys, or the Violent Gale, which was rather unimportant save the fact that the Violent Gale's captain was one Isos math Kiren, one of the laziest (and thus fairly peaceful) Mekantans in the Hegemony military.

Isos was napping in the command throne of his warship when the Violent Gale punched through the fabric of spacetime, expecting another easy round of scanning a system, finding no lifebearing worlds, and not having to enslave or destroy anyone. He was, therefore, displeased when the Violent Gale alerted him to the presence of other vessels and inhabitants of the system's worlds.

"Voryash'matol'kir'tih'jhii. Ezoruth'tih. Telros'ze'yaxal'za. Kyanyah'ze'yaxal'za. Kyanyah'ze'hyeth'za." ("Jump complete. Scanning Telrosian vessel. Unknown vessel. Unknown organization.") The Darkship's booming omnivoice caused Isos to stir, slowly opening one sapphire eye to glare at the blank black walls of his command chamber.

"Ryah'kyah'tih, ("Shut up,") the Mekantan growled, "Tyh'za gah'tinzth!" ("I hate you!")

"Za." ("Noted.")

Isos slowly sat up, growling as he nodded. "Voryash'ryah'tih." ("Transmit.")

"Tza'to." ("Affermative.") The Darkship readied its translation protocols, knowing these other entities wouldn't know Mekantan, and the English of most Mekantan officers varies between atrocious and non-existant.


The following was broadcast throughout the system.
Attention lesser beings. This is the Galactic Hegemony Darkship Violent Gale, under the command of Lord Isos math Kiren. Our glorious commander wishes no bloodshed, for that shall result in undesired paperwork. If you consent to this nonviolence, respond. We greet you peacefully, but maintain our weapons for your oblitoration if it is required...
"Oh, fuck! We might have a situation..."
"Come now, they offered to greet us peacefully. They're obviously a little paranoid, but hell, we were back on the homeplanet, weren't we?"
We have no wish for violence, and also greet you peacefully.
OOC: I have to go to bed. Please don't leave me behind. Thanks.

OOC: Will remember. I'm still jacked up on caffiene.:D

The Greywatch frigate activated shielding as soon as the other ship dropped out, the captain raised an eyebrow, "Great, another uppity fuucker trying to claim they're the greatest. Comms, put Prime on standby, these guys try anything stupid, make sure a Worldslayer puts them in their place." The comms officer nodded. The captain didn't bother to do anything further and just continued to look at the screen, "If they contact again just let them know we're on a diplomatic mission. I honestly can't be bother to waste words on scum like them." The comms officer nodded, "Noted and will do, sir."

OOC: Goin' to bed also
OOC: Such mean people....:tongue:

-OOC-
Just don't let the Mekantans hear that, Greywatch. ^_^

-IC-
The Violent Gale began approaching the planet, the warship actively scanning the two unknown vessels, paying particular attention to the larger of the two. It was much, much smaller than the Violent Gale and likely posed little threat, but the Darkship would take any chance it could to destroy something.

Isos, however, much preferred not having to make after action reports. They asked for far more detail than peaceful contact reports, and while like all Mekantans he loved the thrill of battle reveled in destruction, he disliked extra work moreso.

While the small unknown vessels were being watched intently for any reason to bring the overwhelming weaponry of the Darkship to bear, the Violent Gale translated another message for the primative world.

[quote]
It pleases our lord to hear you consent to peace, feeble ones. This is much preferrable to enslaving your people and ripping that planet asunder. Your technology is primative and your settlements poorly lit. Are these matters related? Perhaps some matters of trade can be arranged since you have such a pathetic existance...

-OOC-
Just don't let the Mekantans hear that, Greywatch. ^_^

-IC-
The Violent Gale began approaching the planet, the warship actively scanning the two unknown vessels, paying particular attention to the larger of the two. It was much, much smaller than the Violent Gale and likely posed little threat, but the Darkship would take any chance it could to destroy something.

Isos, however, much preferred not having to make after action reports. They asked for far more detail than peaceful contact reports, and while like all Mekantans he loved the thrill of battle reveled in destruction, he disliked extra work moreso.

While the small unknown vessels were being watched intently for any reason to bring the overwhelming weaponry of the Darkship to bear, the Violent Gale translated another message for the primative world.


It pleases our lord to hear you consent to peace, feeble ones. This is much preferrable to enslaving your people and ripping that planet asunder. Your technology is primative and your settlements poorly lit. Are these matters related? Perhaps some matters of trade can be arranged since you have such a pathetic existance...
The Senators quickly became unruly, shouting threats, unheard by the Mekantans, of course, because some of the more level-headed senators turned the transmitter off. "We still have several nukes left! I say we blow them out of the sky!"
"Wormhole them into a star!"
"Calm down! We ca't take any chances! They have the power to blow us all to kingdom come, and I say we lay low until we have the power to defend ourselves!"
These matters are not related gracious ones. We humbly accept your offer of trade.
The senators were practically rioting at this point, shouting for blood.

A single Crusier sqaudron out on advnaces patrol from the 1st fleet, was simply astounded to find a huge energy peak several systems away, so far this region of space was almost useless but this peak was something interesting and new to discover.

Appearing on the edge of the system, the three barely noticable 1.5km Crusiers were hardly noticed amongst the waves of energy emination from the large ship they sat at the end of the system not wanting to make any agressive moves to a latge ship, especially a identified one.

"Sssssire,Three Unknownssssssss and two greywatch sssssshipsssssssss, unidentified class."
"Ah, very well"


To the Primitives.<directed only to planet radio signals ranges 0mghz to 310mghz>
We are the Kewen Advance Crusier Squadron, we came to investigate a rather large power output, we greet you humbly and ask is this large brute of a ship causing you distress and or, threats?"

To the Greywatch<directed only to greywatch>
Ah hello thar,nice to see a known face in the woods, this large ship doing anything nasty? im pretty sure you could knock it down a peg if needed

To the Unidentifeds 1<smaller vessel targeted only>
Peaceful greetings Unknown craft, We are the kewen and we are just exploring this region of space for any potential threats, we were attracted here becasue of a large energy spike

"I think that somes it up well" hisssed Morath
"Very well ssssire"
as far as Kewen went Morath was the oddest one out, prefering to choose a non S sounding name and of course taking many unothodox if successful ventures

-OOC-
Now I'm tempted to see how far Isos and the Violent Gale can push the CM senate.

Out of curiousity, your people are originally Roman, aye? Do they still have gladiatorial combat?

Oh, and hello Kewen.

It's occured to me I should show what the Darkship looks like.
Front view (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship5.jpg)
Underside (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship4.jpg)
Rear (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship3.jpg)
Profile (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship2.jpg)
Top (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship1.jpg)

-IC-

The new ships didn't escape the Violent Gale's notice for very long. After all, it was frequently tasked with hunting down and capturing or erasing from existance ships far smaller and built with stealth in mind. It simply regarded the trio of vessels and alerted Isos of its presence, making ready to translate the inevitable warning Isos would issue.

The message to the unidentified trio, and to the other two unidentified ships, was simple.

Feeble lesser beings! This is the Darkship Violent Gale, of the Galactic Hegemony of Neo-Mekanta. By orders of Lord Isos math Kiren, commander of this vessel, we are here peacefully, and will not oblitorate those who give him no reason to. Silence is suspicious. Suspicion shall result in your demise. Speak with us as gentlemen, foolish lesser beings, or perish.

It never occured to most Mekantans that "talk to us or we'll kill you" is bad diplomacy. Many did, however, know that thier diet is rather disturbing to many other sentient races. Those among thier allies that learn often find those alliances strained by Mekantan attempts to share thier culture, knowing quite well how distasteful it was to them.

Thus is was not through diplomatic ineptitude, but rather malice that Isos made his next move, one the Violent Gale approved of greatly. Another message was sent back to the Moralites.

Your colony being so dark, if it is not limited by technology, must be a love of the dark, or limited power, we presume? Matters for another time. If we are to begin trade negotiations, I must insist on a tradition of my people of sharing a meal before talking of an agreement. How do you wish your food and chefs delivered?

The captain's face brightened up when they saw the Kewen ships, "Nice, they still fucking scare me at times but it's good to see 'em. Open a channel."
Encrypted message to Kewen ships:
<It is indeed nice to see friends out here. I'm assuming you're here for investigation as well. Anyway, don't worry about this ship here, just another race on an ego trip if you know what I mean... I doubt they'll be too much of a problem.>

Then the captain scowled to the other ship, "These motherfuckers... As bad as New Heaven." And officer looked up, "Well at leat they don't appear to be religious zealots...." The captain nodded, "That is a good point, open a channel."
Open message to large unknown ship:
<We're not trying to be threatening, we just don't feel that you have any words worth our time. Know this, we're not here to start a battle and I wish to keep it that way. Now then, if you're ready to stop bragging about how good you are, I'd like to return to my job. I'm not gonna bother you so don't bother me. Over and out.>

OOC: But Neo... I was actually gonna have my diplomat's guard curse them out at one point but I'll hold that off.

-OOC-
Oh, the "Don't let the Mekantans hear that" is sort of a joke. I mean, it'll piss 'em off, but they're Mekantans. They aren't really that much more dangerous than normal when pissed off. So go right ahead. Heck, I think I'll give you a good reason in the interest of making the diplomatic environment a bit more tense. I assume you're within 3.7 AU of the planet?

Note: Isos and the Violent Gale are operating under the assumption your nation consists of humans. Not sure if it's correct, but it's standard operating proceedure. I also noticed I've been forgetting my quote tags... Gah, I'm too out of practice.

-IC-

Isos didn't bother hiding his irritation. "Doe'hyuma'ta gah'nlya'za..." ("That stupid human..." or "This human is stupid...") He glared at one of the blank walls of the rounded chamber, a simple mental command telling the Violent Gale to project a holographic screen displaying the two ships of this exceedingly foolish entity. "Nlyakalax! Doe'yaxal'ta vaeryx'thassa'tih!" ("Shipmind! Fire a warning shot at that ship!")

"Tza'to." ("Affermative.")

Darkships, lacking any external weapon mounts or much in the way of building power, never give any indication they're preparing to attack until after they've fired. Such was the case when a single energy blast from one of the Darkship's cannons, easily measurable in in the hundreds of zettajoules/teratons range, suddenly formed just past the Darkship's armor and streaked toward the ships of a lesser race that dared speak in such a way to a Mekantan.

The shot was, of course, aimed a good half kilometer away from the larger Greywatch vessel, and as long as they remained in one place, the shot would remain a warning shot.

The Darkship, immediately after firing, broadcast another message, not bothering to direct it solely at the target.

We too seek peaceful discourse, but warn you to watch your tone toward your betters, Lesser scum. It is by Lord Isos math Kiren's mercy that you do not die where you stand. A less benevolent lord would have you dead and your race hunted down, and enslaved or exterminated for less.

-OOC-
I've mentioned that Mekantans are insane, yes?

They also make a lot of threats they're too lazy to go through with.

ooc: ooo you messed with the wrong ego !!! lesser being my ass.!
IC:

Smiling in contempt he replied
"Lesser being, my dear boy i am the closest thing to a god you will every see and i have being commanding soilders before the suns formed in the great sea of space so watch what you say, you may be bigger but size dosnt matter, its how you use it".

Reply to greywatch only.
"Ah, another ego, it is not matter they are only a breif spark in our lifespans, they will not be noticed" he replied smartly the Three Kewen ships unsheated their massive cannons but did not charge them, instead power was being stored so that in a energency they all could fire at 50%, that being the case only a very minute energy build up could be detected.

-OOC-

Quite the penis-wagging contest this is turning into. ^_^

That part about gods makes me tempted to have Minagoroshi, the goddess/superweapon the Mekantans worship, show up, but... nah. It'd hurt things in the long-run.

Let the dick waving continue!

-IC-

Isos smiled maliciously as the other unknown force responded, a single hand-gesture telling the Violent Gale to open communications. The Darkship could tell that the Mekantan commander's laziness was starting to evaporate in the face of conflict.

Ah, the other lessers know how to speak proudly! Closest thing to a god, you claim? The Hegemony has its own goddess. We kill other gods. A tiny stain on the cosmos like you would be no issue to crush like the insects you are. Test my patience, lessers, and witness power that forces mightier than you shall ever be tremble at the mention of!

A single Crusier sqaudron out on advnaces patrol from the 1st fleet, was simply astounded to find a huge energy peak several systems away, so far this region of space was almost useless but this peak was something interesting and new to discover.

Appearing on the edge of the system, the three barely noticable 1.5km Crusiers were hardly noticed amongst the waves of energy emination from the large ship they sat at the end of the system not wanting to make any agressive moves to a latge ship, especially a identified one.

"Sssssire,Three Unknownssssssss and two greywatch sssssshipsssssssss, unidentified class."
"Ah, very well"


To the Primitives.<directed only to planet radio signals ranges 0mghz to 310mghz>
We are the Kewen Advance Crusier Squadron, we came to investigate a rather large power output, we greet you humbly and ask is this large brute of a ship causing you distress and or, threats?"

To the Greywatch<directed only to greywatch>
Ah hello thar,nice to see a known face in the woods, this large ship doing anything nasty? im pretty sure you could knock it down a peg if needed

To the Unidentifeds 1<smaller vessel targeted only>
Peaceful greetings Unknown craft, We are the kewen and we are just exploring this region of space for any potential threats, we were attracted here becasue of a large energy spike

"I think that somes it up well" hisssed Morath
"Very well ssssire"
as far as Kewen went Morath was the oddest one out, prefering to choose a non S sounding name and of course taking many unothodox if successful ventures
The Senate quickly quieted, wanting to hear this new transmission.
A bit of both really. So far it's threatened to destroy us "Lesser beings". They seem to be highly aggressive. We also would like to thank you for contacting us. It's nice to know that there's someone else out there.
-OOC-
Now I'm tempted to see how far Isos and the Violent Gale can push the CM senate.

Out of curiousity, your people are originally Roman, aye? Do they still have gladiatorial combat?

Oh, and hello Kewen.

It's occured to me I should show what the Darkship looks like.
Front view (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship5.jpg)
Underside (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship4.jpg)
Rear (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship3.jpg)
Profile (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship2.jpg)
Top (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/MachinaKyrios/Third-Generation%20Renders/NeoMekanta/Darkship1.jpg)

-IC-

The new ships didn't escape the Violent Gale's notice for very long. After all, it was frequently tasked with hunting down and capturing or erasing from existance ships far smaller and built with stealth in mind. It simply regarded the trio of vessels and alerted Isos of its presence, making ready to translate the inevitable warning Isos would issue.

The message to the unidentified trio, and to the other two unidentified ships, was simple.

Feeble lesser beings! This is the Darkship Violent Gale, of the Galactic Hegemony of Neo-Mekanta. By orders of Lord Isos math Kiren, commander of this vessel, we are here peacefully, and will not oblitorate those who give him no reason to. Silence is suspicious. Suspicion shall result in your demise. Speak with us as gentlemen, foolish lesser beings, or perish.

It never occured to most Mekantans that "talk to us or we'll kill you" is bad diplomacy. Many did, however, know that thier diet is rather disturbing to many other sentient races. Those among thier allies that learn often find those alliances strained by Mekantan attempts to share thier culture, knowing quite well how distasteful it was to them.

Thus is was not through diplomatic ineptitude, but rather malice that Isos made his next move, one the Violent Gale approved of greatly. Another message was sent back to the Moralites.

Your colony being so dark, if it is not limited by technology, must be a love of the dark, or limited power, we presume? Matters for another time. If we are to begin trade negotiations, I must insist on a tradition of my people of sharing a meal before talking of an agreement. How do you wish your food and chefs delivered?
OOC: Sort of.... They were originally Roman, but they've had a few influences, and have changed quite a bit through time. Gladiatorial combat was destroyed around the time of the invention of Moralite gunpowder (800 AD). Also, you've wounded the Senates pride. You DON'T wound a moralites pride! They don't care if you insult their government, even the Senators wouldn't care about that. But as soon as you insult CM, or even Moralites as a whole, you're screwed. It might take entire centuries, but they WILL get you.

The Senate were all booing and jeering when they heard the transmission come through. "Eat with them after they've called us lesser beings? Are we to kneel to them and eat their scraps, as beaten dogs to a cruel master?"
"Quiet! We haven't any choice. This master will soon find out that a beaten dog can more vicious then they ever imagined."
We would honored to eat with you. We will light an area for the food and chefs to land at.

"This is Destoryer to Union," said a voice into the intercom. "We got pirates in our sights and we're just came out of a hyper jump,"

"Copy that, bring them down and make a report on the system you've landed in," replied the voice.

"Hybrid out," replied the pilot.

Hybrid came over the small wounded and limping pirate ship as he blasted it apart with a pair of plasma topedeo's. He swept over the weckage as it burned into star dust. Hybrid swept across the empty space as he decided to send out a transmission hoping to find some kind of life form out there.

"This is the Super-Sonic Dingo Starfighter Destoryer to any life forms out there. I'm requesting a location of which system I'm in please," said Hybrid on all frequencies.

-OOC-
Yay, long-term thorn in the Hegemony's side! And an external threat rather than internal rebellion.

And now the big moral strike Isos was planning comes into play.


-IC-
The Darkship didn't bother moving, preferring to use its long-range displacers rather than a Zircon grown on the spot to ferry the chefs, cooking utensils, and... ingrediants.

In a flash of light, a burst of heat, and a displacement of air, four chefs in power armor appeared, along with twelve robotic drones slaved to the Violent Gale. The drones, with thier long claw-tipped tentacles, weren't of much importance.

The twenty-four human and humanoid prisoners, naked and shivering, that they held were. They were a mix of human and Feran, the ferans being easily identifiable by thier animal ears.

It was then that the first horrible truth should have become apparent.

Mekantans eat people.

The Violent Gale transmitted a message to the senate, one of its own make, as Isos was too busy laughing to render his own message.

Our chefs, utensils, and ingrediants are on the surface. Please, direct them to your senate chambers so we may begin.


-OOC-

It gets worse. It gets so much worse.

"This is Destoryer to Union," said a voice into the intercom. "We got pirates in our sights and we're just came out of a hyper jump,"

"Copy that, bring them down and make a report on the system you've landed in," replied the voice.

"Hybrid out," replied the pilot.

Hybrid came over the small wounded and limping pirate ship as he blasted it apart with a pair of plasma topedeo's. He swept over the weckage as it burned into star dust. Hybrid swept across the empty space as he decided to send out a transmission hoping to find some kind of life form out there.

"This is the Super-Sonic Dingo Starfighter Destoryer to any life forms out there. I'm requesting a location of which system I'm in please," said Hybrid on all frequencies.
The senators looked about themselves nervously. Thirteen years with no contact, and suddenly four in a day?
This is high Moralite Senator Numerius, this is system....
"Oh, , we never named the system! Quickly! Someone, get a name!"
"How about Concuxcisum plagiarius"
"Thanks Mark, you've always had a head for names."
...Concuxcisum plagiarius. Please state intent and allegiance.

'Sounds like these are new people,' thought Hybrid to himself. "I'm a Lynion Mercenary loyal to the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion in the Lyn'ot System. I'm requesting that I land because I need to make repairs to my hyper-drive," finished Hybrid as he headed towards the planet.

-OOC-
Curse you, CM. You're going to make me have to get out my Latin dictionary.


-IC-

The Violent Gale took notice of the newcommer, immediately illuminating it in all manner of scans.

... And promptly deciding to simply sit and glare at it as only a massive black-hulled warship can.

-OOC-
Yay, long-term thorn in the Hegemony's side! And an external threat rather than internal rebellion.

And now the big moral strike Isos was planning comes into play.


-IC-
The Darkship didn't bother moving, preferring to use its long-range displacers rather than a Zircon grown on the spot to ferry the chefs, cooking utensils, and... ingrediants.

In a flash of light, a burst of heat, and a displacement of air, four chefs in power armor appeared, along with twelve robotic drones slaved to the Violent Gale. The drones, with thier long claw-tipped tentacles, weren't of much importance.

The twenty-four human and humanoid prisoners, naked and shivering, that they held were. They were a mix of human and Feran, the ferans being easily identifiable by thier animal ears.

It was then that the first horrible truth should have become apparent.

Mekantans eat people.

The Violent Gale transmitted a message to the senate, one of its own make, as Isos was too busy laughing to render his own message.




-OOC-

It gets worse. It gets so much worse.
OOC:Thorn? no, of course not. CM's gonna be an entire SPEAR in your side.:D

"Dammit! You see? I *told* you we should've left earlier! They already have everything down here!"
Senator Aurelius, they've beamed down the ingredients, chefs and utensils, can you see them?
"Oh...My...God..."
Senators? I-I think I see the ingrediants... And you might not like what you see....
Turning on his live cam attached to his sleeve, he began to record them. "Men... Keep your rifles up....

'Sounds like these are new people,' thought Hybrid to himself. "I'm a Lynion Mercenary loyal to the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion in the Lyn'ot System. I'm requesting that I land because I need to make repairs to my hyper-drive," finished Hybrid as he headed towards the planet.
We're afraid we have no such equipment. However, we would be more than happy to provide you a safe area to land.
-OOC-
Curse you, CM. You're going to make me have to get out my Latin dictionary.


-IC-

The Violent Gale took notice of the newcommer, immediately illuminating it in all manner of scans.

... And promptly deciding to simply sit and glare at it as only a massive black-hulled warship can.
OOC: Don't try it. I'm fusing Latin words together.:D

The starfighter started its decent on the land (OOC: I presume your on a planet and he doesn't know where he is.) as the hyper-drive was badly damaged during the last jump he made. His eyes darted around as he landed the jet safely on the ground as he opened the cockpit shield and turned back to the radio.

"I've got the equipment to repair my ship. I just require a place to land for the time being and is it possible I could met someone face to face?" replied Hybrid.

The starfighter started its decent on the land (OOC: I presume your on a planet and he doesn't know where he is.) as the hyper-drive was badly damaged during the last jump he made. His eyes darted around as he landed the jet safely on the ground as he opened the cockpit shield and turned back to the radio.

"I've got the equipment to repair my ship. I just require a place to land for the time being and is it possible I could met someone face to face?" replied Hybrid.
OOC:Yeah, we're on a planet. Beware though, this is the equivalent of summertime, and the temperature is 2 degrees Celsius, not to mention the entire planet is in near-total darkness. The whole place is mostly barren, Moralite buildings excepted, so you shouldn't have a problem finding a place to land.

We'll try. Find somewhere to land and broadcast a signal. We'll send a HAWC to meet you.

The power-armored chefs just smirked, unseen benieth thier helmets. At least the shape of thier power armor demonstrated that they were humanoid. The Hegemony suspected even some of thier allies thought they were some xenomorphic monsters covered in tentacles, mouths, and the entrails of their last meals.

They watched the Moralites carefully, one of the chefs stepping forward. "Being of not trying anything, yes?" A woman's voice came out in English, her grammar atrocious. She pointed up, jerking her head in that direction quickly. "To having much bigger of guns in above planet, nlya? 'Nlya' is meaning of understand. You are of understanding?"

She pointed at herself, then the other three chefs.

"Of firing at here..." she pointed up, nodding, "... of firing from up there..." her finger moved toward the ground as she shook her head, "... of cooking of planet and killing of everything..."

She waited a moment to see if the Moralites could follow her broken english.

"... But of not wanting to be doing. Of wanting to share culture of Mekantans with great-being and noble-being guest, nlya?" She laughed a bit, an honest, genuine laugh. "Of food to make of worth. Of eating Mekantan food, to be more Mekantan, nlya? Food is being of universal peace, yes?" She clapped her hands together, nodding. "Of where to be place of leadership?"

OOC: May i join you? This looks most interesting. I will enter it now but if you feel that it's not logical at thi spoint i shall simply delete my post. Thank you!"

IC:

Ciscilians were avid learners, they were also bordering on isolationist and xenophobic in their polocies, but if there was one thing that enabled them to ovecome these issues it was their drive for knowledge. Ciscilian exploration vessels spread out across the galaxy, far from the borders of their Empire, searching, searching for anything and everything.

At this moment in time one of the Ciscilian vessels dropped out of slip-space, opening a shining white hole in the fabric of space and time before slipping out into reality. The ship looked, appeared and indeed was an asteroid, albeit one with engine pods protuding from the back. It was oblong and cratered, antennea and communication arrays were scattered across it's surface, whilst five engine pods stuck out from the back. It wasn't a pretty sight.

The ship had barely been in-system for ten seconds when the sensors began picking up a substantial amount of comm traffic and various artificial technological items in the system. One of the Ciscilians in the comm room lept for the broadcasting tool and sent a message to everyone in system:

"Greetings! This is the Exploration 87 of the Ciscilian Inquisition. I bid welcome to you all in the search for knowledge and science!"

The ship meanwhile began processing and storing the various sensor readins it was receiving.

The power-armored chefs just smirked, unseen benieth thier helmets. At least the shape of thier power armor demonstrated that they were humanoid. The Hegemony suspected even some of thier allies thought they were some xenomorphic monsters covered in tentacles, mouths, and the entrails of their last meals.

They watched the Moralites carefully, one of the chefs stepping forward. "Being of not trying anything, yes?" A woman's voice came out in English, her grammar atrocious. She pointed up, jerking her head in that direction quickly. "To having much bigger of guns in above planet, nlya? 'Nlya' is meaning of understand. You are of understanding?"

She pointed at herself, then the other three chefs.

"Of firing at here..." she pointed up, nodding, "... of firing from up there..." her finger moved toward the ground as she shook her head, "... of cooking of planet and killing of everything..."

She waited a moment to see if the Moralites could follow her broken english.

"... But of not wanting to be doing. Of wanting to share culture of Mekantans with great-being and noble-being guest, nlya?" She laughed a bit, an honest, genuine laugh. "Of food to make of worth. Of eating Mekantan food, to be more Mekantan, nlya? Food is being of universal peace, yes?" She clapped her hands together, nodding. "Of where to be place of leadership?"
The two moralite soldiers lifted their rifles, coldly, and expressionless behind the mask, and the armor underneath. The senator backed away behind the two moralite soldiers. "I'll not be eating anything with you. I'm afraid my religion doesn't allow it." Aurelius said coldly.

Hybrid picked up a heat signature that just came out of a hyper-jump just two seconds ago. It was two big for a cruiser or a battleship.

'Doesn't matter. Could be the Union coming to find me,' thought Hybrid to himself as he set off two flares and a signal in order to be saved from God knows what.

OOC: May i join you? This looks most interesting. I will enter it now but if you feel that it's not logical at thi spoint i shall simply delete my post. Thank you!"

IC:

Ciscilians were avid learners, they were also bordering on isolationist and xenophobic in their polocies, but if there was one thing that enabled them to ovecome these issues it was their drive for knowledge. Ciscilian exploration vessels spread out across the galaxy, far from the borders of their Empire, searching, searching for anything and everything.

At this moment in time one of the Ciscilian vessels dropped out of slip-space, opening a shining white hole in the fabric of space and time before slipping out into reality. The ship looked, appeared and indeed was an asteroid, albeit one with engine pods protuding from the back. It was oblong and cratered, antennea and communication arrays were scattered across it's surface, whilst five engine pods stuck out from the back. It wasn't a pretty sight.

The ship had barely been in-system for ten seconds when the sensors began picking up a substantial amount of comm traffic and various artificial technological items in the system. One of the Ciscilians in the comm room lept for the broadcasting tool and sent a message to everyone in system:

"Greetings! This is the Exploration 87 of the Ciscilian Inquisition. I bid welcome to you all in the search for knowledge and science!"

The ship meanwhile began processing and storing the various sensor readins it was receiving.
OOC: It's fine.

"By the gods, how many others are out there?" One of the senators shouted, followed by several others. Quieting down just long enough to allow the transmission to get through, the senate began it's normal noisy arguing, a hundred voices echoing out in the senate hall.
This is high moralite senator Numerius, greetings! We welcome you here, and warn you that all ships outside of the planets in this system are NOT ours.

Hybrid picked up a heat signature that just came out of a hyper-jump just two seconds ago. It was two big for a cruiser or a battleship.

'Doesn't matter. Could be the Union coming to find me,' thought Hybrid to himself as he set off two flares and a signal in order to be saved from God knows what.

OOC: I'm assuming by that you've meant you've landed?

A large hulking mechanical monster began to emerge from the total darkness. Bipedal, and with two large multi-purpose guns at it's side, the cockpit flipped open. A man wearing a exoskeliton that covered his entire body quickly tore off a few cables from it, and climbed out. Walking over towards the ship, he shouted "This is moralite pilot Caesar! You requested to see somebody?"

Hybrid turned around with a lightsaber style sword drawn.

"Yes, I need a better place to go and repair my starfighter. Tell me is it always night time here?" asked Hybrid. "Or is it something else?"


OOC: The heat signature is the Union coming in to find Hybrid soon/

Hybrid turned around with a lightsaber style sword drawn.

"Yes, I need a better place to go and repair my starfighter. Tell me is it always night time here?" asked Hybrid. "Or is it something else?"


OOC: The heat signature is the Union coming in to find Hybrid soon/

"Night? Oh, no, this is the closest thing to day we get on this planet. There isn't really any better place to repair much of anything, leastaways not here. Maybe one of the colonies. But why would you need a better place to repair it? You've plenty of workspace, and it's not like we have any advanced tools."

"That's the problem you see," starting Hybrid. "Not only do I have enough space here but I don't have enough air space to transmit an SOS to the Battle Station that's out there somewhere," explained Hybrid as his hialf mechanise body moved forward. "You be surprise what I can do with a few tools,"

-OOC-

Remember how I said it was going to get much worse? It's much worse.

-IC-

In space, the Violent Gale took note of yet another new vessel, a very natural looking asteroid bristling with equipment.

It took thing simply, broadcasting a simple greeting to it.

Greetings, lesser beings. This is the Violent Gale of the Galactic Hegemony of Neo-Mekanta. If you seek knowlage to become less insignificant through education, we would be glad to aid you.


Down on the surface, things were much more tense.

The female chef's grin turned twisted inside her helmet. A brief telepathic burst flashed between her and the other chefs, two of which promply raised their hands as rifles flashed into being, weapons instantly levelled at the Moralites. The other went back to the slaves, taking a female human, easily no more than twenty, from the drones and dragging her into easy view of the Moralites.

"It is being of pity... To want to make friends and be of trading partners..." The female chef's voice held strong sad tones, but a careful ear could hear that it was faked.

Behind her, the female slave suddenly perked up and began screaming, earning her an electric jolt from the chef holding her. The terran woman twitched and cried as he sustained the flow, laughing, before releasing her and letting her go limp.

"To wonder how much of wanting peaceful discourse you are being..."

The girl suddenly perked up again, but refrained from screaming or struggling. She just stood there, shivering in the frigid cold, trembling with absolute terror. The chef holding her just chuckled, holding his hand at her shoulder and holding out two fingers, a bright flash engulfing them and creating a blade.

"Of sharing a meal to be a very important diplomatic proceedure..."

The Terran woman's breathing got deeper as she began crying, silently whispering a prayer. The reason became clear as a slow trail of blood inched its way down her chest, and between her breasts. There was a single claw at the edge of her throat, the tip having pierced flesh right over her jugular vein.

"... But of more important matter... to be asking of which is more important to you... Your gods... or your people...

The Terran seemed to go limp again, the poison in the Mekantan's blade, a synthetic varient of a noble Mekantan male's natural venom, quickly taking effect and rendering the victim unable to move. It was then that the chef prepared to go to his horrible work, on the ground, in the frigid cold.

Quickly, hoarse screams began to erupt, one of the few muscles that was still somewhat under the woman's control. It was no work of a butcher, it was the work of a torturer...

The second horrifying truth came to light.

Mekantan food always suffered first.

The female chef just extended her hand to the Moralites. "... To have choice... To eat and being of stand beside us... Or to refuse..." She moved her hand, gesturing to the slaves, "... and being of standing behind us..."


-OOC-

Been a while since I've gone this deep into the Mekantans. I think I've gotten a bit rusty at the absolute evil aspect of them...

"That's the problem you see," starting Hybrid. "Not only do I have enough space here but I don't have enough air space to transmit an SOS to the Battle Station that's out there somewhere," explained Hybrid as his hialf mechanise body moved forward. "You be surprise what I can do with a few tools,"
"I think I might have a few tools in the HAWC.... I have a wrench, a pneumatic nailgun, an air pump, a welding torch, and a few spare parts. I don't think that you'll find much better of a selection without going to another planet of ours, repairs here are as simple as possible."
-OOC-

Remember how I said it was going to get much worse? It's much worse.

-IC-

In space, the Violent Gale took note of yet another new vessel, a very natural looking asteroid bristling with equipment.

It took thing simply, broadcasting a simple greeting to it.




Down on the surface, things were much more tense.

The female chef's grin turned twisted inside her helmet. A brief telepathic burst flashed between her and the other chefs, two of which promply raised their hands as rifles flashed into being, weapons instantly levelled at the Moralites. The other went back to the slaves, taking a female human, easily no more than twenty, from the drones and dragging her into easy view of the Moralites.

"It is being of pity... To want to make friends and be of trading partners..." The female chef's voice held strong sad tones, but a careful ear could hear that it was faked.

Behind her, the female slave suddenly perked up and began screaming, earning her an electric jolt from the chef holding her. The terran woman twitched and cried as he sustained the flow, laughing, before releasing her and letting her go limp.

"To wonder how much of wanting peaceful discourse you are being..."

The girl suddenly perked up again, but refrained from screaming or struggling. She just stood there, shivering in the frigid cold, trembling with absolute terror. The chef holding her just chuckled, holding his hand at her shoulder and holding out two fingers, a bright flash engulfing them and creating a blade.

"Of sharing a meal to be a very important diplomatic proceedure..."

The Terran woman's breathing got deeper as she began crying, silently whispering a prayer. The reason became clear as a slow trail of blood inched its way down her chest, and between her breasts. There was a single claw at the edge of her throat, the tip having pierced flesh right over her jugular vein.

"... But of more important matter... to be asking of which is more important to you... Your gods... or your people...

The Terran seemed to go limp again, the poison in the Mekantan's blade, a synthetic varient of a noble Mekantan male's natural venom, quickly taking effect and rendering the victim unable to move. It was then that the chef prepared to go to his horrible work, on the ground, in the frigid cold.

Quickly, hoarse screams began to erupt, one of the few muscles that was still somewhat under the woman's control. It was no work of a butcher, it was the work of a torturer...

The second horrifying truth came to light.

Mekantan food always suffered first.

The female chef just extended her hand to the Moralites. "... To have choice... To eat and being of stand beside us... Or to refuse..." She moved her hand, gesturing to the slaves, "... and being of standing behind us..."


-OOC-

Been a while since I've gone this deep into the Mekantans. I think I've gotten a bit rusty at the absolute evil aspect of them...
"You don't seem to understand us. It's never capture, always death." At the keyword both moralite soldiers quickly opened fire, but not on the Mekantans, but on the human prisoners. A quick whisper came from Senator Aurelius "May the Lord keep you, and give your souls rest."

Kathan nor' adar, or just Kathan for short recevied the Neo-Makanta's message first due to distance issues:

"Greetings, lesser beings. This is the Violent Gale of the Galactic Hegemony of Neo-Mekanta. If you seek knowlage to become less insignificant through education, we would be glad to aid you."

Kathan raised an eyebrow, he was abou to reply when he received the Moralite's message:

"This is high moralite senator Numerius, greetings! We welcome you here, and warn you that all ships outside of the planets in this system are NOT ours"

Thats obvious he thought to himself, a few othe rmembers in the comms room burst out laughing at the strangeness of it all. Kathan activated the speakers through the ship so everyone could hear,

To the Moralites he broadcasted a reply:

"Thank you for the warning. It is ineed nice and pleasent to see non-aggressive races, your civilisation sems to inhabit wuite an interesting spacial location. In the pursuit of learning we would like to know if we could perhaps meet your people and exchange knowledge and maybe implement a form of friendly association?"

To the Neo-Makanta he sent a return message, utilising standard Ciscilian wit:

"Thank you oh mighty stellar beings from beyond the stars, i, the mighty sarcastic Kathan, does indeed hope that we can exchange knowledge and commence hurling various comments at each other whilst we engage in the thrilling process of knowledge gathering."

He switched off the comm, and the complex shook with the laughter. Kathan shook his head grinning, dam communication protocals...

The bullets were true on thier mark, thier velocity and mass well within that needed to kill a human or Feran.

But not enough to get through the barriers that the drones threw up as the Moralites pulled the triggers. Only the female slave was struck, a blessed release from the pain following a bullet that buried itself in her skull.

The chefs just laughed, not minding the bullets that ricocheted back against their armor or the death of thier ingrediant. The female chef took a step forward, shaking her head. "To have wanted something with four legs, then?" She cocked her head, looking in the direction of the senate building. "... To not bother of asking to have giving second chance to lessers..."

She took a few steps back as the drones released the prisoners, who quickly scattered.

"To be yours. To do with as liking." She looked to the two chefs with guns, nodding. "Thassa'tih." ("Fire.")

The Mekantan soldiers, thier training as chefs taking a back seat to thier martial lives, wasted no time in filling the air between them and the Moralite soldiers with high energy packets.

-OOC-

The senator isn't being targetted. I could defuse the situation and stop any potential invasions really quick, but it'd involve bringing in a bigger (but much MUCH more diplomatic) rival Neo-Mekantan force.

Kathan nor' adar, or just Kathan for short recevied the Neo-Makanta's message first due to distance issues:

"Greetings, lesser beings. This is the Violent Gale of the Galactic Hegemony of Neo-Mekanta. If you seek knowlage to become less insignificant through education, we would be glad to aid you."

Kathan raised an eyebrow, he was abou to reply when he received the Moralite's message:

"This is high moralite senator Numerius, greetings! We welcome you here, and warn you that all ships outside of the planets in this system are NOT ours"

Thats obvious he thought to himself, a few othe rmembers in the comms room burst out laughing at the strangeness of it all. Kathan activated the speakers through the ship so everyone could hear,

To the Moralites he broadcasted a reply:

"Thank you for the warning. It is ineed nice and pleasent to see non-aggressive races, your civilisation sems to inhabit wuite an interesting spacial location. In the pursuit of learning we would like to know if we could perhaps meet your people and exchange knowledge and maybe implement a form of friendly association?"

To the Neo-Makanta he sent a return message, utilising standard Ciscilian wit:

"Thank you oh mighty stellar beings from beyond the stars, i, the mighty sarcastic Kathan, does indeed hope that we can exchange knowledge and commence hurling various comments at each other whilst we engage in the thrilling process of knowledge gathering."

He switched off the comm, and the complex shook with the laughter. Kathan shook his head grinning, dam communication protocals...
Of course. We are currently having some difficulty, and will tell you when this is cleared up so that you may land.

The bullets were true on thier mark, thier velocity and mass well within that needed to kill a human or Feran.

But not enough to get through the barriers that the drones threw up as the Moralites pulled the triggers. Only the female slave was struck, a blessed release from the pain following a bullet that buried itself in her skull.

The chefs just laughed, not minding the bullets that ricocheted back against their armor or the death of thier ingrediant. The female chef took a step forward, shaking her head. "To have wanted something with four legs, then?" She cocked her head, looking in the direction of the senate building. "... To not bother of asking to have giving second chance to lessers..."

She took a few steps back as the drones released the prisoners, who quickly scattered.

"To be yours. To do with as liking." She looked to the two chefs with guns, nodding. "Thassa'tih." ("Fire.")

The Mekantan soldiers, thier training as chefs taking a back seat to thier martial lives, wasted no time in filling the air between them and the Moralite soldiers with high energy packets.
The energy quickly burned through the moralites light shielding, and burning through both the yellow rainjacket and the heavy armor underneath, sending them to the ground. Senator Aurelius had known by the very tone what the command was, and had hid behind a rock. Reloading his primitive (By their standards) pistol, he let out several short bursts from behind the rock as a distraction.
Mekantan ARE hostile, immediate evacuation of the senate, or heavy defenses must be IMMEDIATELY implemented!

Kathan received the Moralite message:

"Of course. We are currently having some difficulty, and will tell you when this is cleared up so that you may land."

And sent a reply:

"We will patiently wait then, unless of course we can aid you in some fashion?"

The exploration vessel moved towards the planet, and towards the various ships scattered around the area, it continued taking readings, awaiting any more transmissions.

OOC: You know...I asked not to be left behind?

(OOC: Hay, i just jumped in and i've only got half a handle on this. Just go with it lol)

OOC: You know...I asked not to be left behind?

OOCHey, there wasn't TOOO much that happened until a few minutes ago! You aren't that far behind.:D

-OOC-

Defuser in a can, incomming in my next post. Granted, it's still Mekantan, but it doesn't think like a Mekantan.

OOC: You know...I asked not to be left behind?

Umm... Fractal time? We didn't leave you behind... we... uh...

Hey, the thread in a nutshell!

GUYZ SHOW UP. MEKANTANZ R DICKS. IC DICK WAVING ARGUEMENTS. MEKANTANZ R DICKS. THREATS! MEKANTANZ R DICKS. SO ARE OTHER GUYZ. MORALITEZ R PUSSIES. MEKANTANZ R PISSED... AND DICKS.

-OOC-

Defuser in a can, incomming in my next post. Granted, it's still Mekantan, but it doesn't think like a Mekantan.



Umm... Fractal time? We didn't leave you behind... we... uh...

Hey, the thread in a nutshell!

GUYZ SHOW UP. MEKANTANZ R DICKS. IC DICK WAVING ARGUEMENTS. MEKANTANZ R DICKS. THREATS! MEKANTANZ R DICKS. SO ARE OTHER GUYZ. MORALITEZ R PUSSIES. MEKANTANZ R PISSED... AND DICKS.

OOC: And now that you've insulted us again, Moralites are pissed.:D

The Greywatch ship didn't move as the warning shot passed it. The captain turned to his tactical officer, "Prepare a PSR sheet in front of us please. Set it on auto-activation. If they fire again we'll return it back to 'em." The tactical officer nodded and began working. The another transmssion was put through,

<You people must be tactical retards or something.... obviously you would fire on someone before knowing what they can do in return. Amazing your race has even survived this long. Oh well, that could always change very easily you xenophobic wastes.>

The tactical officer nodded, "It's up sir. If a weapon gets near us the rift will open in far less than a second."

On the ground, the diplomat and the guard followed the Senator inside the structure.

The larger Greywatch ship began performing scans as the new forces arrived. One of which was familiar, "Sir!" Said the tactical officer, "Look at those ships. (USU's ship) We've seen them before, they're in the databanks. Apparently we're having diplomatic talks with that race."

OOC: CM, I woke up today to see three pages since I last posted. That's quite a lot of catching up to do.

IC:

The Telrosians had been happy to discover this civilization and all its opportunities. A new contact with a nation known as Greywatch, a new civilization to help grow and get plenty of trade with. It was the perfect situation in the eyes of the Telrosians and the Ship A.I. Gaia. However, reality soon kicked down the door of their happiness and said "What's up, biatch?" when the Mekantans arrived. Gaia had glanced at the data coming in about an FTL ripple and then she had frozen, much as had the bridge crew, at the sight of a Mekantan Darkship.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. She sent a desperate message to the Captain, whom had started to follow Sextus when she paused in midstep, her face full of horror as the datavise hit her nanonics with the force of a slap to the face. The Mekantans were here....No, anyone but them. She took a deep breath and let it out. She sent a message back to Gaia, telling her to make a careful and polite message to the Mekantans, as well as beaming a warning to all ships and civilizations in sight. She didn't care if it was secure, in fact, don't have it secure. It' please the Mekantans, whom could wipe out every ship here and then raze the entire system with their Darkship. Gaia nodded and began to get working.

The Captain turned to Sextus and continued to walk after him. As she did so, she watched as Gaia sent out the messages.

To Mekantan Darkship Violent Gale. Greeting from the Telrosian Federation, and the frigate TFS Horizon. I am Gaia. Should you require anything from us, I will do my best to see if I can get it.

"To all ships and spacefaring nations in the area. Do NOT attempt to attack, anger, or fuck with the Mekantans. I REPEAT, DO NOT attempt to attack, anger or fuck with the Mekantans. The Darkship they have here is legendary in the ESUS as much as full scale plagues are legendary. Do not mess with them, and you'll be okay. We may sound like cowards, but trust me we've seen what their ships can do."

The A.I. sat back and did a diagnostic check, her version of a nervous sigh. She watched as the Captain walked with Sextus, and she monitored the various messages sent back and forth, as well as the arrival of three more spacefaring ships from different nations. She sent the same message about the Mekantans to them, but watched as the Greywatch and the Kewen insult the Mekantans. Her mind froze for a second when the Darkship fired but it was merely a warning shot. They really needed to not mess with a ship that massed like the Darkship, not to mention the Hegemony could easily crush the Federation with its fleet, not to mention anyone here.

Trouble came when she intercepted the exchange about Mekantans eating with them. She frantically called the Captain on the affinity channel.

Captain!"

Yes, what is it Gaia?

The Moralites have accepted a dinner offer with the Mekantans!

She could sense the captains horror and fright. "Oh sweet mother of mary....Alright, prepare the ship for evacuation, in case the Mekantans decide to bombard the planet. I will go attempt to head off the damage."

The Captain turned to Sextus. "I am sorry, Senator, but a situation with the Mekantans has come up on your planet and I have to go defuse it." She ran back into the shuttle, with the two HYDRA soldiers following her, and powered it up. As she was lifting off, she could hear see the sensors registering weapons fire over where the Mekantans had landed. "Fuck!" She turned the engines on as high as they would go and blasted towards the site. As the soldiers of the Moralites died and the Senator returned fire, a loud screeching would be heard. The shuttle screamed in, with controlling jets firing off like machine guns and managed to land between them. The ramp came down and the two HYDRA soldiers ran over to the Senator forming a shield in front of him.

The Captain jumped out and looked at the Mekantans. "Alright. Captain Jessica Smith of the Federation frigate Horizon. What the fuck is going on here?"

(OOC: Do you want me to do anything with that Greywatch? Relating to the talks we are ahving somewhere else in the galaxy my poepl here aren't in a position to know. I've got hive minded Klikiss on board but the odds that they belong to the same hive as the one on Palleons ship is non-existant.

P.S. The ship here looks nothing like the military vessles i've used. Not that it matters, you're a cleve race :P you can always pick up the info other ways. Speech ect blah blah.)

Around the Senatorial hall, several large machines of war prowled around, bipedal, like the one that came to help hybrid. Hundreds of men patroled the halls as they went in. When Gaius opened the twin doors, a sight that would be almost certainly surprising for the Greywatch diplomat to see. The whole senate was fighting. Not bandying words, but rather in an all out fistfight. Gaius sighed and turned to the Greywatch men. "I'm sorry you had to see this, it is rather embarrassing. I would like to apologize on the behalf of the rest of the Senate. Things like this happen." At that, Gaius turned and sat down, secretly disappointed that he knew not what the senate was fighting about, and therefore could not take sides.

An encrypted message was sent to the Telros ship:

<Fill us in please. We've dealt with races like that one before, any info you have would be useful in case a fight does break out. Heavens forbid. We have other ships on standby, they're ready to help if anyone needs it. However, any tactical info would be nice.>

OOC: CM, I woke up today to see three pages since I last posted. That's quite a lot of catching up to do.

IC:

The Telrosians had been happy to discover this civilization and all its opportunities. A new contact with a nation known as Greywatch, a new civilization to help grow and get plenty of trade with. It was the perfect situation in the eyes of the Telrosians and the Ship A.I. Gaia. However, reality soon kicked down the door of their happiness and said "What's up, biatch?" when the Mekantans arrived. Gaia had glanced at the data coming in about an FTL ripple and then she had frozen, much as had the bridge crew, at the sight of a Mekantan Darkship.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. She sent a desperate message to the Captain, whom had started to follow Sextus when she paused in midstep, her face full of horror as the datavise hit her nanonics with the force of a slap to the face. The Mekantans were here....No, anyone but them. She took a deep breath and let it out. She sent a message back to Gaia, telling her to make a careful and polite message to the Mekantans, as well as beaming a warning to all ships and civilizations in sight. She didn't care if it was secure, in fact, don't have it secure. It' please the Mekantans, whom could wipe out every ship here and then raze the entire system with their Darkship. Gaia nodded and began to get working.

The Captain turned to Sextus and continued to walk after him. As she did so, she watched as Gaia sent out the messages.





The A.I. sat back and did a diagnostic check, her version of a nervous sigh. She watched as the Captain walked with Sextus, and she monitored the various messages sent back and forth, as well as the arrival of three more spacefaring ships from different nations. She sent the same message about the Mekantans to them, but watched as the Greywatch and the Kewen insult the Mekantans. Her mind froze for a second when the Darkship fired but it was merely a warning shot. They really needed to not mess with a ship that massed like the Darkship, not to mention the Hegemony could easily crush the Federation with its fleet, not to mention anyone here.

Trouble came when she intercepted the exchange about Mekantans eating with them. She frantically called the Captain on the affinity channel.

Captain!"

Yes, what is it Gaia?

The Moralites have accepted a dinner offer with the Mekantans!

She could sense the captains horror and fright. "Oh sweet mother of mary....Alright, prepare the ship for evacuation, in case the Mekantans decide to bombard the planet. I will go attempt to head off the damage."

The Captain turned to Sextus. "I am sorry, Senator, but a situation with the Mekantans has come up on your planet and I have to go defuse it." She ran back into the shuttle, with the two HYDRA soldiers following her, and powered it up. As she was lifting off, she could hear see the sensors registering weapons fire over where the Mekantans had landed. "Fuck!" She turned the engines on as high as they would go and blasted towards the site. As the soldiers of the Moralites died and the Senator returned fire, a loud screeching would be heard. The shuttle screamed in, with controlling jets firing off like machine guns and managed to land between them. The ramp came down and the two HYDRA soldiers ran over to the Senator forming a shield in front of him.

The Captain jumped out and looked at the Mekantans. "Alright. Captain Jessica Smith of the Federation frigate Horizon. What the fuck is going on here?"

In the hubub, Senator Aurelius slipped away into the darkness. One of the downed moralite soldiers begn to move, despite the huge burns on his skin and armor...

(OOC: Do you want me to do anything with that Greywatch? Relating to the talks we are ahving somewhere else in the galaxy my poepl here aren't in a position to know. I've got hive minded Klikiss on board but the odds that they belong to the same hive as the one on Palleons ship is non-existant.

P.S. The ship here looks nothing like the military vessles i've used. Not that it matters, you're a cleve race :P you can always pick up the info other ways. Speech ect blah blah.)

OOC: That's fine, I have FTL comms remember? If need be my ship can just send you a report about what's happening at the conference. At the moment they're just glad to see someone they recognize and trust.

Around the Senatorial hall, several large machines of war prowled around, bipedal, like the one that came to help hybrid. Hundreds of men patroled the halls as they went in. When Gaius opened the twin doors, a sight that would be almost certainly surprising for the Greywatch diplomat to see. The whole senate was fighting. Not bandying words, but rather in an all out fistfight. Gaius sighed and turned to the Greywatch men. "I'm sorry you had to see this, it is rather embarrassing. I would like to apologize on the behalf of the rest of the Senate. Things like this happen." At that, Gaius turned and sat down, secretly disappointed that he knew not what the senate was fighting about, and therefore could not take sides.

The diplomat smiled behind his helmat, "No, it's fine. I understand this happens at times... I've actually seen worse."

Kathan picked up the Telrosians message,

"To all ships and spacefaring nations in the area. Do NOT attempt to attack, anger, or fuck with the Mekantans. I REPEAT, DO NOT attempt to attack, anger or fuck with the Mekantans. The Darkship they have here is legendary in the ESUS as much as full scale plagues are legendary. Do not mess with them, and you'll be okay. We may sound like cowards, but trust me we've seen what their ships can do."

The laughter in the vessel died down, an Alien Documentist named Garin went and stood next to Kathan,

"You think we've found a hostile race?"

Kathan nodded slowly,

"I... think it's safe to say we have... errrr.... protocol Garin?" Garin nodded vigorously,

"Clarify."

Kathan broadcasted a message to the Telrosians,

"This is the Exploration Vessel of the Ciscilian Empire. Following standard protocol we are required to investigate the nature of this Mekantan race. Are they hostile to races in general? Prepared to initiate hostilities without a single thought? This informaiton would be useful."

He then broadcasted a seperate message to the Mekanta,

"We wish to inquire as to your intentions in this system, more specifically are you hostile? Thank you."

The air was tense as they awaited a response.

OOC: That's fine, I have FTL comms remember? If need be my ship can just send you a report about what's happening at the conference. At the moment they're just glad to see someone they recognize and trust.



The diplomat smiled behind his helmat, "No, it's fine. I understand this happens at times... I've actually seen worse."

The Senate slowly began to calm down, a few senators at a time returning to their seats before noticing the Greywatch diplomat and greeting him. In only a few minutes, the only two senators left fighting were pulled apart forcibly to prevent any serious harm. "Hail diplomat from afar. You are the Greywatch Emissary, no?"

The Greywatch ship messaged the USU ship.

<Well, it's a suprise to see your race in this neck of the woods... What brings you to this system, friend?>

The Senate slowly began to calm down, a few senators at a time returning to their seats before noticing the Greywatch diplomat and greeting him. In only a few minutes, the only two senators left fighting were pulled apart forcibly to prevent any serious harm. "Hail diplomat from afar. You are the Greywatch Emissary, no?"

"That I would be." Said a voice from the armor, he pressed an button on the gauntlet and the armor deactivated. It dematerialized into a small bracelet on his left wrist. The diplomat was wearing a white suit, he had tanned skin, and red hair. His green eyes looked about the room, "So then, shall we procede with business? Greywatch is pleased to have made contact with a new race."

Kathan's computer beeped as it picked up a new message, he played it over the speakers,

"Well, it's a suprise to see your race in this neck of the woods... What brings you to this system, friend?"

Kathan and Garin shared a look, as did the rest of the ships occupants,

"Do we know them?"
"I don't think so, compare the ship details to the database."
A technician ran a few diagnostics,
"Nothing."
"How about a Klikiss?" he suggessted as a long shot, he turned towards one of the Klikiss worker-drones that had come with them, 4 foot high with a glistening black carpace it was split into three sections, it's sheild like head with seven red eyes, it's immensly large elongated baody section around 5 foot long and it's dome like base which had six stumpy legs. It lumbered towards one of the display and focused on the image, it used sign language to simply say No

"Dam... Fine, we'll ask them."

Message to unidentified (Greywatch) vessel,

"Greetings, i'm afraid we cannot match your craft to any of our database descriptions, if you would perhaps like to inform us of yourself... it wold be much appreciated."

"That I would be." Said a voice from the armor, he pressed an button on the gauntlet and the armor deactivated. It dematerialized into a small bracelet on his left wrist. The diplomat was wearing a white suit, he had tanned skin, and red hair. His green eyes looked about the room, "So then, shall we procede with business? Greywatch is pleased to have made contact with a new race."

"And we are pleased to find that we are not the only ones out here." Around this time, Senator Aurelius came in. "Sorry I'm late. There were some... Difficulties."

<Really? That is indeed odd... Please wait a moment.>

The captain looked back at her officers, "What do you make of that?" The officer shook their heads, the comms officer looked to a woman who was busy on their console. "What can you find?" He said, she looked up. "They might not have a system off FTL comms... or they might not be following our protocols... I'm not sure." The captain shook his head, "Just get me somethig to show them." The female officer nodded, "Here sir." A transmission was sent back. It displayed the planet which the talks were being held at and the ships hanging in orbit.

<As you can see from these images, we're come accross your kind before. We are currently in a meeting with one of your own and a creature that I believe was labled as a 'Day-leck,' as well as two other races... there was aparently an attack on that world... we don't have too many of the details, sorry.>

"And we are pleased to find that we are not the only ones out here." Around this time, Senator Aurelius came in. "Sorry I'm late. There were some... Difficulties."

"I remember when Greywatch first found other races... though, our experience was a little different. But, getting down to business, I would love to know more about your kind. And on behalf of the Greywatch council, I would like to extend the possibility of future trade and diplomatic agreements." The diplomat smiled. The guard said nothing but instead simply stood behind the diplomat eyeing everyone in the room.

Kathan received the images and messages,

"By Ciscillia look at that" he stared at the Ciscilian Battle Group stationed above the planet, the sleek silvery shapes were instantly recognizable, "and they even mentioned the Daleks, wrong pronounciation to be sure but they most diffinantly said Dalek."

Garin nodded,

"Well, if we are engaged in talks with them it must be good."
"Obviously, or else the planet would be glowing red hot right now instead of covered in grass." Garin chuckled,

"That is true. Send them a message then."

Kathan broadcasted to the Greywatch ship,

"Those are most definatly war ships of the Ciscilian Empire. And there is indeed a member of our Empire known as Daleks, we have one on board along with others, What informaiton do you have on the meeting? But that besides, do you know what is going on on that planet?"

The messages from the Greywatch and the USU ships filled Gaia with sadness. She hated to do this, but if they wanted to know about the Mekantans, she would tell them. She preferred the Federation be one of the few whom understood the extent of their power, but they had asked. Sighing, she opened up channels to both of them.

Greywatch:

No, you have not dealt with ones such as the Mekantans. To tell you everything that they are is not possible, it would take approximately two months, non-stop, to tell you everything so you would fully understand. But we will give you the best summary we can. You want to know what tactical info we have on the Darkship class in case a fight breaks out. Well here it is.

The Darkship is an incredible piece of Mekantan engineering. It was designed the same way our Battleships are designed, to be able to fight entire fleets of starships and/or Kanuckistani battleplates, which I will also say do not fuck with the Kanuckistani. Their battleplates are gods amongst men in ship classes.

Anyways, their weapons systems are so powerful they can easily destroy an entire star system. Within minutes. It is able to negate gravity about it, making gravity based weaponry useless, and it is nearly indestructible since it was made to take on powerful or large amounts of ships and even deal with planet destroyer weaponry. We've seen it take multiple planet destroying-class weapons and not die. It has an interdiction field with blocks most FTL and collapses wormholes and other spatial rifts, they can bruteforce through FTLi if they are already in the field, and have strong psychokinesis that are on par with weapons systems. Also, I doubt she is on this Darkship, so we are lucky, but their goddess/super weapon Minagoroshi is also on Darkships.

Minagoroshi is essentially an organic version of a nanite superweapon. She is able to consume entire systems with her massive form, the nanites, and make any kind of weapon or ship she knows about out of the matter she consumes, making her able to have more firepower and strength than a Darkship.

Essentially, in this situation, do.not.mess.with.the.Darkship. Or the Mekantans. They are very powerful and nigh unstoppable. Diplomacy is key here, not firepower.



To USU:

Yes and no. They are highly aggressive, but they do not engage without a single thought. That thought usually is "Eat Greet Meet." Focus on not angering them and you will be alright."

OOC: Technically i'm Ciscilian but if it helps with confusion then never mind)

IC:

Kathan listened to the Telros message,

"Yes and no. They are highly aggressive, but they do not engage without a single thought. That thought usually is "Eat Greet Meet." Focus on not angering them and you will be alright."

He sighed, he broadcasted a quick message back,

"I'm handign you over to anoteh roperator. Please bear with me."

He turned his chair round and switched of his communications console, at the back of the communications room was a Dalek, he gestured towards it,

"Take control"

The Dalek rolled across the room to a console and plugged itself in, it broadcsated a message to the Telros, it's computer generated screeching tones searing through the micro phone,

"I AM A DALEK! I AM INQUIRING INTO THE NATURE OF THIS MEKANTA RACE! YOU WILL CONFIRM MY QUESTION! IS THIS RACE HOSTILE TO OTHER RACES! HAS IT INITIATED WARS AGAINST OTHER SPECIES IN UNFAIR CIRCUMSTANCES? IS IT AGGRESSIVLY INCLINED? ANSWER AND CONFIRM! I AWAIT YOU RRESPONSE!"

The captain listened to the Telrosian (did I get that right?) explanation and smiled, "So if we wanted a chance we'd need Worldslayers.... Well then, let's not press our luck too much." An encrypted message was sent back:

<Hmm, interesting. So they hide behind those ships and expect no damage to come to them? Very interesting. We will deal with that matter if the time comes. I would love to see another egotistical race slam itself into the ground due to stupidity. But we'll heed your warnings for the moment.>

Then a message was sent to the Ciscilian ship.

<Here's what we know, in a nutshell. The race that habits this planet was attacked by some other race, your boys came in, identified both as hostile and began taking on both sides. Then another race came in to break up the fight, they identified who was attacking and who was defending... The defenders won and the attacker retreated to their world. Now, there is a meeting going on about what should be done next. Sorry if that's messy but like I said, in a nutshell.>

The Greywatch message boomed through the speakers,

"Here's what we know, in a nutshell. The race that habits this planet was attacked by some other race, your boys came in, identified both as hostile and began taking on both sides. Then another race came in to break up the fight, they identified who was attacking and who was defending... The defenders won and the attacker retreated to their world. Now, there is a meeting going on about what should be done next. Sorry if that's messy but like I said, in a nutshell"

Kathan spun round and switched on his comm relay, this was his department again,

"Your explanation sounds remarkably fitting, although i fail to see how negotiations are taking place [silence] if our forces identified both as hostile then why are they not extragalactic dust right about now? Aside from that, thank you. What do you know of this Mekanta race? One of our races known as the Daleks has assumed protocal and is trying to extract informaiton from the Telrosian, but it would be nice to have multiple points of view."

A small ship took off from Noctivdivu, heading straight for the closest star...

"Christ, they must be insane!" Lucius paced back and forth on the ship. "But which one of us is crazier? The senator who ordered the mission, or the ones who volunteered?" Gaiun leaned back in his chair. "Death is a natural part of life, and what is two deaths for the lives of many?" Lucius shook his head. "I know, I know. My life for the Island." Lucius pushed the ship as close to the star as it would allow. "They really think they've got us beat, don't they? The huge ship, the insults, everything. They'll soon see just how primitive we are..." Lucius tapped a few buttons and waited for the 'signal deployed' light to come on. "Back at the homeplanet, I don't think we'd ever be able to find a metal like this." Gaiun shifted nervously. "I'm still convinced it'll work." He said nervously. He knew that if this failed, CM was at the mercy of those "Mekantans" "The signal is still coming out. Try to get it to the center." Gaiun snapped "I'm trying, alright?" The beacon drifted towards the center of the star, and suddenly stopped. "We got it." Sighing, Lucius wiped a handkerchief over his forehead. "We don't have time to just wait here! We don't know how long the beacon will hold up in there."
"Right-o" The ship rapidly headed towards the Mekantan ship, unarmed and broadcasting a surrender signal...

Gaia winced and replied back with a stern and firm voice to the Ciscillian Dalek. "If you do not cease screaming into the microphone, I will shut off the channel and not speak to you. Are we clear on this? To answer your questions, yes, yes, and yes. And they will crush you if you mess with them, so again, do not anger. Please, I'd rather not have the thought of your deaths on my mind, thank you."

The Greywatch vessel promptly sent an encrypted message back to the Ciscilians:

<Hell if I know, perhaps the fact that your protocol could have landed your ship in a three-on-one frenzy? However, I do believe from some of the information recieved that one of our Drones had an arguement about this protocol. We don't have the recording yet but when we get we'll be sure to send it to you. As to this other race here... we don't know much about them other than that the Telrosians are scared of them and then some. Apparently the Mekanta ships have resistance tomultiple kinds of weapons... this is a first contact so we don't know much else than that. Oh, they also have some goddess/bio-weapon which is apparently able to consume star-systems or something along those lines.>

The Ciscilian Exploraiton Asteroid registered the small ships departure from the planet, they registered the signal,

"What do you suppose that is?" Kathan asked, Garin shrugged. The Klikiss which had been watching the affair from one of the windows however buzzed to get their attention, it gestured frantically. It took a moment for Kathan to decipher it,

He cursed, so did everone else,

"If that's what the Klikiss thinks it is..." Garin spun round and yelled at the navigation pilot, "Figure out the axis between the beacon and that ship!!! And once you do get us safely out of the same axis points!!! The Klikiss thinks they're deploying something similar to a Klikiss torch, and if that's true well be screwed!!!"

OOC: A Klikiss Torch is where two worm holes are opened up, one pointing at the target and another close to a sun. Eseentially boiling hot sun-stuff is lobbed at the enemy. Based on what i'm seeing i'd say he's doing something similar. This is RPG is it not? :D

The Ciscilian Exploraiton Asteroid registered the small ships departure from the planet, they registered the signal,

"What do you suppose that is?" Kathan asked, Garin shrugged. The Klikiss which had been watching the affair from one of the windows however buzzed to get their attention, it gestured frantically. It took a moment for Kathan to decipher it,

He cursed, so did everone else,

"If that's what the Klikiss thinks it is..." Garin spun round and yelled at the navigation pilot, "Figure out the axis between the beacon and that ship!!! And once you do get us safely out of the same axis points!!! The Klikiss thinks they're deploying something similar to a Klikiss torch, and if that's true well be screwed!!!"

OOC: A Klikiss Torch is where two worm holes are opened up, one pointing at the target and another close to a sun. Eseentially boiling hot sun-stuff is lobbed at the enemy. Based on what i'm seeing i'd say he's doing something similar. This is RPG is it not? :D

OOC: Close, but not quite. This is a suicide mission, where one ship uses wormhole technology to throw two ships into a star. Not much of a chance of surviving that, eh?:D

Message to Telrosian:

"I AM A DALEK! THIS IS MY VOCAL SPEECH PATTERN! IF IT CAUSES YOU DISCOMFORT LOWER THE VOLUME ON YOUR SOUND RELAYING TECHNOLOGY! [Ciscilian Butts in] That is right sorry, automated voice... [Dalek returns] THANK YOU FOR THE INFORMATION! WE HAVE NO CONCERN TO BE THREATENED BY SUCH A RACE! IF THIS IS TRUE PROTOCOL MUST BE FOLLOWED! THE MEKANTA MUST BE EX-TER-MINATED!"

Greywatch:

"Protocol? So you know of how we operate then. I will ahve you know that it is flawless.. but if you've had an argument... the recording wold be most useful, our Dalek is preparing to follow protocol now... In fact, it has to do with the destruction of this Mekanta race, the protocol demands extermination apparently... dam... As for the goddess [laughter] if they must resort to imaginary people to explain what they don't understand then [more laughter] do they perhaps belive light giving gods exist inside their light bulbs? [yet more laughter] whoo... i'm sorry... so sorry [giggle] I'm sure a fleet of ours would be able to handle them."

(OOC: "Close, but not quite. This is a suicide mission, where one ship uses wormhole technology to throw two ships into a star. Not much of a chance of surviving that, eh?"

Aha!! So we can deduce thign sin RPG sometimes :D Brilliant idea :D i prefer mine though, no death, mass destruction!!!! KILL ZEM!!!!!!)

(OOC: "Close, but not quite. This is a suicide mission, where one ship uses wormhole technology to throw two ships into a star. Not much of a chance of surviving that, eh?"

Aha!! So we can deduce thign sin RPG sometimes :D Brilliant idea :D i prefer mine though, no death, mass destruction!!!! KILL ZEM!!!!!!)

OOC: Sin RPG?

OOC: Things in RPG lol ha ha. Sorry, i type to quickly lol

OOC: I think I've heard of this Kikliss torch before... WHat was it... Empire of the Seven Suns or something like that....
IC:

<Be careful, flawless is a big word when it comes down to handling situation with races known to wipe out entire systems with single ships. Now while I do like your attitude, going in with guns blazing and not knowing a single thing about your enemy... that seems foolish at the very best.>

OOC: Yep, you should know what the Klikiss look like now :D I like technology like that, take something simple and reverse engineer it to do something unexpected. I took the technology in the book and adapted it to something slightly different.

IC:

To Greywatch vessel:

"It is a close to perfect as i would think. This is an exploration vessel, we're not equipped for a battle, we have defensive equiptment but that's about it. Protocol dictates that we would only attack when we deem to have sufficient force to accomplish it. Evidently we do not have so now. So we are not entirely foolish, although i do see your point [lengthy silence with some yelling in the background] Errr.... this may sound a bit odd, but we have reason to believe that something highly dangerous is going to occour in the vicinity of... errr.... i'll just send you the co-ordinates. Stay away from those points!!!"

<Understood and thank you. As far as your protocol goes, we're not here to judge, we only voice a different idea.>

"All critiscm, as long as it is well founded, is welcome. How else can a race ascned to greater heights if it does not allow the open criticsm on it's polocies and information to be taken into account? So by all means voice you ideas."

<I don't really have any at the moment since there's very little about your protocol I actually know. Plus, I'm sure te recording could easily cover anything I'd bring up even if I did know what the protocol was.... either way, as soon as we have the recording it will be sent.>

"Everything set Lucius?"
"Everythings up. Just pull that lever back, and we become martyrs."
"Yippee."

"I remember when Greywatch first found other races... though, our experience was a little different. But, getting down to business, I would love to know more about your kind. And on behalf of the Greywatch council, I would like to extend the possibility of future trade and diplomatic agreements." The diplomat smiled. The guard said nothing but instead simply stood behind the diplomat eyeing everyone in the room.

"Well, there's not much to say. We're Carbon-based sentient creatures with a knack for invention and a strong tendancy towards greed and empathy. You can guess what kind of trouble that causes." Senator Numerius sighed. "Perhaps it would be easier for specific questions to be asked?"

OOC: Let's wait up a bit, guys. Mekanta is going to have to catch up to all that has happened.

OOC: Let's wait up a bit, guys. Mekanta is going to have to catch up to all that has happened.

OOC: You're probably right... *Curses impatience* I'll be back in an hour to check.I haz game i want to play.:D

OOC: Meh, I can wait.

OOC: Meh, I can wait.

OOC:Ack. I say we go on with the negotiations.Mostly because I don't think he's getting on tonight.

"Well, there's not much to say. We're Carbon-based sentient creatures with a knack for invention and a strong tendancy towards greed and empathy. You can guess what kind of trouble that causes." Senator Numerius sighed. "Perhaps it would be easier for specific questions to be asked?"

The diplomat smiled, "Well for starters... how long have you had space travel capabilities, what is your form of governemt, what are your people like, what is your national animal, what do your people do to socialize, what kind of societ is this, are there any traditions we should know about, and so on..."

The diplomat smiled, "Well for starters... how long have you had space travel capabilities, what is your form of governemt, what are your people like, what is your national animal, what do your people do to socialize, what kind of societ is this, are there any traditions we should know about, and so on..."

"Perhaps 'culture' would've been closer. Sorry, I don't mean to seem nit-picky. We've had interplanetary space travel for a hundred years or so, interplanetary and galactic for only fourteen years. We operate in a representative Republic, our people are proud of their country, but not of the government." Sweeping his hand across the hall, he added "That includes us. Our national animal is the Raven, it's a human society, and our traditions are mostly Christian, although some Roman holidays still remain, albeit modified to some extent."

"Ah, I see. That is good to know. What is your military like if you don't mind me asking. We do happen to have some aggressives floating in space so it would be good to know in case a fight happens to break out. Heavens forbid."

"Ah, I see. That is good to know. What is your military like if you don't mind me asking. We do happen to have some aggressives floating in space so it would be good to know in case a fight happens to break out. Heavens forbid."

"Mostly part time militia, four registered privateer space vessels, only about fifty-thousand full time infantry. Wormers are usually our main space vessel, protected by several larger combat vessels to protect them until they can cause sufficient damage. Infantry is mostly squad based, not a whole lot vehicle-wise other than HAWCs." Senator Numerius began to prattle off numbers and specifications using old Moralite measurements, gibberish to any who had not taken a class in pre-travel Moralite Latin, or wasn't over eighty.

"I see, that is good to know. Now to pray a battle doesn't erupt. In the meantime, I'm sure you have questions for me."

ooc: damm... ppost enough withoutme? *sad*EGO WARS!
IC

If you kill gods,yes they not be gods gods arm immortal and we are close enough to immortatlity that it is our bitch,and from what we hear, you dont seem the nice type more like a.. compensating person
with a slight nod the three crusiers divereted power to their main cannons and fired at the large hulking ship, each beam was at more or less 56%, and at 100% these beams could punch a small hole through to a planets core so this would be not something to be ignored.

Shaking his head he sent a message back to the primitives after monitoring closely the gathering on the planet(dinner).

"It would be very wise, if you have any ships possible of Space travel to board them and launch on the far side of the planet,We will help evacuate you" as he sent this message a message for reinforcements was sent to the nearby 2nd Fleet, comprising of 12 Crusiers 14 Destoryers and 4 Carriers, though only the the carriers and 4 crusiers were in viable helping range.

"I see, that is good to know. Now to pray a battle doesn't erupt. In the meantime, I'm sure you have questions for me."

Numerius stopped, and nodded. "I, as a high moralite senator, speak for all of us when I assure you that we do. I cannot, however, read these fine men's minds." Turning to the rest of the Senate, he shouted to all of them "Any questions about them Senators?"
A tall fat bearded senator stood up, wearing a sweater and looking rather out of place, and shouted to the Greywatch Emissary "How many sentient species reside within your boundaries?"

"FUCK!" Screemed the captain of the larger Greywatch ship, "This is not what I needed. During a fucking diplomatic talk! Who in the hell gave the Kewen this retarded sense of what diplomatic talks are?!" The tactical officer looked up, "We still have the sheet up, if seomthing comes near us we can deflect it." Then the comms officer looked up, "Shoudl we send a message?" The captain shook his head with a grin, "Get our other ship attached to the hull prepare diplomat for extraction. If need be, we'll go into the planet's atmosphere."
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The diplomat's guard cut into the conversation, "I"ve recieved word the Kewen have fired on the aggressive ship. Things appear to be going south very fast and extraction is requested."

ooc: damm... ppost enough withoutme? *sad*EGO WARS!
IC

If you kill gods,yes they not be gods gods arm immortal and we are close enough to immortatlity that it is our bitch,and from what we hear, you dont seem the nice type more like a.. compensating person
with a slight nod the three crusiers divereted power to their main cannons and fired at the large hulking ship, each beam was at more or less 56%, and at 100% these beams could punch a small hole through to a planets core so this would be not something to be ignored.

Shaking his head he sent a message back to the primitives after monitoring closely the gathering on the planet(dinner).

"It would be very wise, if you have any ships possible of Space travel to board them and launch on the far side of the planet,We will help evacuate you" as he sent this message a message for reinforcements was sent to the nearby 2nd Fleet, comprising of 12 Crusiers 14 Destoryers and 4 Carriers, though only the the carriers and 4 crusiers were in viable helping range.

A message quickly came back "Evacuate? We aren't going to evacuate, we don't NEED to evacuate. We have the situation under control."

"FUCK!" Screemed the captain of the larger Greywatch ship, "This is not what I needed. During a fucking diplomatic talk! Who in the hell gave the Kewen this retarded sense of what diplomatic talks are?!" The tactical officer looked up, "We still have the sheet up, if seomthing comes near us we can deflect it." Then the comms officer looked up, "Shoudl we send a message?" The captain shook his head with a grin, "Get our other ship attached to the hull prepare diplomat for extraction. If need be, we'll go into the planet's atmosphere."
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The diplomat's guard cut into the conversation, "I"ve recieved word the Kewen have fired on the aggressive ship. Things appear to be going south very fast and extraction is requested."

One of the senators stood up and smiled. "As Senator general, you need not worry about the ship. It will be wormed soon enough. I have two men on the project as we speak." A few of the senators chuckled, while others sank into their seats with a sour look on their face.

Numerius stopped, and nodded. "I, as a high moralite senator, speak for all of us when I assure you that we do. I cannot, however, read these fine men's minds." Turning to the rest of the Senate, he shouted to all of them "Any questions about them Senators?"
A tall fat bearded senator stood up, wearing a sweater and looking rather out of place, and shouted to the Greywatch Emissary "How many sentient species reside within your boundaries?"

"There are four primary races that exist in Greywatch as well as two 'sub-races.'

One of the senators stood up and smiled. "As Senator general, you need not worry about the ship. It will be wormed soon enough. I have two men on the project as we speak." A few of the senators chuckled, while others sank into their seats with a sour look on their face.

The guard had a grim look on his face, "I don't like it but fine..."

"There are four primary races that exist in Greywatch as well as two 'sub-races.'



The guard had a grim look on his face, "I don't like it but fine..."

"All right. We're close enough. Pull it!" A wormhole immediately opened up, sucking in both ships with not a sound. Both of them were immediatly sent to the center of Concuxis. The smaller CM ship didn't explode, not that it would be noticeable. It instantaneously dissolved instead, ironically only a few feet away from the beacon which still held up under the combined pressure and heat...

OOC: I would like to join this RP, but I need a short summary on what has happened.

OOC: I would like to join this RP, but I need a short summary on what has happened.

OOC: A bunch of isolationists escape from Earth which is on the brink of Nuclear war. They settle a few planets in thirteen years. Men with huge spaceships come in. Some want peace, others want to tease us until we wormhole them into a star. Big ship gets wormholed into a star. K?:D

-OOC-

Sorry about the delays.

Well my previous post was eaten, and it wouldn't mesh well with recent events anyway, but meh. New post time.

CM - The Wormhole maneuver would have been negated by the Darkship's FTLi, but I can handwave that away in the interests of a good story. ^_^

Do you have MSNM or AIM? It might make discussing some stuff easier.

Mine are machinakyrios@hotmail.com and Director Machina, respectively.

And now we go into the "oh shit" stuff.


-IC-

As the Kewen ships fired, the Violent Gale couldn't help but be amused as its barriers intercepted the beam. It certaily wasn't as pathetic an attack as some the Mekantans had faced, but it wasn't anything too special.

The Darkship's attention was focused more on the Moralite vessel, which was using the most obvious "please don't destroy us we want to get close to you so we can pull something" tactics the Mekantans know. It was curiousity that stayed the Darkship's hand, both the shipmind and its master curious what the primatives could be planning.

When the Darkship's dimensional sensors detected a wormhole forming, its FTLi and spacial lock fields dropped, so strong was the monolithic warship's curiousity that it abandoned some of its defenses to see where the Moralites were going with this.

When the Darkship emerged into the star, however, curiousity turned to annoyance.


Compared to the mass, energy, and raditation of a star, the massive energy emitted from a Darkship in standby mode is virtually unnoticable. To sensors throughout the system, it would appear the Darkship was no more.

Deep within the star, Isos, the Violent Gale, and the crew of the massive warship knew better.

The question was a simple one: Emerge and destroy everyone... or destroy the star first?

ooc; im thinking for a ship to be inside a star and not die is pretty imossible.

ooc; im thinking for a ship to be inside a star and not die is pretty imossible.

-OOC-

Neo-Mekanta is a massive, highly militaristic nation, advanced and frighteningly powerful even among the superheavyweights of a massive, advanced and frighteningly powerful alliance. (ESUS)

It's a post-scarcity economy, nearing that big number three on the Kardashev scale. And all that military power? Focused into a tiny number of Darkships.

Besides, the wormhole should have been negated by Mekantan FTLi. This is better than "LOL NO, FTLi"

I didn't call you out on having a March 2008 nation with planet-killers on your basic ships. (Unless I misread that.) Show a little similar flexibility.

-OOC-

Sorry about the delays.

Well my previous post was eaten, and it wouldn't mesh well with recent events anyway, but meh. New post time.

CM - The Wormhole maneuver would have been negated by the Darkship's FTLi, but I can handwave that away in the interests of a good story. ^_^

Do you have MSNM or AIM? It might make discussing some stuff easier.

Mine are machinakyrios@hotmail.com and Director Machina, respectively.

And now we go into the "oh shit" stuff.


-IC-

As the Kewen ships fired, the Violent Gale couldn't help but be amused as its barriers intercepted the beam. It certaily wasn't as pathetic an attack as some the Mekantans had faced, but it wasn't anything too special.

The Darkship's attention was focused more on the Moralite vessel, which was using the most obvious "please don't destroy us we want to get close to you so we can pull something" tactics the Mekantans know. It was curiousity that stayed the Darkship's hand, both the shipmind and its master curious what the primatives could be planning.

When the Darkship's dimensional sensors detected a wormhole forming, its FTLi and spacial lock fields dropped, so strong was the monolithic warship's curiousity that it abandoned some of its defenses to see where the Moralites were going with this.

When the Darkship emerged into the star, however, curiousity turned to annoyance.


Compared to the mass, energy, and raditation of a star, the massive energy emitted from a Darkship in standby mode is virtually unnoticable. To sensors throughout the system, it would appear the Darkship was no more.

Deep within the star, Isos, the Violent Gale, and the crew of the massive warship knew better.

The question was a simple one: Emerge and destroy everyone... or destroy the star first?
OOC: Oh, F***
-OOC-

Neo-Mekanta is a massive, highly militaristic nation, advanced and frighteningly powerful even among the superheavyweights of a massive, advanced and frighteningly powerful alliance. (ESUS)

It's a post-scarcity economy, nearing that big number three on the Kardashev scale. And all that military power? Focused into a tiny number of Darkships.

Besides, the wormhole should have been negated by Mekantan FTLi. This is better than "LOL NO, FTLi"

I didn't call you out on having a March 2008 nation with planet-killers on your basic ships. (Unless I misread that.) Show a little similar flexibility.
OOC: I'm fine with them surviving it. I'd just prefer that you don't blow up the star.:D

ooc: lol, not planet killiers heheehe, but still a ship surviving a sun is pretty dang impossible unless like you got 2t pop and only like 5 ships :P then it is perfectly normal! >.> ish. <.<

ooc: lol, not planet killiers heheehe, but still a ship surviving a sun is pretty dang impossible unless like you got 2t pop and only like 5 ships :P then it is perfectly normal! >.> ish. <.<

OOC: Well, to be fair, that sensor survived, so the other ship could survive...

-OOC-

XD

Don't worry, the destroy the star mention is just a little narrative spin. I have something that's much more of an in-character "oh shit" planned.

I'm also planning on the Violent Gale losing this encounter and having to withdraw. My contingency plan is still possible to do that, with a little boost thanks to how Telros operates and the comment USU made about exterminating the Mekantans.

Oh, and Kewen, are you a puppet of another nation? Just curious.

Also, there are more factors than just "inside star" to consider. These things rip stars to pieces.


-IC-

The Violent Gale, like all Darkships, was designed to survive and fight in the most intense environments the Mekantans knew. Its negation of gravity, its metareinforced hull, its powerful psionics, its energy manipulation abilities... Every system that made up a Darkship was designed to make it the most deadly force in the known universe.

As the black-hulled warship sat in the center of the massive fusion reactor, surrounded by its barriers in a telekinetically generated "pocket" of empty space. There it sat, well within its environmental tolorances, the Moralite probe pulled up next to it.

It wanted the probe to transmit data about the pocket.

It wanted the Moralites to know it still lived.

It wanted them to know terror.


And there, inside Concuxis, the Darkship started siphoning off massive amounts of thermal energy from the star, preparing its counterattack...

-OOC-

XD

Don't worry, the destroy the star mention is just a little narrative spin. I have something that's much more of an in-character "oh shit" planned.

I'm also planning on the Violent Gale losing this encounter and having to withdraw. My contingency plan is still possible to do that, with a little boost thanks to how Telros operates and the comment USU made about exterminating the Mekantans.

Oh, and Kewen, are you a puppet of another nation? Just curious.

Also, there are more factors than just "inside star" to consider. These things rip stars to pieces.


-IC-

The Violent Gale, like all Darkships, was designed to survive and fight in the most intense environments the Mekantans knew. Its negation of gravity, its metareinforced hull, its powerful psionics, its energy manipulation abilities... Every system that made up a Darkship was designed to make it the most deadly force in the known universe.

As the black-hulled warship sat in the center of the massive fusion reactor, surrounded by its barriers in a telekinetically generated "pocket" of empty space. There it sat, well within its environmental tolorances, the Moralite probe pulled up next to it.

It wanted the probe to transmit data about the pocket.

It wanted the Moralites to know it still lived.

It wanted them to know terror.


And there, inside Concuxis, the Darkship started siphoning off massive amounts of thermal energy from the star, preparing its counterattack...
"Sir! We've got diluted energy readouts on Concuxis!"
"Don't worry about it. Probably just a side effect of the ship being destroyed, it'll return to normal in a few days."

"I think I might have a few tools in the HAWC.... I have a wrench, a pneumatic nailgun, an air pump, a welding torch, and a few spare parts. I don't think that you'll find much better of a selection without going to another planet of ours, repairs here are as simple as possible."



Hybrid took the simple tools and parts as he started to work on the engines again. He eventually pulled out a sonic screwdriver and started to play around with a things on the engines.

"Simple things eh?" said Hybrid. "Then why don't you tell me what happened here? If its just night time, why didn't you call for help? I can tell you a planet that doesn't have a race living on it and we're basically willing to give it to you. Hey, you can even see our homeworld as well and the massive sun," smiled Hybrid as he finished repairing the engines.

A beeping sound emerged as the Union just entered the orbit of a nearby planet. Hybrid looked at it as he turned back to the pilot and helped putting the equipment away.

"Tell me, ever wanted to see another system or planet?" asked Hybrid. "There's a moblie space station out there that'll be able to transport us to my home system. There's sun light and a thousand over things you can see,"

The Klikiss drone buzzed loudly when the wormhole suddenly burst into life, everyone scrambled to the monitors or a window to get a good look at the sun's raw power roaring out and engulfing that monstrocity of a vessel.

They were therefore rather surprised when the ship was instead sucked in.

"What on Ciscillia..." Kathan gaped,
"They set it in reverse" Garin said simply. The Dalek on th eother side of the room had finished compiling a report and dropped a slip-space relay drone, it drifted away from the ship and then tore it's way into sub-space via a miniture hole and dissapeared into the cosmos. Kethan brought up the report so he could look at it,
"They asked for a Klikiss hive ship..." he said disbelievingly,
"Why?"
"Obviously the Dalek doens't like the readings we got from that monster..."
"Yes. The monster which no longer exists."
"Ahhh..."
"Oh well, at least it will make short work of anyone else who needs dealing with."

The asteroid complex drifted closer to the planet, considering itself safe now it began taking scientific readings once more.

The captain watched as the ship disappeared into. She turned around, "Get me a Stargazer Drone, NOW! Locate the ship!" The comms officer nodded and put the request through. A message rang throughout the ship:
<Attention! Attention! Any available Stargazer Drone(s) report to the bridge now! Repeat, any available Stargazer Drones report eo the bridge now! That is all!>
The captain sighed, "Put us in battle stance. We're in a shit hole right now." Another message went through the ship.
<All military personel, man stations and prepare for combat. Repeat, all military personel to battle stations immediately!>
The ship began to come alive wiht activity and a message was put through to Greywatch Prime. Worldslayers were already on standby, as soon as the situation called for it, they would jump in. The captain looked at the holoscreen in disbelief, "Put a message through to the Kewen."
<Can I ask, what the hell was that? Having an ego is one thing but firing on another race like that only gets unneccisary losses. I pray that you are fully aware your actions may have some dire consequences...>
Just then, two Drone walked onto the bridge. They were both dressing in blue uniforms and looked to the captain. One of them spoke, "We heard the message, we decided you would only need two of us. What do you require?" The captain looked back and them and stood up, "There was a large ship there and now it's gone. Find it." The Drone nodded and closed their eyes, they focused on where the ship had once been and began getting to work...

OOC: How big is this Darkship thing?

Hybrid took the simple tools and parts as he started to work on the engines again. He eventually pulled out a sonic screwdriver and started to play around with a things on the engines.

"Simple things eh?" said Hybrid. "Then why don't you tell me what happened here? If its just night time, why didn't you call for help? I can tell you a planet that doesn't have a race living on it and we're basically willing to give it to you. Hey, you can even see our homeworld as well and the massive sun," smiled Hybrid as he finished repairing the engines.

A beeping sound emerged as the Union just entered the orbit of a nearby planet. Hybrid looked at it as he turned back to the pilot and helped putting the equipment away.

"Tell me, ever wanted to see another system or planet?" asked Hybrid. "There's a moblie space station out there that'll be able to transport us to my home system. There's sun light and a thousand over things you can see,"
Caesar shook his head. "Noctisdivu is where I belong. The darkness hudlling around me, the comforting cold. No, I don't think I'd want to leave, not for another system, nor even for one of our colonies."

An unimaginable number of light years away from the Noctisdivu system, withen one of the outer sectors of Ciscilian space, sat a vessel of epic proportions. It resembled a termite hive with engines built into it's base. This was because that was essentially what it was, a Klikiss Hive ship, a termite mound in appearence, but one which acheived the feat of being 7 km long.

Suffice to say, it was huge.

Only eight of these monstrosities had ever been built by the Klikiss, home to an entire colony devoted to the Ciscilian cause of doing whatever it was that needed to be done. It wasn't so much a battle group but an entire population. A few meters away from the Hive ship emerged the slip-space drone, it searched out it's target vessel and relayed the data stored withen, which was then processed by the vast Klikiss mind set. The Klikiss, controlled by their queen, the Breedex, moved as one, making the absurd calaculations which allowed their own form of travel to work. Using the co-ordinates sent by the probe they calibrated their instruments and checked them multiple times, eliminating any possible deviations from the norm. With those functions done, the immense generators funnelled power to a gravitational-slip-space generator deep withen the ship. The generator prised open microscopic holes in slipspace and extended gravitational fluctuations throughout it, reaching towards the fabric of the cosmos that constituted it's co-ordinates; it established a "grip" and then did what had boggled Ciscilians to no end despite how many years they devoted in an attempt to understand it.

The Hive ship swapped places with whatever it was that had been there before it.

In a single instant the immense Klikiss vessel appeared in system, there was no indication of it's appearence, it simply was. It hailed the Asteroid complex orbiting the planet and began taking in data on the situation.

An unimaginable number of light years away from the Noctisdivu system, withen one of the outer sectors of Ciscilian space, sat a vessel of epic proportions. It resembled a termite hive with engines built into it's base. This was because that was essentially what it was, a Klikiss Hive ship, a termite mound in appearence, but one which acheived the feat of being 7 km long.

Suffice to say, it was huge.

Only eight of these monstrosities had ever been built by the Klikiss, home to an entire colony devoted to the Ciscilian cause of doing whatever it was that needed to be done. It wasn't so much a battle group but an entire population. A few meters away from the Hive ship emerged the slip-space drone, it searched out it's target vessel and relayed the data stored withen, which was then processed by the vast Klikiss mind set. The Klikiss, controlled by their queen, the Breedex, moved as one, making the absurd calaculations which allowed their own form of travel to work. Using the co-ordinates sent by the probe they calibrated their instruments and checked them multiple times, eliminating any possible deviations from the norm. With those functions done, the immense generators funnelled power to a gravitational-slip-space generator deep withen the ship. The generator prised open microscopic holes in slipspace and extended gravitational fluctuations throughout it, reaching towards the fabric of the cosmos that constituted it's co-ordinates; it established a "grip" and then did what had boggled Ciscilians to no end despite how many years they devoted in an attempt to understand it.

The Hive ship swapped places with whatever it was that had been there before it.

In a single instant the immense Klikiss vessel appeared in system, there was no indication of it's appearence, it simply was. It hailed the Asteroid complex orbiting the planet and began taking in data on the situation.

OOC: I don't mean to be nitpicky, but Noctisdivu is the planet.

OOC: You've used that phrase twice now :P, Sorry lol. I couldn't find what the system was called so i jsut took th eplanets name and called it the blah blah system. Sorry :(

OOC: You've used that phrase twice now :P, Sorry lol. I couldn't find what the system was called so i jsut took th eplanets name and called it the blah blah system. Sorry :(
OOC: It's okay. The name of the system is Concuxcisum plagiarius.

OOC: I'll try to remeber that. I'll try to remeber how to spell that to if i have memory to spell ha ha

-OOC-
Assume the Darkship is around sixteen kilometers long. I can't remember how correct that is, given Darkships are usually defined simply as "big" but it sounds about right. I'll look for my notes, I misplaced them when I reorganized all my files. However, despite it's Truespace dimensions, Mekantans are masters of spacial distortion engineering, and a Darkship is actually much larger on the inside than the outside. There are a lot of twisted elements to Darkship engineering, but I'll spare you all the rambling until I finish the ESUS Wiki article on them.

Note that not all of the Mekantan in this post will be translated. I'll try to give sufficient context clues.

Also, preparing that contingency plan. Give the word when you want the conflict to end. ^_^


-IC-

-Deep within the throneworld of Ihkasutare (capital planet of the Galactic Hegemony)

A shiver raced down Tashreh math Zaril's spine as she strode through the massive chamber that gave Ihkasutare its title. It was this chamber that was the capital of Ihkasutare, of the Citadel star system, of the core sector, of the entirety of the Galactic Hegemony's holdings. From Gorugathka to Gilgamesh, from the Tsthathi space settlements to the planets of the Ferans, all territories that the Mekantans controlled answered to this chamber. The reason was simple. She was here.

"Rehnaematothraak," the female Mekantan whispered, dropping to her knees and bowing. The word she spoke wasn't the most common name for that which it referred to. Few non-Mekantans knew their language, and most who knew of Her knew She who the Mekantans called Rehnaematothraak by another name.

Minagoroshi, the Goddess All-Consuming.

Tashreh watched wordlessly as a fine black mist began rising from the floor, the true form of the Goddess All-Consuming something she was quite familiar with. As the mist began to coalesce, the avatar that billions knew as the face of Minagoroshi began to form. The process took only seconds. As Minagoroshi's cells came together, they began emulating flesh, hair, and bone. Where once there was nothing, a pale, nude female figure hung in the air, long crimson hair hanging past her feet. As the eyes of her avatar opened, the ebon mist gathered around her again, forming the robe she always wore, her eyes settling on Tashreh. "Ryah'tih," the goddess commanded, gesturing for the Mekantan woman to stand, a smile crossing her face.

Tashreh nodded, smiling back at her goddess as she rose. "ESUS'ta khii'thassa'voryash'ryah'hyeth'ta-" ("Regarding the ESUS Battlenet...")

"Nlya'za." Minagoroshi turned, a holographic screen appearing above and before her. "Doe'Telros'ze'keh'ta kaeihzi'za, nlya?" ("The Telrosians are quite useful, aren't they?") The goddess laughed, but her voice was devoid of humor.

Tashreh growled as she looked at the screen, her normally cheerful face twisted in anger as the screen replayed the exchange between the Telrosians and the Dalek.

This impudence wouldn't go unpunished...


-Concuxcisum Plagiarius

The Violent Gale rumbled deep within the star, its power signatures growing stronger and more noticable as it began preparing itself for its counterattack. Inside the obsidian hull, the shipmind's omnivoice boomed, catching the attention of all inside.

"Ryah'hosh'tih. Nae'thassa'keh'sah nae'thassa'zjeseth'ta vyeth'soh'ta thassa'myarasth'ta hosh'tih. Unza'ryah'tih. Nae'thassa'keh'sah nae'thassa'zjeseth'ta vyeth'soh'ta thassa'myarasth'ta hosh'tih. Thassa'myarasth'ta azuth'tih." ("Attention. All personnel and systems prepare for combat at once. Repeat. All personnel and systems prepare for combat at once. We are entering battle.")

Mekantan soldiers, most unaware that the ship was inside a star, dropped what they were doing as soon as the announcement was made. Meals were left half-prepared, bleeding and moaning for thier pain to end. Acts of violence between crewmembers suddenly dried up, acts of assault and rape quickly forgotten in the face of something much more interesting.

Energy crackled between the Violent Gale's spines as it began rising out of the star, its power output quickly eclipsing that of Concuxcisum's primary. As crew members reached thier posts, the Darkship breached the photosphere of the star, its interdiction field surging forth as massive amounts of power was poured into it, intent on preventing the formation of any further wormholes. It would take quite some time to spread, but the Violent Gale insisted on covering the entire system in its FTLi.

There it sat, monolithic and malignant, wreathed in the corona of the star like some great daemon from the depths of hell, basking in the infernal glow. Deep within the warship, Isos math Ixtal smilled malevolently.

"Khii'vysor'thassa'zatta'ta vaeryx'thassa'tih."

Without warning, several bolts of energy lept forth from the bow of the massive warship, their target the distant icy planet of Noctisdivu. They would miss, of course, but the goal wasn't destruction. It was terror.

The Darkship would illuminate the surface with the light of a dozen miniature suns.

Then it would destroy them and all who stood against it...

(OOC: Became redundant)

(OOC: YOu decide topost when i do lol. Hold on, let me read up on your post and figure out if mine applies. BEAR WITH ME!!!!)

OOC: I see, 16 Km, and with Doctor Who tech to boot.

-OOC-
Assume the Darkship is around sixteen kilometers long. I can't remember how correct that is, given Darkships are usually defined simply as "big" but it sounds about right. I'll look for my notes, I misplaced them when I reorganized all my files. However, despite it's Truespace dimensions, Mekantans are masters of spacial distortion engineering, and a Darkship is actually much larger on the inside than the outside. There are a lot of twisted elements to Darkship engineering, but I'll spare you all the rambling until I finish the ESUS Wiki article on them.

Note that not all of the Mekantan in this post will be translated. I'll try to give sufficient context clues.

Also, preparing that contingency plan. Give the word when you want the conflict to end. ^_^


-IC-

-Deep within the throneworld of Ihkasutare (capital planet of the Galactic Hegemony)

A shiver raced down Tashreh math Zaril's spine as she strode through the massive chamber that gave Ihkasutare its title. It was this chamber that was the capital of Ihkasutare, of the Citadel star system, of the core sector, of the entirety of the Galactic Hegemony's holdings. From Gorugathka to Gilgamesh, from the Tsthathi space settlements to the planets of the Ferans, all territories that the Mekantans controlled answered to this chamber. The reason was simple. She was here.

"Rehnaematothraak," the female Mekantan whispered, dropping to her knees and bowing. The word she spoke wasn't the most common name for that which it referred to. Few non-Mekantans knew their language, and most who knew of Her knew She who the Mekantans called Rehnaematothraak by another name.

Minagoroshi, the Goddess All-Consuming.

Tashreh watched wordlessly as a fine black mist began rising from the floor, the true form of the Goddess All-Consuming something she was quite familiar with. As the mist began to coalesce, the avatar that billions knew as the face of Minagoroshi began to form. The process took only seconds. As Minagoroshi's cells came together, they began emulating flesh, hair, and bone. Where once there was nothing, a pale, nude female figure hung in the air, long crimson hair hanging past her feet. As the eyes of her avatar opened, the ebon mist gathered around her again, forming the robe she always wore, her eyes settling on Tashreh. "Ryah'tih," the goddess commanded, gesturing for the Mekantan woman to stand, a smile crossing her face.

Tashreh nodded, smiling back at her goddess as she rose. "ESUS'ta khii'thassa'voryash'ryah'hyeth'ta-" ("Regarding the ESUS Battlenet...")

"Nlya'za." Minagoroshi turned, a holographic screen appearing above and before her. "Doe'Telros'ze'keh'ta kaeihzi'za, nlya?" ("The Telrosians are quite useful, aren't they?") The goddess laughed, but her voice was devoid of humor.

Tashreh growled as she looked at the screen, her normally cheerful face twisted in anger as the screen replayed the exchange between the Telrosians and the Dalek.

This impudence wouldn't go unpunished...


-Concuxcisum Plagiarius

The Violent Gale rumbled deep within the star, its power signatures growing stronger and more noticable as it began preparing itself for its counterattack. Inside the obsidian hull, the shipmind's omnivoice boomed, catching the attention of all inside.

"Ryah'hosh'tih. Nae'thassa'keh'sah nae'thassa'zjeseth'ta vyeth'soh'ta thassa'myarasth'ta hosh'tih. Unza'ryah'tih. Nae'thassa'keh'sah nae'thassa'zjeseth'ta vyeth'soh'ta thassa'myarasth'ta hosh'tih. Thassa'myarasth'ta azuth'tih." ("Attention. All personnel and systems prepare for combat at once. Repeat. All personnel and systems prepare for combat at once. We are entering battle.")

Mekantan soldiers, most unaware that the ship was inside a star, dropped what they were doing as soon as the announcement was made. Meals were left half-prepared, bleeding and moaning for thier pain to end. Acts of violence between crewmembers suddenly dried up, acts of assault and rape quickly forgotten in the face of something much more interesting.

Energy crackled between the Violent Gale's spines as it began rising out of the star, its power output quickly eclipsing that of Concuxcisum's primary. As crew members reached thier posts, the Darkship breached the photosphere of the star, its interdiction field surging forth as massive amounts of power was poured into it, intent on preventing the formation of any further wormholes. It would take quite some time to spread, but the Violent Gale insisted on covering the entire system in its FTLi.

There it sat, monolithic and malignant, wreathed in the corona of the star like some great daemon from the depths of hell, basking in the infernal glow. Deep within the warship, Isos math Ixtal smilled malevolently.

"Khii'vysor'thassa'zatta'ta vaeryx'thassa'tih."

Without warning, several bolts of energy lept forth from the bow of the massive warship, their target the distant icy planet of Noctisdivu. They would miss, of course, but the goal wasn't destruction. It was terror.

The Darkship would illuminate the surface with the light of a dozen miniature suns.

Then it would destroy them and all who stood against it...
The senators did not leave this unnoticed. As usual, they had already started yelling at each other. Numerius stodd up, and yelled above the crowd "QUIET!" The Senators, not used to Numerius, of all people, being so forceful, did as they were instructed. "Now, we've got a crisis on our hands. They've got a battleship impervious to heat and pressure, obviously. Now, the best thing to do at this point is to wormhole them out of there, and send out the Raven Fleet." A Senator stood up, anger in his eyes "The Raven fleet isn't even completed yet! All we have are the-" "Transports, Wormers and wyverns, I know. But do we have anything else to fight them with? I'm afraid we have to send them out. Send out the worm command to the beacon, beacon number 445." Near the center of Concuxis, the beacon began to gather the last reserves of it's energy for a final wormhole. Suddenly creating one, one that would last for mere milliseconds, but gave off a force powerful enough to pull in most ships, sucked in the beacon....

The Asteroid Complex moved towards the Klikiss Hive Ship, preparing to enter one of it's massive hanger bays. The Klikiss ship however continued to "acclimatise" itself to the system.

The Klikiss treated their vessels like delicate indivdual gears in the vast infinite clockwork machine that was the universe; and as such everything had to be mathmatically computed to the last possible decimal place. There was good reason for this, many races dissmissed the greater practialities of advanced mathimatics, prefering to stick with their propulsion pods and ridiculous weaponry. The Klikiss new better, patience had shown them the benefits of being able to manipulate the fundamentals of the universe. Anything was possible, if only you knew how probable it was or how to do it. But as the immensly complicated vessel acclimatised itself to every particle in this system it noticed something that tested that age old belief of everything being possible.

There was a slip-space "bubble" in the centre of the sun.

The Klikiss used their ships generators to delve further into the fabric of that part of the universe, they calculated the expanded version of the slip-space bubble in "real" space. The result was something "big".

The Klikiss were like the Ciscilians, curious, and curiosity often killed the Rhendic Co mammilian grasshopper. And so it was with this same burning curiosity that they extended their gravity-slip-space generators to the "thing" in the centre of the sun and an empty part of space a significant distance away from anything else, just to be safe. The generator acheived a "grip" on whatever it was in the sun and promptly carried out the failureless technique of flipping it.

(OOC: Well, curiosity killed the cat did it not? :P

Neo-Mekanta, i've left this up to you as to whether or not you want this to be possible. Essentially if it works (which it should) your ships atoms will instantaneously switch places with the atoms at your destination; the result being your ship coming out of the sun and back into space. Like teleporting only more complex. Technically it should work because this isn't FTL tech, it's more like particle physics manipulation.)

OOC: Well, I've already tried to wormhole them....

OOC: I see, 16 Km, and with Doctor Who tech to boot.

OOC: I see dead people.... *Shivers*

(OOC: Bugger it all... have to make a new post.)

(OOC: It's not wormholing them. It's complex bit it's essentially teleportin of an extremely complicated nature. If i wanted to a could remove a rubber duck shaped section from their ship and replace it with plasma from the sun. But the part of the ship i removed would end up in the sun. Essentially it's a big game of swpsies, i swap those atoms for those atoms.

P.S. Neo-Mekanta, firing at another race in front of a Ciscilian Empire battle ship isn't smart whatsoever :D :P )

(OOC: It's not wormholing them. It's complex bit it's essentially teleportin of an extremely complicated nature. If i wanted to a could remove a rubber duck shaped section from their ship and replace it with plasma from the sun. But the part of the ship i removed would end up in the sun. Essentially it's a big game of swpsies, i swap those atoms for those atoms.

P.S. Neo-Mekanta, firing at another race in front of a Ciscilian Empire battle ship isn't smart whatsoever :D :P )

No,no,no, I said I tried to wormhole them.

The Ciscilian Empire belived in many things. And one of them was that agression had to responded to with aggression, in the name of defense and peace.

Unfortunatly the Ciscilians had never realised just how twisted that logic was and their chance of reformation was currently sitting on a planet possibly half way across the galaxy.

As such, the Klikiss vessel, following Ciscilian protocol promptly labelled the Mekanta vessel aggressive and the other vessels Defesive and did something designed to essentially stop the further spreading of violence, a number of worm holes materialised in front of the lances of energy speeding towards the planet, the energy blasts exited on the other side of the system. The Klikiss registered an anomaly emminating from the Mekanta ship steadily increasing but they had yet to pin-point it. The Hive ship, still unmoving, broadcasted a message to the Mekanta vessel:

"Attention aggressive beings. Hostilities are to be ceased immediatly or further protocol will be followed, resulting in your destruction, comply or be destroyed."

The voice which read this out was female, sweet, soothing but blatantly artificial given how the words didn't flow. They awaited a reply, in whatever form it took.

The Greywatch vessles were quickly gathering all available information on the situation. A ship had just gone into the sun and not been destroyed. A word went through the minds of the people on the Greywatch ships: "FUCK."
A new message wen to the council, Worldslayers were most likely going to be needed. Not the battle coordinator ones, or the mobile-military-base-construction ones, but the actual hard up gun-to-your-face ones. The message got a response quickly, if a battle erupted, Greywatch would be there and then some.

An aide suddenly entered the Senatorial chambers and whispered into a Senators ear. "Dammit, we don't have time for that now!" He half-shouted to the aide who quickly backed away. The senator next to him whispered "What was it?"
"That terrorist again. Whatshisname.... Uh, 1718 or 1617, or some utter nonsense like that."

OOC: Craaaaaaaaaaaaap

-OOC-
Wait, wouldn't opening a wormhole in the middle of a star cause the star to go through?

Luckily, there's the FTLi field, rendering the answer to "LOL WORMHOLE?" a resounding "LOL NO." ^_^

... It's early. My sense of humor is a bit shot.

And USU, it might not be smart diplomatically, but they're Mekantans. The Galactic Hegemony's core sector is in a perpetual state of civil war due to the sheer hostility of the Mekantan race. Their response to "LOL PLZ DONT DO THAT" is "BITCH IMMA KILL YOU AND RAPE YOUR MOTHER WITH THE SEVERED HEAD OF YOUR DOG!"

They don't really care about pissing people off. Also, the teleportation wouldn't work. It's a technology called Spacial Lock, created prior to the development of the interdictors, as an answer to FTL weaponry, and since Mekantans never get rid of old tech, it'd still work.


-IC-

As the probe began building power, the Violent Gale took notice, lashing out at it with its psychokinesis, intent on crushing the impliment with the same force used to rip continents out of planets. The Klikiss, however, were slightly more annoying.

As soon as Isos heard the translated Klikiss message a growl escapped his lips.

"Myeh'ott'myeh'ta koryash'matol'kir'tih!" ("Execute point-to-point jump!") Isos roared, standing from his chair, hands behind his back.

The Violent Gale was an effiicient killer, pulsing its interdiction field and executing a rapid transpace jump, vanishing from orbit around the star and blinking back into being a good six light minutes away from the Klikiss vessel, well within attack range.

And well within operational range of the interdiction field when it resumed operation. Knowing this, the Violent Gale sent a message of its own in response to the Klikiss, humor noticable in the shipmind's omnivoice.

Your audacity is commendable. Such arrogance is nearly Mekantan in its daring. It is almost enough for an act of mercy toward your pathetic kind to be considered.

Almost.

(OOC: What's going on.... i've heard of this serial character before.... (not murders numbers lol)

The Klikiss's infinite spatial computer whirred louder to deal with the spatial distortions associated with the Mekantan's vessel shifting location's in an instant. The Klikiss acknowledged their capabilities but weren't impressed. They received their message:

"Your audacity is commendable. Such arrogance is nearly Mekantan in its daring. It is almost enough for an act of mercy toward your pathetic kind to be considered.

Almost."

The Klikiss Breedex composed her own message in response,

"Your mercy is unwanted and unnessacery, if that is your attitude then protocol shall be carried out. You will be exterminated.

This is not war, this is pest control."

(OOC: Before i go any further i need ot know, what does this interdictor thing affect? And wat does it do and how it works. Whta i'm using isn't worm hole technology, although as you've seen i can make them.

And just for the book i wasn't opening a wormhole in the sun. I was engaging in a particle swap. I replace an ampty bit of clear space with your vessel. Simple. I will be back online in about an hour)

OOC: Craaaaaaaaaaaaap
OOC: No worries, just a cameo.:D
-OOC-
Wait, wouldn't opening a wormhole in the middle of a star cause the star to go through?

Luckily, there's the FTLi field, rendering the answer to "LOL WORMHOLE?" a resounding "LOL NO." ^_^

... It's early. My sense of humor is a bit shot.

And USU, it might not be smart diplomatically, but they're Mekantans. The Galactic Hegemony's core sector is in a perpetual state of civil war due to the sheer hostility of the Mekantan race. Their response to "LOL PLZ DONT DO THAT" is "BITCH IMMA KILL YOU AND RAPE YOUR MOTHER WITH THE SEVERED HEAD OF YOUR DOG!"

They don't really care about pissing people off. Also, the teleportation wouldn't work. It's a technology called Spacial Lock, created prior to the development of the interdictors, as an answer to FTL weaponry, and since Mekantans never get rid of old tech, it'd still work.


-IC-

As the probe began building power, the Violent Gale took notice, lashing out at it with its psychokinesis, intent on crushing the impliment with the same force used to rip continents out of planets. The Klikiss, however, were slightly more annoying.

As soon as Isos heard the translated Klikiss message a growl escapped his lips.

"Myeh'ott'myeh'ta koryash'matol'kir'tih!" ("Execute point-to-point jump!") Isos roared, standing from his chair, hands behind his back.

The Violent Gale was an effiicient killer, pulsing its interdiction field and executing a rapid transpace jump, vanishing from orbit around the star and blinking back into being a good six light minutes away from the Klikiss vessel, well within attack range.

And well within operational range of the interdiction field when it resumed operation. Knowing this, the Violent Gale sent a message of its own in response to the Klikiss, humor noticable in the shipmind's omnivoice.

OOC: No worries. 1. I wanted to get the sensor out, because I have this thing where I remember where everything is, and, well, the sensor was starting to bug me. Don't ask why. 2. Controlled wormholes. How do you think we got you in there without sucking in the star?

"Sir! The wormhole didn't work, but the ship is out. Permission to engage?" The Admiral shifted nervously. "Permission to engage. Wyverns only, it obviously can cancel out our wormhole technology. One wormer for every two Wyverns. We can't risk too many losses.
"Yes sir." Eighteen large ships, only about four hundred yeards in length, began to head towards the darkship, nine smaller unarmed ships following them...

(OOC: What's going on.... i've heard of this serial character before.... (not murders numbers lol)

OOC: Just a cameo. I don't think that bringing 1314 out is exactly... Safe. For any side. By the end of the thread, each one of our leaders would be dead, and entire fleets would be gone. So, not this time.:D

The Klikiss's infinite spatial computer whirred louder to deal with the spatial distortions associated with the Mekantan's vessel shifting location's in an instant. The Klikiss acknowledged their capabilities but weren't impressed. They received their message:

"Your audacity is commendable. Such arrogance is nearly Mekantan in its daring. It is almost enough for an act of mercy toward your pathetic kind to be considered.

Almost."

The Klikiss Breedex composed her own message in response,

"Your mercy is unwanted and unnessacery, if that is your attitude then protocol shall be carried out. You will be exterminated.

This is not war, this is pest control."

(OOC: Before i go any further i need ot know, what does this interdictor thing affect? And wat does it do and how it works. Whta i'm using isn't worm hole technology, although as you've seen i can make them.

And just for the book i wasn't opening a wormhole in the sun. I was engaging in a particle swap. I replace an ampty bit of clear space with your vessel. Simple. I will be back online in about an hour)
OOC: I was doing the Wormhole.

OOC: Just a cameo. I don't think that bringing 1314 out is exactly... Safe. For any side. By the end of the thread, each one of our leaders would be dead, and entire fleets would be gone. So, not this time.:D

OOC: Don't consider him powerful, one Drone is trouble for him, consider thousands. Consider the fact that in FT illusions don't work on them.

OOC: Don't consider him powerful, one Drone is trouble for him, consider thousands. Consider the fact that in FT illusions don't work on them.

OOC: Consider how much the voice had limited him. More then just the back and forth yakking, he had to constantly focus on the voice to keep control on himself. Imagine now that the voice is, say, expelled from his mind.;) Oh, and he knows how to hardwire HAWCs.:D

OOC: Seeing that Neo-M has gone off, I don' think that we finished the meeting. Did we Greywatch?

OOC: Nope, and we need some IC now...

OOC: Nope, and we need some IC now...

OOC: Yeah.... Why are you looking at me?:D

Numerius turned to the Greywatch diplomat. "My apologies. I'm sure you still have plenty of questions for us."

"Not really. I have most of the informatoin I wish to know. All that's left is perhaps some trade deals and non-aggression pacts between our nations."

"Not really. I have most of the informatoin I wish to know. All that's left is perhaps some trade deals and non-aggression pacts between our nations."

Senator Numerius nodded "We would be delighted to-" before he could continue, a group of soldiers burst in. "Sirs. We can't allow you to do this." One of them echoed through his exoskeleton, voice quivering "We have to surrender. And if we have to, we'll kill every last one of you to do it." All sixteen of the soldiers raised their rifles as shouts rang out from around the room. "This is treason!"
"HIGH treason!"
"You'll burn for this!" Turning, one of the men placed but a single bullet in the head of a nearby senator. The shouts stopped.

The Greywatch guard, already tense from the situation in space had a rifle leveled and began firing as the soldiers leveled their rifles. He grabbed the diplomat to make sure that he wouldn't get hurt and stepped in front of him. Inside the battle suit systems began preparing. The guard watched as text ran accross the inside of his visor:
BATTLE MODE ENGAGED:
STR +50%
SHIELDING 100%
SPEED +25%
AUTO TARGET ACTIVATED

The Greywatch guard, already tense from the situation in space had a rifle leveled and began firing as the soldiers leveled their rifles. He grabbed the diplomat to make sure that he wouldn't get hurt and stepped in front of him. Inside the battle suit systems began preparing. The guard watched as text ran accross the inside of his visor:
BATTLE MODE ENGAGED:
STR +50%
SHIELDING 100%
SPEED +25%
AUTO TARGET ACTIVATED
The Moralite traitors quickly took cover around the room, returning fire in short simple bursts. Except one. One of the troops quickly kneeled down and pushed a small pack into the back of a large bazooka-like object. Lifting it to his shoulder, he took aim at the Greywatch men, and fired. the laser immediatly made contact with one of the men, with enough power to destroy most shields and cause serious harm to a vehicle...

Despite the laser tearing through the shielding and part of the armor, the battle was far from over. The guard removed his helmet, the face inside was not happy. The hair, teeth, eyes, and lips were a solid black. The hole in the creatures neck leaked some silvery fluid before regenerating. "You have fired on civilians and on a Greywatch Drone. Genocide Protocol Rank 2 initiating. Elimination of all hostiles." The Drone fired a shot directly at the head of the man who'd fired. The diplomat grabbed his arm, "NO! Do not initaite Genocide Protocol, this is a diplomatic mission!" The Drone didn't listen, "They will surrender or be destroyed. Hostile acts against citizens and diplomats will be punished severely."

Despite the laser tearing through the shielding and part of the armor, the battle was far from over. The guard removed his helmet, the face inside was not happy. The hair, teeth, eyes, and lips were a solid black. The hole in the creatures neck leaked some silvery fluid before regenerating. "You have fired on civilians and on a Greywatch Drone. Genocide Protocol Rank 2 initiating. Elimination of all hostiles." The Drone fired a shot directly at the head of the man who'd fired. The diplomat grabbed his arm, "NO! Do not initaite Genocide Protocol, this is a diplomatic mission!" The Drone didn't listen, "They will surrender or be destroyed. Hostile acts against citizens and diplomats will be punished severely."
The traitors head snapped back as him armor glowed and he fell to the ground. groaning and getting back up, he prepared another shot, realizing that his shields could only save him once....

Senator Numerius quickly grabbed one of the traitors who had been stupid enough to hide near him. "Come now, I don't want to hurt you old man." the soldier said through his helmet. Senator Numerius paid him no heed, and wordlessly disarmed him and threw him to the ground. Several other Senators had already returned fire on the Moralite traitors with smaller but still powerful GDSA-V6 pistols.

The Drone took no time in firing off multiple shots at the man and his weapon. It soon looked to the other soldiers in the room and began firing at them with the skill of a marksman. It was to be expected, this Drone was of the Eagle Eye Caste. The Greywatch diplomat cowarded behind the monster.

The Drone took no time in firing off multiple shots at the man and his weapon. It soon looked to the other soldiers in the room and began firing at them with the skill of a marksman. It was to be expected, this Drone was of the Eagle Eye Caste. The Greywatch diplomat cowarded behind the monster.

Moralite traitor after traitor went down, only to get back up. Each one realized the danger of situation, and took extra precautions when moving and firing, not a man willing to show his head to the creature...

The Drone was starting to get annoyed with the situation, "As you can see. I am engineered to kill you. Beleive me, just because you hide doesn't mean I can't see you. I am Drone 17 of group D of the eagle Eye Caste. My accuracy is near flawless and I will kill anyone who threatens a civilian life. Is that understood?" The Drone spoke as it reloaded its rifle and then prepared for another volley of shots.

The Drone was starting to get annoyed with the situation, "As you can see. I am engineered to kill you. Beleive me, just because you hide doesn't mean I can't see you. I am Drone 17 of group D of the eagle Eye Caste. My accuracy is near flawless and I will kill anyone who threatens a civilian life. Is that understood?" The Drone spoke as it reloaded its rifle and then prepared for another volley of shots.

The traitors continued to hide, firing only when it was safe, daring not fire any longer then a few seconds before returning. However, with the combined fire, and the Senators, the traitors numbers were dwindling quickly. There were only four left at this point....

OOC: O.O we were at the same postage number before I posted this. 3987

IC:
The Drone fired back whenever a head came up but still took quite a bit of fire by just standing there. However, the soldiers were now very few in number and the Drone decided to examine itself. It's armor had been damaged quite heavily but at least it held up. A new suit would have to be obtained from the armory back on the ship. "If I hadn't been here... I shudder to think what might have happened..." The Drone said. The diplomat looked at it, "Why? You didn't need to..." The Drone turned around, "They might have harmed you. They already killed a senator, they had to be put down." The diplomat frowned, These creatures... thinking of others as animals and nothing more... the demons of the Greywatch army indeed.

OOC: O.O we were at the same postage number before I posted this. 3987

IC:
The Drone fired back whenever a head came up but still took quite a bit of fire by just standing there. However, the soldiers were now very few in number and the Drone decided to examine itself. It's armor had been damaged quite heavily but at least it held up. A new suit would have to be obtained from the armory back on the ship. "If I hadn't been here... I shudder to think what might have happened..." The Drone said. The diplomat looked at it, "Why? You didn't need to..." The Drone turned around, "They might have harmed you. They already killed a senator, they had to be put down." The diplomat frowned, These creatures... thinking of others as animals and nothing more... the demons of the Greywatch army indeed.
OOC: That's because you're getting in twenty a day, while I'm at ten :tongue:

Suddenly, another group of soldiers burst in, from the same side as the traitors. Wearing a smoother exoskeleton, they quickly knocked out the rest of the soldiers with blinding speed, through the exoskeletons. Not a single traitor had enough time to get out a shot, or even fight back. "We're sorry sir, we should've kept a better eye on them. These semi-civies panic too easily." One of them said to Senator Numerius as his comrades began to drag their unconscious bodies away.

(OOC: Question to Mekanta, is the interdiction field the same as the ones used in starwars?

AKA: Gravity field produced to screw up the computers which calculate the maneuvers nessacery to make hyperspace/slipspace/wormhole "things" but cannot do so due to irritating gravity field in the way.

Is that it?)

OOC: That's because you're getting in twenty a day, while I'm at ten :tongue:

Suddenly, another group of soldiers burst in, from the same side as the traitors. Wearing a smoother exoskeleton, they quickly knocked out the rest of the soldiers with blinding speed, through the exoskeletons. Not a single traitor had enough time to get out a shot, or even fight back. "We're sorry sir, we should've kept a better eye on them. These semi-civies panic too easily." One of them said to Senator Numerius as his comrades began to drag their unconscious bodies away.

OOC: 11.71 vs 21.77 :p
IC:

The Drone nearly went off on the other soldiers, its finger was halfway to pulling the trigger when it noticed the soldiers were on its side. It quickly began to untense and lower its weapon, "Genocide Protocol deativated..." It said before looking to the other men in the room, "I'm sorry I had to display that to you but I had no choice..."

OOC: 11.71 vs 21.77 :p
IC:

The Drone nearly went off on the other soldiers, its finger was halfway to pulling the trigger when it noticed the soldiers were on its side. It quickly began to untense and lower its weapon, "Genocide Protocol deativated..." It said before looking to the other men in the room, "I'm sorry I had to display that to you but I had no choice..."

The Senators looked at the Drone with suspicion, a few giving critical looks at the diplomat. Looking at their eyes, one could almost hear them say: "How could you MAKE such monsters, AND allow them to accompany you?"

The Drone placed its weapon back on its back and looked to the diplomat, "The mission should continue, should it not?" The diplomat stood, trying to get his balance, "I'm not sure if there's anything to continue about at this point. I do apologize about the Drone's behavior but when Greywatch discovers a new civilization, we never know what to expect. It has started becoming routine for Drones to accompany some diplomats for extra security. I'm sure after this display you can see why..." The diplomat sighed and gave a sorrowful look. The Drone put its hand on his shoulder, "Don't hold him responsible for my actions. I follow my job without emotion which obviously concerns some people. But I'm sure you realize that my actions may have saved a few lives."

The Drone placed its weapon back on its back and looked to the diplomat, "The mission should continue, should it not?" The diplomat stood, trying to get his balance, "I'm not sure if there's anything to continue about at this point. I do apologize about the Drone's behavior but when Greywatch discovers a new civilization, we never know what to expect. It has started becoming routine for Drones to accompany some diplomats for extra security. I'm sure after this display you can see why..." The diplomat sighed and gave a sorrowful look. The Drone put its hand on his shoulder, "Don't hold him responsible for my actions. I follow my job without emotion which obviously concerns some people. But I'm sure you realize that my actions may have saved a few lives."
The Senators remained silent, and coldly glared at the Drone. The soldiers continued to search around for any traitors they might have missed, and were feeling rather uncomfortable around the Drone...

The Drone stood silent for a second before turning around again. "Sir, the situation in space appears to be doing down hill and Greywatch has requested that we return to the ship." The diplomat nodded without saying anything, it was obvious the meeting was over. Interesting that even the Leanorians were more open to Drones than this group. "Excuse me, but can have an escort back to my ship?" The diplomat said sorrowfully, "Again, I aplogize for the Drone's action." The Drone didn't bother to say anymore. It just patiently awated the next move.

The Drone stood silent for a second before turning around again. "Sir, the situation in space appears to be doing down hill and Greywatch has requested that we return to the ship." The diplomat nodded without saying anything, it was obvious the meeting was over. Interesting that even the Leanorians were more open to Drones than this group. "Excuse me, but can have an escort back to my ship?" The diplomat said sorrowfully, "Again, I aplogize for the Drone's action." The Drone didn't bother to say anymore. It just patiently awated the next move.
"Indeed." Senator Numerius said, true sadness in his eyes "We will send a squad, and a HAWC to escort you."

"We are ready to move now. Lead the way." Said the Drone without any sense of emotion. It was barely even aware of all the other people in the room at this point. It was only focused on what mattered to it: diplomat, Numerius, and the escorts.

"We are ready to move now. Lead the way." Said the Drone without any sense of emotion. It was barely even aware of all the other people in the room at this point. It was only focused on what mattered to it: diplomat, Numerius, and the escorts.

Four heavily armored men entered the room. "Crow squad 01 reporting for duty sir! All semis are being guarded by the chirpers sir! Ready to escort diplomat and guards to specified location." His helmet turned to the diplomat, his eyes and face unseen, but one could almost sense he was examining them, searching every fiber of their being...

"Well then, I believe this is farewell." Said the diplomat sadly, "I hope next time we meet it wll be on better terms." The Drone turned to the squad of soldiers, it and the diplomat proceded to follow them.

"Well then, I believe this is farewell." Said the diplomat sadly, "I hope next time we meet it wll be on better terms." The Drone turned to the squad of soldiers, it and the diplomat proceded to follow them.

As they walked out of the building, a bipedal HAWC awaited them, twin guns hanging down from it's cockpit. "You ready? Just tell us where we need to be."

The diplomat wasn't actually sure where the transport was on the account of it being so dark. He sent a mesage to the pilot, "Can you turn the lights on. We can't see you." The pilot was a little drowsy on account of taking a nap while he waited but turned al exterla lights on. The craft soon took on its 'Christmas Tree' look again. The diplomat saw the lights come on not to far away and looked to the HAWC while pointing at the lights, "That's where we need to be."

The Klikiss and Mekanta ships faced off each other, more or less spitting distance withen each other.

The Klikiss ship sat there awaiting a response, only a few seconds had passed but it was well on it's way to preparing itself, the infinite spatial computer was, one could say, happily resolving the spacial distortions the Mekantan's interdictor field was generating. To the computer it was simply a stream of anomalies presenting an oppertunity for calculations to be perofrmed and solved, indeed the computer had already smoothed out two sections required for the Klikiss's next step.

One of these clear areas was in the Klikiss nuclear arnaments room. The other clear area was in the centre of the Mekanta ship. The plan was simple and indeed standard procedure, if they got the go ahead they would arm the nuke with a 2 second time limit and promptly switch it with whatever was in the target space. 1 second later it would explode.

As far as the Klikiss were concerned it would be mission complete.

The diplomat wasn't actually sure where the transport was on the account of it being so dark. He sent a mesage to the pilot, "Can you turn the lights on. We can't see you." The pilot was a little drowsy on account of taking a nap while he waited but turned al exterla lights on. The craft soon took on its 'Christmas Tree' look again. The diplomat saw the lights come on not to far away and looked to the HAWC while pointing at the lights, "That's where we need to be."

The HAWC took a steady gait, going at about thirty miles per hour, making a circle around the diplomat and the Moralite guards as they marched towards the transport.

Well this certainly is different, thought the diplomat. He looked to the drone again, its armor was a mess but it appeared to be fine. I knew these things were tough but... I never expected this.

Well this certainly is different, thought the diplomat. He looked to the drone again, its armor was a mess but it appeared to be fine. I knew these things were tough but... I never expected this.

As they got closer to the transport, the HAWC began to come up behind them, and slowed down to a human's walking speed. The guards continued their silent march, not saying a word to each other, or to the Greywatch men.

"Whenever you feel it's good to put us down do so. Then we'll be on our way." Said the diplomat, the back of the transport unlocked. The pilot wasn't about to let all the nice warm air out of the transport yet.

"Whenever you feel it's good to put us down do so. Then we'll be on our way." Said the diplomat, the back of the transport unlocked. The pilot wasn't about to let all the nice warm air out of the transport yet.

OOC: Put them down?

OOC: When I saw 'gait' I kept picturing you putting them in a cage and carrying them with the mech.

OOC: When I saw 'gait' I kept picturing you putting them in a cage and carrying them with the mech.

OOC: No, gait as in a sort of way of walking. Everyone was on foot, cept the mech which was making sure everything was clear of danger.

OOC: This planet's life must be special if they a mech, ignore the whole dropping thing then.

OOC: This planet's life must be special if they a mech, ignore the whole dropping thing then.

OOC: Dropping thing?

OOC: Dropping thing?

OOC: My person does say: 'put us down' I'm saying ignore that part.

OOC: My person does say: 'put us down' I'm saying ignore that part.

OOC: Then what did you mean about "this planets life must be special if they a mech"?

OOC: A mech guarding a diplomat, a Drone, and a squad of well-trained soldiers. And you've already mentioned warning about the stuff that knaws at people's feet.

OOC: A mech guarding a diplomat, a Drone, and a squad of well-trained soldiers. And you've already mentioned warning about the stuff that knaws at people's feet.

OOC: The extra defense was in case of scared and informed militiamen who wanted to surrender and/or thought it was your fault. The only real danger on this planet is the cold, unless you're alergic to lizard drool.;)

OOC: I see... wait... lizards are cold-blooded. They wouldn't be able to survive on a cold planet.

OOC: I see... wait... lizards are cold-blooded. They wouldn't be able to survive on a cold planet.

OOC: You're thinking of Earth-Lizards.;)

OOC: Those must be some friggin dragons then... I want one. And we need an OOC thread, I'm on it.

"This is not war, this is pest control."

-OOC-

Best Dalek Quote ever. Well, aside from what followed it. "You would destroy the Cybermen with four Daleks?" "WE WOULD DESTROY THE CYBERMEN WITH ONE DALEK!"

Anyway, the Interdiction field operates by preventing folding or alteration of spacetime, such as through wormholes or transitions to alternate layers of spacetime like hyperspace. It's also used within the Hegemony to prevent the FTL communications of a group the Mekantans rule over, the Tsthathi. Your teleporters will work except in about a light second area around the Darkship thanks to the Darkship's spacial lock. The Interdictor field itself, however, functions in an area of about twelve light hours. It has much more finesse than most FTL inhibitor systems, and a Mekantan shipmind (or the Zircon, as they possess similar means) can actively combat attempts to break through it while causing moving "holes" in the field to allow its own FTL-enhanced truespace weaponry to function.


-IC-

The Violent Gale didn't bother with further messages. At least, not of the verbal variety.

In an instant, it had a complete list of potential firing solutions, both direct and indirect. It took its time to select what weapons would fire on what courses, methodically arranging its attack plan and carefully planning cascade breaches in its interdictor field, putting what could only be called love into its carefully crafted assault. The whole process took less than a second, but for a shipmind, time was a very reletive thing.

Mere moments after recieving the Klikiss transmission, the space between the two vessels decreased suddenly, the Darkship pulsing its FTLi again and blinking to a position with its starboard flank a mere nine-hundred kilometers from the Klikiss vessel, and immediately filling that three light second void with weapons fire. The Darkship's hellish broadside belched forth enough firepower to reduce planets to asteroid belts, fleets to numbers on after action reports, and civilizations to memories.

Khiinae'ezat'zjeseth sah Khiinae'zatih'zjeseth sah Khiinae'koraltih'zjeseth.

As it pounded out blast after blast from its thousands of cannons, it watched the Klikiss ship carefully, actively working to predict its moves and counter its strategies.

The Violent Gale had decided that the Ciscilian Empire would learn why the Galactic Hegemony's pride was so well founded.

-OOC-

Best Dalek Quote ever. Well, aside from what followed it. "You would destroy the Cybermen with four Daleks?" "WE WOULD DESTROY THE CYBERMEN WITH ONE DALEK!"

Anyway, the Interdiction field operates by preventing folding or alteration of spacetime, such as through wormholes or transitions to alternate layers of spacetime like hyperspace. It's also used within the Hegemony to prevent the FTL communications of a group the Mekantans rule over, the Tsthathi. Your teleporters will work except in about a light second area around the Darkship thanks to the Darkship's spacial lock. The Interdictor field itself, however, functions in an area of about twelve light hours. It has much more finesse than most FTL inhibitor systems, and a Mekantan shipmind (or the Zircon, as they possess similar means) can actively combat attempts to break through it while causing moving "holes" in the field to allow its own FTL-enhanced truespace weaponry to function.


-IC-

The Violent Gale didn't bother with further messages. At least, not of the verbal variety.

In an instant, it had a complete list of potential firing solutions, both direct and indirect. It took its time to select what weapons would fire on what courses, methodically arranging its attack plan and carefully planning cascade breaches in its interdictor field, putting what could only be called love into its carefully crafted assault. The whole process took less than a second, but for a shipmind, time was a very reletive thing.

Mere moments after recieving the Klikiss transmission, the space between the two vessels decreased suddenly, the Darkship pulsing its FTLi again and blinking to a position with its starboard flank a mere nine-hundred kilometers from the Klikiss vessel, and immediately filling that three light second void with weapons fire. The Darkship's hellish broadside belched forth enough firepower to reduce planets to asteroid belts, fleets to numbers on after action reports, and civilizations to memories.

Khiinae'ezat'zjeseth sah Khiinae'zatih'zjeseth sah Khiinae'koraltih'zjeseth.

As it pounded out blast after blast from its thousands of cannons, it watched the Klikiss ship carefully, actively working to predict its moves and counter its strategies.

The Violent Gale had decided that the Ciscilian Empire would learn why the Galactic Hegemony's pride was so well founded.
"Sir, I don't think they've noticed us. Should we open fire?" The Admiral shook his head in agreement "Tell the wormers to keep behind us. We can't afford to lose too many of those." Turning to get the most out of their weapons, a deadly barrage of rail-gun propelled 'chargeds', or small nuclear devices. All they could do now is hope and pray as their railguns cooled off enough for another load....

OOC: I need a reply Mekanta.

Also nice to see I have six pages to catch up on, nice.

OOC: I need a reply Mekanta.

Also nice to see I have six pages to catch up on, nice.

OOC: At least 1-2 pages are between me and CM. And at least one page is a whole bunch of OOC and speaking of which, we have an OOC thread!

OOC: I need a reply Mekanta.

Also nice to see I have six pages to catch up on, nice.
OOC: Sorry.

-OOC-
I'm not sorry. Then again, I'm Mekanta. And you're an ESUS member.

I'm most likely to, I don't know, shout "READ, FUCKER, READ!! HA HA HA HA HA!!" Then, I don't know, go tentacle rape Japan or something...

Really short post. Namely because I'm not feeling well.


-IC-

The Captain turned to Sextus. "I am sorry, Senator, but a situation with the Mekantans has come up on your planet and I have to go defuse it." She ran back into the shuttle, with the two HYDRA soldiers following her, and powered it up. As she was lifting off, she could hear see the sensors registering weapons fire over where the Mekantans had landed. "Fuck!" She turned the engines on as high as they would go and blasted towards the site. As the soldiers of the Moralites died and the Senator returned fire, a loud screeching would be heard. The shuttle screamed in, with controlling jets firing off like machine guns and managed to land between them. The ramp came down and the two HYDRA soldiers ran over to the Senator forming a shield in front of him.

The Captain jumped out and looked at the Mekantans. "Alright. Captain Jessica Smith of the Federation frigate Horizon. What the fuck is going on here?"

Down on the surface, the lead chef turned to address the Telrosian, the other three slowly lowering thier weapons.

"Being of watching speaking tone, Telrosian. To being of allies, not of subordinates."

OOC: I hope you feel better.:(. Oh, and I just launched a bunch of nukes at your ship. Just remember that when you feel better.:tongue:

ooc not going to even attempt to read 6-8 pages so..yea
IC:

Deciding to slink away the kewen ships activated their FTL and disapeared quickly,quietly,and effeciantly.

OOC: Yep, greatest quotes ever my friend. And i grinned with malovence at your description of the interdictor. You can combat my attempts at breaking through with little pockets of instability!! lol, our races are going to get on like a house on fire :D.

Now, perhaps a description of my technology :D

You've virtually just renderd half of the Klikiss's attack strategies useless. But familiarity is a wonderul thing since in this case the longer the Klikiss are monitoring that field the longer they will have to happily calculate the nessacery steps to overcome the distortion. But if the computers occupied, like now, it will be limited to calculating mainly what's heading towards it and a few areas of interest. Like the slip-space generators and the area on the middle of your ship.

Because this, being a universe where multiple fantasies collide, is an example of Halo technology, albeit more sophisticated. If you can calculate those little eddies then you can ovecome them. I laugh.

Have fun :D

IC:

The infinite spatial computer processed the Darkships instant spatial transition, it also processed the seemingly vast amount of weaponry that commenced pouring out of the Darkship towards the Klikiss vessel.

Now, the infinite spatial computer was one of those computing marvels in the galaxy, it activly calculated and recalculated the position of every natural celestial object it had ever encountered. It held a completely accurate, yet incomplete, model of the galaxy within it's terminals. But sometimes you've just got to focus. The computer, in the few milliseconds it had, ran through it's directories, ran through it's spatial readings and realsied it couldn't utilise wormholes, in fact it's arsenal was severly depleted from the continuing distortion. So the computer focused for now on defense.

It ceased trying to unravel the remaining areas surrounding it and instead began computing areas that lay in the Darkships weapons paths. That done, and with the ships central gravitational-slipspace-generator calculated into the clear as well, it did what would undoubtably annoy the spiritual belief out of the aliens.

Black holes barely a few cm in diameter began popping up briefly in front of whatever it was that was hurtling towards them. The black holes remained open for barely a few seconds, enough to suck in the shots, but hopefully not enough for the Mekanta to realise what was happening.

The dark void of space, several thousand kilometres from the clustr of ships, tore open. A portal of arcing blue bolts of energy burst from its seams. Through the hole in space and time came the large, rough, silvery hull of the Warrington class cruiser. Though this was no ordinary vessel, it was the UTS Challenger, the one hundredth ship of its' class, and only the second ship to bear the name since the ill fated Challenger space shuttle many centuries ago on Earth. Behind it the portal collapsed in a way that would leave many wondering if there was some thing more besides just collapse. The challenger was large at 1.7 km, heavily armed, and certified in first contact operations. The commanding officer and his crew were already standing by around the tactical and diplomatic command holo table peering at several other ships that were in the area. It was obvious by now to whom ever saw and knew the Terrans that it was them.

Commander Odessa stood in front of his brand new split personality avatar suite, looking at three different renditions of the AI that was in the ships tactical-navigation-and communications computer as well as several other areas of the ship, he crossed his uniformed arms , thinking as his ship drew closer to what ever was going on. He peered back to his executive officer who was busy drinking one of the finest drinks in the galaxy Oango Juice. Odessa said with a commanding voice reverberating through the busy and large command center located in the middle of the ship.

“Well whats all this here then?” he sighed after saying.

The tactical and communications avatar spoke as one in response, the xo with a mouth full of Oango juice nearly slipped trying to respond first but failed.

“Commander we are detecting several ships some unknown others known, the ones we do know about do not pose a threat to us, as we are on either neutral or peaceful terms with these powers, how ever I do recommend you raise shields in case the unknown powers begin targeting our ships”

Odessa opened his mouth and raised his finger, he said with a near declarative tone running across the ships bridge. “That we shall do, raise shields and keep weapons on stand by, now how about for communications?”

This time The Xo did respond quickly putting his container of pretentiously marked luxury juice down, he said with a few coughs and a loud voice.

“Uhem well sir... I think we should do open channels communications with these people, a general broadcast of our intent would be wise”

Odessa looked over a bit and said with a nod, in an almost congratulatory voice that later turned scornful. “Very good idea I could have thought of it my self since its standard procedure, but I do keep you around for something despise your pretentiously ridiculous near addictive issue with Oango juice on the bridge in uniform on duty, witch I Might remind you is HIGHLY against regulations and shall NOT be done on my bridge again is that clear?”

The Xo nodded with a nervous smile putting the gold and silver diamonded etched Oango juice box in to the space bin, witch was promptly emptied by the navigation Avatar standing in front of the two in holographic form. The Box floated away falling towards the planets gravity well. That ends the box..

Odessa said looking over the Dual avatar standing in front of him, “send a general broadcast that we come in peace and offer diplomatic ties , if they respond it would be good for us”

The Navigation Avatar smirked a bit speaking as soon as the commanding tone of the captain disappeared in to the bulkheads of the ship.

“Sir might I recommend moving several thousand Kilos towards the other side of the ships , we don't want to be caught in the cross fire of any thing” The navigation avatar had a mean streak she was always plotting the demise of the crew in one way or another, but today she thought she would let them live and not jump the ship in to a sun, she was also kept at bay by the tactical-communications avatar constantly fighting like children over the control and safety of the ship and its crew.

Odessa declared with a loud voice and a smile coming over his pale face. “Yes! Good idea we shall do it immediately , set a course!”

The Tac-Com avatar glared down at the Navigation avatar, and vice versa, the shook their heads at each other while the crew had their backs turned, making funny faces like kids, tongs sticking out and various other things including some obscenities. This all turned back to professionalism as soon as Odessa looked over crossing his arms over his chest and sighing .

As the Cruiser moved to not be In the line of any hostilities between the many ships here, a message was sent in a cheerful voice with elevator like music playing in the background.


Greetings from the United Terran Federation, we come in peace, and for money trade and diplomatic relations (insert hand shake graphic and money graphic hear), how ever if you attack this ship or its crew, we shall make sure your government never again sees the light of day and that your worlds become ashen wastelands were mutant demons and chaos roam! (insert bombing graphic and planet busting graphic here) But if your on our good side we shall make sure this enterprise benefit's us all, have a good day and respond to the UTS Challenger for more information and a talk!

The Klikiss, more or less preoccupied with the continuing sub-atomic fight going on in the realms of real and sub-space, had their attenttion momentarily diverted by the appearence of a fairly large craft and a message it relayed to them:

"Greetings from the United Terran Federation, we come in peace, and for money trade and diplomatic relations (insert hand shake graphic and money graphic hear), how ever if you attack this ship or its crew, we shall make sure your government never again sees the light of day and that your worlds become ashen wastelands were mutant demons and chaos roam! (insert bombing graphic and planet busting graphic here) But if your on our good side we shall make sure this enterprise benefit's us all, have a good day and respond to the UTS Challenger for more information and a talk!"

The Klikiss were unable to form opinions given that they weren't individuals but the dominant Breedex most certainly was, and she was amuseed; something which didn't happen very often. Not because this new race seemed so "up" itself or that the cheesy music playing in the background made the more violent contents of the message laughable but because right about now the Mekanta would be receiving that message and would most likely make sure that the UTS government never saw the light of day.


"Greetings from the Klikiss of the Ciscilian Empire, at this moment in time we are unable to enter into anything but peace given our struggle in defence of the beings in this system against these aggressors. Please stay safely away from the conflict untill it is resolved. Thank you."

(ooc http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406680 you should read that before any thing, saying I put a nuke in some ones ship with out express permission or working it out could lead a charlie foxtrot and ruin the rp)

(OOC: Ahhhhhhhh, hmmmm, i see your point... tis technically possible but will probably lead to lot's and lots of cat fighting.......... hmmmm....

I HAVE SOLUTION!!!!

Neo-Mekanta, if for some reason you think you've got something in your ship that prevents me from doing what i did (i worked round the interdictor as you would have seen in other posts) then please say so. If for some reason i couldn't do what i did then my ship's spatial-computer will have a fit and lob me into a complicated pocket of sub-space due to the fundamental interconnectednedd of all things.

Hell, it would probably help me actually.... i'm going away for a week so won't be able to reply... MEKANTA!!! INVENT SOMETHING CLEVER TO REVERSE THE POLARITY ON SPACE TIME MOLECLUES AND HURL ME INTO SUB-SPACE!!!! Then my ship can sit there for a week whilst you kill everyone :D )

(OOC: Although i've probably stuck my toe over the line without realising it i was actually expecting Mekanta to do something with teleportors to get rid of it or for his ships to simply shake a bit and a deck or two be obliterated. Given that he did survive a fusion core.

Sorry if i've inadvertently pissed anyone off.)

-OOC-

Oh, Hi Rob. Guess I'm going to have to WTFPWN you until you remember that we had first contact (again) in Gilgamesh, aren't I?

USU, yeah, the sudden LOL NOOK TELEPORT is a damage call, something of a cardinal sin around here. That, and in the previous mention of the interdictors, I mentioned they were layered with the pre-existing Spacial Lock system. And yeah, there's no getting through that. No hard feelings though, mate. Everyone makes mistakes, and edit buttons exist for a reason. ^_^

This is why talking things out OOCly is usually a good idea. I posted MSNM and AIM contact info earlier, those messanger services are usually a good tool for that sort of thing.

And if you want to be banished to subspace or some other layer of spacetime, it's well within the abilities of a Darkship. (The main event sequence for a big RP I'm doing prep work for involves large numbers of Darkships, defined reletively as two or three, working with Zircon armadas to pull off an FTL jump with whole systems in tow.)

New post comming after USU edits.

(OOC: Did the edits Mekanta, you'll have to explain the spatial lock to me one day but i don't have time now. Essentially your shots are still being sucked in by my micro black holes but i've removed all mention of the nuke.

Once again sorry, it's a slightly adjusted habit i've carried over from a place i used to RP at. Essentially, after much arguing, we all decided that when it came to doing things instantaneously (like i just did) it was a simple matter of "you go boom". You all probably think our RPG's sucked because of that but it was actually thrilling and slightly more intelligent than firing a bilion missiles at each other. Trying to rip your opponent apart with a black hole whilst trying to negate the effects of the same opponent trying to merge the atoms of your ship and an asteroid was a thrilling thing....

Anyway, your rules and i apologise once more!!!

So, Mekanta, if you could kindly banish me to sub-space for a week it would be most appreciated. Removing your spatial lock and then trying to worm hole me into the star should do the trick :D )

OOC: Now to educate you all:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=561939
THIS IS THE BLOODY OOC THREAD! USE IT!

Caesar shook his head. "Noctisdivu is where I belong. The darkness hudlling around me, the comforting cold. No, I don't think I'd want to leave, not for another system, nor even for one of our colonies."


The engines came back online as the hyper drive was ready to be used. Hybrid turned to Caesar and pulled out his spare sonic screw driver.

"Ok, I can't convice you to leave but I'm going to give you my spare sonic screwdriver," Hybrid handed Caesar his spare sonic screw driver. "It's a useful device. Can lock and unlock doors, repair engines etcra... man there's stuff even I don't know," smilled Hybrid.

The engines came back online as the hyper drive was ready to be used. Hybrid turned to Caesar and pulled out his spare sonic screw driver.

"Ok, I can't convice you to leave but I'm going to give you my spare sonic screwdriver," Hybrid handed Caesar his spare sonic screw driver. "It's a useful device. Can lock and unlock doors, repair engines etcra... man there's stuff even I don't know," smilled Hybrid.

Caesar scoffed and tossed it back to him. Pulling out two small long metallic rods, and shook his head at Hybrid. "Anything that these can't open..." He pointed at the HAWCs two guns "...THOSE can."

OOC: Yes, I know there's an OOC thread.

IC:

Jessica heard the rebuke and nodded, bowing a bit apologetically. "My apologies. I'm just a bit stressed out at the situation." Taking a deep breath, she sensed the datavise from the soldiers that the Senator had left. Well, that was some good news. "I respectfully ask what was going on here. I know, despite our warnings, the nations in this system have been willingly ignorant of yourselves, but it wasn't so bad to warrant shooting...was it?"

Meanwhile, on the Horizon, Gaia had been monitoring the situation with the Darkship and had noticed a new ship coming close to it. She had kept a sensor on it, to be sure, as she struggled to get a handle on the situation and prevent the worst case scenario of the Mekantan's being offended. She was, thus, horrified to see the ship open a wormhole and suck both the Darkship and themselves into it. She frantically searched for where the wormhole was going, and detected a sharp increase of mass in the star of the system. She froze in horror. They wormholed the Darkship into their star?! Were they begging the Mekantans to give them a chance to wipe them out? She sighed and did a diagnostic routine, attempting to calm down.

She then witnessed the Klikiss Hive vessel arrive and groaned. Bringing in a big ship would either irritate the Mekantans or make them happy they have something big to destroy. This was getting worse and worse. Surely it could not get any-

A loud klaxon blared and the sensors went crazy, as they detected the Darkship rising out of the star. She watched, awestruck, as it stayed in the corona, the intense heat and pressure lashing against it to no avail. And just as she feared, it fired several blasts at the planet. Fortunately, they did not impact; it was only a terror tactic. But she knew they did not have much time before the Mekantans began a full out assault. She saw the Hive ship sending out a transmission.
"Attention aggressive beings. Hostilities are to be ceased immediatly or further protocol will be followed, resulting in your destruction, comply or be destroyed."


She worked quickly, opening a channel. "YOU FOOLS! DO YOU NOT LISTEN?! TO CHALLENGE THE MEKANTANS IS TO CHALLENGE FATE ITSELF! FLEE OR SUBMIT, ANYTHING ELSE WILL RESULT IN PAIN BEYOND YOUR IMAGINING."

It was too late, however, as the Darkship jumped and came within assault range of the Hive ship. Their message made Gaia tremble.

Your audacity is commendable. Such arrogance is nearly Mekantan in its daring. It is almost enough for an act of mercy toward your pathetic kind to be considered.

Almost.

She swore and sent a message down to the Captain, as she struggled to find a way to stop this without bringing destruction down onto the Federation. She looked at the Hive ship's reply and sighed, shaking her head sadly. She sent a final message to the Hive ship. And it got worse, the Moralites had brought in a navy and headed for the Darkship. She had to act. One was going to die, there was no need for more bloodshed.

"You have made your choice. Make peace with whatever deity you worship, for you shall be soon seeing them."

She finally glanced at an insistent bit of data which said a system-wide Mekantan FTLi. She wasn't surprised; like all A.I. in the Federation,she had studied possible enemies. The Mekantans had been included, and she knew a bit on how they operated. Once they found a target, they ensured it did not leave, like a hunter. She noticed with barely any thought at the Moralites joining the fray. She sent orders for the frigate to move away from the battle and go over the planet where the Captain was. As soon as she was done, she would be extracted immediately.

On the ground, Jessica staggered as she realized what was happening in space and her shoulders slumped. She spoke quietly, in a defeated sort of tone. "So....I take it they didn't listen to our warnings about you, did they?"

-OOC-
Worked out with Telros for efficiency. Second attempt at this post after my computer lost power through the first.

Content warning. Namely for a Mekantan acting Mekantan.

-IC-
The lead chef on the surface smiled wickedly behind her helmet.

"To being of insolence... To opposing of Hegemony, and to punish." She started walking toward the Telrosian captain, gesturing for the other Mekantan soldiers to stand down. "Of being of total ignorance. To not knowing of how Mekanta-being contact to be... To be unlike Telros-being..."

As she reached Captain Smith, her helmet retracted partially, steam rising from inside the suit. The bitter cold of the rock these Moralites had chosen to inhabit would be agony were it not for heat from the armor, and the Telrosian woman, whom the Mekantan promptly kissed. The stunned captain offered insufficient resistance to deter the Mekantan, who forced her tongue into the Telrosian's mouth. She held the Telrosian woman there for a few moments before pulling back and grinning before re-deploying her helmet.

She hissed. "Jyh'ze'vaeryx'ta mato'tih'za..." ("I can taste your fear...")

"Wh- wh- what?" Jessica stammered, face flushing.

The chef ignored her question. "To question being have... To be of asking of what Telros-being to be willing of doing to saving of lessers..."

The struggled look that crossed the Telrosian's face brought cruel joy to the Mekantan's face. "A... Anything. They don't deserve the fate you have in store for them."

"To being of excellent Telros-being quality..." The Mekantan grabbed the Telrosian's shoulder, her other gauntletted hand finding its way between the Telrosian's legs. "... To knowing of place very well..."

She, and the other Mekantan soldiers, laughed as the Telrosian captain darted back, the red tone of her face deepening. She covered herself as if her uniform had vanished, staring incredulously and angrily at the Mekantan and making how violated she felt extremely apparent. The Telrosian HYDRA soldiers quickly moved to the captain's side, prompting more Mekantan laughter. One soldier stepped forward, addressing the lead chef. "Tza, doe'Telros'ze'reh'ta xentsu'kya'za?"

"Nlya'kya," she responded, shaking her head before looking back at Jessica. As she started toward the Telrosian again, the two HYDRA soldiers stepped in her way, prompting the Mekantan to laugh. "To be sensitive... to maybe preferring not to sparing of Lessers? To cooperate... or to watch of world to burn..." The Telrosian woman froze, anger crossing her face. She seemed trapped, trying to figure a way out of the situation before slumping down, defeated.

As the Telrosian ordered the guards away, the Mekantan chef grinned. The captain was willing to sacrifice herself to save the Lessers, how cute. As she strode toward Jessica, she saw that trapped look again. As she reached under her arm and forcefully pulled the captain toward her, she saw a look of horror cross Captain Smith's face, and as she forced her legs further apart with her own leg and reached between them, the Telrosian's face turned crimson. Her shame was intoxicating, and when she ground the fingers of her power armor into her prisoner, the Telrosian started squirming, trying unconsciously to get away from the violation.

"To being of very useful Telros-being woman... To be doing of because to be useful..." She growled, roughly yanking the captain forward, pressing her against the armor. "To be of much usefulness if being of wanting to save Lessers... and to having of very good use for you..."

She let the captain's mind reel for a moment before she retracted the face of her helmet, grinning as she whispered into the Telrosian's ear.

"To being of setting up of meeting with Telros-being government... Of being to meeting of with Goddess All-Consuming in Telros-being space... To having of important negotiations to make... To do this... or to seeing of Lessers burn..." With her message delivered, she shoved Jessica away, her armor-enhanced strength sending the Telrosian a good few feet away.

One of the other chefs, however, heard her. "Isos'ta thassa'ta'keh!" ("Enemy to Isos!" or "Traitor!")

Before the other Mekantan could draw thier weapon, the lead chef had her gun in her hand, sending a high-powered mass driver slug through the high grade armor of the other soldier's helmet, splashing its contents all over the interior of the armor.

As the armor vanished, recalled back to the Violent Gale the chef looked back to Jessica, who stared blankly back, face full of shock. She smiled as realization slowly crossed the Telrosian's face, turning away.

"Jeh'za Ilzrehi toth- tza'kya... Jeh'za Izrehi math Irenga! Za'ta nlya'tih." ("I am Izrehi toth- no... I am Izrehi math Irenga! Remember it.")



Up in space, Isos math Kiren remained ignorant as to what was happening below, he had enough to be angry about already without Izrehi's act of rebellion. Namely the fact that the Klikiss vessel was now using gravitics to protect itself.

The Violent Gale was much more calm about it. It knew about the Klikiss attempts to probe the limits of its spacial lock field, and it knew the weaknesses that opened in the Klikiss ship.

It decided to end this, sending one transmission to the Klikiss ship before pulsing its interdiction field again.


I tire of your interference, Lessers. Begone!


The Klikiss would have only moments by its own reckoning to comprehend what was happening as space itself, to use a common imagery associated with Mekantan FTL, seemed to shriek in agony. The effect however wasn't centered on the Darkship.

It was centered on the Klikiss vessel six lightseconds away. A vessel that was soon no longer there, instead banished to another layer of spacetime.

With the Klikiss vessel gone, the Darkship turned its attention to the Moralite ships, just as the first wave of nuclear shells came close. It didn't even bothering raising its barriers, letting the shells slam against its massive hull and detonate, tolorating the marring of its armor plating for a chance at quicker retaliation.

The light of the impact served to mask, for a brief moment, the fact that the Darkship was already preparing a retaliatory strike.

There was no hiding the thousands of blasts that ripped through the void toward the Moralite vessels, though. The Violent Gale watched, waiting to see if the Moralites could dodge them.

Jessica was confused slightly by the Mekantan's words as she walked towards her. The Mekantan way of talking was difficult to understand and her mind was still mulling over what she was saying, still confused, when she leaned forward and kissed her. Jessica, as was her kind's nature, was very free with sex with others. She had, in fact, been in several flings that had been with older men. So she was not naive in that field. But the way the Mekantan kissed was beyond anything she had experienced before and her eyes went blank for a couple seconds and a large blush heated her face as her mind struggled with the sensory overload.

When she pulled back, she blinked, trying to sort her mind out. She heard the chef say something, but her mind was still sluggish. "W-W-W-What?" She paused when she heard the Mekantan ask her what she would do to save the "lesser" races. She awoke very quickly at the question, and her mind struggled with the question. She knew if she said anything less than what she thought, the Mekantans would probably go ahead and destroy them. She had no choice, and she hated it. "A... Anything. They don't deserve the fate you have in store for them."

She tensed as the Mekantan came back over but held her ground, her eyes watching the chef very carefully. So she was caught by surprise when one hand gripped her shoulder, while another went to more....exotic places. She grew red with shame and instinctively jumped back, her thoughts a maelstrom of shame and shock. Her arms shifted to cover her body, the feeling of violation causing her to shudder. The Battle A.I., shocked at this behavior, moved the HYDRA soldiers up to her side. It couldn't order them to bring up their guns, the situation was on the edge of a knife. Any misstep could spell the doom of the other races or even the Federation. It watched as the Mekantans had a short exchange and the leader moved forward again. It had the drones move to block her passage, protecting the captain. It could only watch grimly as she laughed.

She spoke and Jessica's eyes narrowed and she struggled, even as she knew her reply. She had no choice; she couldn't be the cause of an entire civilization destroyed. Slumping in defeat, she ordered the soldiers away. She could only watch with a mix of shame and tension as the Mekantan walked over and horror filled her as she was forcefully grabbed. She twisted and turned at the Mekantans touch, shame filling her very being. Suddenly, she heard something whispered in her ear.

"To being of setting up of meeting with Telros-being government... Of being to meeting of with Goddess All-Consuming in Telros-being space... To having of important negotiations to make... To do this... or to seeing of Lessers burn..."

Her eyes widened as she was thrust back and her stunned mind, already taking several hits during the past few seconds, reeled from this blow. However, slowly, the realization of the fact she wanted to have a meeting in her space, with Minagoroshi no less, with the fate of the Lessers in the balance. As she realized, the Mekantan turned and told her name. She was Izrehi math Irenga. Jessica shuddered. She wouldn't be able to forget that name. Taking a shuddering breath, she opened the affinity band and reached for the distant but familiar presence of the President. His mind, busily working on paperwork, was shocked to feel the tired and shameful mind of Jessica connecting to his. Something was wrong.

"Whom is this?"

"Captain Jessica Smith of the Horizon"

He paused as his nanonics called up her file.

"Ah, you were deployed to the edge of space for patrol. What happened, Captain? You are obviously distraught."

"We've had an encounter with the Mekantans."

Arthur had been reaching for a pen when he heard that comment and he froze, shock hitting his system.

"What? Where?"

"An unknown system where a new civilization was located. They have mostly pre-FTL technology but could colonize planets. The Mekantans appeared as well, and as is usual by those ignorant of the Mekantans, they attacked them. I tried to stop the oncoming slaughter, even as their Darkship duels their ships in orbit. I was.....given a message by a one Izrehi math Irenga, that she wanted to have a meeting in our space, with Minagoroshi no less, about important issues. Or else the Lessers would die. I...I thought to contact you, sir."

Arthur sat back, suddenly feeling all his years dragging him down, tiring him. This was a bad situation indeed. He did not want to meet the Mekantans, in any space, especially his own. And to meet the walking destroyer that was Minagoroshi.....and the Mekantans....he sighed. He knew, as she did, he couldn't refuse. Lives were hanging in the balance and he would not sacrifice them. Not while he lived.

"Tell them it is accepted. I am giving you coordinates now."

Jessica watched and was stunned. "The home system, sir?!"

"If we are going to meet them, there is no other place. Now go, I will make preparations."

The link cut off and Jessica let out a shuddering sigh before walking over to Izrehi. "I have spoken with my president and he agrees to your proposal." She let the data download into her nanonics and into a data flek, which she handed to Izrehi. "There is the location of the meeting." She backed up a few steps and looked into the sky.

"Will you spare them now?"

-OOC-
Worked out with Telros for efficiency. Second attempt at this post after my computer lost power through the first.

Content warning. Namely for a Mekantan acting Mekantan.

-IC-
The lead chef on the surface smiled wickedly behind her helmet.

"To being of insolence... To opposing of Hegemony, and to punish." She started walking toward the Telrosian captain, gesturing for the other Mekantan soldiers to stand down. "Of being of total ignorance. To not knowing of how Mekanta-being contact to be... To be unlike Telros-being..."

As she reached Captain Smith, her helmet retracted partially, steam rising from inside the suit. The bitter cold of the rock these Moralites had chosen to inhabit would be agony were it not for heat from the armor, and the Telrosian woman, whom the Mekantan promptly kissed. The stunned captain offered insufficient resistance to deter the Mekantan, who forced her tongue into the Telrosian's mouth. She held the Telrosian woman there for a few moments before pulling back and grinning before re-deploying her helmet.

She hissed. "Jyh'ze'vaeryx'ta mato'tih'za..." ("I can taste your fear...")

"Wh- wh- what?" Jessica stammered, face flushing.

The chef ignored her question. "To question being have... To be of asking of what Telros-being to be willing of doing to saving of lessers..."

The struggled look that crossed the Telrosian's face brought cruel joy to the Mekantan's face. "A... Anything. They don't deserve the fate you have in store for them."

"To being of excellent Telros-being quality..." The Mekantan grabbed the Telrosian's shoulder, her other gauntletted hand finding its way between the Telrosian's legs. "... To knowing of place very well..."

She, and the other Mekantan soldiers, laughed as the Telrosian captain darted back, the red tone of her face deepening. She covered herself as if her uniform had vanished, staring incredulously and angrily at the Mekantan and making how violated she felt extremely apparent. The Telrosian HYDRA soldiers quickly moved to the captain's side, prompting more Mekantan laughter. One soldier stepped forward, addressing the lead chef. "Tza, doe'Telros'ze'reh'ta xentsu'kya'za?"

"Nlya'kya," she responded, shaking her head before looking back at Jessica. As she started toward the Telrosian again, the two HYDRA soldiers stepped in her way, prompting the Mekantan to laugh. "To be sensitive... to maybe preferring not to sparing of Lessers? To cooperate... or to watch of world to burn..." The Telrosian woman froze, anger crossing her face. She seemed trapped, trying to figure a way out of the situation before slumping down, defeated.

As the Telrosian ordered the guards away, the Mekantan chef grinned. The captain was willing to sacrifice herself to save the Lessers, how cute. As she strode toward Jessica, she saw that trapped look again. As she reached under her arm and forcefully pulled the captain toward her, she saw a look of horror cross Captain Smith's face, and as she forced her legs further apart with her own leg and reached between them, the Telrosian's face turned crimson. Her shame was intoxicating, and when she ground the fingers of her power armor into her prisoner, the Telrosian started squirming, trying unconsciously to get away from the violation.

"To being of very useful Telros-being woman... To be doing of because to be useful..." She growled, roughly yanking the captain forward, pressing her against the armor. "To be of much usefulness if being of wanting to save Lessers... and to having of very good use for you..."

She let the captain's mind reel for a moment before she retracted the face of her helmet, grinning as she whispered into the Telrosian's ear.

"To being of setting up of meeting with Telros-being government... Of being to meeting of with Goddess All-Consuming in Telros-being space... To having of important negotiations to make... To do this... or to seeing of Lessers burn..." With her message delivered, she shoved Jessica away, her armor-enhanced strength sending the Telrosian a good few feet away.

One of the other chefs, however, heard her. "Isos'ta thassa'ta'keh!" ("Enemy to Isos!" or "Traitor!")

Before the other Mekantan could draw thier weapon, the lead chef had her gun in her hand, sending a high-powered mass driver slug through the high grade armor of the other soldier's helmet, splashing its contents all over the interior of the armor.

As the armor vanished, recalled back to the Violent Gale the chef looked back to Jessica, who stared blankly back, face full of shock. She smiled as realization slowly crossed the Telrosian's face, turning away.

"Jeh'za Ilzrehi toth- tza'kya... Jeh'za Izrehi math Irenga! Za'ta nlya'tih." ("I am Izrehi toth- no... I am Izrehi math Irenga! Remember it.")



Up in space, Isos math Kiren remained ignorant as to what was happening below, he had enough to be angry about already without Izrehi's act of rebellion. Namely the fact that the Klikiss vessel was now using gravitics to protect itself.

The Violent Gale was much more calm about it. It knew about the Klikiss attempts to probe the limits of its spacial lock field, and it knew the weaknesses that opened in the Klikiss ship.

It decided to end this, sending one transmission to the Klikiss ship before pulsing its interdiction field again.



The Klikiss would have only moments by its own reckoning to comprehend what was happening as space itself, to use a common imagery associated with Mekantan FTL, seemed to shriek in agony. The effect however wasn't centered on the Darkship.

It was centered on the Klikiss vessel six lightseconds away. A vessel that was soon no longer there, instead banished to another layer of spacetime.

With the Klikiss vessel gone, the Darkship turned its attention to the Moralite ships, just as the first wave of nuclear shells came close. It didn't even bothering raising its barriers, letting the shells slam against its massive hull and detonate, tolorating the marring of its armor plating for a chance at quicker retaliation.

The light of the impact served to mask, for a brief moment, the fact that the Darkship was already preparing a retaliatory strike.

There was no hiding the thousands of blasts that ripped through the void toward the Moralite vessels, though. The Violent Gale watched, waiting to see if the Moralites could dodge them.

"WORMERS! ON DUTY!" Admiral Marcus shouted into the radio, panicking as the thousands of blasts hurdled toward them. He quickly ran for a railing, only to be thrown directly into it. His world went black...

"As it is my duty to replace the Admiral in times when he cannot command, I will court-martial each and every one of you wormers if I get the chance!" The Vice Admiral looked at the screen below him. Why the fuck did they worm so close to the Darkship? He knew that the wormers were out of power now, and it was all up to them. "Sir! Look!" Glancing over at the area they had just wormed out of, The Admiral saw a small ship effortlessly dodging each and every blast from the darkship. Noticing an insignia of two large red eyes on the side, they both looked at each other, and said the same thing, one with amazement and one with disgust: "1314."

A cold voice over the radio echoed "Once they're done, you're next. Fuckers." 1314 switched the radio off and smiled as he turned on some music. The silence of space always creeped him out. Effortlessly weaving in and out of the blasts, 1314 began to hum. Every day of every year since the voice left him he had rejoiced. Part of him could never be changed, but much of his old self had returned once the voice had left. Pulling up, he sped towards the Darkship, and opened fire with concentrated X-Rays, making a sweep along the hull of the Darkship.

If your limbs begin dissolving...In the water that you tread...

Caesar scoffed and tossed it back to him. Pulling out two small long metallic rods, and shook his head at Hybrid. "Anything that these can't open..." He pointed at the HAWCs two guns "...THOSE can."

Hybrid laughed at the sight of the weapons and caught the Sonic screw driver as he started to cough. His eyes lit up as if they were on fire as he collasped on the ground and vomitted out something that had an icy colour to it. It rose up as it hovered between Hybrid and the stranger.

"Then you need to re-load it," smiled the spirit. "I'm Esther, his inner spirit you might say and to make sure he doesn't go running off doing something stuipd,"

Hybrid laughed at the sight of the weapons and caught the Sonic screw driver as he started to cough. His eyes lit up as if they were on fire as he collasped on the ground and vomitted out something that had an icy colour to it. It rose up as it hovered between Hybrid and the stranger.

"Then you need to re-load it," smiled the spirit. "I'm Esther, his inner spirit you might say and to make sure he doesn't go running off doing something stuipd,"
Caesar stared at the spirit for a moment, then unzipped one of his pockets and poured some small patterned packets. "I think I might be going off of that for a while..." He mumbled as he closed his eyes and shook his head, leaning on the HAWC's legs.

Hybrid laughed at that as he watched Esther come over to Caesar. Esther's hand went through Caesar's arm as her other hand was clutched on her sword.

"I'm just as real like this planet is real," smiled Esther. "Don't be scared,"

Meanwhile

A flight of Dingo Fighter jets were heading towards the planet as the Union dispatched a frigate to land on the planet. The Union broke orbit and started its slow approach to the planet.

"Hybrid, can you hear me?" said the Admiral into the intercom

On the surface

The voice came over the intercom as Hybrid looked at it. His eyes turned to Caesar as he watched him still looking at Esther.

"This is Hybrid. I'm on the surface but it seems to be night forever on this planet," said Hybrid into the intercom.

Esther meanwhile was looking at the ship as she turned back to Caesar.

"Do you run with an AI?" she asked.

Hybrid laughed at that as he watched Esther come over to Caesar. Esther's hand went through Caesar's arm as her other hand was clutched on her sword.

"I'm just as real like this planet is real," smiled Esther. "Don't be scared,"

Meanwhile

A flight of Dingo Fighter jets were heading towards the planet as the Union dispatched a frigate to land on the planet. The Union broke orbit and started its slow approach to the planet.

"Hybrid, can you hear me?" said the Admiral into the intercom

On the surface

The voice came over the intercom as Hybrid looked at it. His eyes turned to Caesar as he watched him still looking at Esther.

"This is Hybrid. I'm on the surface but it seems to be night forever on this planet," said Hybrid into the intercom.

Esther meanwhile was looking at the ship as she turned back to Caesar.

"Do you run with an AI?" she asked.

Caesar started running his hand back and forth through Esther's arm. "Hehe... As long as this is still going, I might as well enjoy it." Looking up, he shook his head, seriousness completely back. "Nah, we use human brains. The carrying capacity is superior, they still live, and their families get a huge lump sum. well, not always they're families, but you get what I mean."

(OOC: I found a computer :) won't come in much, just watch and set myself straight)

The Klikiss Hive ship suddenly found itself in an alternate layer of the universe. The Breedex, and the Klikiss as a whole, were not please.

However, they were not ones to stew in anger, and calmly went about finding a way to escape. They tried to open slipspace ruptures but failed, evidently they were in the same #position# but in a different layer of space altogether.

So they fired up their engines and intended to move to the edge of the interdiction field, so they could emerge and fight once more.

(OOC: THe hash are the keys where the quotatiuons should be, can't find them on this Turkish keyboard)

(OOC: I found a computer :) won't come in much, just watch and set myself straight)

The Klikiss Hive ship suddenly found itself in an alternate layer of the universe. The Breedex, and the Klikiss as a whole, were not please.

However, they were not ones to stew in anger, and calmly went about finding a way to escape. They tried to open slipspace ruptures but failed, evidently they were in the same #position# but in a different layer of space altogether.

So they fired up their engines and intended to move to the edge of the interdiction field, so they could emerge and fight once more.

(OOC: THe hash are the keys where the quotatiuons should be, can't find them on this Turkish keyboard)
Turkish keyboard? Vacation?

(Correct: In Turkey, complete pain lol)

Come on people, don't forget about this thread! Get the story going, I can't handle this alone!

(ooc: right well Im back can some one give me a breif synopsis of what I missed ? and How I can get in on the action so I don't ruin things)

OOC: I'm not really one who feels like getting into a war with a godship... in a diplomatic/first contact thread so... yeah, that's why I'm no longer in this.

OOC: I'm not really one who feels like getting into a war with a godship... in a diplomatic/first contact thread so... yeah, that's why I'm no longer in this.
*gasp* Everyone's always leaving my threads....

No, usually it just ends up being me and you until both of us give up XD

No, usually it just ends up being me and you until both of us give up XD

Well, that too :tongue:

-OOC-
Working on my post now. CM, do you have any messanger programs? I'd like to run something past you.

Well, that too :tongue:

OOC: We fail at using OOC threads...

-OOC-
Working on my post now. CM, do you have any messanger programs? I'd like to run something past you.

Yea, I have MSN messenger. It's "Tombombadil99@hotmail.com"

Never say die on an intro thread. *Sigh*

I think what you need is to keep the first contact threads as first contact threads... wars coming out of first contact threads are kinda weird... and people don't like fighting aggressive, pompous, genocidal races, I suppose.