NationStates Jolt Archive

IC:
Leonis Ship Yards, Colonial Territory

An unknown cloud emerged in front of the Colonial, and a bright blue and gray lights radiated from the center. An unknown object emerged from the cloud, but it wore the colors and symbols of the Huntarian Alliance. This was the newest class in the fleet, the experimental Zeus class Battleship. The insides of the ship rattled and moaned, and this made a certain Alliance General very uneasy. He grabbed his head and moaned with agony along with the ship's. So far, his shakedown cruise was not going so well.

General Verneal straightened himself up, and pressed a button on his command chair, "engineering."

"Chief Jullan here sir."

"Chief... What... The hell... Just happened?"

Back down in engineering, it busy with life. Not just with the new Necrominus core in place and all sorts of fancy new gizmo's installed, but with her crew scrambling to find out what caused the ship's hull to groan and stutter. Chief Jullan stood at the hull control read out, "sir, this is our first attempt at making a brand new design without the use of a space dock. Our initial scans didn't detect any fractures in the hull plating when we left the Alliance Space."

Verneal sighed, "Obviously the scanners were malfunctioning." Verneal slammed his fists onto his chair in frustration, "as soon as we dock with Leonis, I want every inch of the hull plating inspected. Millimeter by Millimeter if necessary. We were suppose to be ready for the tournament today!"

The Chief's sounded very distant from the intercom, "I know sir. I can't explain it. Maybe we should build a drydock first before we build a new design of this magnitude. Surely you didn't think that there would be some problems which would arise?"

Verneal growled, "just get your teams ready. I want this problem fixed within the week."

"Aye aye sir."

"Comm, open a channel with Leonis control." Verneal cleared his throat as the connection was set up. "Leonis control, this is Major General Verneal of the Huntarian Alliance requesting permission to dock and commence repairs and military installations as previously arranged with your government."

Leonis Shipyard
In Orbit of Leonis

It was a day like any other, raptors from the various colonies moved in and out dropping off supplies and materials for the construction of the various ships of the fleet. Transport ships moved freely, back and forth, taking workers who long deserved their shore leave down towards the planet for a little R&R, while others were brought to the station to continue work on the newest project for the Colonial Fleet.

In one of the shipyards, skeleton frame was being formed for the fourth warstar in production. The ship unnamed, only had the designation BSG 501. Men crawled over the ship, as out of the port window, Major Shelly Webster watched. Men crawled over the frame, as sparks from torches cut and welded the frames together.

Raptors moved the large free floating beams into position, as large mechanical claws grabbed the metal, holding it in place while the men busied themselves to fasten the materials together.

CIC of Leonis Shipyard.

Major Shelly Webster sat at her desk. Unlike the CIC of a battlestar, the shipyard had windows. Peering out of it, she placed her hand under her chin. She sighed, bored as hell as she looked at the long list of materials needed. “Shit.” she said while looking at the reports. “Why in the hell does Geminion always have to be behind schedule.” she said as she looked at the latest report from the shipment from colony. Placing her hand on her head, she picked up the phone. “Get me Medina, Geminion ship dock.” She told the operator on the other end of the phone.

“Yes this is Major Webster, Leonis shipyard.” she said to the person,

“Listen, I need those FTL Drives, what do you want the Admiralty to get out and push the warstar to it’s targets.” She yelled at the man.

“I do not give a frak about a strike, the Admiralty has a time table, and it has to be met. I know you frakkin civies do not give a shit about Colonial defense, but if I do not have those drives by 09:30, I will be sure to inform Picon of your incompetence.”

Placing her hand around her cup of coffee, she reached up taking a sip. “Damn civies, unreliable, and incompetent bastards.” she thought to her self, as she listened to the list of usual excuses.

“I do not give a rat’s ass about your excuses. We need those parts, get them on the raptor and have them here, or it will be your ass.” she yelled at the man, before slamming the phone on the ringer, hanging up on the man in mid sentence.

She placed her hand to her forehead and began to rub her temples. “Why in the hell did the cives always attempt to subvert the fleet. Frakkin bastards.” she said.

“Sir?” a young lieutenant asked.

She waved her hand at him, dismissing his question, “Nothin Mr. Joan. Nothing.”

She stood up, and stretched backwards. Her back popped slightly as she placed her hands on her lower back. “I think I am going to go for a walk.” she told the young lieutenant. “Call me if anything interesting happens.” the Asian looking woman told him.

“Yes sir.” the shaved headed, small framed lieutenant replied.

She turned, reaching out with her left hand for the warm cup of joe. As her fingers wrapped around the cup, the lieutenant yelled out.

“Draidus Contact. Bearing 121 Carum 81. Bird is not squalking. Unknown Configuration!” he said, in near panic, as the damn thing, only 81 clicks away appeared nearly on top of the shipyard.

“What the frak?” The major said, as she dropped her cup of coffee and looked out the window. The large ship, bearing a unusual symbol, was damn close to the yard. “Who in the frak is piloting that?” she yelled out, ‘Is she coming any closer?”

“No sir, she appears to be stationary. Who in the frak would jump that close to us?” the young lieutenant asked as his heart pounded in his chest.

“Probably some frakkin Dornie. Bastards can’t take a piss without their chrome dome’s telling them how.”

The Major shook her head, furious at the incompetence of the crew on the other unknown vessel. She looked at the draidus, her eyes looking for any sign of what was happening over there.

“Looks like they have fractures across their hull. And their engines are leaking some sort of radiation.” the Major said as her anger began to subside.

The lieutenant nodded, ‘Yes sir, looks like they either went through hell, or had their ship built by Coredians.” The major shuddered at the thought for a second, then placed her hand on his shoulder. “Any comsec?”

“No sir... wait, we are receiving a signal.” he said, as he turned to the major.

She looked down at him, “Put it on speakers then.” she said, as she stood up, and walked back towards the center of her the room.

"Comm, open a channel with Leonis control." Verneal cleared his throat as the connection was set up. "Leonis control, this is Major General Verneal of the Huntarian Alliance requesting permission to dock and commence repairs and military installations as previously arranged with your government."

“The Huntaerian Alliance?” she asked turning to the Lieutenant on duty in the docking station. “You did not tell me that we were docking an foreigners ship.” she said sounding very agitated.

“Sir..” the man stuttered. “I have not received any orders.” he said to her. She looked at him, “You were probably wanking it again when the order came in. Check the list of recent orders.” she told him as she grabbed a large stack of papers bound in a three ring binder.

“And put me through to that ship.”

The man nodded although flustered do to the accusations. “Comsec reports ready. You are patched through Major.

“Zeus. This is Libris Shipyard. Please stand by while we receive confirmation of orders and protocol. Be advised, We are detecting cracks along your bow sections Four and eight, and across your stern sections six and nine. Have Haz-mat confirm NBBC (Radiation leak) in what appears to be engine three. Leonis out.”

She looked out the window, shaking her head as the intel from the various readings from the ship continued to come in. Looking at the print outs, she shook her head in complete disbelief. “How in the frak did these guys put that ship together. Looks like they put it together in a garage, don’t these guys have access to a damn dry dock.” she said looking at the many various readings she was receiving.

“Sir I found it. From Picon HQ” the lieutenant said has he walked across the small room towards her. Reaching out and taking the paper from the lieutenant, she looked over the list of orders.

“From Picon HQ, under Fleet Admiral De Bruyn authorization code 43012A67J
To Leonis Shipyard:

Allied Vessel will be approaching at 00:30 CPT. Drydock will be authorized for fine tuning. Installation of these systems is authorized. Ship must be ready within seventy two hours of arrival.”

She looked down at the list of the parts and retrofits. Shaking her head she turned to her lieutenant. “Is this some kind of joke. Why in the hell would Picon authorize the release of these systems?” she asked him.

Shaking his head, and shrugging, he looked at her. “No idea sir, but orders are authentic.”

“Alright bring her in. Have Hazmat teams repair teams ready to board as soon as the docking arms attach. And get those frakkin Civie engineers out of their racks. About time they earn their pay.”

As the lieutenant picked up the phone to issue the orders the Major picked up hers and csent out an com to the ship.

“Alliance vessel. This is Libris Shipyard Actual. Docking is authorized. Please use auto landing procedures. You have the ball. Send over technical schematics of your vessel for realignment, retrofit and repairs. Welcome to Leonis.”

“And put me through to that ship.”

The man nodded although flustered do to the accusations. “Comsec reports ready. You are patched through Major.

“Zeus. This is Libris Shipyard. Please stand by while we receive confirmation of orders and protocol. Be advised, We are detecting cracks along your bow sections Four and eight, and across your stern sections six and nine. Have Haz-mat confirm NBBC (Radiation leak) in what appears to be engine three. Leonis out."

Verneal nodded, "Engineering. Chief, confirmation on locations?"

"Aye sir. And two more appearing on the rear."

"Zeus to Leonis. Hull fracture locations have been confirmed. As to the radiation... You're probably reading the leftover remnants of the Necrominus drives which are still trailing our Nacelles. Nothing to be concerned about. Standard procedure. We're prepping engineering as we speak"


“Alliance vessel. This is Libris Shipyard Actual. Docking is authorized. Please use auto landing procedures. You have the ball. Send over technical schematics of your vessel for realignment, retrofit and repairs. Welcome to Leonis.”

Verneal nodded, "helm, take her in. Full thrusters ahead, standard docking procedure. Power down any minor systems and offensive systems. Disengage deflector control.

The Comms officer patched up the Zeus's schematics, "Zeus to Leonis, sending schematics your way. You're sure your computers can handle the speed as to what ours operate at? Last I heard from General Torusumi, you guys were still using spears and arrows on your ships."

Major Webster held the phone to her hand, her fingers gripping it tightly, as the outlying skin began to turn white from the pressure exerted. She listened to the arrogance of the General, who implied heavily that her station was nothing more than a neanderthal docking station, primitive beyond any hope.

Her face somewhat red, she took a deep breath. “General Verneal.” she replied back her thick Caprican accent. “Your information is wrong. We have through great pains in R&D upgraded to slings and catapults. By the way, I am authorized to also give you a technological wonder that it would seem your society has not discovered. It is called bolts, screws and washers. When added to your ship’s frame it should provide enough support to keep that pesky metal fracture problem from happening.”

The lieutenant turned to her with a puzzled look on his face. Cupping the end of the receiver, the Major sneered at him. “They seem to be like the Dornies. So insulting them is probably a proper way to say hello.”

The lieutenant nodded, “I understand sir.” he said to his superior officer. The young man turned and watched out the window as the large and sleek designed ship slowly moved into the dry dock four. The ship was elegant and beautiful. Very much unlike the warships he had seen on the holonet. Her engines glowed green and orange, giving off an eerie glow to her. As the ship past, he noticed a could of red glowing boxes in the back. Truly she was a beautiful ship, that much had to be said.

His console began to chirp. “Oh frak almost forgot.” the lieutenant thought to himself as he reached down and pushed the button shutting off the alarm. “Major, the bird is in the nest.” he said watching the console, to make sure the ship did not drift into the side docks.

The Major nodded. “Begin docking procedures. Bring the docking clamps online.

With that the hydriodic arms of the dry dock came to life. In the silence of space, the large arms, designed to hold the much larger battlestars, lifted up, and stretched out towards the Zeus. Moving slowly towards the ship, the arms barely touched the surface of the ship’s hull.

“Arms in place Major.” the young man sang out. “Alright bring her in.” the Major stated as she began to leave the CIC. “I am going to meet and greet, once you get her in the hold, play the trailer, then begin to pressurize the docking seals.

With a simple nod, the lieutenant began. The arms large magnets came to life, jolting the ship slightly. The arms carefully retracted the comparatively small vessel towards the starboard docking hatch of the dry dock.

With a touch of the button, once the ship was in place, a small holographic image began to play for the Crew of the Zeus. A young woman, about twenty six years old in appearance, dressed in full Colonial dress Gray stood before the crew.

“Welcome to the United Colonies of Kobol, Leonis Shipyard. Before disembarking we at the Leonis Colony would like to give you a few simple reminders for the duration of your stay here at Leonis.

Artificial Intelligence and all robotics are to be turned off and kept offline during your stay here in the Twelve Colonies. Any infraction of the Anti Cylon laws, may result in but are not limited to the following. Capitol sentencing, seizing of all property, destruction of illegal device, and seizing of all personal assets. Please follow these guidelines to ensure a safer and brighter tomorrow. Again Welcome to the United Colonies of Kobol, Leonis Shipyard.” the young woman in the film said, with a sweet smile, and spoke in the “Please turn off your cell phone” voice that is played before every movie.

Major Webster held the phone to her hand, her fingers gripping it tightly, as the outlying skin began to turn white from the pressure exerted. She listened to the arrogance of the General, who implied heavily that her station was nothing more than a neanderthal docking station, primitive beyond any hope.

Her face somewhat red, she took a deep breath. “General Verneal.” she replied back her thick Caprican accent. “Your information is wrong. We have through great pains in R&D upgraded to slings and catapults. By the way, I am authorized to also give you a technological wonder that it would seem your society has not discovered. It is called bolts, screws and washers. When added to your ship’s frame it should provide enough support to keep that pesky metal fracture problem from happening.”

Verneal smiled "aaah, so that's what we're missing. Understood, over and out for now."



“Welcome to the United Colonies of Kobol, Leonis Shipyard. Before disembarking we at the Leonis Colony would like to give you a few simple reminders for the duration of your stay here at Leonis.

Artificial Intelligence and all robotics are to be turned off and kept offline during your stay here in the Twelve Colonies. Any infraction of the Anti Cylon laws, may result in but are not limited to the following. Capitol sentencing, seizing of all property, destruction of illegal device, and seizing of all personal assets. Please follow these guidelines to ensure a safer and brighter tomorrow. Again Welcome to the United Colonies of Kobol, Leonis Shipyard.” the young woman in the film said, with a sweet smile, and spoke in the “Please turn off your cell phone” voice that is played before every movie.

The bridge crew raised their eyebrows, "good thing we don't use droids... Helm, power down the engines. Lets get ready to beam aboard. Leonis Control, this is Verneal. We request coordinates so we can properly beam over our away team. Chief Jullan, report to Transporter Room three. We'll be over shortly."

Outside of Colonial Space

Aboard his Haywood Dropship, Fleet Admiral/Supreme Admiral Christiaan Balthazar De Bruyn was sitting calmly on his Captain's Chair, reading a copy of Clausewitz's On War. Tired from the ordeal in Melida/Daan, he rather would have wanted to rest, but circumstances dictated otherwise. Thus, he and Admiral Cain, his boss, elected to go to Leonis. She was in a Raptor, of course, making her way via the old Colonial Jump Drives. He would have brought the Big Gun, but propriety--especially that of his assistant Vice Admiral Lyndie Uys and his boss, who was known for shooting threats--dictated he not show off.

Thus he went, keeping up with his boss in the ship. Not built for comfort, it suited him just fine. He was used to the rigors of farm life, and never enjoyed or understood the "Dornalian" need for comfort. A good stout chair was all he needed, and a cup of coffee and the simpler things. The same with Lyndie, admittedly exaggeratedly so. She was standing in the at ease position, and had done so since the beginning of the trip, her giant holster holding the giant revolver she carried prominent to all.

de Bruyn sipped the coffee next to him, and said to Lyndie in frustrated Afrikaans, "Lyndie, you can sit down now. You're making me nervous."

"I cannot, sir," was the terse reply. "I cannot be idle on duty."

"I do not ask you to be idle. I ask you to pull up a chair and sit. In fact, i order you to. Please." De Bruyn looked at his assistant sternly, and with joking eyes.

The proud South African Elf sighed, and said "Aye, sir.". She pulled up a spartan four-legged chair and sat, crossing her arms, fuming.

De Bruyn then switched to English and asked, "Status report, helm?"

"Comrade Admiral, Cain's in our scanners still. We're close to Leonis. ETA Three Minutes."

"Good."

"We're getting a hail, sir. Admiral Cain requests that since you did the job of handling Melida/Daan mostly, she would like you to hail Leonis and get them to let us in. We make the message, we stamp it with our code and then we send it to her and she stamps it."

De Bruyn shrugged and said, "Alright." He then scribbled a message and handed it to the helm.

It read, "From Fleet Admiral De Bruyn, Authorization Code 43012A67J:

Attention Leonis Shipyard. This is Admiral De Bruyn. Arriving to supervise refit of Allied Vessel with Admiral Cain. Request immediate entry."

The helm typed it in, and sent a copy to Cain. She then had her staff make the appropriate adjustments, stamped it with her authorization code and wired it on a secure transmission to Leonis Shipyard, Leonis. It was thus that they entered Leonis, with some warning.

Major Webster held the small black phone to her ear, as the Admiral’s request came over the wireless. Her eyes looked back and forth, as she tried to understand what he was talking about. Cupping the end of the phone she looked at the Lieutenant, who had just completed all docking preparations.

“Got any idea what beaming is?” she asked.

The man just shrugged, “Some sort of draidus maybe? How in the frak should I know?”

She sighed, “This is Leonis Shipyard Actual, please clarify. What do you mean by beaming an away team?” she asked in the phone. As she did, she placed her hand on her forehead gently cupping it, as a brace against the verbal onslaught to come.

Outside Colonial Space.

Admiral Cain sat in one of the seats in the back of the raptor, squirming as her aching back writhed with pain. She did not complain, but inwardly she wished to be out of the ship. Her lower spine, cracked as it fired off another burst of pain.

She closed her eyes, as the pain streaked up her back, and through her neck.

“Helena.... Helena.” the voice of her young sister Lucy cried out. “Don’t leave me Helena.”

Admiral Cain opened her eyes quickly. Leaning forward, she looked out the cockpit window. “How much longer?” she asked the pilot.

“We are approaching Leonis now sir.” the pilot told her as he reached down and pressed the wireless open switch. “Leonis Shipyard, this is Isis Raptor, 53. Requesting permission to dock.

Static came over the com for a moment, then crackled as the young male voice came over the system. “Raptor 53, this is Isis Shipyard. Permission granted. Please dock with docking station twelve. On behalf of the Isis Station, it is a pleasure to have you Admiral.

She leaned back, as her back streaked out in pain once more. “I do hope they do not bring out the honor guard this time. Such parades are unwanted, and a waste of time.”

One of her guards nodded. “Yes sir.”

Major Webster held the small black phone to her ear, as the Admiral’s request came over the wireless. Her eyes looked back and forth, as she tried to understand what he was talking about. Cupping the end of the phone she looked at the Lieutenant, who had just completed all docking preparations.

“Got any idea what beaming is?” she asked.

The man just shrugged, “Some sort of draidus maybe? How in the frak should I know?”

She sighed, “This is Leonis Shipyard Actual, please clarify. What do you mean by beaming an away team?” she asked in the phone. As she did, she placed her hand on her forehead gently cupping it, as a brace against the verbal onslaught to come.

Verneal wasn't surprised that the Colonials had no idea what Beaming was. "The most simplest way of explaining it would be to picture one of your Jump Drives modified so that it can transport people over a vast amount of space instead of ships. If you can't give us coordination, we'll just lock onto your bio-signal and beam into your general area. Hold on, we'll be over shortly." Verneal stepped into the Turbo Lift, and then issued the command for dress uniforms. (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/usaf_uniform.jpg?t=1208494833) Just as he left, another object appeared on the Zeus's scopes. The Shuttle carrying Admiral Craimorn (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/SM_HQ_art.gif?t=1169525033) and Councilor Melisha. (http://im-chat.com/userimg/120/Jedi.jpg)

Melisha piloted the shuttle out of the Necrominus, and flew the shuttle past the Zeus. She shook her head in disgust at the site of several leaky hull fractures. "The most advanced ship in the fleet... Or at least she was suppose to be. Leave it to Verneal to design her without a Drydock."

Craimorn raised his eyebrow, as it is, his other eye was covered with a cybernetic scanner. "Not like he had much of a choice. Besides, may I remind you that it was you who was rushing him to get the task complete. And another note, while you are technically my superior officer, Jorrus has issued orders for me to have Colonial and Dornalian officers arrest you and Verneal should either one of you spark an argument. He refuses to tolerate some of our best officers arguing in front of an allied flag officer."

"I'll keep my tongue tied if he does."

"Zip it. Fleet Admiral Craimorn to Leonis Shipyards, we request permission to dock and meet with General Verneal and party."

The Leonis Shipyards draidus came to life as the three shuttle craft approached. The young lieutenant sitting at the com, stood up nervously as he watched the three unarmed shuttles making their approach.

“What is going on Major?” he asked her as he turned around. “Looks like a massive big wig party.”

She shook her head, “How in the hell am I supposed to know. Last time I was told we were just going to inspect and repair the Zeus. Leave it to the damn Picion’s, Tauronese, and Dornies to leave us in the dark.” she said frustrated by the sudden events thrust upon her that would surely disrupt the work on the station.

She looked up towards the draidus, “Well do not stand there, give them clearance. Frak!.” she said in a rush, as she pushed the open coms on the station. “Attention, attention. All officers and senior Non commissioned officers report to the entry platform for Admiral Cain, Admiral De Bruyn and allied Flag commanders arrival. Dress Greys are mandatary. Repeat All officers and senior Non commissioned officers report to the entry platform for Admiral Cain, Admiral De Bruyn and allied Flag commanders arrival.”

She got up and began to walk out of the CIC. The young man, in the little more than a control tower in an airport looked at her. “Where are you going?”

The major gave him a slight glare, “I am going to meet the Admiralty. Give the Huntaerians, the location of the landing dock, and have them meet us there.

“Yes sir.”

Ten minutes later, Admiral Cain’s raptor landed on the landing bay for the Leonis station. The door hissed, as her guards first walked out, followed by her XO, Colonel Fisk, then herself. As she disembarked, before her and the other shuttles stood a parade of fifty men and women. Some were dressed in orange flight suits, others in Colonial Dress Greys. The Marine guards stood at attention, as did the entire parade before them. Admiral Cain looked around the station, until she noticed the young major, wearing her Dress Grey’s with a yellow sash, and a few decorations. Walking up to her, the Major quickly saluted. Soon the entire parade followed suit in saluting the delegation.

“Admiral Cain, Admiral De Bruyn, and allies of the United Colonies.” the woman spoke loud and clearly at full attention. “On behalf of Leonis Shipyard and the people of Leonis, Welcome aboard.”

“Admiral Cain, Admiral De Bruyn, and allies of the United Colonies.” the woman spoke loud and clearly at full attention. “On behalf of Leonis Shipyard and the people of Leonis, Welcome aboard.”

Out of De Bruyn's ship came first a group of Naval Armsmen, armed sailors tasked with guarding personnel and repelling boarders. Though now considered Colonial, it was clear that they, as "Dornies" were a breed apart. The Armsmen were dressed in their distinctive black "Donald Duck" uniforms, like most Dornalian uniforms an odd mix of Soviet and American styles, including the sailor's cap bearing the name of their home vessel, in this case the Big Gun, with the exception of the Shield Steel vests they wore and their webbing that gave them a tougher appearance. They immediately fanned out and, if almost to show up the Colonials, they moved in picture perfect drill, assembling in Shoulder Arms quickly with the tidy snap of heels.

Then, out came De Bruyn and his adjutant, Lyndie. De Bruyn was much less formal, though he had a bearing about him that respected the dignity of the occasion. However, he was in his black People's Navy dress uniform with peaked cap, although it had pips and features on it that would instantly be recognized as Colonial Fleet--especially that newfangled sun symbol the Quorum rep from Earth proposed and had adopted.

His assistant was similarly attired, though she had a kneelength skirt, the ears of an elf and quite possibly the largest revolver in an open carry holster anyone in the room ever had seen. It almost seemed too big for this otherwise tall, graceful, and mediumbuild woman with a stern look on her face.

When the Leonis delegation gave their welcome, De Bruyn saluted back and said in his distinctive English-Dutch-Germanic "Afrikaner" accent tersely, "Thank you, Major, duly assembled." He then turned to Admiral Cain and his Huntarian counterparts.

At that point, Lyndie saw the Huntarians and thought to herself in Afrikaans, "Huh. Huntarians. Another group of blamed Uitlanders the Lord sent to test my paitence with. Of all of the Uitlanders I have met, I know them the least. Then again, perhaps it is time I understood them. They seem aggressive like Abh, cunning like the Godslasterlik Kreatuurs (OOC: Kythons) and stubborn like the Colonial Uitlanders."

General Verneal and Chief Jullan beamed into the docking bay, meeting up with Cain's shuttle and Admiral Craimorn. They stood at attention as Admiral Craimorn and Councilor Melisha exited their shuttle craft, and as Admiral Cain and De Bruyn. Verneal took a look at the officers present, and when he spotted Cain, his first immediate impression of her was cold hearted bitch and got a similar impression from Lyndie. There was something about the colonists which made him remind of his early days in the Empire's Devil's Ops academy. While he knew that they were much more docile than either the Imperials or the Huntarian Empire, he knew that they were still cold blooded warriors in their hearts. We need allies like those Verneal thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Melisha disembarked from her shuttle and immediately saw a drastic difference between the Colonists and the Dornalians. She looked at De Bruyn and thought I wonder if he can hold his beer well?

Admiral Craimorn however, was impressed with the welcoming committee. He leaned over and whispered into Melisha's ear, "I like these guy's style already."

::You were always one to be easily impressed Admiral.:: Melisha quickly turned her attention to the crowd, "on behalf of the Alliance and the Malkir Council, we thank you for your warm welcome and hope that this project will further strengthen our friendship. It has been a long time since anyone of us has left our little system, let along commence a joint operations." Melisha reached into the back pockets of her robes, and withdrew a specially designed lightsaber (http://www.yourprops.com/norm-46fe7a0e4fa9a-Star+Wars+custom+lightsabers.jpeg). She walked towards Admiral Cain, and presented it to her handle first. "This lightsaber contains one of our most sacred crystals: A blade of pure white energy. Only one person in the Malkir order out of thousands other Masters, Knights, and padawans uses it, and that's Councilor Magriel. Even to date, we know not of any Acolyte or Coredian Jedi who uses this color, due to it's rarity. At last auctioned to a Empire Museum, this crystal was worth approximately 3 trillion credits, which is worth more than an entire training session to ascend to a Malkir or Kirtir Master."

All eyes shifted as the new woman walked closer to Admiral Cain. Her robes, her mannerisms, her look reeked of the force users and their way of life. She moved closer to Admiral Cain, as the guards began to become nervous. Some gripped the handles of their rifles, moving their fingers towards the triggers, although the guns still pointed downward.

Cain watched her come closer. Not that Cain tried to let it show, but she was filled with apprehension as this woman came closer to her, filling the room with her honey coated words. Her pupils constricted as she reached behind her. One of the guards flinched his arm slightly, as if he wanted to take a quick shot at this woman. Cain held her hand out to the guards, palm up, gesturing not to make a move. Although she did wonder what this “jedi” was up to.

When the woman pulled out the lightsaber, and handed it to her handle first, Helena just looked at it. It was beautiful, exquisite in design. A fine gift, to be sure, although the double meaning struck her as odd. It was the weapon of a betrayer, Sith or Jedi, did not matter. Recent events taught her that the two were one in the same. Still though, the Alliance did not seem like the others. Their gift showed how different they were, it showed respect and admiration. Something that this universe seemed to lack in general, it showed trust and friendship.

She reached out, and gently touched the weapon. It was well balanced, the trigger mechanism in the perfect spot, almost as if it were made for her. “Thank you.” she said to the woman dressed like a jedi. “It is a beautiful blade, and I can think of the perfect spot for it.” she said, still astonished that a foreign nation would give her the symbol of a force user, and also that they seemed to be so.... cordial and friendly.

“On behalf of the peoples of the Colonies of Kobol, I would like to thank you for coming here. May this joint project be as precious as your gift, and may a relationship between our people’s be as long lasting as that of the people of Earth and her twelve sisters.” Cain told the precession, honoring both the Huntaerians and the Dornies.

She turned, as a small gap in the parade opened. “Major.” she looked to the commander of the Leonis station. “Is there an area set up for refreshments?” she asked the young woman.

“Aye Sir, the Common area has been set up sir.”

Cain smiled for a moment, as she offered her hand out to her trusted counterpart De Bruyn, and that of the Huntaerian Council. “Very good Major. Please begin the refit ordered immediately.” she said. Turning to the Council of Admirals she waived her hand. “Please come. We have much to discuss about this project.”

Cain smiled for a moment, as she offered her hand out to her trusted counterpart De Bruyn, and that of the Huntaerian Council. “Very good Major. Please begin the refit ordered immediately.” she said. Turning to the Council of Admirals she waived her hand. “Please come. We have much to discuss about this project.”

Naturally, Huntarians being Huntarians and Dornalians being Dornalians, both parties weren't quite at all shocked at the act. The Armsmen at De Bruyn's side merely shrugged, or did nothing when the saber was passed.

De Bruyn nodded and motioned for one of his Armsmen to come follow him. Sure enough, a rather stout fellow formed up with Lyndie and Christiaan De Bruyn, and they went on their way.