NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: For those who have heard on the grapevine, I am making the jump to Future Technology. This here is my intro thread. Note to all MT & PMT nations that I still have outstanding RP's with: I will finish those with you, which is why my MT Factbook is still available. Also, Note 2: You will be ignored if all you want to do is invade. I'm willing to have small battles but as this is only an intro thread I don't particularly want my main cities turned to rubble before the night is over. That Is All. Thank you.

The Ustio System of planets on the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy had long gone undiscovered by outsiders. The inhabitants went about their lives as usual, worshiping on Ustio, training on Hydria, constructing on Corax and eking out a living on the icy wastes of Antoben. They were blissfully unaware of the strangers that would soon approach the system.

On the southern edge of the system, the battleship (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Space_Marine_Battleships) Ryza slid slowly through the inky blackness, observing the mining ships come and go between the mining station Alpha-Omega-Six and the asteroid field A-2. It had been yet another uneventful day aboard Ryza. Aboard the bridge, Brother-Captain Gray stood, bored by the mining ships endless journey back and to between the field and the station. It could not be told whether Gray was tall or not, as his Dark Red Mk.VII Power Armour was not tailored to fit each Marine, just a general size much bigger than any human. But he was most certainly battle weary. During the opening days of the Reclamation of Antoben, Gray fought against the Tau invaders. He recieved several wounds, and they never let him forget that battle.

There was a hiss as the door to the bridge opened. It slid up into the roof. Another Marine entered. This one wore black power armour, decorated with skulls and wearing a helm in the style of a skull. However, his shoulder pad still bore the Raven and Blood Drop of the chapter. He walked up to Gray, removed his helmet and placed it down on a table nearby

"Brother-Chaplain Anais" Gray said as Anais turned to face him "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing Captain, I was just checking up on you - I know that mining duty often gets you down" replied Anais

"No no, it is most important to the Techpriests on Corax that we protect their precious minerals from the raiders" began Gray "Only, there are no raiders - so why are we stationed here?"

"It is not our place to question orders" said Anais, a steely resolve in his voice

"I know that full well, Anais, don't question my loyalty" retorted Gray "I just don't understand why they need the Ryza to defend a perfectly safe trade lane from non-existant raiders. We could be out exploring the Galaxy."

"Well, I will admit, the men are getting restless. They've been on duty now for a good six weeks without R&R" Anais admitted "Maybe I could speak with High Command about getting the men a few days rest"

Gray pondered this thought for a moment. It was true, since Raiders attacked a convoy of minerals moving from A-O-6 to A-2, the Ryza had been posted there to intercept them. Yet even their presence was keeping the raiders at bay. And it had done for about six weeks now.

"Very well" Gray said finally, turning to Anais "You would know them best of all"

"Captian" said Anais, picking up his helmet to leave. Gray turned back to the mining ships, once again watching them make their perilous journey.

OOC: As you may have guessed, I have a liking of Warhammer 40,000

Within the system there would be a sudden energy spike followed quickly by a gravatational rift. A large black hole had formed, blue energy arcing out and around it. A group of three ships emerged from it and the rift quickly closed. An Explorer, a Scouter, and a frigate. The Explorer was the first ship to move forward while the frigate followed closely. The Scouter broke off just a bit to take a closer look at other things in the system. Scans were picking up multiple energy signatures, looked like an inhabited system. Well there was nothing to do but puch onwards and meet the owners.

OOC: What does everyone got against the Tau, huh?

IC:

"In the name of the Emperor, surrender your vessel, and prepare to be boarded!" The message came through the vox-link of the single raider vessel as it darted away from the Angenterian Imperial ships. It was a light vessel, able to travel at high velocity, and it's guns could cripple most targets before they had the chance to strike back.

Most targets, however, didn't include the Imperial Navy.

Behind the raider vessel flew two Angenterian destroyers (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/6/64/ExorcistClassGrandCruiser.JPG), it's engines attempting to give chase to the raiders. But they were clearly losing the race. They were designed for shooting, not chasing.

The raider captain gave a slight nod to his bridge crew, and the vessel's warp-engines came to life, propelling it into Warp Space.

"Frak!" Captain Tobias shouted, as he slammed his gloved fist on the armrest of his command pulpit. "Calculate the trajectory, and give chase!"

"Yes, sir!" Came the response. The two Angenterian ships slowed down as power surged through their warp engines came to life, entering the Warp at the same trajectory of the pirates.
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A few minutes later...

The raider vessel's warp engines began to slow down, as the ship shot out of the Warp. In front of them was some sort of asteroid fleld. Good. That was just what they needed. Asteroids would screw with the Angenterian auspex scans, making them hard to detect. Unless, of course, the Angenterians were stupid enough to try to follow them in. The engines flashed, as the raider vessel shot into the asteroid field, unaware of the mining station and ships already inside.

"Sir, multiple energy signatures on long range scans!" called in a young marine sat at his scanning computer

"Can it Will, it's just the mining ships moving in and out of the field" Gray replied

"No sir, these ships are beyond the field. It's a little hazy, but i'd say one small craft just entered the field, and two larger craft are waiting at the other side" the scanner replied hurridly

"God, give me strength" whispered Gray as he walked down to the scanner "Let me see it, Will". The young man moved the screen to show Gray. He studied it for a moment, then stood upright

"By God, you're right" Gray said, astounded. He pressed a finger against his ear, activating the vox-link "This is Captain Grey. All hands go to battle stations. Prepare for intercept of unknown vessels. Chaplain Anais, come to the bridge"

As his booming voice echoed throughout the ship, the thunderous roar of hundreds of people running to their stations drowned him out. Pilots rushed to their Gunships, Marines grabbed weapons off gun racks and the ships on-board weapon systems flickered to life.

Anais walked into the bridge

"What -" he began

"Unknown vessels, beyond the asteroid field. Normal scans can't pick them up but those new long range scanners can just about make them out" Gray interuppted

Anais looked taken aback. He stood a moment, speechless. Finally, he found some words

"Very well, go ahead"

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On the other side of the System, scans from Antoben began picking up an energy disturbance not far from the planet. The Tau, currently operating on the planet's moon Deno, picked it up first. They dispatched an Emissary Class Starship (http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/acatalog/emissary2store.jpg) to investigate the disturbance.

OOC: I used to collect Tau, before the badassedness of the Commisars got me into IG.

IC: "Command, this is Isen Dawn." The Nuubari class frigate had just dropped out of warp for a extremely vexing reason. Captain Firums held his hand to his forehead as he spoke from the command chair. "We were not informed that there was an asteroid field in our flight path." No response. "If it wasn't for the promixity security system we would have been killed!"
"Sir, one of the Relay Buoy's must be broken."
"Aye. Navigation, where are we?"
"Relatively uncharted territory. The Orum Conglomerate had been here untill about 4 cycles ago."
"So, that'd be why. They must have some jamming equiptment left in the field or something."
"It is possible commander."
"Very well. Launch a probe into the field, scan everything."
"Yessir." A few minutes later, from one of the underbelly hanger bays, a USP (http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/UAID.jpg) (Unnmaned Space Probe) dropped out, floated for a moment, then shot foward leaving an eerie green trace behind it, darting through the asteroids and scanning the entire field for signals.

Update protocol 05984485356953, vary situational scenarios, scanning now...
Scanning complete
Detection
Greywatch Scouter
Detection
Greywatch frigate
Detection
Greywatch Explorer
Detection
Unknown
Likely class: Battleship
Detection
Unknown
Likely class: Destroyer
Detection
Unknown
Likely class: Destroyer
Detection
Unknown
Likely class: Corvette
...
Multiple static spatial structures detected at system positions
Analysis: Inhabited
Query: Hostilities?
Unknown
Deactivate stealth sequence
Await further data for affirmative or negative of Query
Decloaking now

The little Twilight class spy ship (http://premium1.uploadit.org/MaxOutrider/ShipImages/Marauder-Corvette.jpg) became visible, several AU out from the activity within the system. The vessel was one of two android-controlled scout craft dispatched by the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia to initiate First Contact and generally explore the galaxy while keeping the military forces close to home. So far the mission had been a great success, with over half a dozen species contacted or at least recorded in the database, and a colony had even come out of it. Once more the artificial construct was confronted with aliens (or were they humans?) in this star system, and it knew it's programming. Initiate peaceful relations with unknown quantities if possible, and if such was not possible gather as much data as possible, preferably information of a military nature, on said unknowns.
A message was broadcast on all bands:
Greetings to the inhabitants of this sector of space. I am Unit 9511726 from the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. May I request a peaceful meeting to assess the viability of opening diplomatic relations?

"Sir, we've got an approaching ship on sensors. How shall we respond?" Said the tactical officer aboard the Explorer. The captain shrugged, "Put it up on screen. Tell the frigate to halt and the Scouter to stay close to us."
"Aye sir. Anything else?"
"No, let them come to us, pushing further may be seen as hostile."
Very quickly, all the Greywatch ships came to a halt, making sure that shields were on full. Weapons were deactivated for the time being, no need to get anyone riled up.

The raider ship continued it's approach, unaware of the ships scrambling to meet up with it. Their long-range auspex scans, distorted from the interference of the asteriods, couldn't pick up anything anyway. But the raiders weren't inexperienced. A life of piratry and raiding had made their senses sharp, and those senses were telling them something was not right.

The raider's void-shields came to life, and power surged through their weapon systems. They moved to the far side of an asteroid, making use of the natural cover.
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"An asteroid field?" Captain Tobias looked out over the thousands of rocks that churned around in an endless dance.

"Yes, sir, it seems the pirates have taken cover in the field."

Tobias sighed. Going in there after them would be suicide. The Angenterian destroyers were too big to navigate correctly in there. They would be torn up by the rocks. If only they had brought smaller ships. As expected, their auspex scans were too distorted to make anything out correctly.

"Sit tight for the moment." Tobias ordered. "As soon as it leaves the field, we'll find th-

"Incoming contacts!" An auspex operator shouted.

"More pirates?" Tobias cursed under his breath. They could have been led into a trap.

"I can't tell, the scans are being distorted. But there are unidentified craft heading this way!"

"Raise void-shields, and power weapons."

"Bloody hell" came the voice of the scanner operator "Sir, two more signals just came up on long range scans"

"What?" asked Gray, looking down at the screen "Where the hell are they all coming from?"

Anais came over to him "Do you think they are hostile?"

Gray shrugged "Could be"

The giant screen on the wall of the room lit up. A man's face appeared on it. He had a chiselled face, which appeared to taper to a point. He wore a peaked cap and an eye patch over his left eye

"Govenor Mirox?" Gray asked, puzzled

"Hello Captain" Mirox replied "I recieved the report that you had scanned several unidentified craft by A-O-6, and the King has ordered me to observe what happens"

"Does he no longer trust me?" asked Gray

"No, he wanted someone to be there in case this is a first contact from beyond our solar system, so you don't get trigger happy. I'll be landing shortly". Abruptly, the video cut out.

"Great" said Gray, pressing his ear again "To all crews, remain on standby but do not fire on any craft without my express order"

The drone constantly reported it's findings in a strange chattering (http://www.chienworks.com/~aramisangel/sw/sounds/probot.wav) noise, which the ships AI translated into english. It was relatively the same thing, stating what material the asteroids were made of before one passed by, extremely quickly, but it was enough to grab the attention of the captain.
"Isen, relay that last one."
"Detected. Non-natural space debris. Organic life detected. Structure indicates space station. Detected. Non-natural space debris. Organic life deteced. Structure indicates battleship. Unknown origin."
"Thats the one. A station and a battleship, eh? Orum Conglomerate?"
"No sir. Unknown origin." The AI spoke with an air of distaste. It did so dislike humans. "The library banks have no record of this particular build of ship, nor life sign. Although they do seem to be humanoid in genetic make up. Probably another race of you talking monkeys."
"What was that, Isen?"
"Nothing, sir." the AI said sweetly. "Shall I attempt to make contact?"
"No. Keep the drone in range, move it closer to the station. See if they fire on it or not. We can't call reinforcements without that relay buoy."

The drone finally gained a set course, making a beeline for the stations proximity, it's one laser cannon powered down.

Things were a bit hectic aboard The Affliction, a Death (http://img262.imageshack.us/my.php?image=galleonxq0qj9rg8.jpg)-Class Battleship and the flagship of the Imglotian 5th Expeditionary Fleet. Admiral Loki Wright, the commander of both the ship and the fleet, was sleeping, but his rest was soon punctuated by a scrambling signals officer.

"Sir!" The commander knocked at Wright's door which caused the admiral's eyes to open. He found himself staring at the ignited lights, and promptly closed them again.

"Report!" he called back groggily, but authoritatively at the same time.

"Possible incursion into Imglot space, sir! We have multiple unknown battlegroups, all ready to fight. Shields are up on -- hold on." Another messenger, junior to the sigoff, threw a sheet into his hands. "Reclassify, sir -- two hostile and powered up, one in observation, and several independent Intships gathering data, judging from emissions."

"How close to Tigeria?" Wright asked, sitting up.

"We're something less than 1 LY from Imglot, sir."

Cursing angrily, the admiral threw himself off of the bed and snatched his jacket from the hook by the door; he had been otherwise fully dressed.

"Light up all weapons systems on all ships. Shields up, sensors microwaving the targets -- everything." As he entered the bridge, Wright noticed a curious thing on his monitor. Tapping keys, he brought up an image on the massive primary display. There was no mistaking Greywatch ships.

"De-target those," Wright said quietly. The sensors were disengaged from Imglot's distant allies and sometime-acquaintances, and turned onto the remaining threats. Xiscapia also had a presence, judging from the message being received by their systems.

"Xiscapia," Wright said into his lapel mic, which transmitted into space, "this is the 5th Imglot Fleet. Some of these observers are VERY hostile. I recommend you stay on your toes, or if not, allow us to."

He then redirected to the galactic newcomers, who apparently had something to do with the mining ships that were scrambling around. "Fleet, we know not what to call you, but be aware that you encroach on the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger. If this is in error, we apologize. Irregardless, be aware that some very angry people have you targeted at the moment -- and we have them targeted in return."

Query: Response?
Negative
How rude
...
Receiving transmission
"Xiscapia, this is the 5th Imglot Fleet. Some of these observers are VERY hostile. I recommend you stay on your toes, or if not, allow us to."
Query: Source?
Imglotian
Current Status: Neutral
Scenerio playback
Answer with message

The Affliction would receive a packet which allowed the android's voice, soft and lilting though nevertheless with a slight undertone of mechanical harshness, to be heard on the bridge of the vessel, should they choose to receive it:
"Greetings, Commander of the Imglot Fifth Fleet. I am Unit 9511726, an android of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. May I inquire at to exactly which parties are, quote unquote, 'very hostile' and how I may avoid any unpleasant conflicts which may impend diplomatic relations with any parties?"

Wright blinked, taken aback at the transmission. Which are very hostile? Really?

"Sir, the transmission appears to be synthetic in nature." An ensign poked at some buttons on his Electronic Warfare station. "It's either machine or cyborg-made."

Sighing, Wright slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Really, Sparky? You need me to tell you? Okay, here." His fingers flew across the holographic keyboard and like that, the coordinates of the ships which had further been ID'ed by their databanks as possibly Angenterian. "Okay, 'bot, here you go -- the ships with shields on full blast and their weapons visibly charging. I think that's a fairly concrete indication of unfriendliness."

Receiving transmission
"Okay, 'bot, here you go -- the ships with shields on full blast and their weapons visibly charging. I think that's a fairly concrete indication of unfriendliness."
'Very hostile' vessels found
Two destroyer type craft
Shields and weapons are online

"I can see why these ships would be considered 'very hostile.' However, if you make a close scan, which you may be unable to do, you will see a small vessel, probably a corvette class, fleeing the two 'very hostile' ships. Undoubtedly the 'very hostile' ships are in pursuit of this corvette class, and may be unaware or uncaring that they have violated the territory of another. Therefore hypothesis can only be drawn off insufficient data, which may lead to a false conclusion involving the 'very hostile' ships and their intentions. However, I am grateful for the data you have provided me with, and I will forward you any data my own sensors pick up in the area."

Amongst the larger warships that drifted through the area of space that so suddenly seemed so filled with warships of various degrees, few would notice the smaller ship enter space. It was tiny in comparison to the other vessels, a mere shuttle. It was painted in neutral grey colours, devoid of ensignia, weapons or any real life signs. However, once people began to scan the vessel, they would find a cloak, they would find shields and weapons. They would also find one statis chamber and a rather advanced propulsion system.

In the dark of the shuttle, nothing stirred other than a few lights flashing on various panels. In the back of the shuttle, where there should have been cargo, there was a large stasis chamber, filled with the frame of one Alversian soldier still in his battle armour, carbine mounted on the side.

Then, in the darkness, an image flickered to life. It was a female. She was shortish, smaller than the average Alversian, with a slender figure and short blue hair. This was not unusual however, as her entire body was a blue, translucent hue. She looked to the console for a moment and her blue eyebrows furrowed into a frown before looking to the stasis chamber. The green light above it turned to a flashing yellow and she gave a satisfied nod. For now, the shuttle would sit and watch. She would sit and watch until she had instructions.

"All crew have reported to battle stations."

"Void-shields are at maximum!"

"Lance batteries are armed and ready!"

"Lascannons fully charged!"

"Gunnery crews report missiles and torpedoes have been loaded and are ready to fire!"

The sounds of acknowledgments rang across the bridge of the Angenterian vessel, as the two ships prepared for possible battle. Tobias crossed his arms, waiting for anything coming their way.

"Captain, incoming battlegroup!"

"A pirate fleet?!"

"No, sir..." The officer paused as the auspex scanners ID' the newcomers. "Scans show that these ships belong to the Imglot Empire!"

"Imglots?" Captain Tobias said aloud. "What the hell are they doing here?

"Apparently, it's their territory, sir." The officer noted, reading off a transmission being sent to other ships.

"Open transmission!"

"Sir!" The officer shouted in affirmative. There was a small beeping noise. "...Channel open."

Imglot Fleet,
The is the Captain Tobias of the ship Noble Beneficence, from the Angenterian Imperial Navy, Battlefleet Tarsis. We apologize for this intrusion of space, but have come in pursuit of a fleeing pirate vessel, which has taken refuge in the asteroid field.

The cold emptiness of space had seemingly got warmer as more civilizations are found within the galaxy. At the same time however new threats would also emerge, it was the job of ZAFT, the military arm of Spit Break to protect there civilization. Spit Break however was a name only in text books ever since that tiny nation from earth took to the stars many hundreds of years ago they settled on a new home Empyion, to preserve the Ecology of the planets in its territory only Agricultural production and housing were permitted on colonized worlds. The majority of people lived on space colonies, giant floating homes in space called PLANT's.

In order to find out what was going on in the galaxy a branch of the military's intelligence departed was created called the Deep Space Surveillance Department which used long range satellites and deep space patrols to explore the galaxy. One such patrol was the 17th Deep space recon group made up of 1 Phoenix class Battlestar (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d139/ZAFT20/Nation%20States/PheonixClassBattleStar.jpg), 2 Tiger class destroyers (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d139/ZAFT20/Nation%20States/tigerclass.jpg), and 2 Replenisher class supply ships (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d139/ZAFT20/Nation%20States/replenisher.jpg).

While on patrol blips began showing up one after another from deep space from high powered sensor pings. On board the Twilight (Phoenix class) it was a normal day until those blips showed up. The officer at the control of the sensors saw the blips and then consulted the ships AI which oddly enough was named Phoenix just like the class of ship he was on "Phoenix, analyze sensors blips given current data"

"Blips are relative in size, shape and mass to artificially made craft ranging from fighters to battleships and space stations as classified by Article 4 of space contact"

"hmm, Phoenix can you tell if there all the same race or not?"

"From shape it can be guessed that there are multiple civilizations involved"

"Any weapons fire?"

"Energy signatures to week to tell from this distance"

"better report this up" he said quickly turning around to face the rest of the bridge "Captain, new contacts large number of ships baring Five-Two-Six mark Eight multiple factions involved hostility unknown" he shouted out across the bridge. The captain quickly looked at the projection of the region in the middle of the bridge. He then called for Phoenix, a projections appeared of the visual form of the AI, a woman in her mid 20's.

"Phoenix suggested course of action?" the captain asked as he and his XO observed the moving blips on the large projection. Phoenix walked around the table seemingly observing the same thing before stopping right beside the XO "fire up the FTL and jump in to check it out" she told them both based on all the programming that made up her "Agree'd put us at condition yellow just to be on the safe side as well I think captain" the XO added to her analysis.

The captain nodded his head "Vary well, Phoenix contact your counter parts on the other ships move the force to formation Y and have all ships prepare to jump." he ordered. Phoenix bowed and disappeared to carry out the orders, the ship quickly went to condition yellow which put all pilots on stand by and hanger deck crews prepare all craft for instant launch. Within the next 49 seconds the fleet was ready within the average time. The fleet then fired up the FTL drive, jumped and seconds later reappeared at the edge of the system.

"Sir, other ships appearing on sensors. Really long distance, they appear to be on the other side of the system."
"What have you got?"
"Xiscapian craft, looks like the one that was used when they found our system."
"Interesting, and the others?"
"There's an Angenterian vessel, make that two. Imglots claiming its their space or at least close to their space... nothing new there."
"Their space? Whatever, I'll believe that when the final reports check out. What else?"
Well, there's the craft approaching us. There seem to be mining vessels near an asteroid belt further in. And we have at least two unIDed forces."
"Fantastic, this'll be fun. When we find the owners of the system, I want to make it clear we are not hostile. This situation looks alightly volatile."

"Sir, more scanner contacts" reported the scanner operator

"Yes, I should have guessed" replied Gray. The door to the bridge slid open again. This time, a man of a much shorter stature walked in

"Governor" Gray addressed him

"Good day Captain" replied Mirox "I've called for backup, the Star Phantom's battleship Tyrant and her escorts will be joining us shortly"

"Why did you do that?" asked Gray

"Did you not hear the transmissions?" Mirox asked, puzzled "Although the majority of these ship appear to be friendly, a group of warships from somewhere called IMGLOT are claiming that this is their territory"

"What?!" said Gray, an anger rising in his voice

"Calm down Captain, that is why I have called for backup. These IMGLOTs seem to think they can claim the system and we won't do a thing about it, that we're pushovers" Mirox told them "You're going to be here to show them the error of their ways - by force, if neccessary"

"Well, it beats being a traffic warden" proclaimed Gray. Mirox gave him a stern look.

"Indeed" he said "I have already sent messages to those who have contacted us declaring the King's will"

"Which is?" asked Gray

"That we are to welcome others with open arms - and defend our home from any who try to take it" said Mirox

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From it's docking point at Hades Station, Tyrant slid into the murky darkness of space, heading to reinforce Ryza

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TO: Unit 9511726, Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
FROM: Govenor Mirox, Head Of Intergalactic Relations
SUBJECT: Diplomatic Relations

We would be happy to engage in diplomatic talks. It has been a long time since we had any kind of visitors. If you have dignitaries, please direct them to Yarrick Station, orbiting the moon of the second planet.

It was not long before the blue lady had seen enough going on around her. She turned back to the statis chamber to see that the yellow flashing light above it had turned to red, indicating that the chamber was now switched off and that it's occupent would soon be amongst the living again.
"Lieutenant?" She asked in a sweet voice. There was no reply.

"Lieutenant Hamill?" She tried again. Again there was no reply.

"Wake up!" The holographic girl seemd to lose her temper, "We have a first contact mission here!"

"Wha?" The man stood up at last, dressed in the armour of the Alversian Marines, he shook his head to clear it, brushed his brown hair out of the way and looked to the hologram with an amused smile,

"Did you get bored without me?" He asked, teasingly.

"No," The Hologram seemed shocked by the suggestion. Then she paused, "Maybe a little."

"You could have woken me at any time you know, Lara, I wouldn't have minded" Hamill stated as he settled himself into the cockpit controls of the shuttle and looked out into space at all the various vessels. He gave a low whistle,
"Was space always this crowded?" he asked. Lara shook her blue head,

"It is a new species we have discovered. It seems like we are not the only ones to do so, nor are we the first"

"Then let's go and say hello," He grinned again as he set about sending a message.

"To the Natives of this sector of space. This is the Alversian People's Scout Ship Aurora, wondering as to the possibility of opening diplomatic relations between yourselves and the People's Republic.

"Then let's go and say hello," He grinned again as he set about sending a message.

"To the Natives of this sector of space. This is the Alversian People's Scout Ship Aurora, wondering as to the possibility of opening diplomatic relations between yourselves and the People's Republic".

Mirox looked at his wearable as another message came in

"Hmm, Alversia" he said as he composed his message

TO: APSS Aurora
FROM: Govenor Mirox, Head Of Intergalactic Relations
SUBJECT: Diplomatic Relations

We would be happy to engage in diplomatic talks. It has been a long time since we had any kind of visitors. Diplomatic talks are being conducted on Yarrick Station, orbiting the second planet's moon.

Wright's eyes widened angrily. Were they to be ignored? He called his navigations officer over, one Captain Michael Donus.

"Captain," he said tersely to the navigator, "Call up the star maps and check our relative position to the Tigerian system."

Donus nodded and stepped over to his station, which he linked to the main holographic display. Now superimposed in three dimensions over the visual feed which showed two corvettes following a pirate ship was a galactic star map. Parts of it were blank, but there was a large area known around a bright orange dot. Tigeria.

Several diagnostic messages showed themselves, numbers flashing in the corners of the display, as the image resolved. The computer plotted the current coordinates of all known Tigerian ships, and ID'd the others as possible; Angenterian, Xiscapian, and two unknown groups. Wait... there was one on the other side of this system.

The map zoomed in then, and Wright had a clear view of the 11-strong Imglot fleet, and the various groups arrayed about the map. Sure enough, Tigeria was in a system only half a light-year away. A tiny distance, considering.

Nodding to Donus, Wright sent the map to all parties that remained nonhostile. "I believe you have mistaken our intentions, friends," Wright said as amiably as possible. "After learning of the situation, we no longer seek to destroy anyone. It was but concern that this is very close to our home -- as you can see in our map, and you can independently verify on your own. We welcome a newcomer to the intergalactic world, especially one that will be our neighbor. That being said, any who engage in hostilities at this moment - the exception being our sometimes-friends, the Angenterians, engaging their fugitives - will be held to account for war instigation as defined by the Imglotian law, which is itself a derivative of Galactic Law, and we will cease hostilities of our own accord. We, however, will not attack unless provoked."

To Ustio North (ooc: sorry, forgot your nation's FT name D: ), Wright added, "Please, friends, stand down. We will be happy to open diplomatic channels. If you are to be our new neighbors, we must establish how far our lands extend -- we wouldn't like for you to come across a commander who is more short-tempered than myself and start a war. You are currently outside Tigerian territory, and we strive to make that clear. Please do not make rash decisions that will lead to bloodshed; our Navy has had that happen once too many times."

"Sir, transmission from IMGLOT forces" reported the communications officer

"Bring it up on screen" Gray told him. He watched the transmission, then pressed his finger to his ear "To all crew. Stand down from battle stations. All offensive weaponry will be powered down. Void Shields and Defensive batteries remain at full power"

He turned to Mirox

"Will you be meeting them?" he asked

"Mm, yes I will" replied Mirox "Ready my shuttle"

OOC: My FT name will simply be Ustio.

"Sir, it seems the situation has calmed down."
"Your sure of this?"
"No one is powering weapons. At least not within range of us, sir."
"Very well. Order to drone to send out the usual greetings message."
"Wilco."

A small holographic man, extremely out of place in the space station as he wore a 1800s style top hat and coat, appeared on one of the station's monitors.
"Greetings, unknown race. As this is presumably our two nation's first official contact, I welcome you into galactic politics. I am sent from the Void Templar Navy patrol craft Isen Dawn. As you may well be wondering why we are here, there was a major raider base in the area that we took out a few weeks back, and we were here to patrol the zone. Might a proper diplomatic meeting take place?"

Receiving Transmission...
TO: Unit 9511726, Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
FROM: Govenor Mirox, Head Of Intergalactic Relations
SUBJECT: Diplomatic Relations

We would be happy to engage in diplomatic talks. It has been a long time since we had any kind of visitors. If you have dignitaries, please direct them to Yarrick Station, orbiting the moon of the second planet.
Responding with message...
Many thanks for your kind hospitality. I regret the circumstances under which I arrive, but I am sure peaceful negotiations can resolve any problems. I am en route to Yarrick Station now.
The scout rolled in space, turning to glide away towards the second planet, constantly scanning the area. If fighting started it needed to be out of the way: It was a spy ship, not a fighter, and possessed only enough armament for self-defense. The craft slowly approached the base, thrusters burning brightly in the inky blackness, moving to find a dock or hanger to land in.

OOC: Ustio, what happened to the ship you sent my way?

"Incoming transmission." One of the officer's reported.

After learning of the situation, we no longer seek to destroy anyone. It was but concern that this is very close to our home -- as you can see in our map, and you can independently verify on your own. We welcome a newcomer to the intergalactic world, especially one that will be our neighbor. That being said, any who engage in hostilities at this moment - the exception being our sometimes-friends, the Angenterians, engaging their fugitives - will be held to account for war instigation as defined by the Imglotian law, which is itself a derivative of Galactic Law, and we will cease hostilities of our own accord. We, however, will not attack unless provoked.

"Can we confirm that?" Captain Tobias asked.

"Yes, sir. It seems they're not lying. Well, not about their home planet's location, anyway."

"I see..."

"What shall we do with the aliens, sir?"

"Send an envoy to meet with them. The rest of us will focus on the raiders here."

"Yes, sir."

A transmission was sent on all frequencies,

To whom it may concern,
We would be more then glad to engage in diplomatic relations. Our envoy is standing by to receive docking coordinates.

"What about the pirates?"

"We have them trapped in there. Let's play the waiting game with them for now."

(OOC: Ustio, TG coming your way.)

Wright wiped his brow, which had become sweaty without him noticing. Disaster averted. It seemed to be a hallmark of his nation to start fights through the simplest of misunderstandings.

"We also will be willing to participate in diplomatic talks," the Admiral spoke into his transmitter. "If there is an agreed meeting ground, I will be thrilled to personally join whoever should come in discussing the galaxy's state of affairs." He turned to Donus. "Captain, ready my shuttle, and a guard of four Champions. It's time to discuss politics. Open up a Slipspace-Burst transmission line with Tigeria for the purpose of discussing developments and transmitting messages."

OOC: Ustio, what happened to the ship you sent my way?

OOC: Ah, sorry. I kinda forgot during the confusion. I'll do it now.

The Emmissary Class Starship floated slowly towards the source of the disturbance. Soon, three contacts appeared on the ships scanners, and before long were in visual range. The grey skinned Tau occupants began monitoring the ships as they got closer. They had sent a message back to Ustio concerning the disturbance, and had been told to send a message to any friendly explorers to meet on Yarrick Station. Shas'O Dynerah watched the ships from the bridge of the ship. He turned to the tall Air Caste sat to the side of him

"Send the message"
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The small shuttle flew put towards Yarrick Station. The station, a huge Ramilies Class Star Fort (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Ramilies), hung in orbit above Hydria's moon Artorius. It looked impossible, such a massive station seemingly suspended in mid-air. The shuttle docked with the station.
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Gray and Anais watched the conference room from their command centre behind a one way window. They could see Govenor Mirox inside, flanked by two Blood Raven Veterans. Anais spoke, but did not avert his gaze from the Governor

"You seem tense, Brother" he said "What is troubling you?"

Gray looked up at him for a moment, but Anais did not return the look

"I don't know" he said, looking back at the room "Something doesn't feel right"

"Sir, a message back. They're willing to meet us onboard their station."
"Excellent. Get a Roc ready down in the hangar, tell them I'm coming down now. Havish, your in command now."
"Sir." Firmus pulled himself out of the seat, then got into the elevator which shot down to the hangar bay.

A few minutes later, a Roc (http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/8941/92421640yv6.jpg) VIP shuttle dropped out of the underbelly hangar and made it's way to the station. The captain sat in the back with 2 Marine guards.

Once the Explorer recieved the message, the Scouter was quick to dock inside of it. The group of two now pushed forward toward the coordinates provided. Once both were close enough, a shuttle was prepared and a diplomat was sent to the station they'd been told to meet at. So far so good. The shuttle exitted the Exlporer and made its way to the station, it followed all instructions given to it by its hosts and touched down where directed.

The scout set down in the designated landing point inside the enormous station, settling easily, black sides reflecting the lights inside, almost insect-like. The hatch disengaged with a hiss as oxygen escaped, cockpit raising, and a figure stood up inside of it, lithely jumping to the deck. It was obviously an android (http://www.konami.jp/gs/game/negima/vol1/pic/chara_chachamaru.gif), female, but this was not human. Aside from the two 'ear' appendages atop the head it, or for convenience, she, possessed a pair of large fox ears just behind them. Her eyes were a deep pupiless blue, teeth pointed like that of a predatory animal when exposed, but the most striking feature was the silky fox tail that twitched behind her, a vast, almost disproportionate plume. Her hair and fur appeared to be real, or such good synthetics that it could not be seen merely from observation that it was different, and she carried a katana sword sheathed in a milky white scabbard on her hip. This was her only visible weapon.

The construct bowed to whoever was waiting to welcome her. "Greetings," one could tell her voice was robotic, "I am Unit 9511726 of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"I am Sam, Assistant to the Governor" said the man wating in the landing bay "If you wish to meet him, please proceed through the doors behind me to the conference room.

OOC: Sorry it's short, but i've just run out of time. I'll be on tomorrow.

Upon receiving proper coordinates, a small shuttle exited the hanger of the Angenterian ship, escorted by two interceptor craft. It carried a officer by the name of Lieutenant Miranda Notham (http://fc98.deviantart.com/fs36/i/2008/285/2/6/Far_From_Sight_by_sauronmrc.png), and her adjutant, Lieutenant Junior Grade Nick Roberts (http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p98/l33t-h4x0r/LtRoberto.png), clad in their brand new Naval uniforms. The Imperial Navy recently decided to change the look of their officer's uniforms, adopting pressed black uniforms instead of the classical green shipboard fatigues. All in all, it made them look a hell of a lot more menacing then before.

The shuttle glided through space, as it reached toward the station ahead.

"Right, it seems we are to head to this station for Diplomatic relations," Hamill sighed as he looked at the message. With that, their vessel turned and headed off deeper into Ustio space, towards the station from which they would be able to make the first contact with this new people.

Once the Twilight and the other ships were at the edge of the system they proceeded in Y formation into the system. Y formation meant the destroyers were out front in a Y pattern relative to the Twilight and the supply ships would hug the under side of the Twilight for protection by being inside it's shield bubble. Phoenix dropped into the bridge with the senior officers "No weapons fire, i'd say this looks like a peaceful meeting looks like a good first contact" she said to them.

"Excellent, send the standard greeting, we don't want them to think we are hostile, once we are closer in we can begin talking with them"

"Right away captain" Phoenix responded before simply turning her head and activating the right pathways in the ship to send the message.



Greetings, We do not come here for violence.
We are ZAFT the defenders of our homeland
and are seeking new friends in the universe.
We will be closing in to have formal face
to face talks shortly we look forward to our meeting.

"Just what the hell is that?" Admiral Wright asked no one in particular as the space fortress - there was no other way to put it - came into sight. "How could a fledgling interstellar nation come so close to our borders with that sort of construction?" Shaking his head, Wright followed the hallways of the Affliction to its small hangar, which contained an Andromeda-Type Small Transport (http://howtobedolce.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/spacemarines_485.jpg). Waiting in the bay were four soldiers clad in Champion-Type Powered Armor (http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/3/9/28/f_Championm_3f58035.jpg). The Admiral nodded to them, and joined them as they filed into the small shuttle. The pilot promptly closed up and took off, and they made their way towards the massive space station.

"This is 'Affliction-Sub-1', requesting clearance for boarding," the pilot said into his headset. Now it was time for the waiting game.

Yarrick Station...
"Thank you, Sam," The android smiled without emotion, and walked past him to the doors indicated. The movement looked natural, no clanking or jerky movement...too natural, even, overly graceful, inhuman. The sleek deep blue jumpsuit was sterile and unmarred by dirt or regular biological emissions like sweat, and the figure beneath had curves in all the right places, but you would no more cuddle this thing than one would a battle droid.

"'Affliction-Sub-1', clearance granted. Proceed to dock three"
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As the android entered the room, Govenor Mirox moved to greet her

"Welcome to Yarrick Station" he said, stepping forward "I am Govenor Mirox, His Lordship's Head of Intergalactic Relations". He offered his hand, asking as he did "And to whom do I owe this pleasure?"

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Anais and Gray continued to watch as the Xiscapian Android entered the room

"An android" said Gray, bemused

"Space travel can be long and arduous" replied Anais "It seems a sensible idea"

Gray merely grunted in reply.

It was not long before the shuttle arrived at the station, not dissimiliar in size to it's Xiscapian counter-part. With that, Hamill, donned his rifle and looked at Lara,
"You coming too?" he asked the hologram.
She shook her head and smiled, "I'll leave the boring discussion up to you. I'll stay and look after the shuttle".
"You're such a great help, Lara, I can see I'm in good hands with you." he grinned at her as he sent another message to the station.

This is the APSS Aurora, requesting permission to beam aboard
the station Yarrick for diplomatic relations.

This is the APSS Aurora, requesting permission to beam aboard
the station Yarrick for diplomatic relations.

APSS Aurora, Permission Granted, Beam Aboard When Ready
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Gray looked up at the screen as it flickered to life. It showed the teleport room. A man, wearing red robes (http://fallout.bethsoft.com/images/art/fallout3concept/concept11B.jpg) like Sam did, stood waiting to greet the visitor.

Hamill sighed and looked to Lara, who was now sitting in the pilot's chair, watching him with a one track intensity. She smiled at his nervous expression.
"Well, goodbye." She grinned, "Good luck. I'll be here when you come back."

"You'd better not touch my stuff," Hamill joked to disguise his nervousness, "I'll know if you have."

"No you won't." The AI responded by sticking her tongue out in a childish manner. Then, without even touching anything, she activated the transporter and Hamill was aboard the Station. He looked around nervously for signs of contact, hand hovering over his service pistol in case things suddenly got nasty.

"I am Unit 9511726 of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia, Governor," She shook his hand firmly before releasing and bowing in the traditional fashion. "I am very pleased to make First Contact with you and your people."

"I am Unit 9511726 of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia, Governor," She shook his hand firmly before releasing and bowing in the traditional fashion. "I am very pleased to make First Contact with you and your people."

Mirox returned the bow "Indeed, it is a pleasure to finally meet people from outside our system. How far have you travelled to get here?"

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As Hamill appeared in the Teleport Room, the man in red robes stepped forward

"Welcome To Yarrick Station, Mr...?" he said

<Greywatch shuttle reporting in. Where do you want us?>

<Greywatch shuttle reporting in. Where do you want us?>

Greywatch Shuttle, Take Approach Vector 6 To Landing Bay 4

A man dressed in red robes, like the others dotted around, stood waiting in Bay 4

The shuttle followed instructions and touched down lightly inside Landing Bay 4. Within a few moments, the back of the shuttle opened up and the Greywatch diplomat exited. It was man dressed in a white uniform with his bandaged right arm in a sling. His long blond hair was in a ponytail that went down to the center of his back, his brown eyes looked to the robed figure ahead of him. He adjusted his glasses before walking forward to greet his host. Reaching the figure, he gave a bow, "Greetings. I am William Frost, representative of Greywatch. Thank you for having me aboard your station."

"Captain, we're in weapons range of the station. Might be prudent to ask for docking clearance now."
"Then do it."
"Yessir."

---Yarrik Station, this is the shuttle carrying the Templarian delegate. Do we have landing clearance?

"Captain, we're in weapons range of the station. Might be prudent to ask for docking clearance now."
"Then do it."
"Yessir."

---Yarrik Station, this is the shuttle carrying the Templarian delegate. Do we have landing clearance?

Templarian Shuttle, Cleared To Land, Landing Bay 5


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The shuttle followed instructions and touched down lightly inside Landing Bay 4. Within a few moments, the back of the shuttle opened up and the Greywatch diplomat exited. It was man dressed in a white uniform with his bandaged right arm in a sling. His long blond hair was in a ponytail that went down to the center of his back, his brown eyes looked to the robed figure ahead of him. He adjusted his glasses before walking forward to greet his host. Reaching the figure, he gave a bow, "Greetings. I am William Frost, representative of Greywatch. Thank you for having me aboard your station."

"Greetings Mr. Frost" replied the man waiting for him "If you would care to follow me, we can move to the conferance room"

William stood up straight and smiled, "Very well. Lead the way."

The man bowed to Frost before turning and leading him through a set of double doors, down a short corridor and through to the conference room. As they entered, the man announced his arrival

"Sir, Mr William Frost, Representative From Greywatch" he said. A man in blue robes (http://fallout.bethsoft.com/images/art/fallout3concept/concept11B.jpg), similar to the red of the man who had greeted him, turned to him

"Ah, Welcome to Yarrick Station Mr. Frost" said Mirox, offering his hand "I am Govenor Mirox, Head Of Intergalactic Relations"

William followed him through the man in red to the conference room, taking looks around the station's corridors, certainly an impressive structure. William gave a slight bow as he was introduced, looking to the man dressed in blue. William smiled and shook the hand that was offered to him, "Greetings, Governor Mirox. Thank you for having me aboard. Greywatch looks forward to starting friendly relations with you and your people."

"Welcome To Yarrick Station, Mr...?"

"Hamill, Sir," Hamill offered a salute, "Lieutenant Hamill of the Alversian Marines reporting for diplomatic communication Sir." he was nervous and looked to the station.

"Welcome To Yarrick Station, Mr...?"

"Hamill, Sir," Hamill offered a salute, "Lieutenant Hamill of the Alversian Marines reporting for diplomatic communication Sir." he was nervous and looked to the station.

"Well, welcome to Yarrick Station, Lieutenant" replied the aide. He did not return the salute, as he was not a member of the armed forces. "If you would like to follow me, I shall introduce you to the Govenor"

The shuttle flew in slowly and landed in the bay, wings folding up alongside as the door ramp hissed down, with Firmus stepping out, the marines watching intently from the dark interior of the craft. Firumus reached the bottom of the craft and then quickly presented his ungloved hand (as was customary, so as to show you had no hidden poisions or weapons) to the man who was waiting for him.
"Captain Maximillion Firmus, 1st class, Templarian Navy. A pleasure."

"I shall introduce you to the Govenor"

"I would be delighted at such an arrangment," Hamill nodded eagerly at the suggestion, "The People's Republic is always looking to expand her knowledge of the Universe and it's different cultures."

"Are you nervious, Nikki?"

Lieutenant Junior Grade Nick Roberts smiled a bit, before biting back a sarcastic comment. He hated being called that name.

"A little bit. Isn't first contact supposed to be a job for the captain?"

Lieutenant Notham nodded, considering it. The boy had a point. "Mostly, yes. That is, unless there are pirates waiting hidden in an asteroid field."

"Good point."

"That's good point, Ma'am." She replied, a smile coming across her face. "Well, it should be interesting." She consulted a data-slate in front of her. "According to this, it seems their ship design is remarkably smiliar to ours. Maybe they're more like us then we think..."

The shuttle came closer to the station, before the pilots broadcasted a message to station control.

"This is Shuttle TX-109, carrying the Angenterian delegation. Requesting permission to dock."

"I shall introduce you to the Govenor"

"I would be delighted at such an arrangment," Hamill nodded eagerly at the suggestion, "The People's Republic is always looking to expand her knowledge of the Universe and it's different cultures."

"Very well, if you'd care to follow me" said the aide, opening the doors and leading him on the same trip through corridors and double doors that Frost had been led on. When they reached the conference room, which was slowly filling up with both dignitaries from across space and aides carrying plates with glasses of champagne. As they entered, the aide announced his arrival

"Ladies & Gentlemen, Govenor, Lieutenant Hamill, Representative From Alversia"

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"This is Shuttle TX-109, carrying the Angenterian delegation. Requesting permission to dock."

Shuttle TX-109, Permission Granted, Proceed To Landing Bay 6

Damn school! DAMMIT! Here, now.

"Roger, Yarrick Station. Proceeding on Three." Admiral Wright watched the pilot play with his console, before the ship changed to a new heading.

Within minutes, they had docked and were ready to disembark. The space shuttle-like transport had a belly entrance, which opened like a mouth. The four Champions stepped out, followed by Admiral Loki Wright (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/7/79/Grand_Admiral_Pellaeon.jpg). His epaulets shook slightly as he came to a stop in a stiff-backed parade rest, and he looked around (OOC: for the purposes of this, the dock is empty, I'll edit if godmodding) at the empty hangar.

"Greetings," he called into the air. "I am Admiral Loki Wright, 7th Supreme Commander of the Space Navy of the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger."

Damn school! DAMMIT! Here, now.

"Roger, Yarrick Station. Proceeding on Three." Admiral Wright watched the pilot play with his console, before the ship changed to a new heading.

Within minutes, they had docked and were ready to disembark. The space shuttle-like transport had a belly entrance, which opened like a mouth. The four Champions stepped out, followed by Admiral Loki Wright (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/7/79/Grand_Admiral_Pellaeon.jpg). His epaulets shook slightly as he came to a stop in a stiff-backed parade rest, and he looked around (OOC: for the purposes of this, the dock is empty, I'll edit if godmodding) at the empty hangar.

"Greetings," he called into the air. "I am Admiral Loki Wright, 7th Supreme Commander of the Space Navy of the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger."

OOC: Actually, there was an aide meant to be there, but for purposes of keeping it going at a steady pace rather than going back changing things, i'll have him arrive now.

The double doors opened with a hiss. Through them came yet another red robed aide, who bowed to the Admiral

"Greetings Admiral" said the aide, straightening up "Would you like to meet the Govenor?"

"It's what I'm here for, isn't it?" Wright held out his hand, which was promptly shaken, and followed in the aide's footsteps. The four armored figures looked at him, and after receiving a wave, began to follow Wright with mechanical whirs.

"It's what I'm here for, isn't it?" Wright held out his hand, which was promptly shaken, and followed in the aide's footsteps. The four armored figures looked at him, and after receiving a wave, began to follow Wright with mechanical whirs.

The aide led him to the conference room. It was now full of delegates

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Govenor" said the aide "Admiral Loki Wright, The Imortal Lands Of The Great Lord Tiger"

The blue robed Governor Mirox, who had been moving around the room talking with the various dignitaries, turned to see the Admiral enter

"Ah, Admiral" he said, striding over to him and offering his hand "Pleased to meet you. I am Governor Mirox, Head Of Intergalactic Relations"

Luckily, the Champions had been delayed at the door, or else their hanging rotary cannons would have been pointed at this man's head at the moment. Jumpy, were Champion jocks. Taking the man's hand, Wright shook it with an amiable smile.

"The pleasure is all mine -- ah, but is that not the proscribed response?" The Admiral shook his head. "Rather, allow me to say that pleasure is possessed by both of us, in equal amounts. That way, we won't have to waste time arguing about who has more pleasure in the simple act of making the other's acquaintance." Nodding to the perhaps bemused governor (Wright didn't bother looking), he made his way to the man with his arm mounted in a cast.

"Do I have the pleasure of addressing the delegation from Greywatch?" Wright asked on a whim. Some of the murmurs he had heard indicated that this was he.

William had bowed to both representatives as they entered. He looked around the room, all of them were races that Greywatch had come into contact with before with the exception of their host. He had been enjoying a glass of champagne when he heard someone call out to him. Turning, he saw Wright approaching him and put his champagne down on the nearest table in order to give a respectful bow, "Greetings, my name is William Frost. How are you on this fine day?"

Mirox watched him go, a slight smile on his face. He turned to the mirror where Gray and Anais watched over the proceedings

"Nice People, Wouldn't You Say?". The Govenor's voice floated into Gray's head "Glad to see that the rest of the universe is a more friendly place than the others make out". Gray turned to Anais, but since he made no response, he assumed Anais could not hear Mirox's voice.

Knowing that they were on the other side of the mirror, Mirox watched it for a moment before taking to a podium on a small stage

"Ladies and Gentlemen" he began "May I thank all of you for coming all this way to be with us at this most...momentous of occasions. Ustio has long been devoid of life beyond that of the Humans and the Tau. Now, I hope that with our newfound friends, Ustio will become a much more diverse place. I'm afraid his Majesty has expressed his sorrow at being unable to attend, but recent changes in his health have left him somewhat bed-ridden, but he sends his regards to those who have attended. So, on behalf of His Majesty, and the people of this System, Thank you"

"Never better," Wright said in like kind. The man's bow felt awkward even on the receiving end, but the Admiral returned it with what he thought was grace. "It seems that not a standard interval (OOC: 'Day') passes without a new nation showing themselves in the galaxy, eh?" Wright nodded his head sagely. "Sometimes I think that the sheer number would be better served by a galactic republic, or federation..." That made something click in his head. What if... later. "A shame that the Watchman Treaty never truly came to fruition, is it not?" Had this lackey even heard of it? Wright didn't know. At that moment, though, the speech began. After the initial words were spoken, Wright stood up (for the purposes, everyone was sitting down).

"Governor Mirox," Wright said in his most powerful oration possible, "I can say, at least on the part of the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger, that you bestow honor upon us for joining the ranks of those in the interstellar community."

Hamill gave a nervous nod as he heard his name called out. He headed towards the champange and drank it down greedily. He was nervous, gutwrenchingly nervous and the champange offered him at least some false security. He smiled at the thought of Lara here, for she usually loved functions like this. Give the AI a room with a captive audience and she could be talking for hours.

"Governor Mirox," Wright said in his most powerful oration possible, "I can say, at least on the part of the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger, that you bestow honor upon us for joining the ranks of those in the interstellar community."

"Thank you Admiral" said Mirox, stepping down from the podium "It has been an honour to host this function so soon after stepping into the community". He turned to Lieutenant Hamill

"Lieutenant!" he said, in a warm, booming voice "Tell me of Alversia, I have not had the pleasure of any other worlds or systems beyond this one"

OOC: If you're wondering how he knows Hamill is nervous, read this from my factbook (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14213532&postcount=3). Alv, it's a semi-nod to one of your threads...

OOC: Glad I could help :p I've been meaning to redo my own factbook.

Hamill turned abruptly, jumping at the sound of the voice but relaxing once he saw that there was no maliciousness implied in the words. He was simply asking a question,
"Well, Sir," He decided to start from scratch, "Our population is around 3 billion currently, situated on Alversia itself and a few small moons and colonies. We are a totally democratic society who hold our freedoms and our rights above all others. We prefer peace to war," he decided to leave it at that for now, the complexities of Alversian society could be dealt with later. For now though, he was just happy to be talking,
"And you Sir," He asked hesitantly, "May I ask about your own people?"

"Governor, it is a great thing to find another friendly race. Meetings such as this are unfortunately becoming rarer by the minute.
"May I ask about your own people?"
"Please, do tell. Both the Grand Library and personal interest dictate a desire to know more about your race."

"A shame indeed but you win some, you lose some. As is the nature of life." Replied William as he returned to standing straight. He didn't see it necessary to continue and the host had just begun to speak to the group. William would've clapped but wasm't actually able to and so he just gave a nod. He then listened as the others began describing their own cultures and races. He smiled to himself seeing as everything was going so smoothly. He adjusted his glasses once more as he waited for the meeting to proceed.

"Indeed, it is a pleasure to finally meet people from outside our system. How far have you travelled to get here?"
"Many lightyears," The android answered simply, and went silent, watching the guests as they came in. She was pleased, or at least she knew her masters would have been, that there was an Alversian present, and she recognized the representative from the Great Lord Tiger and those from Greywatch. The lone envoy that did not match with any identification programs was the one who called himself Captain Maximillion Firmus. For now, however, Unit 9511726 was content to watch and listen. She would approach the Captain, and their hosts, later, unless of course they decided to come to her first.

Acknowledged, control. Proceeding to landing bay 6.

The shuttle proceeded to enter the designated landing bay at low speed, touching down lightly on the flight deck below.

The boarding ramp slowly descended from the ship.

"Ready?" Notham asked.

"Yes, Ma'am." Roberts confirmed, placing his black officer's cap atop his head.

The two officers descended the boarding pad, wand stood on the grating of the station for the first time.

OOC: Glad I could help :p I've been meaning to redo my own factbook.

Hamill turned abruptly, jumping at the sound of the voice but relaxing once he saw that there was no maliciousness implied in the words. He was simply asking a question,
"Well, Sir," He decided to start from scratch, "Our population is around 3 billion currently, situated on Alversia itself and a few small moons and colonies. We are a totally democratic society who hold our freedoms and our rights above all others. We prefer peace to war," he decided to leave it at that for now, the complexities of Alversian society could be dealt with later. For now though, he was just happy to be talking,
"And you Sir," He asked hesitantly, "May I ask about your own people?"

"Well, the population is only around 1.7 billion people, but they are spread out across the four planets of this system. Ustio, the capitol - if you will - was the first planet that was colonised" Mirox said to the two who had asked "Hydria was the second planet to be colonised, and has become home to the great military academies and intelligence groups of the system. Corax, the third planet, is a Forge World, dedicated to the production of machines for War and Peace alike. Antoben, the final planet in the system, is a barren, icy wasteland, and it is constantly wracked by vicious snowstorms. On it's moon, Deno, and in some areas of the planet, reside the Tau"

He paused a moment, choosing his next words carefully

"We have held an uneasy truce with the Tau since the end of the War of Reclamation, when Imperial Forces attempted to retake Antoben and liberate the Imperial Guard still fighting on the ground. It lasted three weeks, before we were forced to call a ceasefire. Since then, they have continued to operate from Deno, and some parts of Antoben, though there is much unspoken hostility still coming from both sides."

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The aide stepped forward as the Angentarian officers descended from their shuttle

"Welcome Sir, Madame" said the aide "If you would care to follow me"

"Well, the population is only around 1.7 billion people, but they are spread out across the four planets of this system. Ustio, the capitol - if you will - was the first planet that was colonised. Hydria was the second planet to be colonised, and has become home to the great military academies and intelligence groups of the system. Corax, the third planet, is a Forge World, dedicated to the production of machines for War and Peace alike. Antoben, the final planet in the system, is a barren, icy wasteland, and it is constantly wracked by vicious snowstorms. On it's moon, Deno, and in some areas of the planet, reside the Tau. We have held an uneasy truce with the Tau since the end of the War of Reclamation, when Imperial Forces attempted to retake Antoben and liberate the Imperial Guard still fighting on the ground. It lasted three weeks, before we were forced to call a ceasefire. Since then, they have continued to operate from Deno, and some parts of Antoben, though there is much unspoken hostility still coming from both sides."

"We have had encounters with the Tau. Not greatly with their main Empire, unfortunately, but mostly with some renegade Enclave. And you'll find that the hostility will generally last a very long time. Most of the colonies we've shared with the Tau have had a great many wars. Still, that's what happens when two firm mindsets meet, I suppose."

"We have had encounters with the Tau. Not greatly with their main Empire, unfortunately, but mostly with some renegade Enclave. And you'll find that the hostility will generally last a very long time. Most of the colonies we've shared with the Tau have had a great many wars. Still, that's what happens when two firm mindsets meet, I suppose."

"Indeed. The people here are proud of their heritage, especially the soldiers" Mirox said "And they don't take kindly to the Tau attempting to take control of a human planet. Still, what the King says goes, I suppose"

William was interested by the talk of the Tau and couldn't help but put in his two cents on the matter, "Hmm, Greywatch has met the Tau as well. I do not believe we have seen their true empire but we ran into a few of them some time ago. An interesting group, a shame we couldn't learn more about them."

William was interested by the talk of the Tau and couldn't help but put in his two cents on the matter, "Hmm, Greywatch has met the Tau as well. I do not believe we have seen their true empire but we ran into a few of them some time ago. An interesting group, a shame we couldn't learn more about them."

"The Tau who reside here, despite being supporters of Imperialism in this system, are a very knowlegeable people. Although their is much tension between us, the time between the War and now has brought us closer" Mirox said "The 9th Antoben Guard, the Planetary Defence Force for Antoben, often has Tau recruits and soldiers from the 9th also serve with the Tau. So while some fear their presence in the system, others have made their peace with it"

"Very interesting indeed. It's good to see that even within the hostility there can still exist peace. That can be hard to find at times. I was not aware that the Tau were an imperialistic force... well its nice to know that your two races are still able to coexist without too much friction."

The two officers nodded, proceeding to follow the Ustian further into the base. Glancing around as they walked, the two officers were a little startled by the similarities to that of Angenterian designs. Clearly, the two races were more alike then they initially thought.

"Wow." Roberts whispered. "It all looks the same."

"It's quite similar, isn't it?" Notham replied. She turned her attention to the aide on front of her.

"I'm sorry." She said "But I didn't quite catch your name...?"

Feeling a unnerving similarity between these new people and a certain old enemy of the Empire, Firmus asked, "Your ships and stations look extremely familiar to another race we have met. Tell me, have you ever encountered a race of Terran's known as the Imperium of Man?"

Wright, for his part, did little more than smile and nod. Imglot was solely composed of Homo sapiens, as their Earthling databases said, but which were otherwise known throughout the galaxy as "Terrans". No Imglotian had had anything near to a friendship or even acquaintance with anything inhuman, and until they expanded beyond their first planet, that would never happen.

Feeling a unnerving similarity between these new people and a certain old enemy of the Empire, Firmus asked, "Your ships and stations look extremely familiar to another race we have met. Tell me, have you ever encountered a race of Terran's known as the Imperium of Man?"

"As I said, this is the first time we have had visitors from outside of the system" Mirox replied "The designs, as far as I know, are ancient designs drawn up by the King himself, in the early days"

OOC: *Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink* All is not what it seems...

"As I said, this is the first time we have had visitors from outside of the system" Mirox replied "The designs, as far as I know, are ancient designs drawn up by the King himself, in the early days"

OOC: *Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink* All is not what it seems...

This made Firmus noticably more nervous. If he had been less experienced, or perhaps because he wasn't experienced enough (his only contact with the Imperium being a battle on the planetside of some colony that resulted in the Templarian navy being set back a substantial amount of time, staff and craft) he only just avoided breaking a sweat.
"That's rather interesting, Governor. Could you perhaps tell me more about your King?"

OOC: As you can tell, Templar's don't particularly like the Emperor, nor the Imperium, due to them being one of the few races that ever really got close to conquering the Templarian Homeworld. This could be veeeeery interesting.

This made Firmus noticably more nervous. If he had been less experienced, or perhaps because he wasn't experienced enough (his only contact with the Imperium being a battle on the planetside of some colony that resulted in the Templarian navy being set back a substantial amount of time, staff and craft) he only just avoided breaking a sweat.
"That's rather interesting, Governor. Could you perhaps tell me more about your King?"

OOC: As you can tell, Templar's don't particularly like the Emperor, nor the Imperium, due to them being one of the few races that ever really got close to conquering the Templarian Homeworld. This could be veeeeery interesting.

"The King?" pondered Mirox, thinking about how best to answer this question "Well, he's one of the oldest living humans in the system, at over 200 years old. However, many experts have debated this, due to the number of artificial appendage transplants he has had - artificial lungs, liver, heart and so on. It has been neccessary to keep him alive"

OOC: I'm like the Imperium, i'm not the Imperium!

"That's quite a while for a human... tell me, does he have no heir? Is there no one who can take his place if he were to die? It seems like a lot to go through for one person, even if they are royalty. Or have all kings in the past done this?"

"That's quite a while for a human... tell me, does he have no heir? Is there no one who can take his place if he were to die? It seems like a lot to go through for one person, even if they are royalty. Or have all kings in the past done this?"

"It's an incredible amount of time for a human" replied Mirox "No, there is no-one to legitimately take his place, so he ordered his personal doctors and scientists to keep him alive - at whatever cost - untill someone can legitimately take his place. Tracing a constantly evolving 200 year old family tree has been quite a challenge for the Archivers. And no, not all Kings have done this in the past. Most of our High Lords have had some sort of Legitimate Heir, but not this time"

"I've heard that in other empires, clones are used to keep a single leader in power. I can't imagine what it would be like to hold on to such old memories." William paused for a moment, thinking of the longest living creatures in Greywatch. Compared to them, this king was a child. "I hope your king can find his heir. I imagine living for such a long period of time can become... unpleasant after awhile."

"The King?" pondered Mirox, thinking about how best to answer this question "Well, he's one of the oldest living humans in the system, at over 200 years old. However, many experts have debated this, due to the number of artificial appendage transplants he has had - artificial lungs, liver, heart and so on. It has been neccessary to keep him alive"

OOC: I'm like the Imperium, i'm not the Imperium!
OOC: I know. But it's relatively suspcious, especially to my IC 'TRUST NO ONE' stance to politics.
IC: This alleviated Firmus' suspicions somewhat of a puppet empire, and he relaxed a little.
"Quite an age for anyone, especially a monarch, even with artificial organs."

"It's an incredible amount of time for a human" replied Mirox "No, there is no-one to legitimately take his place, so he ordered his personal doctors and scientists to keep him alive - at whatever cost - untill someone can legitimately take his place. Tracing a constantly evolving 200 year old family tree has been quite a challenge for the Archivers. And no, not all Kings have done this in the past. Most of our High Lords have had some sort of Legitimate Heir, but not this time"

"I hope your king finds what he is looking for soon. It does not do to be without an heir for too long. Is he not able to just appoint someone other than a blood desendant to to his heir?"

OOC: I know. But it's relatively suspcious, especially to my IC 'TRUST NO ONE' stance to politics.
IC: This alleviated Firmus' suspicions somewhat of a puppet empire, and he relaxed a little.
"Quite an age for anyone, especially a monarch, even with artificial organs."



"I hope your king finds what he is looking for soon. It does not do to be without an heir for too long. Is he not able to just appoint someone other than a blood desendant to to his heir?"

OOC: Fair enough

"He has that power, but can you imagine the chaos that it would cause? Who does he choose, without seeming to favour certain people over others? No, untill he finds a legitimate heir, he has said he will remain on the throne"

"Quite the predicament. I suppose that would be the main flaw of monarchy. If one doesn't have an heir... such trouble can be caused. I wonder what would happen if one simply transfered all of his memories to a mechanical body? Perhaps that could solve the problem of age."

Wright, for his part, did little more than smile and nod. Imglot was solely composed of Homo sapiens, as their Earthling databases said, but which were otherwise known throughout the galaxy as "Terrans". No Imglotian had had anything near to a friendship or even acquaintance with anything inhuman, and until they expanded beyond their first planet, that would never happen.
Unit 9511726 approached the Imglot Admiral, making formal contact with a bow. "Greetings, Admiral Wright," she spoke flatly, "we have spoken before, so you should remember me as Unit 9511726 of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. I am inquiring as to how, exactly, you know of my creators, as no records or databases at my security clearance level mention formal contact with your people in any way."

Tough question. Wright was given almost complete access to Imglotian records, including under-the-table deals. Such included a mercenary contract from Xiscapia for a matter Wright knew nothing about. Point was, he remembered every stellar empire, nation, or planet's name mentioned. So...

"Formal contact is not quite the case, ma'am," the Admiral responded. How exactly was he to address Unit 91541242 or whatever? "However, the galaxy is a big place, and I, personally, think it's wise to know the names and characteristics of some of the bigger systems. And, I think you would agree, a world of Kitsune is not exactly a common site, furthering your Empire's memorability."

"Of course," the android nodded, "as far as they know, my creators are unique in the galaxy. Naturally one would want to remember as much as possible about any given contact, but," her eyes were dead and staring, "it is interesting to my masters how quickly you recognized my scout for what it is and who it belongs to. Especially considering that my superiors have never so much as seen an Imglotian vessel or citizen."
It almost seemed like Unit 9511725 was suspicious of him...but how was that possible? She didn't appear to have any emotions to speak of, and neither her tone nor stance were threatening or confrontational. Yet, this was an automated being, and who could tell what she thought or knew?

The two officers nodded, proceeding to follow the Ustian further into the base. Glancing around as they walked, the two officers were a little startled by the similarities to that of Angenterian designs. Clearly, the two races were more alike then they initially thought.

"Wow." Roberts whispered. "It all looks the same."

"It's quite similar, isn't it?" Notham replied. She turned her attention to the aide on front of her.

"I'm sorry." She said "But I didn't quite catch your name...?"

OOC: *Cough*

OOC: *Cough*

The aide did not reply, as they had reached the doors to the Conference Room. He opened the doors, revealing a room filled with people all chatting

"Ladies & Gentlemen, Representatives from Angenteria" he said to the assembeled people

"Excuse me a moment, friends" said Mirox, sighting the new arrivals "I must meet with them"

He walked over to the two who had just walked through the doors

"Govenor Julius Mirox, please to make your aqquanitances"

OOC: Goddamn my spelling :headbang:

"Pleasure to meet you, Governor." Miranda replied curtly, bowing formally. "Lieutenant Miranda Notham." She motioned to the similarly dressed man at her flank with a gesture of her black-gloved hand. "My aide, Lieutenant JG Roberts."

"Likewise, Lieutenant" replied Mirox, returning the bow, and then offering his hand to Roberts "Lieutenant. Welcome to Yarrick Station"

"I...umm...thank you, sir." Roberts shifted awkwardly, before taking the proffered hand, and pumping it up and down. He wasn't used to this first contact thing at all.

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