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From Her Majesty, Ayame Khan.

It appears that in All of space, there are now true warriors in the whole of the Universe. Just Dishonorable nations like The Terran Federation and Cowards like Asfaltum.

The Hyperborian Khanate then declares that there are no True Warriors in the Universe, just Braggarts and Cowards that claim to be warriors.


There for I, Ayame, Grand Khan of The Hyperborians, challenge all True Warriors to face The Hyperborians, come and face The Hyperborians in Combat. Fight our armies, our Starfighters, our ships, like True Warriors.

Other wise you can all run and hide like The Terrans and The Jedi and The Sith.

We are waiting.

Kash Wilson appeared next to Ayame Khan. "Now what's this gloating of warriors?"

From: Bester kayborn State Department
To: The galaxy

The Terran Federation Wishes to remind the Steppe empire of its long standing constant defeats by its forces in past conflicts. and also wishes to inform others of the steppe empires imperialist ambitions to deprive nations of their right to self rule. The Federation still has ongoing plans to engage Operation World-shaking Rain of Burning Death, should the steppe empire reassert it self.

Kash Wilson appeared next to Ayame Khan. "Now what's this gloating of warriors?"

Ayame soon whispered into Kash's ear "a Plan to show a Few nations a thing or two. Send word to the Warriors, In Groups or alone, to join into a army and starfleet."

OCC: Kash is an ascended being.

Kash walked around Ayame " What do you mean, send my forces? no, I'm already at war with the Danaversian Empire."

Message from The Senate:
If we were not currently engaged in several conflicts at the moment, we would be more then happy to disprove you. However, with three of our largest ships, and eighty legions gone with them, we cannot afford to prove your statements to be false.
The fight is long and hard, but we as Romans, Moralites, will prevail.

The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.

OCC: Kash is an ascended being.

Kash walked around Ayame " What do you mean, send my forces? no, I'm already at war with the Danaversian Empire."

"Not your forces, dear Kash. But everyone else."

OOC: why try to fight you, I like you :)

OCC: YAY!

Kash quickly changed from serious to relaxed, now in a white longsleeve turtleneck shirt and black/white pj bottoms. " Oh, then I shall watch, what did you have in mind for them?"

OOC: to let you know, Single Warriors or a group of warriors (Along with Ships) an join, so any Main Warrior Character is welcome :):)

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To the Steppe Empire,

The Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger (Imglot) would be thrilled to participate in your "Challage to Warriors". Unfortunately, we do not know what a "Challage" is. So, I am afraid we will be forced to decline.

Frank Holle

Minister of International Relations

The Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger

Postscript: Also, we are bloody cowards ATM. Come back to us after a population gain of 2.5 billion or so.

OCC: YAY!

Kash quickly changed from serious to relaxed, now in a white longsleeve turtleneck shirt and black/white pj bottoms. " Oh, then I shall watch, what did you have in mind for them?"

OOC: this part will be Secret IC

SIC: "To put them on The World of Kahith IV," She said, "To show that there are true Warriors in this Universe. By letting them face my own Forces.

and just to see which ones of the Warriors will be good, I will have my own Grand Warriors and Assassins on Kahith IV before I send my Armies and Ships for the battle to come.

"I want any Warrior. Be it Jedi, Sith, Jafa, Swordmaster, Wizard, Spacer, Pirate, Monk, any Warrior. I want them to come togeter on Kahith."

Kash laughed at the Immortal lands response " They don't know what a challenge is?, here I'll tell them" The comms unit automaticlaly began clicking.

" A challenge is basically him saying that your soldiers are not good enough."

OOC: this part will be Secret IC

SIC: "To put them on The World of Kahith IV," She said, "To show that there are true Warriors in this Universe. By letting them face my own Forces.

and just to see which ones of the Warriors will be good, I will have my own Grand Warriors and Assassins on Kahith IV before I send my Armies and Ships for the battle to come.

"I want any Warrior. Be it Jedi, Sith, Jafa, Swordmaster, Wizard, Spacer, Pirate, Monk, any Warrior. I want them to come togeter on Kahith."

Kash smiled " What about clones?" he said before having one of his G.O.U appear in front of them.

Kash laughed at the Immortal lands response " They don't know what a challenge is?, here I'll tell them" The comms unit automaticlaly began clicking.

" A challenge is basically him saying that your soldiers are not good enough."

OOC: nice one :)

We stress again: we do not know what a challage is. And we are still wimps with a pop of ~550 million.

Kash smiled " What about clones?" he said before having one of his G.O.U appear in front of them.

"My Clone Army will be busy with another..........Problem." Ayame said, "On the other hand, your Clones will be useful for me."

From: Bester kayborn State Department
To: The galaxy

The Terran Federation Wishes to remind the Steppe empire of its long standing constant defeats by its forces in past conflicts. and also wishes to inform others of the steppe empires imperialist ambitions to deprive nations of their right to self rule. The Federation still has ongoing plans to engage Operation World-shaking Rain of Burning Death, should the steppe empire reassert it self.

The Otagian Regency would like to second the Terran comment. The Steppe Empire has a long history of warmongering (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=562557), imperialism (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=574670), piracy (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=570134), and (perhaps most amusingly) failure (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=553540). We further note that, if the Steppe Empire so wishes, the Regency would quite willingly continue with the lesson (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13600812&postcount=54) begun at Tankai.

QUETZAL,
Regent of Otagia

Kash nodded " Okay, have you gotten any prisoners from Chron or any other nation that you can give me? remember our deal?"

Kash nodded " Okay, have you gotten any prisoners from Chron or any other nation that you can give me? remember our deal?"

"You will have your Prisoners soon enough," Ayame said, "We shall arrange for a few Warriors to Disappear should they Disappoint us."

Kash smiled "Good, I want a complete list of race and number of prisoners from each race given to me please, thank you." He said befor instantly beginning to drink hot chocolate.

Ayame soon smiled and sent The place and Location for The Warriors joining The Challenge to go, Kahith IV.

a Earth-Like World around 47 Ursa Majors. It was a Moon around The main planet of Kahith, The Third Planet in The system.

and The Near by Moon of Kahith III was in fact a Secret Hyperborian base.

The Hyperborians would wait for the warriors to come.

Kash walked up next to Ayame like they were good buddys and rubbed his hands through her hair " Will you be giving the warriors breaks? I wouldn't, war dosn't come with breaks."

OOC: nice one :)

lol ya

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Kash walked up next to Ayame like they were good buddys and rubbed his hands through her hair " Will you be giving the warriors breaks? I wouldn't, war dosn't come with breaks."

"Oh, they will have breaks," Ayame said, "If you call busting skulls and breaking necks and leg bones 'Breaks'"

In the name of Remiel De Drakan, Scion of Chaos, Emperor of Chronosia, Warmaster of the Galactic Emperor, His Name Be Praised, His Will Be Done, Lord and One True Master of Mankind, this message is forwarded:

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

<Manic, uncontrollable laughter continues for approximately twenty standard minutes, encompassing the entire Chronosian top-brass and a large number of her populace>

The Hyperborians are a degenerate collection of mongrel xenos breeds, the product of their Whore Khan's rutting with various beasts. As we have decreed before, these sub-humans are of the Excrement, the true and only name worthy of the Hyperborian race.

Because we do not consort with our decided lessers, we shall not attend your little spat. We merely commune to remind the Whore Khan that the word of a coward and a failure, especially in decrying the warriors of the entire galaxy, is a worthless and dangerous thing.

Should such idle prattle from mongrel lips continue, then the Chronosians shall have no choice but to recruit all those who would no longer tolerate and indulge such mewlings, and bring them crashing down upon the heads of the unworthy and the inferior.

You have been chastised, you have been warned. Consider this less mercy and more sport, as a cat toys with its prey before consuming it. Do not tempt our wrath, presumtuous vermin.

Picon, United Colonies of Kobol
Colonial Fleet Headquarters.

The hallway was crowded, bustling with people, as Lt. James Anderson tried to push his way past them. His brow was covered in sweat, as the Junior officer tried as fast as he could, to get to the Admiralty.

His uniform, was the classic Navy blue of the Twelve Colonies fleet. As he looked on, he tried to make his way past other Colonials, and the gray uniforms of the Dornie, or the thirteenth colony personal. Why in the hell had the Admiralty not consigned one uniform, he had not figured out, but he had more concern than fashion today.

He clutched his brief case as he ran down the hall busy, trying to get his urgent message to the man in charge.

As he did, he bumped into a man, a tall thick Dornie. His hands let go, and his case dropped to the ground.

“What in the fuck is your problem?” the Dornie turned and looked at the Colonial in anger.

James kneeled down and grabbed his brief case. “I am working you stupid frakker.” the Lieutenant replied with a quick tone. “I am not sitting on my ass taking a coffee break.”

The Dornie glared at him, as he walked closer. “I am sorry little sis.” he said to James. “I know you are not back talking.”

“Shut the frak up, and get the hell out of my way you cylon loving bitch.”

With that the Dornie smiled. Extending his finger, he reached out, and touched the man on the forehead, one of the more offensive gestures on Earth SSR.

James reached up, and snatched the man’s finger off his forehead. “Get your child molesting hands off me, you cat humping inbred bitch. I got things to do.” he said as he got in the face of the Dornie.

As he spoke, a couple of Marines walked by, escorting a man in a gray Colonial Uniform. Quickly the marines ran up, and pushed the two apart. “Is there a problem here.” The large obese man asked the pair.

“No sir.” James replied, as he crisply saluted the Admiral

“Good.” the admiral spoke up. “I would hate to think that you two were involved in some sort of altercation. We all know such an altercation would be a high price to pay.”

“Yes sir.” both chimed out in unison.

The man shook his head, as he saluted the two junior officers. “Dismissed.”

James shook with nervousness, as he spoke up. “Sir.” he said excited.

The Admiral said nothing as he turned stoically towards the Lieutenant. “Yes. Lieutenant, is there anything you wish to add?”

“Sir we just received this communication, from the Hyperbolian Empire. It is hostile.” he said.

The Admiral reached out and grabbed the hard copy. After reading it he smirked for a minute. “Thank you.” he said. “I will be sure to inform the proper chain of command, and take the necessary precautions. Dismissed.”

James quickly saluted, as he turned and walked back to his station. As he rounded the corner the Admiral chuckled. “Overzealous Junior officers.” he said chuckling under his breath. The Admiral took the paper, and balled it up. Reaching back, he then tossed the communication into the waste basket.

“No need to worry, one Battlestar group, and Red Navy task force took out a main invasion force of theirs at Melinda/Daan. There is no way in hell they could attack the Colonies of Kobol.” he said shaking his head, at James’s over reaction.

“The ignorance of youth.” the Admiral mused to himself as he walked away, towards the more important matter of going to the head.

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Here are somethings to learn about The Challenge.

(1): The Challenge will happen in The 47 Ursae Majoris System, The third planet in that system. named Kahith by The Hyperborians, It has 13 Moons, The Fourth Moon is Very Earth like, the other 12 are Oceanic or Desert Worlds.

(2): The area where The warriors will gather will be The Cammorian Coast of the Larger Continent of Kahith IV.

(3): All of Kahith IV, The other Moons, even the 47 Ursae Majoris System is a battleground and The Challenge will also be known as The Kahith War.

(4): Warriors can bring their own weapons, Ships and Ground Vehicles for this fight Ships can range from Small Fighters to Modified Freighters. You will be facing Hyperborian Ships, even large Dreadnoughts so hope you can beat them.

(5): The Objective is this: Survive.

(6): The Moon is The Battlefield, along with The whole System, the enemy you will face will Be The Hyperborian Grand Army and Starfleet.

(7): When you land on Kahith IV, you will face a Few Surprises before the main battle starts. Bounty Hunters, Assassins, Hyperborian Clone Commandos and hired Guns will be on this world.

(8): All Types for Warriors are allowed in this Challenge: Jedi, Sith, Bounty Hunters, Rangers, Space Pirates, Smugglers, Spacers, Monks etc. they can be Intervals to Groups from 5 to 500 Warriors.

(9): You must join together in the main battles to come, you are to form a Army of Warriors to fight The Hyperborians with Honor.

(10) Remember, Fight together, Team up and fight with honor.

The Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger see fit to disabuse you of your notion. Despite the overwhelming odds in your favor, we shall be sending a contingent of 3 Lightning-Class Combat Freighters into battle, carrying the elite 450-member 47th Tiger Regiment. Prepare yourself, Steppe Empire.

Across the communications channels, a collection of screeches, clicks, and howls could be detected, directed towards The steppe Empire.

Then it repeated, but this time in a (barely) passable form of Galactic Common.

Behold, I am Dangaloth, Cerebrate of The Milky Way Brood of The Eternal Swarm. I apologize for a second ago, the languages of you bipedal ape things is still a bit of a mystery to us. Though we are but watchers in the night, we would be happy to provide you with the onslaught of a brood, since you wish it so. However, it also seems not many people wish to play with you. We desire to roughhouse with only the strong, those who could truly threaten our existence, that we might grow stronger, and become better, and by Galactic Opinion, it would seem you are not strong.

But, at the same time, we would always be asking ourselves, What if? So, we shall compromise. However, you must also compromise. We are not human, nor are we human like. If you wish to see our strength, then we require a space of land in which to set up a Hive from which to send forth the innumerable broods.

Okay, OOC question, but from subpoint 8 of Steppe's rules:

All Types for Warriors are allowed in this Challenge: Jedi, Sith, Bounty Hunters, Rangers, Space Pirates, Smugglers, Spacers, Monks etc. they can be Intervals to Groups from 5 to 500 Warriors.

So, can we have multiple companies/units of 500 warriors? Or are you saying that we can have 500 maximum? I presumed the latter.

Kash looked confused for a moment and talked to himself " They seem liek the Zerg, I remember capturing some of there kind. They are good warriors for savage animals. Then again, I can't say there savage, I've killed billions by my own or others clone hands." This Eternal Swarm interested him. He was already ascended so he could speak to the Cerebrate Dangaloth, he appeard next to the large being and began to walk around it. " I thought your kind were long gone..."

Okay, OOC question, but from subpoint 8 of Steppe's rules:

All Types for Warriors are allowed in this Challenge: Jedi, Sith, Bounty Hunters, Rangers, Space Pirates, Smugglers, Spacers, Monks etc. they can be Intervals to Groups from 5 to 500 Warriors.

So, can we have multiple companies/units of 500 warriors? Or are you saying that we can have 500 maximum? I presumed the latter.

OOC: 500 Max

OOC: just another thing also, No Nova Bombs or any WMDs, also No Orbital Bombarment, under pain of Ignoreing and having the mods enter.

that means No Trolling!

Kash appeared back Ayames side, noting his presence by running his hand through her hair as always. " So, how do you think this is going to turn out?"

Kash appeared back Ayames side, noting his presence by running his hand through her hair as always. " So, how do you think this is going to turn out?"

"Good enough." Ayame said, "I have something to ask you."

Kash walked in front of her " Yes?" he said slightly leaning his head to the right.

Kash walked in front of her " Yes?" he said slightly leaning his head to the right.

"I want you to search The Universe and This Galaxy for The best warriors around and invite them to The Challenge. Tell them that if they defeat my Armies and starfleet, then They will be given any Reward they want."

Kash nodded " Sounds pretty easy, and my reward" He said looking at her like a little kid wanting a cookie.

Kash nodded " Sounds pretty easy, and my reward" He said looking at her like a little kid wanting a cookie.

"a Pick of any Prisoner that my Commandos and Bounty Hunters Capture."

Kash shook his head " You already owe me that Ayame(spelling?), what I want...is a kiss on the cheek" He said simply putting his hands behind his back.

Kash shook his head " You already owe me that Ayame(spelling?), what I want...is a kiss on the cheek" He said simply putting his hands behind his back.

"Ok," She said, " BUT only on The Cheek..........

Kash leaned out his face smiling " Come on, I'm not that ugly am I?" he said. Kash didn't think he was ugly, as a matter of a fact, he was appetizing to most. He tapped his finger on his cheek.

"oh you know what i can do to you whole army with a wave of my hand it been so under fare" Wolf said stepping out of a porthole

"you know every well "

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The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia
Office of the Foreign Affairs Minister



While the Bretonian government and Her Majesty Queen Carina in particular are no doubt keen to develop Bretonia into the clichéd, indiscriminately violent space empire that is the norm in the present political climate, for reasons beyond my own comprehension the Commons have elected not to assign revenue to this particular endeavour. The overriding opinion of my fellow ministers would seem to be that sending warships costing billions of credits each, and soldiers representing millions of credits of investment per head, into a battle with no apparent cause or provocation is not a worthy form of expenditure. Indeed, it would be viewed as a misapplication of taxpayers' money, which would be difficult to justify to the electorate in these troubled economic times.

Which is a shame to be sure, as we were of course quite keen on throwing away the lives of our brave servicemen and women, and considerable amounts of Bretonian martial equipment, on such a frivolous exercise, but the decision has been made. As a compromise of sorts, we package with this communiqué a crate of our finest Cambridge-bred sirloin steak and a bottle of domestic, non-vintage champagne for your own personal enjoyment. Presumably the deep cold of interstellar space has preserved both with their freshness and distinctive taste, but one can never be too careful and I recommend thoroughly cooking the meat before consumption. I mention this only as you strike me as the sort of person who might tuck in while the food remains raw.

Still, I trust that your event will proceed without trouble, with many lives lost and much equipment wasted, so I wish you luck and offer my personal condolences to the families of those about to die.

Oh, I almost forgot - Prime Minister Jacobi wished for me to remind all those nations taking part in this event, particularly the orchestrator, that as of 5th December, 821 A.S. at 0100 hours Bretonian standard time, any merchant shipping bearing your colours shall be refused entry into Bretonian space, and a similar memo shall be issued to Bretonian shipping regarding your own borders. I believe that in the political lingo, which may or may not be something with which you are familiar, it is referred to as a 'trade embargo'. Though it is doubtful that any of you have especially significant trade links with our mighty economy, despite our traditional policy of free trade, it is the symbolism of the thing that should be important, or so I am told.

Good day,



G. James

Foreign Affairs Minister Gordon James
The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia

Kash looked confused for a moment and talked to himself " They seem liek the Zerg, I remember capturing some of there kind. They are good warriors for savage animals. Then again, I can't say there savage, I've killed billions by my own or others clone hands." This Eternal Swarm interested him. He was already ascended so he could speak to the Cerebrate Dangaloth, he appeard next to the large being and began to walk around it. " I thought your kind were long gone..."

"That is exactly why you are not compensated to think and I am. We may resemble other things you have encountered, but were designed by the hands of Chaos when the universe was half it's current size, so many years ago in it's youth." the large brain looking thing as it scuttled around on long spidery legs, a sign of it's personal evolution. No longer stationary and defenseless, Cerebrates could move about at will.

"Regardless, without the Hive, the swarms cannot long survive, and so we must require a space of land. Defeat us, and destroy the hive, and you may have it back. Otherwise, your stuff out of luck."

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The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia
Office of the Foreign Affairs Minister



While the Bretonian government and Her Majesty Queen Carina in particular are no doubt keen to develop Bretonia into the clichéd, indiscriminately violent space empire that is the norm in the present political climate, for reasons beyond my own comprehension the Commons have elected not to assign revenue to this particular endeavour. The overriding opinion of my fellow ministers would seem to be that sending warships costing billions of credits each, and soldiers representing millions of credits of investment per head, into a battle with no apparent cause or provocation is not a worthy form of expenditure. Indeed, it would be viewed as a misapplication of taxpayers' money, which would be difficult to justify to the electorate in these troubled economic times.

Which is a shame to be sure, as we were of course quite keen on throwing away the lives of our brave servicemen and women, and considerable amounts of Bretonian martial equipment, on such a frivolous exercise, but the decision has been made. As a compromise of sorts, we package with this communiqué a crate of our finest Cambridge-bred sirloin steak and a bottle of domestic, non-vintage champagne for your own personal enjoyment. Presumably the deep cold of interstellar space has preserved both with their freshness and distinctive taste, but one can never be too careful and I recommend thoroughly cooking the meat before consumption. I mention this only as you strike me as the sort of person who might tuck in while the food remains raw.

Still, I trust that your event will proceed without trouble, with many lives lost and much equipment wasted, so I wish you luck and offer my personal condolences to the families of those about to die.

Oh, I almost forgot - Prime Minister Jacobi wished for me to remind all those nations taking part in this event, particularly the orchestrator, that as of 5th December, 821 A.S. at 0100 hours Bretonian standard time, any merchant shipping bearing your colours shall be refused entry into Bretonian space, and a similar memo shall be issued to Bretonian shipping regarding your own borders. I believe that in the political lingo, which may or may not be something with which you are familiar, it is referred to as a 'trade embargo'. Though it is doubtful that any of you have especially significant trade links with our mighty economy, despite our traditional policy of free trade, it is the symbolism of the thing that should be important, or so I am told.

Good day,



G. James

Foreign Affairs Minister Gordon James
The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia
The note came returned, with an alien script, barely decipherable into Galactic Common written in beautiful flowing characters underneath.

To assume all civilizations view things in the same way yours does is a fallacy. 90% of the entire swarm is little more than an organic automation, possessing no will or mind of it's own. This is the way we were created, and this is the way we are. To die, is meaningless to us, for we shall simply be reincarnated back into the swarm, as something more than what we were before. Thus, in this that we partake of, we can only benefit, for even though we shall lose many precious resources, we shall also benefit greatly from finding the current fallacies in our present evolutionary state.

I understand why you feel as you do though, for no one is as perfect as we, who have the perfection of essence. I know not what trade is, but as we lack it, it must surely be an imperfect thing, and when you lack perfection, life seems such a terrible thing to waste, when you don't know it's secrets.

But, so that I might better understand your point of view, how else should we find out our weaknesses, than by testing ourselves, and shedding the imperfections in our bodies, in favor of improvements? If it means pleasuring an imbecile in the process, then so be it.

Dangaloth, Cerebrate of The Eternal Swarm.

The note came returned, with an alien script, barely decipherable into Galactic Common written in beautiful flowing characters underneath.

To assume all civilizations view things in the same way yours does is a fallacy. 90% of the entire swarm is little more than an organic automation, possessing no will or mind of it's own. This is the way we were created, and this is the way we are. To die, is meaningless to us, for we shall simply be reincarnated back into the swarm, as something more than what we were before. Thus, in this that we partake of, we can only benefit, for even though we shall lose many precious resources, we shall also benefit greatly from finding the current fallacies in our present evolutionary state.

I understand why you feel as you do though, for no one is as perfect as we, who have the perfection of essence. I know not what trade is, but as we lack it, it must surely be an imperfect thing, and when you lack perfection, life seems such a terrible thing to waste, when you don't know it's secrets.

But, so that I might better understand your point of view, how else should we find out our weaknesses, than by testing ourselves, and shedding the imperfections in our bodies, in favor of improvements? If it means pleasuring an imbecile in the process, then so be it.

Dangaloth, Cerebrate of The Eternal Swarm.

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The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia
Office of the Foreign Affairs Minister



Greetings aliens,

As a foreign minister, and not a professor of xenobiology, I am unable to address your queries fully, but as our government plans not to have diplomatic relations with any participants in this demonstration of prehistoric barbarism I doubt it matters particularly.

However, for all my best attempts to address your questions I am at a loss, for your communiqué was littered with hypocrisy and inconsistencies. How can a perfect being test its weaknesses, for example, is a question I am unable to answer - a perfect being by definition has no weaknesses, and thus needs not expend resources on finding them. Likewise, informing me that my view of the universe is a fallacy due to its basis in my own, culturally-influenced beliefs, and then proceeding to accuse everybody else in the universe of being lesser beings, makes little sense to me.

My grasp of your species and culture, therefore, is limited to your prior message, from which I can ascertain that you believe yourselves to have achieved perfection and that all other beings are imperfect by comparison. With this in mind I would challenge that participating in this bloodthirsty event is not only beneath you, but an unwarranted expenditure of resources. As prior mentioned, perfect beings should have no weaknesses, thus have no need to find them, and as such wasting lives and resources on such an exercise serves no purpose. And if something serves no purpose it is, by its very nature, inefficient and thus imperfect. Morality has little implication in my argument - regardless of the value you place on individual lives, this is simple logic.

But I have no wish to denigrate into cultural analyses, for such an act would be an insult to yourselves and a waste of our time. Simply put, whilst the Bretonian government would of course prefer to encourage cordial relations between our fellow peoples, and I am sure that Cambridge University would value an insight into your culture, your continued participation in said event precludes such possibilities.

Regarding trade, simply put it is the exchange of resources for mutual benefit, although in modern times most cultures prefer the use of currency in such transactions. For example, should Bretonia have an abundance of iron, whilst your own people have an abundance of uranium, and each nation has a deficiency of the other's mineral, engaging in a swap ensures that both nations gain the minerals they require with a minimal of bloodshed, fuss or expenditure. One man's junk is another man's treasure, as they say. Should your 'swarm' wish to investigate such an arrangement we would be happy to oblige, though perhaps during more amicable times.

Regardless, good day to you.



G. James

Foreign Affairs Minister Gordon James
The Constitutional Monarchy of Bretonia

From: Bester Kayborn Department of state , Terran Federation

To Participants

The Terran Federation agrees with -Bretonia- assessment of the situation, we believe this is a fool hearty gesture. However as the Federation Has dealt with the steppe empire for many centuries, there is no convincing them otherwise. we will be watching these events, as only to watch for the atrocities they hold and for fear that these aggressive and hostile renegade states will pose a threat to freedom and security.

Letter to : -Bretonia-
From: Bester Kayborn Department of state , Terran Federation
The Terran Federation is impressed with you're mode of diplomacy, as the federation has not dealt with a rational state in some time, we wish to open up relations with you. It is good to see that some parts of the galaxy have remained civilized

Kahith III, The 47 Ursae Majoris System

The Hyperborian base on Kahith III was close to Kahith IV and was where The Hyperborians would mass The Kahith Invasion Force. The Third Moon was a Desert world, little water, Giant Dust Storms and temps over 120.

The Perfect place for a Secret base for the Hyperborians

The Fourth Moon was more Earth like and had no Sentient beings on it. In Short, it was a wild world.

One Fighter come to Kahith IV to drop a payload.......a Beacon. Which was dropped on a area of The Cammorian Coast. there, The Warriors would be gathered for The Challenge.

Kash sat on the floor in front of Ayame and was eating grapes. " So..." he munched " Don't you think this is a waste of resources? or is the reward greater than the cost?" He asked with his usualy wise but almost childish smile.

Kash sat on the floor in front of Ayame and was eating grapes. " So..." he munched " Don't you think this is a waste of resources? or is the reward greater than the cost?" He asked with his usualy wise but almost childish smile.

"It will be greater then The cost." Ayame said. "lets say I will have one part for this Challenge that as we say......'Challenging'"

Kash nodded and a a big smile appeared " I'll tell the Xiscapians...althought I still haven't got my kiss yet."

Kash nodded and a a big smile appeared " I'll tell the Xiscapians...althought I still haven't got my kiss yet."

Ayame soon gave Kash a Peck on the Cheek (aka, a Kiss.)

OOC: Internal meeting in Imglot.

"You summoned me, sir?"

"General Rosencrantz. Come in." Frank Holle, Minister of Foreign Relations, watched the commander of the Tiger Regiment enter the room and stand in stiff parade rest in front of the desk. "At ease," the cabinet member said, and the officer nodded before sitting stiffly down in the chair behind him.

"Thank y--" the general began.

"Enough of that." Holle rested his head on his interlaced hands. "You know why you're here, and that implies disloyalty in my staff; that is insignificant at the moment, though." Fixing the officer with a piercing stare, he ground his teeth a little, before continuing. "Now... tell me your opinion, Rosencrantz."

The general blinked, before meeting the Minister's eyes directly. "Sir, I am sure that Minister Jaget has already told you -- sacrificing Tiger Redge is a foolish move, sir. We are meant to be sent into an existing war, to push a wavering battle onto our side of the fence. We are not meant to be a dedicated strike force." Pointing to the strategic map that adorned Holle's desk at the moment, he indicated movements. "We are a single unit, sir. Even if we really get assistance from other nations in this fool's errand, we won't integrate as well as an army of only our countrymen. Sir."

The minister nodded, but looked unconvinced; indeed, he was. "General, I understand your qualms, but this is Imglot's chance to get into the galactic spotlight -- "

"We do that with our First Contact!"

"Not the same thing, Rosencrantz."

"And treaties... and wetwork... and military aid..."

"Are you quite finished?" Holle asked coldly. "This 'empire' is convinced that it is the supreme power in the universe. We must disabuse them of the notion."

"Why us, sir? We still only hold one planet for our own empire. Are we really in the right state of affairs for this?"

"It's not our choice, General. We do this because it seems that many nations have issues with this system, and to stand neutral -- especially if something occurs later -- would but harm our reputation in the future. Yes, we are in quite the right state for this."

Ayame soon gave Kash a Peck on the Cheek (aka, a Kiss.)

OCC: couldnt even say it was a kiss, oh well.

Kash rubbed her head, shaking her hair around for a moment. "Alright well, I have to go at the moment, the war needs my tending to."

"So, about that need for a space of land to establish a Hive..."