NationStates Jolt Archive

Ooc Sadly, no matter how attached I grew to my current Kewenic embodiment, Its just to hard to play as a undefined race with no standard pattern, so it sucks on character rps, in FT which is what mainly seems to be running about. So. RETCON CANNONS! FIRE! Actually.. Cold storage cannons! Fwathoom! Now, behold my newsest character development able race. The Combine Authority

IC:

It had been a long journey, and a hard road. None could doubt that, and none would from the time of Primoris contingo It had been a hard Journey.

Primoris contingo , or First Contant as it was informally known, happened on 0000 SF, or to put it in a relative term, 0 Season, 0 month 0 year, Star Fall. Was the newly established stellar calendar was when it all changed.

Quick Hurried footsteps, echoed down the halls
A small terran-equivilant planet, one of many thousands in the infinitely expansive universe known as NationStatesVerse, to the myriad beings which controlled it all behind the scenes, a small benign race grew, and developed. It was, on 0000 SF, that a Star ship, of angular, and sleek apparel, made its fall to the planet, hence Star Fall, at the time all the inhabitants knew, was that this thing, that fell from the sky contain Star Beings!
The thudding of doors, and pressure seals dimly audible above the piercing wail of sirens

Crowned gods by the poor people of the planet, the crew of the star ship began, a kind but firm and directed rule which helped steered there lost tribal society into the modern ages. History at this point was sketchy, after no less that eighty years, on 2/1/50 ASF did some cracks appear on the rapidly developing planet.
The shuffling of various top secrect military documents, and several logistical forms was the only sound in a brightly lit, and sterile grey room.

The crew of this vessel, were at odds on how to rule these strange, if technologically unavenged species, one wanted to create a vast spanning empire of mindless slaves, while the other wished for a more ideological viewpoint, a utopia of sorts. Unfortunately when they began to fight each other, the people of the planet now taking the names of the ship the aliens rode in on, the “Combined Authority” realised that these were not gods, merely men. This became the dark times, or, the Night fall, spanning two hundred years of brutal siege warfare, and destruction of the alien crew, did the “ Combined Authority” , or Combi’s as they now proclaimed themselves, began once again, to wonder what to do.
The Dull thummmm of Advanced Anti-matter reactors vertebrated through the decks, until dampeners were brought online.

On 1/18/259ASF, did it become clear what they needed to do. A Messiah like figure, who’s name has been lost to the centuries, known only by his profession , the saviour brought attention to the four ruling tribes, what could happen, and what they would do. Within fifteen days, he did what no Combi ever dreamed of, he managed to focus the abilities, and desires of an entire race into a single goal, which for a lack of better terms was fairly simple “ Make sure this doesn’t happen again”

So continued rapid technological advancement, and for the next century, the Saviours descendants, worked for and with the Combi People, it was nawt till 4/11/756 Did denuo Contingo, or Second Contact occurred.

It was not a true contact of sorts, by a second hand contact, as what many did not know, was that it was wreckage which struck the east cost of the primary continent of the planet devastating a small forest, not a military test aircraft, the technology on that ship, propelled CA Technology forward, by almost a thousand years! Within the span of a decade, and mass nationalization of industrial assets did the Combi get out of there home system.


With the discovery of remarkable drives, which propelled ships up to light speed! The CA began to slowly spread over a small region of space, growing, expanding and ever learning like a virulent AI program, it adapted to the situations its found, and continued to develop spurred on by the whispers of intergalactic Communication.

[I] 11/11/1000 Present Moment.
---- Break from IC ----
Just to describe what These guys look like.
Take your average human, about 180ish CM, maybe just 200, give him a light blue ish tinge, and several natural segmented body plates.
Basically a human with a exo skeleton and internal one as well, not a full biological exoskeleton, but like small plates covering arms chest back etc..
---- Return to IC----

Several Combi stood to attention, as the doors to the command bridge wooshed open with no sound, there was silence, then the quick fall of boots as Prime Auditor Takaumoni Strod confidently onto the bridge, his grey and segmented uniform, covering his thick carperance completely, giving the impression he wore a suit of powered armour under his shirt, several gleeming white pins and badges adorned his shirt, and two small ornamental rank Epaletes hovered above each of his shoulders, lacking his usual headwear, he motioned for people to stand at ease.

" Stop acting like a bunch of damm recuits fresh from boot, we have some work to do, as you all know, I am Prime Auditor Takaumoni, and as im sure my reputation proceeds me, it may please you all to know, none of you owe the CA Any Money, thus you are all safe, instead I am here to oversee, and command this mission, from the office of his Saviour Richerus The Ninteenth."

The bridge was silent, as many crew and guards were unsure of what to do..
" That means you start working now" , Taka said, coughing slightly and assuming his seat in a rather plush command chair.

A slightly overawe'd Minior Debtor Class I, came up to him, report and dataledge in hand.
" Prime Auditor sir, Engineers from Vault deck, report that all is ready, and the test may proceed as planned, verything is going acording to schedule, and as expected we have made all preparations that this is a trap by some extra-solar species."

" Very good " He replied, dismissing the poor MDCI, as he turned to study the datastreams running past his command chair console.
Across the ship, hundreds of crew and personel strapped themselves into there respective seats, gave there prayers to the Saviour, and hoped there Credit Rating survived this experiment.

With a great black rip in space, which wasnt visible at all, the great behmoth " Moderately Honorable Galatic Banker" which was the Debt Collector Class Battleship, at a average size of nine hundred and eleven meters slid into Phased space, with all the formality of usual CA Proceedings, it engaged its Point drive, and pressed past the speed of light, for the first time in Combine Authority history, Faster Then Light travel, had been achived.

But as usual, not very many cared.
Where the vessel would end up, many more people might care, the paper pushers back home, hoped on -might-

OOC: You can Encounter a pair of my ships is you wish?

OOC: Feel free to encounter one of my scouts or patrols, since I doubt you can have a nice diplomatic first meeting when the first thing you see is the broadside of a dreadnought. That is another option, of course.:D

ooc: >.>; meh. you guys can feel free to drop by in a post or too, chatting with someone for a begining meeting no destruction please :D standard meet n greet n excitment of nonkilling my people vairity.

but first! i wait for le "Shotgun Opera"

<UHS Sentinal>

"Captain, theres a large craft going at FTL speeds, .8 Lightyears away" Tactical Officer Baxter reported
"FTL speeds? WARP?" Captain Jessica Sato asked
"Not warp, something else"
"Set a course, warp 5"

The Sentinal and the Guardian altered course for the ship at warp speed

OOC: I'll happily jump in for a friendly diplomatic meet and greet if you'd like it.

OOC: Aye, same here.

Scout Ship New Dawn

The small ship approached the borders of "Combined Authourity" space. The vast blackness had been broken by a new sun, one that the Scribes had not yet entered into the Great Hall Of Records. It slowed to a halt. One of the two crew members piloting the ship pressed a button on his console

"Captain Grayson, Scribe Allen, we're approaching uncharted space. Suggest you come ot the bridge" he said

"I hear you Ensign, on my way" replied the Captain. The Scribe did not reply, but both stepped out of the elevator a few minutes later, along with a soldier in full body armour. (http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2007/236/928377_20070825_screen007.jpg)

"Where are we?" Captain Grayson said, as she ajusted her military cap and sat down in the main seat

"We're almost beyond the reaches of our present knowledge. I would reccommend going to silent running if we're to proceed any further" Scribe Allen said to her

"Do it" Grayson told the pilots. The lights dimmed and the control room was bathed in a red glow.

"Okay, take us in quietly and slowly" she said "Let's not alarm the locals with our presence"

ooc: You guys can fly into my home system or region of space and pop by, by "witnessing" the wake of my FTL travel, i would prefer noone intercept the vessel please. already have something worked out there.. But Visits to Combine Authority Space are all good.

replies and posts are incoming.

The Kostemetsian trader Shotgun Opera is not a work of art. It looks something like a banana, except slightly less curved, distinctly unyellow and with a ridiculously large laser pointing forward from an armature on the prow. All along the sides are pairs of railguns on swivel mounts, always sweeping and giving the impression that they're being operated by some sort of hyperactive monkey. They are, as it turns out, but that's a matter for another time. The ship is not technically an independent, being an asset de jure of New Berlin plc, but the ship's captain has climbed the greasy pole of success far enough that it doesn't matter anymore.

SO is registered out of Stratford-upon-Palisade starport on the rotating border wall of Yi Lin City. The captain is one Marcy Jackson, thirty-three years of age, looking a couple of years younger. Marcy has a teal-and-white shipsuit, a sidearm, a bunch of holographics of her family, a sweep of black shoulder-length hair tipped silver, chocolate skin, an overcoat and, for company, Telopes-PH, a female 'botsent out of Yi Lin with chronic class clown syndrome. The two of them have been partners for a while now, and together they're shipping a bunch of assembly-line civil servants out to Mu Tainuo, with a detour into fairly unknown space along the way to bump up the meter.

Rather, they were shipping a bunch of assembly-line civil servants out to Mu Tainuo via unknown space. When they turned off the tunnel drive, they found themselves out here in the middle of nowhere, a couple of hundred lightyears from the edge of the Commonwealth at least. It happens. Marcy figures it's only going to bump up the meter, and they can make good time back on their triple generator. Telopes is out on the hull fixing up a long-range sensor, and the Shotgun Opera is drifting towards a star approximately ... well, it's hard to say really, but if you squint a bit it looks like five lightyears and that's all that matters.

While Telopes bitches about being stuck out on the hull in the (nonexistent) showers of space rocks and dust, Marcy leans back, occasionally sings along to Linkin Park in the privacy of her little cylindrical bridge, and ponders what they can expect at the destination. Personally, she wants a coffee - obviously they're cautious enough to be well-stocked on quophe, but lemon-lime softdrink doesn't make up for Marcy's particular blend of caffeine, at least to her. Telopes, obviously, doesn't really have a view on the matter, having died a little more than a hundred years earlier, although she occasionally has a go at Marcy for favouring instant over bean coffee.

Something beeps. Marcy bats at it. It beeps again. With a sigh, she winds her seat back up from its reclining position and has a look at the PDA tacked to her ad hoc tray table. At about the same time, Telopes idly reports the long-range is fixed and everything is plugged in, hopping to the other side of the hull on thrusters to sweep for excess hyper-radiation. Marcy pips an acknowledgement to her and squints at the little slab of glassy stuff. A little less than an AU away, right at the inner bound of long-range sensor coverage, there's an object denting spacetime. Looks about the right size-class to be a Commonwealth battleship on one of their monthly patrols on the thousand-lightyear ring around Fen Cha, albeit on a bit of a big detour perhaps, so Marcy idly pips hello at them.

She settles back, wishing for a coffee, and tabs over to the intraship band reader. Porn is streaming into the decks below at about the same rate air is, while the detachment leader, one Elise du Bezec if Marcy has the name right, is reviewing some sort of dry document from the Inner Worlds couched in litres of bureaucratic prose. If this is the most exciting thing that happens for the next week, and there's no reason to believe it isn't, Marcy will be both bored and relieved.

A strange spiky shape appeared for a moment, then disappeared again. A few minutes later, a small black ship that friends would recognize as a free priesthood Yacht uncloaked near the place where the shape had been seen - if they would see it at all, that is, it was small and black after all. It was apparently unarmed, and some kind of symbol was painted on the hull in silver:


+~ o
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-^_+ \ |
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Apparently the beings on the ship were not worried that any of the other ships in the general area might be able to hurt them, not only did they take no effort to hide, they also sent out a message:


This is the Free Priesthood diplomatic ship f(whistle + r)anefis(click)eanna, or Pretty Artemis if that is easier for you to pronounce and/or understand. We do not intend any harm. We noticed your ship and wondered if you might be interested in diplomacy.


OOC In case anyone has universal translators, the literal name of the ship is "pretty (+~ = fir) personfood/prey (-^_+ = anef) play (/x = is) (prey + play = hunt) conceptperson-female (o_-^^- = !eanna)".

ooc: Usito North, Your in the next post, same with you battlehawk, but i will assume in your case battlehawk you strode into a system of mine instead of chasing after my battleship.

0/12/1000 --- One Week after the Historical Moment of the “ Moderately Honoroable Banker”

Prime Auditor Takaumoni finished filling the last of the holographic forms for the day, overseeing the day to day running of a battleship was no mean work, not only did you have to demonstrate adeptness and ability to command your fellow members of the armed forces, one also had to be quite skilled at dealing with the large amounts of holowork that piled up on ones Desk over the day.

Sighing, he virtually stapled the last of it together, and sent it off to be stored and to be transmitted back to Combine Prime, when they had reached there destination. Suddenly, without any warning and definitely not on schedule, the ship began to shudder and vertebrate, as it slowed down from its ludicrous speed of faster then light, to simply sunlight speeds.

Redundant Fusion power plants, and secondary power generators whirred to life, supplementing the power generated by the ships three main Anti-Matter Generators, large and very beurocratic cannons hummed to life, as many terawatts ebbed into the ships power grids.

Takaumoni, stormed out of his officer, with his usual sense of patience, and grace all but gone, in the face of this grievous breakage of Combine Operating Procedures!
“ How dare you let us arrive early! This is breaking our schedule, By our Saviours mighty Epaulets! I will have someone’s head for this!” Taka said, his voice barely under a yell, but still carrying the edge of a sword, and the precision of a sniper rifle.

It became clear to the Prime Auditor, that those who didn’t know what was going on, were busy running about the room adjusting time tables for this serious breakage of conduct, while those who apparently did know what seemed to be going on, had turned a very faint shade of blue, almost Caucasian.

“P…Pr..Prime Auditor sir..”, A middle aged, but greatly intimidated Minor Debtor Class II said, as he hurriedly delivered a report to the hand of Takaumoni. “ Anti-Collosion Navigation blocks, slowed us down as we were contacted by unknown sir, the Datavault has no previous credit rating, or history on these people, and we have assumed they are not one of us, it would also appear, that the Corvette “ “ Unsure of Success, But Well Paid “ Which we had in tow, picked up on a second communication, and had left the safety of our Point bubble to investigate the communication approximately 18 Cycles ago. “

Takaumoni glared at the man before him, and shook his head
“ No no no no no!!!!! this will not do! Standard Procedures do not cover this eventuality, and nor does our insurance! This is an Outrage! And while we are on the subject of communications, Demand the identification of the contact-er.” The Prime Auditor ordered, as he stalked towards his command chair, and slid into it with a faint hiss.

“ Attention unknown sentient of unknown status, this is Prime Auditor Takaumoni of the Combine Naval Syndicate Battleship “ Moderately Honorable Banker” You will provide your identification and credit rating now, or we will be forced instigate hostilities in accordance to the rules of Commerce. "





0/12/1000 ----- Aboard the Corvettee “ Unsure of Success, But Well Paid “

Lt. Major Debtor Aristek Enjoyed the smell of a new corvette, especially of the DeskWorm class, small, fast and oddly enough, quite gothic compared to the majority of Combine craft, it served his interests perfectly, a small stealthy package equipped with modest weapons system and of course, the best coffee machines in the fleet.

Sighing, he turned to the task at hand, unlike many Combi, he didn’t like formalities, and usually had the on-board AI complete his paperwork, a serious breech of protocol , but noone really minded he was content in his positions, so the navy let him be.

“ All hands, this is your Prime speaking, prepare for unknown and uninsured deviant in mission peramiters, all crew are advised to secure belongings and complete standard wavier form 32A/B “

“ Attention “ Pretty Artimes” This is the Combine Naval Syndicate Corvette “ Unsure of Success, But Well Paid “ We advised completion of the standard agreement and wavier form in order to continue with contact, as in accordance with the rules of commerce, non-compliance will result in termination of contact. “

With his words, the standard textfile was sent to the FP ship, containing a few legal waivers and documents, which in brief would mean if The Free Preisthood broke anything, or had something of there’s broken in relation to contact with the Combine Authority, and its subsidiaries and appointed represented they couldn’t be held accountable.

The message from the Pretty Artemis bypasses the Shotgun Opera handily, being of a wavelength outside its range. The Moderately Honourable Banker's message, however, blasts straight in, and the first warning Marcy has is when Telopes starts complaining of a headache - 'botsents cannot have headaches, so the general conclusion is that Telopes is copping a blast of radiation. Marcy opens up the communications dish in time to catch the unknown-origin message on its second repetition cycle, while Telopes scuttles off to the aft hull and its protruding gravitic engine to hide behind the big gravsphere.

She listens through again. Sounds like an angry Chinese guy, and he's probably a member of one of the weird-ass border sects who are to blame for pretty much everything bad, ever. Of course, there's the chance that she pinged an alien, but taking it in context, really, how likely is that? No, he's a sect guy, and the best way to deal with sect guys is to stay calm. She checks her credit rating just in case (R1) and New Berlin's (AA1), is satisfied, and gets back to this Prime Auditor person, opening up the Shotgun Opera's complainy old transmitter dish. She might as well humour him.

"Prime Auditor Takaumoni, this is the Shinoda-class transport Shotgun Opera out of the Commonwealth of Kostemetsia, letters patent from Stratford-upon-Palisade and registry charlie charlie victor one seven eight five three." She waits a moment, then speaks again. The Commonwealth battleship still seems to be in the area, so she can call on them if the crazy dude turns nasty, although they haven't pinged back yet. "Instigating hostilities probably isn't a good idea. We're delivering seventeen people to Mu Tainuo and you could face severe fines for dusting us. What's your business out here?" She can faintly hear the reverberating ringing of Telopes scuttling around on the hollow aft hull, fixing things and probably looking over Marcy's shoulder.

[Hey, mind if I drop in? x3]

The Firebird was a sleek vessel, with just enough space and comforts to keep the crew happy. Take for example the bridge, which was in no way designed for tactical command, not even having a TAC. It was conservative with only five seats; two seats up front for the pilot and copilot, a chair to the right for a tactical/communication officer, a slightly raised chair for the commander in charge of the vessel, and a spare seat to the left for anyone visiting the bridge. It even lacked the usual holographic display, instead using old, but efficient, vid-screens that displayed all the information that the crew needed.

This was where the commander was now, actually. A member of a neohuman race known as the Sertians, currently resting his head against his arm and drumming some tune with his other hand. The tactical officer wasn’t at his seat, neither was the pilot, but the copilot was sitting dutifully at his seat, well, half asleep as his seat. Truth was there wasn’t much to see, the Dovefeather was just on its way to hook up with a detachment fleet after being sent to explore some anomaly detected a week ago, which unfortunately turned out to be just some sensor anomaly since nothing was there when the ship emerged from the Drift.

But fortunately for fate, the dullness of their day was about to come to an end as a small error screen buzzed onto life just above the pilots chair. The small beeping alarm quickly aroused the copilot and the commander from their stupor, the pilots fingers already drumming over the keyboard to bring up information.

“What is it?” the commander asked as his eyes gave a few flickers to make sure they weren’t being deceived. There was an error message on that vid-screen, the red box with the white lettering was clear to see.

“Dunno… Some sensor anomaly… Actually, I think it might be what we were sent out here to detect…” the pilot answered, giving a confused thrown as his information screen. “Hard to tell form just piloting sensors, I think we should rouse the tactical officer from his slumber to take a look. It seems like the same disturbance that was detected by the Helios, and if it is we should take a look at it.”

“How come we can detect it here and not where we found it a week ago?” the commander asked once again, while trying his best to hide a yawn that was creeping from his throat.

“It could have been the source of the disturbance… Sir, I think it might be some race's FTL drive - you know how they sometimes creating interesting patterns in Drift Space? I think this might be one of them.”

“How far away?”

“About ten light years, should take us little over an hour to get there. Permission to change course, sir?”

“Yeah… Change course, I’ll get Marchiel to transmit our findings to the Helios and Susie will be up in a bit to take over your job. Make sure to drop out of drift somewhere remote in the system, not to close to any planets or possible space stations. We don’t want to give the impression that we’re invading after all.”


It turned out to be two hours later, as the ship had to stop in the Drift for a series of communications with the detachment fleet located several days away. After which, Commander Henry was allowed to make first contact with a potential alien race. So two hours later the Dovefeather, a firebird frigate just under one hundred meters in length, dropped into Real Space one AU away from what seemed to be an Earth-sized planet from what they could tell from their sensors (it was hard to scan things in Real Space from Drift Space, after all). It appeared in the usual flashy display, a burst of gamma radiation revealing a stream of golden particles seeming to slip between dimensional cracks and then assembling itself into the sleek ship.

Of course, after fully materializing itself the ship sent out the standard first contact message, a transmission in binary that first listed numerous mathematical formulas and laws of physics. Then came the first greetings in a variety of known languages, all with a numerical tag so that the receivers could choose the language that they best understood, or could translate.

After which the ship waited, it’s engines silent as they scanned what they could of the system, waiting for a reply or, as they sometimes got, the laser beam across the port bow telling them to get the fuck out of dodge.

OOC: may i join?

IC: INN-Queen Arcadia was on one of its normal patrols around the border worlds when a sudden burst of energy caused the wormhole drive to suddenly activate the ship was catapulted into another galaxy.
"damage report"
"all system working fine"
"nav officer can you pinpoint our location?"
"no we seem to be in an uncharted region of space, incidentally im picking up multiple signatures on the long range scanners, this could be a case of first contact."
"well we better go see what there up too, set a course for the group of ships."the captain, sighed
"sir we cant the FTL drives are down"
"then fix them!"the captain ordered in a frustrated manner.

OOC: picture of the QUEEN Arcadia can be found here
http://fc87.deviantart.com/fs40/i/2009/026/f/6/queen_arcadia_by_seb_deadzedcomics.jpg

Ooc: Nerv, Sure :D your in my next post tho.
0/12/1000 ---- New Genesis, Outer Colony of the Combine Authority

Hundreds upon thousands of ships, uncountable by the human eye even In a life time, hung above the planet of Combine Genesis, and in the vastness of space, most were trader vessel, squat long almost spider like vessels were in there thousands, speedily playing games of cat and mouse with cargo, as they unloaded and loaded supplies and other commodities.

Larger, smoother cigar shaped bulk transports made up the core of the vessels than filled the system, ranging from barely fifty meters big, to cargo ships that dwarfed even the mightiest battleships of the CNS. Amidst the seemingly twisting and ever changing chaos of space traffic, dozens of small stations, trader outpost and the occasional dominating military star base dotted the space routes, making sure all were in accordance with the rules of commerce.

From the many myriad and infinitely complex communications, that spread out and made there way around the system, none noticed the “New Dawn” as it slowly entered the system, too pre-occupied with civilian traffic, and there own work, it went unnoticed.

0/12/1000 ---- Terra Incognito, Combine Prime.
On the far side of Combine Space, things were more orderly, huge vastly stretching lines of freighters, passenger ships and cruise liners hung about, predatory looking military vessels as usual, doing rounds of said civilian traffic lines, small corvettes shot about, carefully observing each individual vessel, in a well practised and standardised routine.

Larger frigate sized vessel, hung at key points, on standby, ready to make sure if anyone, or anything tried to do some funny business, it would be on the business end of a Average, and precisely rated amount of overkill, as per the rules of commerce.

The transmission, at first was thought to be a jest of some kind, it really wasn’t untill someone examined the languages transmitted in the message, and the source of the message, that there was a brief panic, but instant action.

A Frigate flotilla, under the command of Major Debtor Class II “Givoeemoni” was quickly dispatched to investigate the sender of this transmissions, with him, Six of the DeskWorm
Class corvettes, with there oddly gothic design, and his vessel, the Frigate ”Usually Incorruptible” with its forward orientated curves, and symmetrical design, the beat a hasty path towards the new vessel, engines leaving a invisible trail as the speed off, new vessels taking place in there wake, watching over the ever advancing line of civilian vessels.

0/12/1000 --- Onboard the “ Moderately Honoroable Banker”
Even tho, the small vessel infront of him was of alien design, and occupation, its occupant and current owner obviously understood some form of bueurocracy, which in his books meant, that his work load was shrunken quite a lot.

“It is assumed, that you have agreed to the legal waivers which waive your right, in advent of any economic or practical troubles to sue to Combine Naval Syndicate, its subsidiaries and parent host, in advent of any damages indirectly/directly caused by employees or represented of the Combine and its subsidiaries.” Takaumoni droned on, with all the enthusiasm of a accountant.

After giving out a few orders, mainly to power down some of the weapons, since when one party brings a chain gun to the table, while another brings only a stick, results are usually less honest then usual.

“Our business here is our own, we ask of you the same thing, as we have tested out first Faster Then Light drive, compared to our As Fast As Light Drives. What is your business in this sector?” The prime auditor replied, and enquired some interest beginning to show into his voice.

A low class Minor Debtor, was working on weather they could send or receive visual, as well as audio. Talks and negotiations were much better face to face.

0/12/1000 --- Scout Vessel “Surely Successful in this Venture”
The scout vessel SSitV, was one of many, crewed by a relatively small crew, with only a mere Acting Lt.Mj. Debtor in charge, it was a vessel, which used its AFALD to reach the very edge, and slightly over of Combine Authority space, its crew after fifteen years had reached the end of there service, and were now going to return home.

Or, they thought the did, unknown to them the Battle Hawk vessel, UHS Sentinel, was on a intercept course.

"Captain, don't you think we're gonna look a bit overly agressive?" Baxter asked
"They're in our space, we not looking agressive, we're looking defensive" Jessica commented "Drop out of warp on either side of them"
The Sentinal and Guardian dropped out of warp on either side of the ship

OOC: You said you were just outside your space, hope you don't mind being on the edge of mine?

On board the Dovefeather in Combine space.

Marchiel was now at his post to the left of the commander, his eyes scanning over his vid-screens showing the sensor information from the surrounding space. It was confused to try and decipher though, the darn place must have been as busy as one of the central worlds of the Empire! But, out of that chaos he was able to detect the seven ships moving to meet up with the silent, unmoving Firebird. “Sir, seven ships incoming, no transmission from them yet…”

The commander nodded to himself as his officer reported the data, his mind thinking as he deciphered a course of action, “Perhaps, we should awe our new friends a bit… Susie, power up the Quantum Shields and Drift Drives, we’re going to meet up with them. Select, five kilometers solar-upwards from the lead ship.”


So, like a beast jumping to life, the ship’s engines came to life. The blue haze of the ion engines pushing the small frigate forward, quickly accelerating the vessel, until finally it just seemed to disappear the same way it came in, the ship seeming to blend and flow into a mass of golden candescent particles that just faded away. Of course they quickly reappeared, just over five kilometers above the lead of the ship that was coming towards them, and once again a transmission of the language packet to see if that got a response.\

[PS: Gotta say I like the feel of your nation, taken any inspiration from the Farengi perhaps? XD]

"how far away are we from Poseidon?"the captain sighed he was bored there normal FTL drives weren't working so all they had was the wormhole drive.The repairs where on schedule but it would take another hour.
"sir we cannot calculate our position due to the extreme distance,sir why don't we just jump to the collection of ships?"
"It would seem liken an ambush we would be destroyed immediately."

(OOC:all the races seem cool to me!!)

ooc: Picture the Warhammer 40k Imperium of Man, throw in some Ferengi and of course. where would we be without.. dun dun dun!! A Handy helping of my ideologies.

OOC damn forum went down when I wanted to post yesterday.

IC

Nirqita was one of many female hybrid diplomats from Fir!n (the majority of the population was human-fir!nan hybrid, and the social skills of male hybrids usually weren't good enough for diplomacy). Her name meant something along the lines of "reward of work well done".

This Nirqita raised an eyebrow as she read the forms that had been sent to her ship. She checked the contracts for anything malicious - there didn't seem to be any problems. A small grin appeared on her face when she got an idea. After signing the documents, she added the forms "expression of good intent", "opening of diplomatic relations", "guarantee of absence of disputed territories", "no conflicts with allies of The Free Priesthood", "disclaimer of liabilities", "cooperation against common enemies", "no liability for differences between similarly named standards", "non-discrimination", "acceptance of cultural differences", "use of hazardous substances and organisms outside the laboratory", "recognition of currencies" and "nonaggression", which each were equivalent to dozens of pages if they had been submitted to a civilization that still used paper. Also, each simply was a long description of common sense ideas. She did not request that the documents be signed, she merely added her own signature to them and sent them back along with what she had been asked to sign.

Nirqita giggled and said to herself "I bet they will like the humans."

Marcy leans back and cocks an eyebrow, readying it to fire. One of the history nuts, obviously. Life in the Commonwealth tends to drive weaker-minded people unstable, and it's not too uncommon to hear of people's minds going walkabout into Terran and colonial history when they do go walkabout. If she had to guess, she'd say this guy's nervopanic is of a particularly fine Terran vintage, perhaps some time in the twenty-three-thirties: the age of hypercorporations. She'll humour him for a bit until the lazy asses in the Navy have a nice talk to him and explain how he should probably take his pills. They're certainly taking their time.

"I'm not signing any waivers without my lawyer: I don't have my lawyer, so I'm not signing any waivers. As to my business here, well, I don't have permission to tell you, so it's really my business and none of yours. No offence intended."

0/12/1000 ---- New Genesis, Outer Colony of the Combine Authority

Hundreds upon thousands of ships, uncountable by the human eye even In a life time, hung above the planet of Combine Genesis, and in the vastness of space, most were trader vessel, squat long almost spider like vessels were in there thousands, speedily playing games of cat and mouse with cargo, as they unloaded and loaded supplies and other commodities.

Larger, smoother cigar shaped bulk transports made up the core of the vessels than filled the system, ranging from barely fifty meters big, to cargo ships that dwarfed even the mightiest battleships of the CNS. Amidst the seemingly twisting and ever changing chaos of space traffic, dozens of small stations, trader outpost and the occasional dominating military star base dotted the space routes, making sure all were in accordance with the rules of commerce.

From the many myriad and infinitely complex communications, that spread out and made there way around the system, none noticed the “New Dawn” as it slowly entered the system, too pre-occupied with civilian traffic, and there own work, it went unnoticed.

The New Dawn continued unhindered, keeping a low profile and moving slowly. In the control room, the assembled crew watched the great starships pass by them

"Well, they're definetly civilised, whoever they are" Grayson said, watching another massive cargo ship "Are you documenting this, Allen?"

"I'm streaming a video back to The Great Library now. They can analyse it. If only we could find out who this part of space belongs to" she said

"Hmm, that looks like a planet up ahead" Grayson said, standing up "Take us in closer ensign"

on board INN-Queen Arcadia:
"sir the FTL drives are back online the scanners are repaired and are picking up a planet near a huge number of ships"
"take us to the planet using the FTL drives only, do not use the wormhole drive"
"understood"
The massive ship started to move slowly at first it then accelerated to 5 times the speed of light.

ooc: posts be coming, just back from little holiday trip.parteh

ooc: give or take, 4-5 hours you should have a post :D

ooc: give or take, 4-5 hours you should have a post :D

[Slow poke. :P]

ooc: Not my fault if i have homework! and im still working on it v.v fricken essays..

ooc:essays bore me to tears!!

ooc: for everyone involed, could you please qoute the part of my post that concerns you in your reply, its alot easier for me to organise stuff. thanks ^_^


0/12/1000 ---- Aboard the Corvette “ Unsure of Success, But Well Paid”(TFP)

Lt. Major Debtor Aristek, was quite happy not only did these new contacts complete the forms with minimal questions and annoyance, they also sent forms of there own!
Aristek was simply giddy with glee, one way to get a combi to like you, was to counter his forms with your own, it was both seen as a friendly gesture and also a friendly challenge.

“On behalf of the Combine Authority, Let me be the first to thank you, and welcome you to our region of space. I Am Lt. Major Debtor Aristek(miniooc: Pronouced Aristo -ket) I amm Fully able to negotiate with the powers bestowed upon me by the Combine Authority and its affiliate groups, in order to talk with you, your people and any and all governmental agencies you represent.”

If video could be recviced, the watchers would see the bridge crew, dressed in more or less victorian era brittish style clothing, officers wore hats ranging from small bowler hats, to Aristek’s Full Top hat, and its signs of seniority.

Guards stood at boths side of the room, in uniforms reminiscent of british uniforms from the American Civil War.

This was just the uniform, Aristek himself, stood a even 195cm high, his dullish blue skin standing out amount the red and white of his uniform, his natural segmented caparace plates, visible beneath his clothing. Long wispy black hair streaked down from his face, and his eyes a keen red pupils black as the space the ships sat in.

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0/12/1000 -------- New Genesis, Outer Colony of the Combine Authority(Sertian)

While the “New Dawn” continued to travel in system, it was fated something would discover it eventually, and of course something did. That something not being one of the many civilian vessels, nor a seemingly random placed starbase of some sort or other.

But, a rather unfortunate, and both quite lucky at the same time CNS Destroyer was to discover the “New Dawn”.

Major Debtor Class II Noikreidit , was quite focused in his duties, so focused in fact, he had missed the annoyingly persistent beeping sound for almost a quarter of a yawn. Grumbling slightly, of having being disturbed in his daily hour of form filling, he turned to the unusually vacant command console, and poked the computer about what was the problem.

“Unknown, and Unregistered craft on inbound vector to inner New Genesis trade routes, markings and lack of identification suggest either, A) Exploring alien Civilisation Scout, B) Stealthy - Prelude to a invasion force of unprecedented size and scale, option b), having being plotted in accordance with the First Rule of Commerce.” The AI chirped, in its default budgeting voice with all the enthusiasm of a lazy stormilllianer humming beetle.

“ If its too good to be true, then it is, plan accordingly for the worst.” he countered, reciting it off by hard quite easily, turning to the veiwscreen, he motioned for it to show the unknown. [/b] “ Definitely not one of ours, I supposed we should get to work..”[/b] He sighed, closing down is formware, he sent the unknown a standard greeting message.

“Attention Unknown Star Ship This is the Combine Naval Syndicate Destroyer “Quite Efficent in Collection of Taxes” We advised completion of the standard agreement and wavier form in order to continue with contact, as in accordance with the rules of commerce, non-compliance will result in termination of contact and initiation of referencing(contact without insurance), and consideration of hostilities.“
The appropriate forms were sent along, with the standard legal waviers, and insurance form for damages up to a set amount if directly caused by the actions of the CNS and host company.
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0/12/1000 -------- Terra Incognito, Combine Prime, On board the ”Usually Incorruptible”

Major Debtor Class II Givoeemoni, was less than pleasantly surprised, when a fully powered up, seemingly highly armed, and completely unknown vessel appeared five kilometres from his bow, in space five kilometres is awfully short a distance.

Responding accordingly, his ship the “ Usually Incorruptible” Came to a complete stop, his escorts peeled off in a flower pattern, before gracefully resuming positions around the “ Usually Incorruptible” , extending forth in a x pattern.

Ever so quickly, did too the Combi weapon and shielding systems flicker up in response, the hull flashed a bright blue for a midget of a second, as sheilds both graphed over the hull, and separate sets extending forth from the hull enveloped it, parts of the ship eliminated intense power readings as plasma lances ( akin to your average massive cannon which you field in great numbers as anti-ship weaponry.. Pretty much) and torpedo launchers,

The corvettes, echoing the moves of its larger brother did so too they powered up, the transmission recvied, decoded and responded in kind.

“Attention Unknown Star Ship of sudden apperance This is the Combine Naval Syndicate Frigate “Usually Incoruptible” and accompanying covette squadron. We advise completion of the standard agreement and wavier forms, and standard insurance cover in advent of Combine Authority , or Affiliated caused damage to property. In order to continue with contact in a friendly manner this is advised to be complete in due haste as in accordance with the rules of commerce, non-compliance will result in termination of contact and initiation of referencing (contact without insurance), and consideration of hostilities.“

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0/12/1000 -------- Scout Vessel “Surely Successful in this Venture” (Battlehawk)
All was fine for poor Acting Lt.Mj. Debtor Muimoni mere moments ago, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, well someone was aware, that person or thing which was aware, were the two alien vessels who quite randomly, decided to suddenly appear next to the small scout vessel.

When the alarms sounded quite hastily, Muimoni dropped his tea in shock, the incredibly cheap but expensive looking glass wear shattering on the floor, disintegrating into there competent atoms. Straightening out his uniform, and retrieving his bowlers hat from the stand mere meters away from him, he ordered all hands to Unplanned stations!

“Attention unknown, and unrecognised starships, what is your intentions and plans for appearing in this manner along side the Scout Vessel “Surely Successful in this Venture” of the Combine Naval Syndicate and Host companies.”

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0/12/1000 ----------- Civilian installation “WaffleKing” ( nerv this is for you)

Several repetitive, and more then annoying beeps woke up a rather sleepy waffle king employee from his nap cycles, he wondered what the alarm was, as he got up from his bunk.
“ Hrmmm.. This one is new..” he said aloud to noone in particular, studying his “Beginners guide to deep space service” handbook, he hastily scoffed down the remnants of a decently prepared breakfast and slid into the communications and command booth.

A single bright red word flashed upon every screen. “ Customer ”

A bright smile lit Suivic’s face, as he quickly grabbed the headset, and set standard communications
“Hello, and welcome to Waffle King, how may I help you? We have all the recent stellar data of the area, and if you wish to sample our fine cuisine, please say so and we can send you our menu right away.” He transmitted to the Queen Arcadia.
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KOSTEMETSIA --- ur posts in the next batch couldnt fit it in this one.. too tired -_-

0/12/1000 -------- New Genesis, Outer Colony of the Combine Authority(Sertian)

While the “New Dawn” continued to travel in system, it was fated something would discover it eventually, and of course something did. That something not being one of the many civilian vessels, nor a seemingly random placed starbase of some sort or other.

But, a rather unfortunate, and both quite lucky at the same time CNS Destroyer was to discover the “New Dawn”.

Major Debtor Class II Noikreidit , was quite focused in his duties, so focused in fact, he had missed the annoyingly persistent beeping sound for almost a quarter of a yawn. Grumbling slightly, of having being disturbed in his daily hour of form filling, he turned to the unusually vacant command console, and poked the computer about what was the problem.

“Unknown, and Unregistered craft on inbound vector to inner New Genesis trade routes, markings and lack of identification suggest either, A) Exploring alien Civilisation Scout, B) Stealthy - Prelude to a invasion force of unprecedented size and scale, option b), having being plotted in accordance with the First Rule of Commerce.” The AI chirped, in its default budgeting voice with all the enthusiasm of a lazy stormilllianer humming beetle.

“ If its too good to be true, then it is, plan accordingly for the worst.” he countered, reciting it off by hard quite easily, turning to the veiwscreen, he motioned for it to show the unknown. [/b] “ Definitely not one of ours, I supposed we should get to work..”[/b] He sighed, closing down is formware, he sent the unknown a standard greeting message.

“Attention Unknown Star Ship This is the Combine Naval Syndicate Destroyer “Quite Efficent in Collection of Taxes” We advised completion of the standard agreement and wavier form in order to continue with contact, as in accordance with the rules of commerce, non-compliance will result in termination of contact and initiation of referencing(contact without insurance), and consideration of hostilities.“
The appropriate forms were sent along, with the standard legal waivers, and insurance form for damages up to a set amount if directly caused by the actions of the CNS and host company.


The Sertian frigate was probably smaller than the Combine destroyer, not that they were actually comparing sizes as it didn't really matter. If it came down to a fight between the two ships the frigates best hopes was to jump to the Drift as soon as possible before the rather large Combine presence in the area came after them. Then again, comparing how advanced their weapon systems were, if they used kinetics or energy weapons, and how advanced their armor was, perhaps one frigate was all that was needed to destroy the entire planet's forces. Not that the Sertian's approved of widespread massacre of new aliens they just met, that was bad matters.

That being said, the jump above the small fleet that was heading towards them finally seemed to get an answer. The ship picked out the language that they responded with and, after a quick virus search of the documents received (not that a virus search on completely alien data usually worked, but a race that was well into the digital age had war ships with safety priorities that would put Windows Vista to shame). It then displayed the message, as well as summaries of the documents that were sent over.

"You've got to be kidding me..." the communications officer blinked at the holo-visage over his keyboard, looking over at the main hologram while the Commander looked at it with a look that was somewhere between shock, amusement, and horror.

"You know..." the commander stated as amusement apparently won out over all the other emotions. "This is exactly why the fleet has lower ranks to handle menial tasks," so with a broad grin at the tactical/communications officer, and a loud groan that people could swear vibrated throughout the entire ship, the Sertian's sent back the forms signed and whatnot as much as they could - unfortunately they also accidentally sent a sound file of the Commander joking about Marchiel's task, or at least goading as why he wasn't doing it faster and with the gusto he so often had on the bridge, and his mutterings that could just barely be understood about him swearing vengeance on the Commander for this during his next birthday party.

0/12/1000 ---- Aboard the Corvette “ Unsure of Success, But Well Paid”(TFP)

Lt. Major Debtor Aristek, was quite happy not only did these new contacts complete the forms with minimal questions and annoyance, they also sent forms of there own!
Aristek was simply giddy with glee, one way to get a combi to like you, was to counter his forms with your own, it was both seen as a friendly gesture and also a friendly challenge.

“On behalf of the Combine Authority, Let me be the first to thank you, and welcome you to our region of space. I Am Lt. Major Debtor Aristek(miniooc: Pronouced Aristo -ket) I amm Fully able to negotiate with the powers bestowed upon me by the Combine Authority and its affiliate groups, in order to talk with you, your people and any and all governmental agencies you represent.”

If video could be recviced, the watchers would see the bridge crew, dressed in more or less victorian era brittish style clothing, officers wore hats ranging from small bowler hats, to Aristek’s Full Top hat, and its signs of seniority.

Guards stood at boths side of the room, in uniforms reminiscent of british uniforms from the American Civil War.

This was just the uniform, Aristek himself, stood a even 195cm high, his dullish blue skin standing out amount the red and white of his uniform, his natural segmented caparace plates, visible beneath his clothing. Long wispy black hair streaked down from his face, and his eyes a keen red pupils black as the space the ships sat in.

Nirqita switched on a camera, so the other side could see her too: a lot like a human, but with snow white skin, somewhat large eyes (blue) that were shaped like those of a cat (but with round pupils), a small nose, and long purple hair. She wore a simple grey uniform. In the background they could see a similar looking person with dark blue hair enter the cockpit of the small ship, but they didn't get to have a good look at that one.

"Thank you for your friendly welcome, Lt. Major Debtor Aristek. My name is Nirqita (ooc: n-(whistle+r)-quee-tah, or nree-quee-tah if you're not able to do the whistling thing), I am a second level diplomat of the Free Priesthood, which means I have full signing authority on behalf of the Council of the Free Priesthood. Our main interests are trade, science, and learning about the cultures of everyone we meet."

"And hunting small animals" said the woman outside the view of the camera.

Nirqita pressed her hands on her mouth to stop herself from laughing. "Shut up, you're supposed to observe, not interrupt." She turned back to the camera. "... and hunting small animals, but that's not our official business."

“Attention Unknown Star Ship of sudden apperance This is the Combine Naval Syndicate Frigate “Usually Incoruptible” and accompanying covette squadron. We advise completion of the standard agreement and wavier forms, and standard insurance cover in advent of Combine Authority , or Affiliated caused damage to property. In order to continue with contact in a friendly manner this is advised to be complete in due haste as in accordance with the rules of commerce, non-compliance will result in termination of contact and initiation of referencing (contact without insurance), and consideration of hostilities.“


on board the INN-Queen Arcadia:
"sir we have received a message from a ship,it appears to be of the frigate class."
"well what does it say?"
"sir,its got an insurance form attached if we don't send it back completed we are deemed hostile"
"how many civilian ships would be damaged if we decided to ignore the waver?"
"approximately 3000"
"okay then, fill in the details and open a communication channel to the ship"
at this point the people on board Usually Incoruptible's bridge could see a holographic projection of the captain of INN-Queen Arcadia he whore a long ceremonial trench coat with the badge of the NERV armed forces pinned to the chest.
"This is the imperial NERV navy ship Queen Arcadia calling Usually Incoruptible,we are a military ship and pardon the cliche, we come in peace the wavier forms are being sent to your ship by direct data burst now."

ooc:if your wondering the flag for the armed forces is similar to the badge
the flag for the NERV armed forces (http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/057/7/6/the_logo_of_doom_by_seb_deadzedcomics.png)

ooc: sorry for lack of posts people, but recent difficulties with computer hardware in the realms of Monitors meant i havnt had much access to a computer in a while.

Blarg.. my lack of posting is sad, my overwhelming amount of homework is depressing.. will try and post some time, very sorry people.

im really sorry folks, my inspiration for this thread has dried up and gone, Ive spent hours trying to think of something nifty and new to put up.. but cant think of a damm thing! rest assured, i might do this again sometime else so be watchful! and keep a pen or something to sign forms nearby <.<

Dammit. Perhaps you could make your people disagree with each other about something or another. That always works for me, but then again all my second level diplomats are like comedy duos: they dislike each other and are forced to cooperate... it's almost too easy to come up with a disagreement that way.