NationStates Jolt Archive

"Countrymen, friends, brothers.

It has been many years since we found our haven. Our home and cradle. And in those eyars we have changed for the btter. We have grown stronger, and in our strength we have gained purpose. We have evolved, and I have watched us become so much more than I could have ever dreamed. I have seen us grow in strength, I have seen our resolve and our pride grow.

Now it is time for us to show our strength to the universe. It is time for us to claim our rightful place among the stars! And to those who would stop us, and see us subjugated to their rule, and most of all to our ancient enemies of Ataster. We will burn their worlds...to the ground.

And so begins, the era of our home. The era of Rethan..."

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INCS Headlines
Apparent Military Build Up on Rethan
Moments ago, the Interplanetary Newscast Service recieved a videofeed via encrypted channels. The video depicts a planetwide announcement made by Primarch Dytalus Nihil of Rethan. Alongside the videofeed come worrying reports of massive military construction taking place in orbit over th planet.

Reports have come in confirming that the Rethast have finished construction of the first of what is no doubt many upper atmosphere defence platforms. Large numbers of Battleships have also been seen in orbit, backed up by huge numbers of strike craft. While it is possible that the Rethst are simply solidfying their defences, it is more likely that the massive increase in ships is a warning of offensive actions.

Not much is known of the Rethast, or their planet. However, it is of the utmost concern, particularly to neighbouring systems, that the reasons behind the sudden build up are discovered. Stay tuned for more news as it arrives.

*****
Captain van Stroyan stood on the observation deck staring at the strike cruisers moving around his ship. He turned to his staff on the bridge.

"Report. How long until we have left the gravity well?"

"Two minutes, sir."

"Prepare for a Slipspace Jump. Head for the nearest star system as allocated. You know the drill. Scan for lifesigns and jump out. Fire only if fired upon. This is an exploratory mission, not a search and destroy."

"Yes, sir. Co-ordinates locked in. Estimated travel time is 32 minutes, 47 seconds."

With a satisfied nod, van Stroyan turned back to the window. He watched as the Strike Cruisers entered Slipstreams one by one, each headed for another destination. Eight ships in total.

"Preparing for Slipspace jump. Slipstream opened in 3...2...1."

Van Stroyan shuddered and closed his eyes as he felt the dampeners take affect just before the Jump. When he opened his eyes again he saw only the white and blue streaming of Slipspace.

"Alert me when we are at T-Minus 5 Minutes to arrival. I will be in my quarters."

OOC: Finally got plenty of free time, and ready to emerge back into RPing. Working on getting a factbook up. Feel free to reply. I'm not looking for action, but I'll see what happens. ;) In regards to the time period, I'm on the borderline of FT and PMT. I'm FT in as far as I have FTL travel, but for most other things I'm PMT. My starships have limited shields and use missiles. My ground forces use bullets and the like. Just for clarification.

UHS Explorer

The Explorer was doing what it had been named to do. She was exploring a star system, about 20 lightyears from home. They had discovered a pre-warp civilization on one of the planets. They hadn't sent a shuttle down as it could have breached the prime directive. In orbit they made scans and were beginnin to leave orbit when something weird was picked up on long range sensors. Something was approaching the system at FTL speeds...

"Captain van Stroyan, we are 5 minutes from arrival"

van Stroyan looked up from his data-slate and sighed. Rising slowly, he moved to the door and exited his quarters onto the bridge, the door locking behind him with a slight click and a beep.

"All crew, prepare for Decelleration."

With a slight shudder, the Strike Cruiser exited Slipspace and rapidly slowed down.

"Captain, scans indicate another vessel." reported one of the cremen on the bridge.

"Threat level?"

"Unknown, sir. Shall we open a channel?"

"Affirmative, all known frequencies."

"Unidentified Vessel, this is Captain Herkule van Stroyan of the RMV Fracture. Please identify yourself. We are explorers, and we represent the Militocracy of Rethan."

That last part about being explorers was not strictly correct. The Fracture was a military vessel, it's crew trained for combat. But this was foremost and exploratory mission. All the same, van Stroyan's training prevailed.

"Raise shields and prepare the missile bays. I don't want to be caught out here. Full Anti-Matter and Kinetic loads."

"Yes, Captain."

"Remember gentlemen. For the glory of the Primarch."

"A ship is dropping out of FTL speeds" Tacttical officer Watson reported.
"Full scan" Captain Alex Munro ordered
"Rudemetry shields, missile weaponary" Watson reported "Minimal tactical threat, we are being hailed"

"Unidentified Vessel, this is Captain Herkule van Stroyan of the RMV Fracture. Please identify yourself. We are explorers, and we represent the Militocracy of Rethan."

"They are raising shields and arming their weapons" Watson reported
"Yellow alert, shields up, charge phasers, but don't arm the Photon Torpedos yet" Alex ordered "Open a chennel"
"Open"
"RMV Fracture, I am Captain Alexander Munro, of the United Hawk Ship Explorer" Alex said "Welcome to system P3X34"

RMV Fracture, I am Captain Alexander Munro, of the United Hawk Ship Explorer. Welcome to system P3X34

"Captain, scans indicate the other ship has also raised shields and is arming weapons."

van Stroyan thought for a short moment. More than likely this was not a ship which would pose much of a threat, nevertheless, Military Doctrine was more important than diplomacy in the Rethast Armada.

"Retract the Missile Bays, but keep the shields raised. Have the Bays ready to open and engage on a moments notice. Do we know of their battle capabilities?"

"No, sir. Although prelim indicates some form of energy weapon. Possibly laser."

Not a problem, Strike Cruisers had enough armour to withstand laser fire for relatively long periods of time. However, instinct told van Stroyan that this ship no doubt had a much stronger form of secondary weapon. It was undeniable that Rethast ships packed enormous firepower and speed, but were very structurally fragile. If this ship had missiles of equivalent power or stronger than the Fracture his cruiser would have to retreat.

"Let's keep our cool here. The Primarch wants to know what's immediately around us. He's not ready for conquest yet. Open a continuous comm channel."

"Captain Munro, it is a pleasure to meet you. I assume by your statement that this is not your homeworld, or even a colony. In that case, I suppose here is as good as anywhere for talks.

We are seeking information of the surrounding systems and races. Our race has only recently broken its isolationist nature and we are eager to learn."

"Good Herkule. Play the friendly card. But don't give away too much." though van Stroyan.

"If it would suit you, we can either accept diplomats onto our vessel, or we can dispatch a shuttle with ours. I am sure we have much to discuss."

van Stroyan relaxed in his command chair.

He hoped they weren't human....

"Send a SlipComm to Rethan. Inform High Command of the situation."

*****
"General Vaylen, sir. Incoming communique from Kolnkaptin van Stroyen of the Fracture. He's made contact with another race."

Lord-Marshall Istavar Vaylen looked up, his cold eyes examining the Rethast before him.

"Very well. Have me kept informed of the situation. Have we heard from the other ships?"

"Yes, sir. Five of them have found nothing and are returning home as per orders. The Exactor and Trivial hav not contacted as and we assume they are still in Slipspace."

"Very good. You may go."

"They have retracted their missiles" Watson reported.
"Alright, cool the phasers, but keep them on hotstandby" ALex ordered before listening to the other ships responce.
"Captain, I'd feel better if they came to us" Watson commented
"Very well" Alex said "We would be honoured to welcome you aboard the Explorer"

Suddenly, a small ship blasted into real-space, entering from a small, shimmering portal of golden light. It was the Eye of Magnus, mother-class exploration ship. It's hull and armour were covered in golden scripture and pyramids. A reacurring theme amongst the ship was that of a huge scarab, with one great eye in it's shell. They had heard the nearby transmissions from unknown ships and had come to investigate.

Captain Sr'al, a famous and well respected commander, was the captain of the vessel. He had been its Captain for nigh over five centuries, a short amount of time compared to some other captains. He was a small man, about seven feet tall, but his eyes glimmered with intelligence and wisdom. He wore a large overcoat of dark red, and a cap of pure black velvet.
"And you say you have found transmissions from a local source?" He mused, his chin clasped in his hand in thought. He was sitting in the captain's chair, a large throne inside a great hall of workers and scribes. The were no walls or ceilings, it was all super-tough glass, as to better observe their surroundings.
"Yes lord." replied Scribe Chellon, a holo-slate hovering in front of him as he tapped at a small keyboard covered in the Kaelan alphabet. "Several ships, shields raised, weapons retracted."
Sr'al nodded. "Very well, open up a message-link with them." His throne lifted up, floating further above the bustling workers.

"Unidentified ships. This is Captain Sr'al of the Eye of Magnus-Exploration ship of the Star Eater Kaelan Empire. We mean no harm. Please identify."

"Things are getting dangerous..." tought van Stroyan. Another ship entering the system increased the likelihood of either hostilities or of one of them having superior weaponry.

"Send a secure SlipComm, encode class Omega. Keep the stream open. I want reinforcements standing by, and see if we can get one of the other explorators out here. We're going to need the extra diplomats if nothing else."

"Yes, Captain. And sir? Incoming transmission from the Explorer."

We would be honoured to welcome you aboard the Explorer.
van Stroyan nodded to himself before pressing the comm-link button for the diplomatic quarters on his armrest.

"Diplomacy team, please report to Bay 1. You wil be accompanied by one unit of Infantry and a Stormkorp fire squad for security."

"Yes, Captain."

Turning to his tactical officer, van Stroyan commented "Let the infantry know I want them going in light. Sidearms only, no grenades or rifles. Stormtroopers are to be armed with Assault Rifles, no grenades. Five infantry and a Stormkorp duo should be ample security. We don't want any nasty surprises."

The Tactical offcer nodded just as a second transmission came through.

Unidentified ships. This is Captain Sr'al of the Eye of Magnus-Exploration ship of the Star Eater Kaelan Empire. We mean no harm. Please identify.

"Captain Sr'al, this is Captain Herkule van Stroyan of the HMV Fracture. We also mean no harm. We are open to negotiations, as I am sure there is much our two nations can learn from each other. Our diplomat team, however, is occupied. If you wish, we can accomadate some of your own on board our vessel."

van Stroyan had no intention of having two teams off his ship at the same time. If these newcomers wouldn't come to him, they'd have to settle for cross ship communications.

*****
Diplomat Johann Strauss and his two associates readied themselves in the docking bay. Strapping on their light armour and emergency beacons-just in case-they turned to the five Infantry who would be escorting them. Johann didn't like soldiers. Due to the Rethast way of life, soldiers in the army always thought of themselves as superior to other professions. Nothing irritated Johann more then soldiers. But the soldiers were subdued this time, and Johann knew exactly why.

The Stormkorp Fire Squad had arrived. There massive eight foot figures dwarfing the soldiers. Wearing advanced Liquid Protection Systems, the Stormtroopers were massive, even with the ultra slim design of the armour. Their red goggles turned to Johann. He shivered and had to resist the urge to back away.

"YOU ARE UNDER OUR PROTECTION. BY THE CAPTAINS COMMAND." The mechanical voice boomed from underneath the gas mask.

"Ahem..yes. Sh-shall we?" Johann turned to the shuttle craft and stepped in. The infantry followed behind, with the Stormkorp behind them again. The door sealed and within thirty seconds they were hurtling through space towards the Explorer.

"They are approaching" Watson commented
"Alright, security teams meet me in Shuttle bay one"

Shuttlebay one was packed with crewmembers, as a welcomeing commiteo, though there were security members

"Approaching now. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Touch down." The shuttle craft touched down inside the shuttle bay.

Johann turned to the shuttle pilot and soldier inside. "Stay here and wait for us."

Turning to the Stormtroopers, Johann knew bringing them out would probably be a bad idea. "May be you two should stay here, watch the.."

"NEGATIVE. ORDERS ARE TO PROTECT DIPLOMACY TEAM."

Johann winced. "Of course...Okay, Infantry, three of you stay here and watch the ship. Two of you come with us as well." And with that, Johann activated the ships doors and stepped out to the vast welcoming committee. The two soldiers and his associates stepped out next, the soldiers keeping their weapons holstered, but hands ready. The Stormkorp followed next, Assault Rifles cradled in their arms, ducking to avoid hitting the roof of the craft.

The air began to burn Johann's lungs and sting his eyes. Reaching to his waist, he pulled up his half-face mask and goggles. Instantly the acidic taste of the Oxybrine washed down his throat and he breathed easy before stepping forward and announcing.

"I am Johann Strauss of Rethan. These are my two associates and our security detail. Which of you will be conducting these negotiations?"

"What the hell?" Alex asked watson before walking over to the team "I'm captain Munro, I'll be confucting the negotioations"

"Captain, it is a pleasure to meet you. Is there somewhere we can talk. I'm afraid it will be quite impossible for me to be alone with you, or anyone for that matter. Stormtroopers are very strict in following their orders. However, I am sure we can work out some arrangement."

He waved a hand at one of his aides who produced a data-slate.

"I have authorisation to conduct negotiations on bealf of the Primarch of Rethan. I hope our appearance does not cause you discomfort. It is quite painful for us to breath anything other than our own air, or for our eyes to be without it for too long. You are..human, are you not?"

******
"Captain, the diplomats have boarded the foreign vessel. Beacon signals are active."

"Excellent. Keep me informed. How are we with the reinforcements?"

"Command has ordered another ship to our position. Strike Cruiser Tesla has redirected itself and should be here within the next few minutes."

"We've already got a conferance room set up" Alex smiled "This way"

"Excellent." Johann motioned to his aides who moved just behind him. The Stormtroopers stood on either side of them, while the Infantry stood behind.
"Please, lead the way Captain."

Alex, Watson, and a small security detail, led the diplomats and Stromtroopers through the ship to a conferance room. He motioed to one side of the table.
"Have a seat please gentlement" He said as he and Watson sat on the other side.

Johann sat down, with his aides sitting down next to him on either side. The Stormtrooper remained standing jus behind Johanns shoulder, while the Infantry stood by the door.

"Now, first things first. On behalf of Primarch Dytalus Nihil, of the Militocracy of Rethan, I extend our warmest greetings. I am sure there is much for us to discuss.

You are the first nation we have encountered thus far in our travels, and I am correct in assume you are homo sapiens? That is, human?"

"We also extend our greetings to you" Alex said "And yes we are Humans, though some of us are anchestors of human-Archien, the archien lived on our outermost moon, they murged with us and we found ourselves to reproductive capable"

"Human..."

Johann paused, thinking hard. The Prime Goal rang out in his mind.

"I wonder...Do you know of the Empire of Ataster?"

"No, we've not heard of them" Alex replied "Though we've only been out in space for about a year"

"No matter. Simply a side thought.

Captain, I wonder, if perhaps we could learn more about you? Your kind, I mean. It has been a long time since we have ventured into space, and our Primarch is eager to learn of other races. I would, of course, be willing to tell you all I am authorised to." Johann smiled at the captain.

"Of course" Alex smled "Our scientsts acheived Warp one about 80 years ago, in the 8 decade since then we reached warp 5 and increased the technology on our ships to allow for intersteller travel, currently our only out of solar outpost is Starbase one, from where we set out, our people are a friendly people for the most part, unless you upset them"

"Brief. Then I shall respond in kind." thought Johann.

"Well, what can I say about our species...

We were once human, much like you. However, we fled persecution at the hands of our old allies eventually finding out current Fatherland. Rethan.

Unfortunately, our planet was a cruel cradle and many of our colonists suffered under the acidic air and extreme weather. In time our bodies have adapted. We are the Rethast now. After over a hundred years of isolationism, our Primarch has in his wisdom seen fit to move out into the stars. And here we are.

I think it is only fair you know what we can offer should we pursue trade agreements. But before I can continue, is there somwhere I can speak with my associates privately and contact our Fatherland?"

"Of course, theres an ante-room, just through that door" Alex replied sitting back in his chair

Johann stood and nodded curtly at the Captain before turning to the ante-room. His contingent followed closely behind, the Stormtroopers again ducking under the door before it closed behind the them. Johann turned as the Infantry and Stormtroopers took up positions around the room.

"What do we think?" He asked.

One of his aides replied, "I think we should invite them to Rethan. It is the only way we will be able to do anything of substance."

"I agree, Lukas, but we cannot just bring anyone back to the Homeworld."

One of the Infantry piped up from thecorner of the room.

"Bring them home! They're human! Pathetic weaklings."

"Silence!" chastised Johann, "They may be human, but they have no affiliation with Ataster. At least, not that we know of."

The second aide, Mikale, responded: "I agree with the soldier. We cannot bring them to Rethan. I believe anything we do will have to be small until we are sure of their intentions."

Johann thought for a moment and tapped the side of his mask.

"Johann to the Fracture. Request a direct SlipComm Link with Homeworld."

"Affirmative. Patching you through now."

A few seconds and then..

"This is Vaylen. Go ahead."

"Lord-Marshal, we have made contact with a human nation. They appear well-intentioned. Request permission to open trade negotiations and to invite them back to homeworld."

Again, a pause of several seconds as the message travelled. Johann made sure to keep the volume on his headpiece as low as possible. He knew all too well of Vaylen's contempt of humanity, and of aliens in general.

"Negative on invite. The Primarch will not allow humans on our world, not just after meeting them at any rate. You have clearance for trade negotiations."

"Understood. Strauss Out. Numquam Succumbe."

"Numquam cedite. Homeworld out."

Johann composed himself before returning to the negotiation table.

Alex looked up as the otehrs returned

"Incoming message, lord." said another scribe, tapping away at several panels floating in front of him.
"Very well, open it up." The Captain responded.
"Captain Sr'al, this is Captain Herkule van Stroyan of the HMV Fracture. We also mean no harm. We are open to negotiations, as I am sure there is much our two nations can learn from each other. Our diplomat team, however, is occupied. If you wish, we can accomadate some of your own on board our vessel." Sr'al grunted.
"Scribe Chellon." He called. His personal scribe appeared nearby, a pile of yellowed pages of dog-eared paper-work and a few data-slates in his hands.
"Lord." He nodded, placing the items onto a nearby desk, floating a few feet above the ground.
"Send a new message." Sr'al said, and turned away from his assistant.

"Captain, it is a pleasure to meet you, and good to know that no harm is intended."

Quickly moving away from the vox-casters, Sr'al motioned to Chellon. "Prepare the team. Plain and simple." Chellon nodded again, already tapping away with a stylus into his slate. The Captain moved back to the vox to continue the message.

"It would be a great honour indeed if you would allow us to come aboard your fine vessel to begin talks."

Captain, it is a pleasure to meet you, and good to know that no harm is intended. It would be a great honour indeed if you would allow us to come aboard your fine vessel to begin talks.

van Stroyan nodded towards his Tactical officer, who turned towards his mic.

"Security Detail to Bay 2. Repeat Security Detail to Bay 2. Ten Infantry and 2 Stormkorp Fire Squads."

van Stroyan was satisified. Ten Infantry and four Stormtroopers would be ample security. He turned to his comm-link console.

"And we would be honoured to accept you. I am sending co-ordinates of the Bay. There will be a security team to accept you and direct you towards your temporary quarters. Our Diplomats will be with you shortly."

*****
Johann and the other Rethast all returned to their positions.

"I apologise for the delay. I have recieved word that I am authorised to discuss Trade negotiations, though I am not sure what we have to offer you.

Due to our planets volatile nature, we can offer you an element called Casture. This is an incredibly unstable ore which can be used in any number of weaponry possibilities. There is, of course, more we can offer..."

Originally posted by Captain Herkule van Stroyan of the HMV Fracture

And we would be honoured to accept you. I am sending co-ordinates of the Bay. There will be a security team to accept you and direct you towards your temporary quarters. Our Diplomats will be with you shortly.


Sr'al nodded, and his throne lowered down to the ground. He stepped lightly off, and looked around the room.
"Somebody prepare a ship and program the co-ordinates. I want them over there now."

Chellon tapped again, his fist making a resounding thud as it rapped across the smooth, wooden doors of the room. Usually, Chellon would use his Psyker powers to search the room for anyone inside but this room had been nulled.
"..My lord?" He murmered. After a moment, a soft voice greeted him.
"Chellon. Come in." Chellon shrugged slightly, and opened the twin doors. He instantly felt as flash of emptyness as his psychic senses were repressed, and he suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable.
The room was covered in rose-red heraldry and silk. Those walls not filled with such ornaments were covered in huge book shelfs that lifted up all the way to the ceiling. It was quite a large room, and the first thing that truly caught his eye, was the great, black desk that was placed squarely in the middle of the room. Piled upon the desk were numerous books and scrolls, and seated, his back to Chellon, was a huge man, scribbling away. He was wearing robes of pure white, a large contrast to the many reds and purples of the room.The figure turned, his face spreading into a cheerful smile.
"I haven't seen you in a while, scribe." He said, placing his feathered pen into a pot of blood-red ink as he got up. It was then that a man would realise how huge the robed man was. He towered above even Chellon, about nine feet tall, his hand spreading in a symbol of peace.
"It is good to see you as well, Urn'th Praal." Chellon stammered, his eyes lowered. The Urn'th were the elite of the Star Eater empire, the great Battle-Scholars of Magnus and of R'and'ahl Flagh.
"You have need of me, Chellon?" Praal asked, his eyes looking deep into Chellon's.
"Yes, lord. The Captain is preparing a diplomatic team. He wishes for you to be the security of Ambassador Khurl." Chellon replied, scanning the rest of the room. Instantly, he saw what he had been searching for. A huge set of armour, in gold and silver, with a great scarab on the breast plate. On another stand, was a great helmet, laced with red scripture. That was the null-helmet, which stopped any invading minds from entering the Urn'ths' Most of the armour was covered in red silk, apart from the leg armour, which was dominated by a white flag hanging between the two legs of the powered plate. The Star of Magnus was imprinted onto the banner, a star with four, swirling lines on each side, a coloured in the red of the morning sun.
Praal's voice snapped Chellon back to look at the man. "Very well. I will inform the Ambassador. Make sure the ship is ready, if you would, Chellon."

"Ship launching in one minute." A scribe read off a monitor. Sr'al smiled.
"Ready, Ambassador?" He called over the vox, crossing his arms.
"As always, Captain." replied the eager, young voice of Khurn.
"Good." Sr'al said. He didn't need to ask the Urn'th the same question. He was ready. Always was.
"Thrity seconds. Occupants prepare to launch."

The ship blasted off, numerous boosters along it's hull firing as it left the Eye of Magnus, towards the HMV Fracture.



OOC:Top half of Praal's armour: http://fc22.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/052/f/b/Thousand_Sons__Pre_heresy_by_Bastou.jpg

OOC: I couldn't tell by reading, is Sr'al on the ship, or is it just the Ambassador and Praal?

"Captain, they're on their way."

van Stroyan looked out of the observation deck and watched the small shuttle approach. He didn't like having others on his ship, but it was a necessity. He'd just have to try and get them off as fast as possible.

"We need the Tesla's diplomats. Where is the ship?"

His Detection station officer smiled wrily.

"Uncanny timing, sir. Just exiting Slipspace now."

Thirty seconds later there was a flash of blue and the HMV Tesla rapidly decellerated before circling round to approach the Fracture.

Captain van Stroyan, I have the diplomacy crew ready to embark. Where are they to meet your...guests?

van Stroyan pressed the comm-button on his armrest.

"Bay 3. The contingent from the Eye of Magnus are to land there shortly. Recommend attaching a security detail."

Of course, as per protocol. Two Stormtroopers should complement your security measures nicely. I figured less men would be cause for less concern.

van Stroyan hadn't thought about that...

"Good thinking. My security officer will show both your men and the diplomats to the chambers for talks."

He turned to the Tactical Officer.

"Lessen the guard. We don't want to frighten them until we have some idea of what we're up against. Remove the Stormtroopers, halve the Infantry."

"Is there any chance we can get a small sample of the ore, for my scientists to investigate?" Alex asked

"I am afraid due to its instability, we do not have any on hand. However...If you would like, I can accompany a team of your men to our ship where we can show you it in a stable and controlled environment." replied Johann.

"I can leave a few of our men behind as 'collateral'. This is the only way you will be able to see it an time soon."

"Of course, I'll orginise a science team@

OOC: It's just the Ambassador and Praal. Also, I think I'll change Praal's height to eight feet instead of nine.

IC: Khurn looked out through the large window, interest playing across his face. He was leaning forwards in his seat, wearing a large black coat in stark contrast to the usual attire of the Kaelans. Praal stood at the back of the shuttle, near the door, his face covered by his huge helmet. A huge power scimitar of amazing design was sheathed at his waist. He carried his weapon, the Kaelan bolter, in his two hands. A bolter was the main weapon of the Urn'th, a huge weapon that would take three normal men to hold up. It fired large, self-proppeling bolts that exploded on impact and caused devestation whenever it was fired. Praal's armour was shining as ever, but some of it was covered in dark silk of red and orange.

"Minimal threat, Praal." He mused. Most would be surprised that the Ambassador dared to use Praal's name, but he was either too young or too reckless to care. Probably a bit of both. "They have only just reached the technology of space travel, it would seem." He said again. Praal didn't reply. "What do you make of them?" The Ambassador asked, turning his head to the Urn'th.
"I have yet to meet them, lord." Praal replied over a private vox channel. Khurn nodded, his face expressionless. The Star Eaters were experts at disguising their emotions, which all Kaelans had learnt to do early on in their lives as due to their psychic nature, they felt emotions much stronger than the average person.
"Fair enough." He said, and was about to turn to watch outside the window but he was iterrupted by a monotone voice of the pilot: a half man, half machine servitor.
"Docking with xeno ship. Prepare to disembark."
Khurn stood up, just as Praal turned, ready with his bolter in front of him to seek possible targets and enemies. "Urn'th." Khurn said, walking towards him. "It would be better if you stayed behind me. We wouldn't want them to get the wrong impression, would we?" Praal lowered his bolter, and stepped behind the Ambassador.
"Just be careful, lord." He muttered over the vox.
"You are too cautious, dear Praal." Khurn responded.
"My job has taught me to be." Praal said, as the doors started to slide apart.

"Stormtroopers, keep your eyes on that shuttle. Security, you too." Colonel Istin fidgeted nervously. While he had complete faith in the Stormkorp capabilities, he was also fully aware of the fact that these people had more advanced ship technology. As the doors of the xenos shuttle opened, the Stormtroopers and assembled security personnel (numbering roughly twelve infantry raised weapons cautiously.

The most striking thing was the mountainous armoured figure. Easily the size of a Stormtrooper, but with far more ornate armour, a number of the Infantry flinched but kept weapons raised. The Stormkorp, true to their psycho-conditioning, remained motionless.

"Greetings, I am Colonel Istin, if you will accompany me please? I will show you to your quarters. We are awaiting arrival of diplomats from the Tesla. They should be here within the next 10 minutes."

With that, Istin motioned towards the doors before walking. The Stormtroopers moved slowly to follow him, keeping their eyes on the armoured figure.

*****
"Wonderful." replied Johann. Turning to his two aides, Johann nodded. They would stay here with the Stormtroopers. The Infantry would follow Johann back to the ship.

"I shall return to my shuttle. I would recommend wearing any breathing equipment you have. Our atmosphere is toxic and slightly radioactive. I will try to keep your visit as short as possible. You can either ride with me, or take a shuttle of your own."

"Science team will meet you in shuttle bay, we'll take our own shuttle over if you wish us to?"

--1427, Local System Time--

"Commander, the recent monthly intelligence scans show that the inhabitants from the nearby system of Omega-6624, called Rethan by the natives, is ramping up military production. They are still a weak people, however. While their forces outnumber our own in this sector, their main strengths are not in conflict, and their forces have had no external contact that we have noted. Their ships are heavily armed with guided ordinance, but they appear to have little in the way of light combat craft. From observed operations, we can surmise that the enemy uses strike cruisers to guard their larger capital ships and act as a screening force. An analysis of this information compared to our own vessel capabilities suggests that we should use our stealth systems to approach undetected and use our weaponry at shorter range, where the blast from their weapons put them in danger of damaging or destroying their own vessels."

Slowly, the man looked up, the deep black of the uniform clashing with the pale white of the Huerdaen officer's skin. For a moment, he was silent, then he nodded to the junior officer, offering a salute from behind his desk. "Understood, Lieutenant Suredellin. Thank you for the report. Get me a line to Captain H'Azzim of the Spartan battle group. We'll send a small detachment to investigate. Perhaps we can learn something from observing their actions."

The younger soldier saluted, and the career officer sat back, waiting for the telltale ping that notified him of a connection. It was short in coming, followed almost immediately by the voice of Commander Ol'Dissah's most trusted officer. "Commmander. I have just received a copy of the report. Your junior officer also informed me that we are to move out. I am preparing my division on combat alert, and will dispatch a heavy cruiser, supported by three broadside cruisers, a ghost, and associated destroyers. My goal is to isolate an enemy patrol or scout ship and make contact there under the safety of superior force until we can determine their intentions."

The seasoned officer smiled, and nodded simply, rising from his seat, an old, grizzled hand lifting the gold-trimmed peaked cap to his head, settling it with ages-old ease. "Thank you, Captain. You are authorized to launch. May you bring honor to your family in this endeavor...again." Chuckling, he closed the link, and finished to himself. "And I shall make my report to the Dragonsblood. They'll need to know of the development." With a sigh, Commander Ol'Dissah began collecting the relevant information, including the information gathered during the particular FTL drives the natives used, as well as the recent projection of presence in the sector. The Huerdaen forces were few, but as yet undetected as far as they could tell, and that gave them the advantage they needed. With a sigh, he glanced at the tactical comparisons of the sleek, shielded Huerdaen cruisers compared to their Rethan counterparts. If it came to the guns, the Huerdaen crews were more experienced, but their armor was lesser. It would come down to the stealth fields and jamming equipment that would protect them from enemy missiles to keep them alive. Still, the heavy gauss cannons and batteries of rail guns would serve to act as a protective screen. Fortunately, some of the vessels were even armed with the disruptor beams, which would give them a distinctive edge once the enemy shields were eliminated.

--1608, Local System Time--

Captain H'Azzim stood at the bridge of the Heavy Cruiser Deathwing, as the last of his destroyers pulled up alongside. The group was formed around the small, vulnerable 'Ghost' craft that protected them from enemy sensors and detection. It was weaponless and poorly armored, but the dark gray hull and advanced electronic warfare equipment made losses of these vital vessels rare. And this particular vessel had been in his battle group for many engagements. Junior Officer Tel'Saiyah was a shrewd and capable commander, and there was no better officer to be in charge of the ship on this vital mission than her. Keying in the command on the console at his side, Captain H'Azzim sent out the orders to deploy to the target system of Omega-6624, as the Ghost momentarily shrouded them in the cold dark of space, blacking out sensors and making the ships disappear against anything except the naked eye. Almost immediately, the darkness was gone as the uplink to the Ghost activated, feeding the advanced sensor data and ship positions from the smaller, specialized craft. When all ships had reported the link complete, the quiet, strong ion drives of the warships came to life, maneuvering the crafts for the jump.

Before the open, blast-proofed main window on the bridge, Captain H'Azzim watched the controlled wormholes form, moments before the Deathwing was dragged forcefully into the gaping maw, for the rough, dangerous journey to their destination. They could appear almost instantly anywhere within quite a few parsecs, but while they could determine where they appeared, they could not determine which way they would be facing as they came tumbling out of the gaping holes in space. Slowly, the armored blast shield rose over the viewport, as the Deathwing went dark in preparation for recon work, seconds from hurtling out at the edges of system Omega-6624.

Khurn blinked as the doors slid open to reveal several men, their weapons raised cautiously. Praal, upon seeing the raised weapons, made to step in front of the Ambassador, but a quick warning glance from Khurn ordered him otherwise.
"Greetings, I am Colonel Istin, if you will accompany me please? I will show you to your quarters. We are awaiting arrival of diplomats from the Tesla. They should be here within the next 10 minutes." said a man, standing in front of the assembled warriors. Khurn was about to reply, but the man was already walking away. With a small shrug to Praal, he moved to catch up with the Colonel as he walked. Praal walked behind the Ambassador, his long strides allowing him to quickly reach the man as he hurried after Istin. As he walked, he kept an eye on the numerous warriors as they formed up around them. He noted that one unit seemed to be showing next to no emotions as they walked, and he kept a careful watch of the weapons raised at him as he went.

Khurn caught up with the Colonel and matched his strides with his hands behind his back. "Allow me to introduce myself, Colonel. I am Ambassador Khurn of the Kaelan Empire. That is Urn'th Praal." He said with a motioning hand behind him. Praal was walking closely behind them, his helmeted head looking straight ahead and his gun to his chest. The Ambassador could tell that the Urn'th was adopting the Kaela Shwer, a tactic meant to disguise the warrior as being off-guard and relaxed while actually preparing to attack at a moments notice. This was just a normal precaution upon meeting new species but Khurn dearly hoped the man would not have to use it.
"So you say the, ah, Tesla will be arriving soon. Are they allies of yours?"

OOC: Ah, things get interesting. Just a note for you Huerdae: I do have light combat craft, they just stay docked with the larger craft until combat. And, though it's not majorly important, the Rethast have had contact with outer races. The first two hundred years or so of their history as a space faring race has them fighting for independence and fleeing to Rethan. Granted, they've not fought in about four hundred years, but they're not completely useless either.

HMV Fracture
"Ah yes, the Tesla is one of our Strike Cruisers. They just arrived in system and have sent a shuttle with their Diplomacy contingent. You should not be waiting long." Istin stopped outside a door and entered a quick five digit code. The door slid open and he waved his hand, showing the way.

"These shall serve as your quarters, and they have a door to the meeting room on the other side. I shall send a message when the diplomats arrive. For now, perhaps you could tell me your preferred atmosphere? Ours, unfortunately, is composed primarily of a radioactive, acidic and quite poisonous gas. To most species at least. I can however, have the air within your quarters cleaned if you do not have sufficient breathing equipment."

Meanwhile, the Shuttle from the Tesla had arrived. Diplomat Vaughton Kreis and his two Stormtrooper bodyguards made quickly for the meeting room. An Infantry Sergeant briefed them as they walked.

"There's just two, but one is very heavily armoured. We don't expect them to try anything while on board, but we're watching the room anyway."

"I trust their private quarters are unmonitored?"

"Of course. The Captain didn't want to risk the lives of our diplomats by offending them."

"Good. Then, show me to them."

*****
Explorer
"Taking your own shuttle will be fine. I shall go on ahead and inform the Captain. Take your time." Johann left the room, followed by the Infantry leaving two rather nervous looking aides and the ominous Stormtroopers behind.

He returned to his shuttle and within ten minutes was back on board the Fracture.

"Inform the Captain we shall have more guests. I will wait here for their arrival."

*****
Rethan Orbital Defence Station
General Josef Ardec stood staring out at the void of space before him. He watched as two more of the explorator Strike Cruisers returned, bringing the total number of ships in orbit to sixteen, four of which were Leviathans.

"General Ardec, sir? Lord-Marshal Vaylen is on the commlink for you."

Sighing, Asdec turned to the communications console. He couldn't think of anyone who enjoyed speaking with the fanatical Vaylen. As cold as he was xenophobic, Vaylen was known to execute men for uniform violation and was a sponsor of the inter-army "Training Wars" Good lives were lost in those wars, though Ardec had to admit - it was infinitely better at training troops then any amount of non-live fire combat.

"Yes, Lord-Marshal?"

"Kindral Ardec, update"

Ardec groaned inwardly. Vaylen always insisted on using the official rank titles. That was another thing he shot men for.

"The larger part of the fleet is in orbit. Upper Orbit Defence Systems are operating at peak efficiency." As they have been for five years, thought Ardec.

"Excellent. Then they have passed all examinations. You are to be commended Kindral. Numquam succumbe."

"Numquam cedite." The link went dead.

For some odd reason, Ardec did feel proud. Having passed all firing tests and surviving five years, the Upper Defences were finally passed for full operation.

Which meant he was given full command of Rethans first planetary defence line.

His only regret was that it was nowhere near the most formidable...

Alex met the science team in the cargo bay, the two man security detail were also waiting there.
"ALright, keep a watch out, get full readings and get back here as quciklu as you can" Alex instructed as they got aboard a shuttle.

OoC: Then we can assume that the intermittent images and scans show very few of your lighter combat craft, or none at all. Perhaps all that was caught in the scans were patrols. The Huerdaen probe would have to scan VERY rarely, and if we assume that it hasn't been in operation very long, then it's entirely possible that it has caught few craft, enough to assume that they are nothing more than civilian freighters. The reason the Huerdaen mention that your forces are 'weak' is because the Huerdaen are highly militant, and have compulsory military service. In contrast with the Rethan, the number of forces in the Huerdaen military would likely be a larger percentage of the population - However, as mentioned, the Huerdaen Empire is actually quite small.

--1614, Origin System Time--

The Huerdaen warships had tumbled out of the wormholes in much the way they were expected. Some were gyrating, others were spinning, and one was headed quite calmly directly backward. Using minimal thrusters for control, the small battle group came to a stop, at the edge of the system, just as the ghost checked in to confirm that all links had remained active.

Even so, it was a tense 27 seconds before the Probe's response showing that the enemy forces had not reacted in the slightest to them. As far as the battle group could tell, their arrival had gone entirely unnoticed. Positioning themselves quietly in the asteroid field near the probe, the ships remained running dark, hunters observing their prey. On the bridge, the tenseness in the air slowly relaxed, and Captain H'Azzim rose once more, examining the tactical map at the information gained from the probe's passive, listening scan that displayed the sources of enemy radiating energy, most often signs of scanners and shields. The information was quite disheartening, as it appeared that the enemy had quite a few more active warships in orbit than the small battle group could engage with quickly. Narrowing his eyes, he turned to his officers. "Send instructions for the probe to make a single active scan, have it upload the data, and go dark. Have the Ironclad deploy another probe further out from the cluster, in case this alerts them to our presence. I need as much information as we can get." As the orders were echoed out across the comm channels, he stood staring at the grim and dark tactical map, the bridge lit only by minimal red lighting, making the slowly pulsing objects on the TacMap stared defiantly up at him.

The Huerdaen crew remained silent, the veteran and highly trained crews waiting for orders from their commanding officer. If there was one major advantage of the Huerdaen Brotherhood that served as the forces that guarded and protected the Huerdaen empire, it was that they were highly trained, elite, and some of the most disciplined forces known to fly the stars. Many claimed that this discipline was what led to the unquestionable nature of the fascist government that ruled the fleet, but following their exile from their homeland, the Huerdaen had thrived, moving from inhospitable world to inhospitable world, setting up outposts and cities more akin to fortresses than settlements. Moons and asteroids were often their home, giving their small empire impressive industrial, and therefor military, might for its size, though it remained lacking in many other areas of normal development for a civilization. On the command decks of the waiting warships, the captains watched as the Probe's scan swept out across the foreign defenses, the probe giving away its position to the possible enemy as it reported the accurate data to the waiting warships. Aboard Deathwing, Captain H'Azzim shook his head.

"Four heavies, and twelve smaller vessels. If they come in force, we will not be able to engage. Our best hope is that they will send a single explorator vessel that we can quickly disable or capture." Grimacing, he turned to his comm officer. "Signal base with this information. We suspect that our presence will be soon investigated. In the case of a greater force, we will either vacate the system, or reveal our presence and make contact with the foreigners. Otherwise, we will attempt to make contact in a more subtle manner and gain information more properly." As he spoke, the Destroyers in his battle group moved to take position hiding in the sensor shadows of the asteroids near the location of the probe, while the Heavy cruiser was forced to remain away from the floating debris, to preserve its defenses. The Ghost continued shrouding the battle group, though to the naked eye, the Heavy cruiser was clear and obvious to any looking on, the black and gold of the mighty warship in stark contrast to the drab gray of the nearby asteroids.

"Begin preliminary loading. If they have recon vessels, I don't wish to be caught unprepared in our own ambush. All ships, high alert. Let's see who comes to take a look." Quietly, to himself, he smiled, and finished his thought. "And may the Dragonsblood have mercy on them." Around the bridge, the patriotic crew smiled, quite aware of the vicious and particularly efficient nature of their battle group commander.

"Ah yes, the Tesla is one of our Strike Cruisers. They just arrived in system and have sent a shuttle with their Diplomacy contingent. You should not be waiting long."
Khurn turned as the Colonel stopped outside a door, punching in a small code into the panel next to the doorway. Khurn quickly memerized the combination and glanced away before the man noticed.
"These shall serve as your quarters, and they have a door to the meeting room on the other side. I shall send a message when the diplomats arrive. For now, perhaps you could tell me your preferred atmosphere? Ours, unfortunately, is composed primarily of a radioactive, acidic and quite poisonous gas. To most species at least. I can however, have the air within your quarters cleaned if you do not have sufficient breathing equipment." The Colonel said, turning to look at the Ambasador.
"Our air is the average standard. Mostly oxygen, some nitrogen, carbon dioxide." Khurn said. "I'm afraid I have no breathing equipment with me, so if you could clean it I would be very thankful. Although I'm sure Praal wouldnt mind." Khurn said carefully. "His armour and biological make-up could probably withstand it." he said.

Praal had stopped behind them, and remained motionless and statue-esque, and seeing the warrior's helmet made Khurn's thoughts flash to their Psyker abilities. Did they have any? Did they know of psychic abilities? Perhaps. Either way the xenos wouldn't get in their minds without either of the Kaelans knowing, which was why neither dared try to use their powers, because of not wanting to offend the warriors while they surrounded the two, but also beause anyone with any psychic ability whatsoever would know if somebody was probing their mind, which would certainly be taken as a hostile move. Khurn decided to keep quiet, lest the people of the HMV Fracture turn more eyes on them than what was wanted or needed.

OOC: Ooh, I like you already Huerdae. ;) Militaristic, patriotic. Much like my nation. Granted, only 12% are in the military (active and reserves) and only 5% on active duty, but that still amounts to roughly 275,000,000 on active service at any one time.

HMV Fracture
"The shuttle is approaching. Prepare security teams and docking clamps."

Johann stood still, his mask and goggles discarded, and watched as the shuttle approached the bay. Once inside, the security teams raised their weapons. Johann inwardly chastised their ready xenophobia, but knew it was for the safety of the Militocracy. He turned towards the shuttle doors and waited.

*****
Rethan Orbital Defence Station
"General Ardec! We got something on scanner!"

"Distance?"

"Just outside the gravity well, sir. Blinked in. It's gone again, but it was definitely something."

"Asteroid? Debris?"

"No, sir. Most likely a ship. Small, possible a shuttle or probe."

Ardec gritted his teeth. A probe...

"Order the station and all platforms to Yellow alert. I want weapons ready to fire. Get all types of scanning going up to two thousand miles outside gravity well. Sonar, heat detection, spacial distortion...everything. If something's out there, I want to know about it. Get Vaylen on comms."

Ardec was not looking forward to this...

"This better be good Kindral."

"Yes Lord-Marshal. Scans just detected something, possibly a probe or shuttle."

"Have you ordered a full wave scan?"

"Yes, sir. I will alert you to anything we detect. Should I send out a Strike cruiser to investigate?"

"Negative. We can't risk losing a Strike Cruiser. Dispatch a fighter squadron, have them scout the area. Broadcast on all waves, see if there's anyone or anything else out there."

"Yes, sir." Turning to the comms deck, Ardec announced "I want a broad spectrum outbound. Same range as scanners. Radio, Slipstream, everything we have."

Within minutes a squadron of six deep space fighters had been dispatched towards the detected anomaly, and Ardec broadcast his message.

"We know you are out there. We also know you are hiding from us. You have trespassed on Rethast territory. If you have hostile intentions, do not mistake us for some weak willed people. We have a history of bloodshed and resistance and we know exactly how to fight. If, however, you have diplomatic or exploratory intentions, reveal yourselves so that we may talk openly. By order of the Primarch, no harm is to come to well meaning explorers."

What Ardec neglected to mention was that this welcoming nature would last only until their old oppressors were found...

*****
HMV Fracture - Diplomacy Quarters
Within seconds, the air had been cleaned of all Oxybrine and replaced with a Class 00-T Atmosphere, as had been described by the diplomats.

A message was announced over the comm link to the two waiting crew of the Eye of Magnus.

"Visitors, I am Diplomat Vaughton Kreis of the Militocracy. When you are ready, we shall be in the Diplomatic Meeting Room."

Khurn breathed in a great breath of "fresh" air.
"Well, this is nice, hm?" He said, swinging his arms as he took in the room. Praal remained silent. Khurn shrugged and started to walk further through the room before he was stopped by a sudden message over the comm link.
"Visitors, I am Diplomat Vaughton Kreis of the Militocracy. When you are ready, we shall be in the Diplomatic Meeting Room." Praal looked towards the door at the other end of the room.
"Shall we, Ambassador?" He said motioning with his bolter. The two made their way to the door and opened it, looking inside.

The Science team, led my Lt Commander Joan Ring, stepped down onto the deck, into raised weapons

OOC:Some advance warning, I've got a busy time ahead. So for the next day, possibly two, I won't be able to reply to this. I have no intention of letting it die though, so I will come back to it. Sorry, but it was unexpected and can't be avoided.

HMV Fracture - Docking Bay 1
"Lower your weapons." Ordered the Sergeant and the Rethast dutifully obeyed. Johann stepped forward to greet the visiting team.

"If you will follow me please, the engineering department have prepared a sample of the Casture for you to examine. OUr team shall be present at all times to ensure your safety." Johann turned and began to walk towards the elevator. He was distinctly aware of the murmurings moving around the room. Whispers barely audible, and he could not discern what they were saying. But he could guess. The soldiers were not at all happy with having humans on their ship.

*****
HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
"Greetings, I am Vaughton Kreis. Please, take a seat."

Kreis sat at the head of the table, tightening his gas mask.

"For your convenience, the air in here has also been replaced with an atmosphere more suitable for your lungs. Though, I am afraid it may be quite stale."

The Stormtroopers stood emotionless, two directly behind the Diplomat and another two in the corners of the room furthest from the two guests. Their eyepieces glowed green as they updated the Supersoldiers on the two new arrivals. Their guns remained lowered, but fingers were kept on the triggers.

"Of course" Joan replied and the team followed Johann to the elevator.

Captain H'Azzim was mildly disgusted. The stations went out with everything they had, and the stations became a beehive of activity. Unfortunately, the part of his plan that didn't work well was that instead of a cruiser, or even a destroyer, the enemy sent a single wing of fighters. Heavy fighters, it seemed, likely capable of deep space flight, but fighters none-the-less. They wouldn't depend solely on scanners, and despite the Ghost's abilities, it couldn't hide a Heavy cruiser from everything. Even a single simple telescope on the stations would have given away the Heavy Cruiser's position.

With the fighters streaking toward them, the Captain made a quick decision, and nodded to his crew. "Ghost, get in close and use our shadow to mask yourself from detection. Stay on our belly, and we'll keep the fighters at bay. All ships, deploy intereceptors, and take up position around the Deathwing." Within moments, the formation was created, with fighter squadrons circling like bees around a hive, and Captain H'Azzim sighed, closing his eyes. "Alright. Let them see us."

Almost immediately, the battle group appeared on every scanning spectrum available, a small cluster of what were obviously warships, surprisingly lightly armored, and carrying batteries of projectile weaponry of varying configurations. At the same moment, the comm channels lit up with the force's response in a simple audio response.

"This is the I.M.S. Deathwing of the Huerdaen Empire. We are pleased to at last open up communications with your people, but demand that you divert your combat vessels immediately. Approaching any closer to the battle group will result in you being fired upon. We are aware of your recent increase in military might, and care not for your boasting of combat skill. For as long as we have monitored your people, you have been idle or fighting only yourselves. Choose your words carefully, Defender, for we do not take kindly to threats."

Rethan Orbital Command

This is the I.M.S. Deathwing of the Huerdaen Empire. We are pleased to at last open up communications with your people, but demand that you divert your combat vessels immediately. Approaching any closer to the battle group will result in you being fired upon. We are aware of your recent increase in military might, and care not for your boasting of combat skill. For as long as we have monitored your people, you have been idle or fighting only yourselves. Choose your words carefully, Defender, for we do not take kindly to threats.

Ardec was still not convinced, but if there was anyway he could avoid a battle, he'd accept it. He was sure Vaylen would not want to throw the Militocracy into a war so easily.

"Call of the fighters. We can see them now. Send a reply."

The comms officer nodded and turned to his desk, prepping a link to the Huerdaen vessels. Ardec also opened a secure link with Vaylen's office. Vaylen would want to know straight away if anything was to happen. Ardec prepared himself. Appear friendly Ardec...

"Deathwing, we have called off our fighter squadron. However, we have a request of our own. If your battlefleet approaches any closer, our Platforms automated railguns will open fire. It will be impossible for us to deactivate them without authorisiation from our leader, and hence your ships will suffer damage. For your own sake, stay away until we have clearance."

With the message done, Ardec turned. He barely had time to compose himself before the voice of Vaylen rang in his ears.

"A most appropriate response, Kindral. It is fortunate that this people seem misinformed of our military."

"I agree, Lord-Marshal. They seem to think this is just a recent buildup."

"However, I see no reason to let them know otherwise. We have only recently allowed the Newscast network know of our development, and there is no need to let the other nations of the universe know of our true strength. I am accessing the network now. They will have clearance for a single ship to approach within range. Any more and you are to open fire immediately. They have the same temperament as we do. They could make useful Allies in times of war."

"Yes Lord-Marshal. I shall let them know."

Activating the comm-link again, Ardec spoke:

"Deathwing, our High Command has been informed and they are impressed with your apparent Military centric approach to diplomacy. We, ourselves, are loath to contact other nations. Hence our 200 hundred year isolation. You may safely approach with ONE ship. Our High Command is bypassing security system protocol. However, if any more than one ship enters our Gravity well, the override will cease to take affect. Our full arsenal will be released. We regret the necessary threats, but you have left us little choice by approaching our Homeworld in such a manner. We will send one ship of our own to meet yours and, if you wish, begin diplomatic negotiations."

"Greetings, I am Vaughton Kreis. Please, take a seat." said a man, his face obscured by a gas mask clinging to his face, and seated at the far end of the table. "For your convenience, the air in here has also been replaced with an atmosphere more suitable for your lungs. Though, I am afraid it may be quite stale." he added. Seeming to take no notice of the warriors dotted around the room, Khurn bowed slightly.
"Our thanks, Mr Kreis. I am Ambassador Khurn, this is Urn'th Praal. We represent the Kaelan Empire."
"They have a strange way of showing their peaceful intentions." Praal muttered over a private vox link, clearly also having seen the soldiers. Khurn ignored him. Having no way to communicate to the Urn'th via telepathy (thanks to the great man's helmet), Khurn made small gesture for Praal to take his helmet off, to assure their hosts they had no hostile intent. Praal reluctantly complied, taking his bolter in one hand and placing the helmet in the crook of the other arm. After an insisting look from Khurn as he sat down, the Urn'th then plaed his bolter onto the table. It strained under the weapons great weight, and and although he wasn't showing it in his face, Khurn could tell he wasn't happy placing his weapon out of arms reach. Taking a step back, Praal remained standing, his helmet still in his arm.
We have no way of knowing what they are monitoring. Even our thoughts aren't safe. Praal whispered into Khurn's mind.
They can't do it, not yet. It's obvious they have had no real contact with any other xeno species until recently and their technology is young. Khurn replied, looking at Kreis.
"Very well, shall we start?" He said, fingers lacing together in front of him.



Aboard the Eye of Magnus

Captain Sr'al winced as a scribe dropped a large book from the gallery ringing the dome of the Captain's deck. It came crashing to the floor in a great thud.
"Scribe Bejorf!" Shouted a small man behind Sr'al's throne, looking up from his data-slate.
"Apologies, lord." replied the weak voice of Bejorf, his face poking over the railing.
"Get the damn fool down here." muttered the man to a few scribes, his gaze returning to his data slate. Sr'al turned away, his hands behind his back. He walked to the window that made up most of the dome of the deck. It was a dark system, not as lively as some others he had been to. It didn't matter of course, but the Captain liked to look out and examine the area of space he was in with his own eyes, not through a video-log.
"Captain. Sensors have indicated several new ships appearing on sensors."
"Appearing? What do you mean? How close are they?" Sr'al spun around, striding to the desk the man was sat at. Closely examining several monitors placed awkwardly around the table, he cursed.
"How did they get that close without us knowing?" He snarled. "Send a message to the Fracture." He said.
"Greetings again, HMV Fracture. I trust you have realised these ships close proximity to us. Do you know who they are at all?" He messaged.

OOC: may i join? :)

Slowly, Captain H'Azzim took the seat at the height of the sloping command section of the Deathwing. The wait for a response was short, and that was enough to know that the one he was talking to was either in direct control of the defensive forces, or in direct contact with the one who was. However, the mention of high command was enough to let him know exactly which one it was. Leaning forward, he unmuted the microphone, as everyone in the command section looked back and up at him, except those monitoring sensors and weapons. "I cannot agree to that. As it is, you outnumber us four to one in heavy combat ships, and more than that in lighter vessels. I cannot afford to risk a single vessel, let alone that far out toward your battle cluster and defensive line. I will permit no more than three cruisers, and no heavy cruisers, to approach our battle group if you wish to speak in person. Otherwise, it seems that our communication will have to continue as it is."

Swallowing, he leaned back, narrowing his eyes at the screen depicting the slow, lethargic maneuvers of the enemy ships, as they kept changing formation, trying to mask any possible weaknesses. "May I inquire as to who I am speaking to, and who is in direct control of the forces I see before me? I am Captain Dusthellin H'Azzim of the Empire of Huerdae. May I ask who intends to act as the emissary on the part of your people, commanding officer of the defenses?"

OOC: Allanea, feel free to join if you can find a way in.

HMV Fracture - Engineering Bay
The elevator doors closed beind the visiting team and they began their descent. A few short seconds later and the doors slid open again, revealing the bustling area of the Engineering deck. An engineer stepped forward to greet the visitors.

"This way please. The Casture has been prepared and we will show you a quick demo of its capabilities."

*****
HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
"Well, where would you like to begin? I am sure there is much for us to discuss. Our leader is eager to learn of other races and societies. Of course, I would not ask you to reveal anything you did not want to.

Ultimately, we are open to possible trade negotiations if there is anything we can offer you? Our planet provides numerous resources, such as the mineral Casture, an incredibly volatile element. We also have a significant level of technology in Genetic Manipulation, if that interests you?"

*****
Rethan Orbital Command
I cannot agree to that. As it is, you outnumber us four to one in heavy combat ships, and more than that in lighter vessels. I cannot afford to risk a single vessel, let alone that far out toward your battle cluster and defensive line. I will permit no more than three cruisers, and no heavy cruisers, to approach our battle group if you wish to speak in person. Otherwise, it seems that our communication will have to continue as it is.

May I inquire as to who I am speaking to, and who is in direct control of the forces I see before me? I am Captain Dusthellin H'Azzim of the Empire of Huerdae. May I ask who intends to act as the emissary on the part of your people, commanding officer of the defenses?


Of course they didn't go for it, thought Ardec. Vaylen would have known they wouldn't go for it.

"I am General Josef Ardec, commander of the Rethast Orbital Stations. And, for the time being, I shall be conducting our negotiations. I understand your apprehension at accepting out offer, you are wise to do so. We have no desire to harm you or your soldiers, but I understand you have little-if any-reason to trust us. However, it was you who covertly invaded our territory."

Ardec was about to continue when a voice sounded through the comm system and his link was cut off. The mechanically altered voice of Vaylen filled the bridge.

"Kindral, please have the fleet dock with your stations and all fighters recalled. Leave your weapon systems on standby and only three Strike Cruisers in free flight along with one Leviathan."

Ardec was stunned, and was about to argue when Vaylen interrupted.

"I understand you may question these orders, but they come directly from the Primarch. He wishes to make these guests as comfortable as possible."

"May I ask why, Lord-Marshal?"

"You may, but you will not recieve an answer. Please alert the visitors to our change in stance and follow Diplomatic Protocol 6A-V."

"Yes Lord-Marshal."

Reopening the link with the Huerdaen, and closing the one with Vaylen, Ardec spoke once more, the tension showing on his face though he managed to hide it from his voice.

"Captain H'Azzim, in order to further gain your trust, our fleet will now dock with our Orbital Stations or the ground platforms. Only three of our Strike Cruisers and one Leviathan will remain in orbit, and our Orbital network will remain on standby. Perhaps we could meet in a middle ground, one craft from each side, well away from either fleet. If this is not possible, then I am afraid we must conduct our talks in this most informal of manners."

"Thank you" Joan said, leading the team forward

ooc: can i be a member of staff aboard the Deathwing? also, Alanea should not be confused with the other state Allanea..similar names ><;

"Well, where would you like to begin? I am sure there is much for us to discuss. Our leader is eager to learn of other races and societies. Of course, I would not ask you to reveal anything you did not want to.

Ultimately, we are open to possible trade negotiations if there is anything we can offer you? Our planet provides numerous resources, such as the mineral Casture, an incredibly volatile element. We also have a significant level of technology in Genetic Manipulation, if that interests you?" The man asked.
Khurn shrugged. "Ah yes, we too have technology in Genetic Manipulation. Praal, for example, is a genetically designed super-soldier. Most of our food has been enhanced to taste as good as possible, but also be as healthy as possible, etc."

[OoC: I believe we are all controlling out own nations, so I would say that no, I don't believe you should have anyone on the Deathwing. That aside, I would prefer you don't, anyway. I'd like to get things settled in my own mind first, before I start having people join in as one of my people. My apologies on the wait, as well.]

The surprising change of heart left Captain H'Azzim wary, and while the man had introduced himself as the one in charge, it was obvious he was receiving orders and changes of plans from elsewhere. With a sigh, the Captain muted the link for a moment as he thought. To nobody in particular, he spoke, his eyes locked on the distant stations and warships. "So who is really in charge, General Josef Ardec? Who is it I'm really dealing with?" With another sigh, he flipped back to the communication, having given the man enough time to get nervous, maybe sweat a little.

"We are agreed. But do not believe that this is a show of trust. We do not believe you are fully trustworthy, and I request a period of one half hour to update my headquarters, prior to this meeting. During this time, our ships will remain in position, but may conceal themselves from sensors, to protect the knowledge and technology of our Empire."

With a sigh, he sent a quick signal back to the Ghost, and the small battle group was shrouded from enemy sight once more. The ships gathered together in a slow, rotating group, as H'Azzim began creating his report. However, he had no intention of contacting command. As he worked, he opened a comm link to every ship in his battle group. "Gentlemen. Deathwing is too large a target to take into such a position. I need a man who is willing to put his ship and crew in danger, and why. You have five minutes to document this and send them to me. I suspect we won't have a full half-hour."

HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
"Ah yes, we too have technology in Genetic Manipulation. Praal, for example, is a genetically designed super-soldier. Most of our food has been enhanced to taste as good as possible, but also be as healthy as possible, etc."

"Ah yes, super-soldiers. Our Stormtroopers are our own form of super-soldiers, though our entire civilisation once was human. All of us have had our mutation accelerated, the Stormkorp has had it done moreso. Perhaps we can interest you in shipments of Casture, or our atmospheric toxin, Oxybrine? Both have quite remarkable properties."

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HMV Fracture - Engineering
"Now, first a few details on Castures properties. It is, in short, an extremely unstable element. When given a small amount of electric charge, it can increase the charge almost one hundred fold. However, this can cause catastrophic breakdown of the element leading to massive explosions. Also, the incredible temperatures and chemical makeup can cause the Casture to convert any oxygen it comes in contact with into Oxybrine, the primary atmospheric component of our air.

The sample must be carefully monitored and kept in an oxygen free environment, preferably a vacuum, to prevent any form of accident."

The engineer pressed a button and the wall beside him slid open to reveal a small containment room with a glass window. Within lay numerous columns of Casture linked to various cable and wires. The mineral glowed a slight greenish blue colour and emitted frequent sparks similar to lightning.

"Although there is less then half a ton of the element within, it is capable of powering our entire ship three times over.

Also, Casture can be used as a weapon, either as an explosive within our missiles, or by polluting an enemies air supply. Oxybrine is incredibly radioactive, acidic and toxic to most lifeforms. At least, to those we have on record from before our isolationist period."

As the engineer continued his discussion, Johann was pulled aside into a small room by a soldier. The door closed behind them with a barely audible click.

"What is it Colonel?" asked the diplomat.

"Just what do you think you are doing civilian?!" The last world was spat with such vile Johann actually flinched.

"Providing a means to better acquaint ourselves with a possible ally."

"You brought xenos onto our ship. Not just any xenos-humans. And you show them our most valuable asset so willingly?!"

"As you well know, this action was sanctioned by High Command. Or would you like to contact Vaylen and let him know your displeasure?" The soldier blinked.

Johan continued, "Furthermore, any possible trade routes must be cleared with the Primarch before any shipments are sent. If he does not wish to export Casture, then so be it. But we have been using and mining it for hundreds of years. There is little chance of anyone suprassing our capabilities with it."

The soldier paused before regaining his brave attitude. "Very well, diplomat. But if you bring humans on this ship again...I don;t care what Vaylen does to me, I will get to you first. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," spat Johann.

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Rethan Orbital Command
We are agreed. But do not believe that this is a show of trust. We do not believe you are fully trustworthy, and I request a period of one half hour to update my headquarters, prior to this meeting. During this time, our ships will remain in position, but may conceal themselves from sensors, to protect the knowledge and technology of our Empire.

"Acknowledged. You will have half an hour, but not one second longer. We will allow you to select co-ordinates, but we will have to agree before we move."

Ardec breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in his chair. He turned to his comms deck,

"Inform High Command of the situation. Have the Strike Cruiser Paragon readied to approach. Let Captain Vanroy know the situation and what is expected of him."

"Amazing" Joan commenetd "Do you find it in ore forem, or is it something else?"
The Science officers listened in, whilst the security officers, kept an eye out

It had taken nearly the entire time period, but a ship and captain had been chosen. Surprisingly, it was not a cruiser, but a destroyer. The ship was mounted with weapons facing foward, and a spinal-mounted Gauss cannon capable of dealing significant damage to an enemy capitol ship should the negotiations break down. It was an aggressive build, designed for a specific function, but it suited their purposes perfectly. During the meetings, it was likely that the ship would be facing its counterpart, and that would give them the advantage if things broke down. Perhaps even allowing the small, quick ship to escape.

Sitting in the sleek shuttle as it docked aboard the small destroyer, H'Azzim disembarked quickly, straightening his black as death dress uniform and hat, making sure that the golden trim was not smudged or tarnished in any way. The small, half-ornamental pistol at his side was also trimmed in the same manner, making the pale man appear much like a ghost in the prominent darkness of his uniform and those of his guards. Moving to a small guard room nearby, he settled in to wait as the ship departed the fleet, Thunderchild pulling away from the protective cluster and heading toward the designated meeting point, orbiting a small moon in the neutral, deadly place between the fleets. To the space station, a new voice spoke, as Senior Officer Ku'Hral reported to their opposites.

"The captain is on his way to the meeting place. Understand that any attack upon the Thunderchild will be seen as an act of war." With the message sent, the fleet appeared once more, circling about the Deathwing, the center of the battle cluster. Once more visible on sensors and waiting, patiently, apparently unchanged.

Rethan Orbital Command
The captain is on his way to the meeting place. Understand that any attack upon the Thunderchild will be seen as an act of war.

"Acknowledged. And the same applies to you, an attack on theParagon will be avenged with full force."

Ardec nodded to the comms officer who relayed the signal to the Paragon.

Almost instantly, the Strike Cruiser began to pull away from the protection of the Orbital Stations. On board, Captain Vanroy sat in his chair. He was somewhat apprehensive of this meeting, but he knew that even if he did die, the Huerdae would not leave this system in one piece. He thumbed the comm control on his chair and spoke.

"Thunderchild, this is Captain Vanroy of the HMV Paragon. I shall be continuing these discussions while General Ardec briefs our High Command in detail."

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HMV Fracture - Engineering Deck
"Casture is found usually encased in an airtight compound formed of a crystalline solid. This both prevents it reacting with the atmosphere to any great extent, and usually preserves the purity of the element. If you will follow me, we have a Casture detonation ready over here for you to observe."

The engineer lead the team to another observation point.

"This chamber is specially designed for controlled Casture explosions. In small amounts, Casture explosions can provide a massive burst of energy. This is the method of powering our Slip Drives for opening a pathway to SlipSpace. Please, shield your eyes."

The engineer flicked a switch and a small spark erupted from the thumb sized Casture sample. No more than half a second later the chamber was filled with an extra-ordinarily bright flash and what appeared to be small thunderstorm.

With a nod, Captain H'Azzim watched the ships slowly slip closer toward each other, the Thunderchild only approximately half the size of the Paragon and though it looked insignificant, it moved forward with a confidence that showed through the strength of the Huerdaen Navy.

With only a few kilometers between the warships, the I.M.S. Thunderchild came to a stop, shields down and weapons cool. The two ships were out of range of both fleets, and That finally provided the privacy required for the meeting. Slowly, a shuttle launched from the side of the sleek destroyer, the smaller craft capable of carrying no more than ten men total, packed. It bore two, forward-swept wings, and on the rear had a hatch to allow it to dock directly to another vessel. As it came to position in between the two, it turned, awaiting the shuttle from the opposite warship.

Khurn shrugged.
"Very well. Tell me more of this, "Casture"."

HMV Paragon - In orbit over Rethan
"Captain, the other ship has launched a shuttle."

Vanroy nodded before rising from his seat.

"Have a Shuttle ready to meet them. Diplomatic team, three members. Security detail of seven. Six Infantry and one Stormtrooper."

Within five minutes the team, led by Diplomat Gerhart was assembled aboard the shuttle and on their way to the Huerdaen shuttle for the meeting.

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HMV Fracture - Engineering Bay
"Not much more to say. In larger amounts, the Casture's explosive properties seem to increase exponentially. By the time you reach 2 kilograms you have an explosion the size of a small nuclear weapon, minus fallout."

"Indeed?" Khurn said, interest playing across his face. However in reality, he was deeply disturbed. The size of a nuclear weapon? He asked himself.
Indeed. Replied Praal's voice.
Khurn almost jumped. Praal continued, seeming not to notice Khurn's surprise. Also, Captain Sr'al has just informed me that several new ships have appeared, and these people he whispered into the Ambassador's head, indicating the man sitting opposite the pair. Are not answering our hails. He has a bad feeling about these newcomers. Praal added, appearing to be listening intently on the conversation.
"That is an impressive substance, then." Khurn said, grinning. "Is it a natural ore on your planet?"

Silent and still, the Huerdaen shuttle sat quietly in space, awaiting its counterpart. With the guns of both ships pointed at the pair, it really was mildly suicidal, but hardly necessary. Inside the shuttle, the Captain stood in dress uniform flanked by a pair of men similarly attired, both bearing a dark gray rifle slung over their backs, and a curved blade at their hips. The main passenger compartment of the shuttle was cut off from the cockpit by an armored door, and four men in equally flat black armor stood around the perimeter, rifles shouldered. Their weapons were fed from on-board ammo carrying in the armor itself, and their helms had darkened facemasks, showing nothing past them. They appeared fully sealed, and held the possibility of being powered armor.

When the ships neared, the Huerdaen vessel extended a small guide line, pulling the vessels together, and clamping their hatches together. It wasn't a perfect fit, and an energy field was forced to be erected around the boarding area to keep from losing atmosphere. When the docking was complete, the Captain rose, now standing before a low, wide table, hands clasped behind his back in a room that was perhaps a little too dark for most negotiations, though the Huerdaen representatives seemed not to notice it in the least as they waited in silence for the others to approach, when the entrance was deemed safe. Before him, the Huerdaen hatch opened, awaiting the entry of the opposing diplomats.

OOC: Star Eaters I'm fairly sure that the Huerdae have actually appeared in orbit over my Homeworld, as opposed to the current meeting location which is several Light Years away. I would have responded earlier, but I missed you addition in your earlier post.

HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
The slight look of shock on the opposing diplomats face did not go unnoticed, but there was little Vaughton could do. The Stormtroopers had remained motionless, but they would no doubt have noticed it. Vaughton chose to pretend not have noticed and moved swiftly onwards.

"Yes, it does occur naturally. However, due to its properties it is often encased in a crystalline solid form of our atmosphere. Other than that... IT composes the vast majority of our power supply, along with advanced forms of Fusion power," replied Vaughton.

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HMV Paragon - In orbit over Rethan
The hatch opened and two Infantry units armed with CaW-52 Rapid Fire SMGs (OOC:imagine Uzis on steroids) stood on the other side. Their weapons were lowered, but ready at a moments notice. The black clad soldiers stepped forward, revealing another three behind. Their breathing was heavy and somewhat metallic behind their gas masks, and their protective eyegear glowed a sinister orange colour.

"Please, soldiers. Let us not make this any more tense than it already is." Gerhart stepped out from behind the soldiers, the massive eight foot Stormtrooper at his side, it's full face visor flickering green as it pulsed, illuminating the environment for the supersoldier inside.

"I do apologise for this, but while I can command the Infantry," Gerhart nodded and all but two of the soldiers stood back. The others two moved up closer to the Diplomat.

"I have no control over the Stomtrooper, which obeys commands only from members of the Stormkorp. He shall remain here for the duration of these talk, along with these two infantry. The remainder shall remain in our own shuttle."

The door behind the Diplomat closed and sealed off the other five infantry.

"Now, where shall we begin?"

With an extremely reserved smile, Captain H'Azzim gestured for the man to take a seat, and did so on his own. His own flanking guards and the others had nowhere to go, and as such, they remained. The naval officer was, however, very limited in what he could agree for the whole nation, and knowing that, he felt that it was, perhaps, time to set the record straight.

"As you may have guessed, this is not the first time we have visited your system. The probe which I permitted you to scan was in place and in operation for the last five years. It observed, harmlessly, for that period in the interests of the defense of the Huerdaen empire. At no point was it armed. Our presence here is due to the buildup of forces, and the deployment of those forces over a widespread area. It seems that your ships had all been deployed, and are now all returning. May I ask the intentions in that strange operation?"

"Ah yes, you mistook our intentions.

Those ships were simple explorators. Strike Cruisers are lightly armed but extremely maneuvarable and were best suited to the task. They were sent to a number of nearby systems with the intention of disocvering other intergalactic powers. Our recent buildup is due to a relaxing of our isolationist policies.

We have always had an extremely powerful military, primarily because we feared invasion of our Homeworld by those we sought to escape hundreds of years ago. Only recently has our Primarch dropped the communications blackout and permitted long range ships to be constructed. Hence the recent explosion of Strike Cruisers. We have no intention of Imperialistic expansion. We are simply preparing ourselves for the worst and seeking to learn about our surrounding environment."

Chuckling, H'Azzim did what would likely become expected of Huerdaen diplomats, and he dropped the politics for a simpler, more specific tact. "You're not trying to expand imperialistically? Bullshit. A nation grows, or it dies. The Huerdaen Empire has spent its life expanding in what ways it can, fighting and dying for the next scrap of land that would let it launch forward once more and seek out a future amongst the stars. The only advantage from isolationism is that you do not need to fear invasion from outside sources. However, it is these very invasions that make an empire what it truly is - a force to be reckoned with. We -are- an expanding empire. We -do- invade and conquer. But we also recognize there are other options. Knowing our stance now, what would you do, if you were to decide the fate of our nations?"

Gerhart flinched momentarily before a smile flickered over his face.

"You are a smart man, Captain H'Azzim.

While I disagree with your idea that a nation must expand or die, our Primarch does not. Knowing your stance I, personally, would strive for peace between us. Our Primarch, on the other hand, would see a possibility for an ally at best, or an enemy at worst.

From your words, I can gather you are a nomadic people? We are not. We live on our world because it is our home. When the forward scouts of our old oppressors found us when we were struggling to survive, our Planet's harsh atmosphere and climate drove them away. They were sure it would kill us. It did not. We became stronger, physically and mentally. And we love it for that.

There is a difference between fighting for survival and fighting for power. Our Primacrh desires the latter. But before that, we have an old score to settle. We do not openly seek war with all the universe. There are plenty of uninhabited systems for us to expand to should we need it. For now, we are content to live on our own planet where we have evolved to survive.

There are other options to conquest. Diplomacy, peace and trade. We have little interest in this. Any sign of kindness is a sign of weakness in the eyes of our people. And we have no intention of being forced into servitutde again. We will not be ignored."

Gerhart leant back in his chair.

"So what say you now, Captin?"

The Captain leaned back slowly, considering the man before him once more before he spoke, the flattery seeming to make him a slight bit wary of the diplomat. "This...Primarch. He is your leader? Then what amount of power do you have? Despite your difference in opinions, can you speak with his voice? Earlier, with the commander of your defensive emplacements, it was said that he was the man who was in charge, and yet, it was clear his orders kept changing. Is that a concern that I will need to worry about with you?"

He let that sit a moment before he continued, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, as if he were finally interested in saying something worthwhile. "We're not nomadic, in fact. We have many established colonies, we simply have no access to our homeworld. It was destroyed in war some time ago, we are descendants of the military forces stationed elsewhere at the time. We quickly found the use of having highly efficient and industrialized colonies, and this permits us to create a force that would otherwise be impossible. However, I could, perhaps, be willing to enter into a trade agreement, with some concessions on both of our parts. By our calculations, we'll be realizing a shortage of food in approximately 15 years, and we would be interested in trading for the most basic of foods. Grain, wheat, fruit. However, we cannot allow you on our colonies. As such, I propose the construction of a dedicated trading center. We could construct a jumpgate here in your system to the location, as it appears that your ships do not use such technology, and have it end in a sector controlled by our forces, but not near one of our colonies. In effect, neutral. Both of us would have a jump gate to our system, allowing quick and easy trade through this station. We would, of course, ask that it be staffed by peoples from both nations. If this can be agreed to, and your people are found both honorable and trustworthy, then we may consider further negotiations. Is this acceptable?"

Gerhart paused for a moment, thinking before speaking.

"Hmm, food is something we can, and I am sure would gladly help you with. There is the slight problem of our food being quite irradated compared to a regular planet. And toxic. Nothin we couldn't easily fix. Or I am sure something you could fix.

As for this Jumpgate, I can see no reason the Primarch would not allow such a construction. So long as this side was manned entirely by our own people. For security, you understand. In time, if this goes well, we will learn to perhaps trust you more.

In response to your question, I hold the power to speak in the voice of our Primarch, who is indeed our leader. However, for plans such as this, or alliances I must speak to him. And General Ardec would have no doubt been in constant contact with High Command, hence his apparent changing of orders.

Now, if that is all for now, I must return to my shuttle in order to contact our Primarch. I have no doubt he will agree to this, but it can never hurt to make sure. The conversation should not take long."

Nodding, H'Azzim shrugged. "Well, as you can guess, properly processed food will come at a greater profit than something we would need to process ourselves. I can assure you that the jumpgate will not need staffing, but if you wish, you may garrison on and around it. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to reverse engineer any part of the jump gate, so please do not try. We will need to examine it approximately once a month to be sure, but it can be formalized and done quickly, or even used as a time for diplomats to meet, and voice concerns between our people. But I shall leave that up to you and your primarch. Perhaps a quick break, so that I may gather refreshments for us and update my files, and you can check in with your superiors?"

"As you wish."

Gerhart stood as the doors behind him slid open. He turned and walked briskly, the two infantry and Stromtrooper following him. He nodded to the pilot as the door closed behind him.

"Open a link to High Command."

"It is already done Diplomat Gerhart. Status report on the negotiations."

Gerhart jumped as the mechanically enhanced voice of Vaylen filled the shuttle.

"They go well Lord-Marshal. Captain H'Azzim is a smart man. He proposes a trade of food. It would appear their people are facing a food crisis in roughly fifteen years, and require basic food. Wheat, grain, food... However, for this to happen they require the construction of a Jumpgate in our system. The gate will be unmanned, but they will allow us to garrisson it. The other end will be guarded by their own ships. The Captain has asked that we allow for monthly checkups of the gate to ensure we have not tampered with it."

"They are paranoid of us stealing their travel technology? No matter, we would not need it. Our SlipDrives are more than sufficient. On moment Diplomat..."

There was a brief moment of static on the other end before....

"Congratulations, Ambassador Gerhart."

Gerhart froze momentarily, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Primarch! It is an honour!"

"Enough of that Gerhart. Tell this Captain H'Azzim that we will allow construction one light hour outside our gravity well to ensure our own safety. That distance should provide ample time to engage the defences should something unsavoury pass through from their end.

Tell them that all we ask in return, is that they keep an eye and an ear open for our old...comrades. If they do this, and inform us of any news during their monthly visits, then we shall ensure a most agreeable price for our food."

"Yes my Lord. I will tell them at once."

The link went dead and Gerhart turned to the door. He nodded at the Infantry before straightening his robes and re-attaching his gas mask. With a fierce pride swelling in his chest, Gerhart stepped forward to the doorway.

H'Azzim sighed, lowering his head to the table and turning his head to the side, where his head of security was standing alongside the wall. The Captain was, if anything, simply tired. The protocols he was following were standard enough, but they were still annoying and less than enjoyable. Making sure their side of the door was locked and would not open, he spoke, with a sigh. "What do you think, Celeste? They mentioned their military might, would you want to fight them?"

Behind her blackened facemask, the woman smiled, and laughed lightly. "I wouldn't take them too seriously. They don't seem to plan things out ahead of time, and they have a corps of soldiers that can't be commanded except by themselves? It seems that could be used to our advantage. The big one, he could be tough, but the others are probably little better than most of the militia we face. They're likely forbidden use of the heavier equipment, meaning that we'll win most engagements without their elite involved."

Nodding, H'Azzim lifted his head, leaning back. "So we have to make sure we eliminate their elite, and the general idea is that the rest of their soldiers are nothing to be feared? Do you think, perhaps, that they go to battle mostly unarmored as they appeared? If so, we likely have the equipment advantage as well." Smirking, he realized that the ambassador from the other nation was waiting, and as a drink was brought to him, and another placed at the opposite side of the table, he unlocked the door from the console at his wrist, and rose to greet the other man, sweet but toxic drink in his hand, a Huerdaen creation that happened to continue the human tradition of indulging in highly alcoholic beverages.

"Captain, H'Azzim. I bring good news."

Gerhart sat down again, but pushed the drink away from him waving at his gas mask.

"The offer is appreciated, but I must decline.

Our High Command has agreed to the construction of the Jumpgate. However, for security reasons we must ask that it be kept at least one Light Hour outside our gravity well, meaning a total of one and a half light hours of travel from the gate to our planet. Secondly, all ships which travel trhough with the food from our end will be unmnned drone ships.

We also offer a deal on our exports. In return for waiving the extra charge incurred from cleaning and preparing the food for your people we ask a simple favour.

For just under a millenium we were oppressed by a group of humans known as the Ataster. Their empire, from what we have gathered, has dwindled. Nonetheless, we would greatly appreciate it if you could let us know should you find them."

(OoC: I took some liberties with this post, and I'm aware of that. If you want me to drop that information, I would be happy to do so. I just felt that it may make things a little more interesting if such information was out there, and perhaps change up how our peoples see each other.)

Captain H'Azzim laughed at himself, and retrieved the glass, shaking his head. "Of course, my apologies. Here." Turning around, he recovered the bottle, or at least, what hadn't already been poured into glasses, and placed it on the table before the man. It was of a clear glass, and the drink itself was a deep, deep red, much like a wine, though when drank, it was clearly more of a mead. "A gift, from me. From my personal stash." With a smile, he continued on to business.

That's perfectly within reason. Please, decide amongst your own people on a location, we will be willing to await your contact for this. Any open-frequency transmissions in the area are recieved, so once you have decided, simply transmit toward the asteroid belt, as the probe remains. We are willing to unmask it for your benefit, but for now it remains the only form of consistent contact we have with your people, as we cannot garrison a lone ship here."

He seemed somewhat more hesitant at the mention of the Ataster, but finally, he licked his lips and shook his head. "We have not...met them. We have met those who have met them, rebelled from them, faced them in war, and have seen all fates from them. Victory, defeat, stalemate. We have recovered artifacts from their civilization, but we do not know where they now reside."

He purposefully did not mention that their shielding technologies had been jumped forward nearly a decade because of an Ataster ship they had captured when observing a combat between these people and another, but felt that such a thing may not be in the best interest of their peoples yet. Perhaps in time it could be examined by Rethan scientists, but for now, it would remain unknown.

"We do know, however, that they are not destroyed. As recent as six years ago, we saw evidence of combat with these people in a system relatively near this area. It was also a splinter-group from their previous expansion, but was utterly annihilated in war. Their conflict lasted approximately sixteen months from start to finish, and three planets in the system were devastated in the conflict. There were no survivors or prisoners. Perhaps they feel the same about you, as you do about them?"

OOC: I don't mind at all. The Ataster will be making an appearance in the forums soon, (They're run by my brother) so we'll see how things develop.

Gerhart was stunned. Apparently the Ataster had changed their ways since the Rethast had departed.

"Thank you for the gift, Captain. I only wish I had something to return the favour with.

That is interesting news. I can only surmise that this splinter group would have been a rogue colony, most likely annihilated by another rogue. When we last had contact with the Ataster, they had a strong military yes, but were a somewhat peaceful nation, if over controlling of their colonies. Given what we have heard recently, it appears many of the Ataster colonies have grown distant from their homeworld due to their waning technology and power. Some kind of plague decimated their numbers from what we can gather. However, they have always been more geared towards slow and tough ships, with heavy shielding as opposed to weaponry. Most unlike us, where speed and firepower is everything.

This news is disconcerting, but nothing we cannot handle. We appreciate your passing it onto us. I doubt the Ataster care much for us to be honest. They never cared much for us, even when we were part of their empire. And I see no reason why they believe we still exist. They assumed we would die on Rethan, and I see no purpose behind pursuading them otherwise."

Gerhart lifted the glass and examined it carefully while going on.

"The probe will be allowed to remain, however we will either need to know for certain it is no longer scanning us. At least, not to any great extent. Otherwise we will need to fill the space around us with various frequencies of noise. For our own security, I am sure you would do the same. We will leave comm frequencies open however."

H'Azzim shrugged, leaning back. "It could be just another group posing as them. We could not confirm anything, we only know what we were able to overhear with a probe much like the one we used to elicit a response from you. We did recognize a very effective shielding array, however, so that does speak in their favor. However, a plague may or may not have changed their foreign policy, as well. Much like a dying man becomes desperate and violent, so does a dying nation. Unlike a man, though, a nation can take many, many years to die . "

Taking in a long, slow breath, he simply nodded. "You are welcome for the information. However, if they dislike you as much as you say, you may wish to bolster your defenses. They were effective, aggressive, and full of retribution. If their policy has changed, you may be part of a politician's bid for power, or an attempt to return pride to a nation."

Matching Gerhart's eyes, H'Azzim was silent for a time, before finally speaking on the probe. "The probe is a surveillance tool. It consists of passive sensors, and a burst-only active sensor array. It allows us to monitor what is occuring in systems near our own without being detected before we wish to, but they cannot be deactivated. Tampering causes them to detonate a small antimatter charge located on board, and I would suggest against it. From our own records, it appears as though our internal systems are quite different from your own, and I do not expect that any attempt to disarm the device would end well. It does not scan your systems, but instead locates the position of enemy scanning equipment. The stronger, the more easily it does so. As such, simply carpeting the area with 'white noise' would not work against the system's passive scans. However, I can assure you that it scans only once a weak, and low-end scanning is not detected. If you wish to keep your systems on low-level scanning for short distances and keep a few of your more powerful scanning equipment running, that would allow you to mask your movements quite effectively from the probe. May I suggest one or two of your orbital systems, and one from the planet's surface? I assure you, we already know of them, and as such it could do no harm."

Almost as an aside, he leaned back, and continued. "In any case, I do not have the authority to remove a probe from a system. I would face the same challenges you do. I can simply speak for those of my Blood, and these are not one of our creations."

OOC: My mistake

IC: Khurn nodded, "Interesting." He said, "So tell me more about your culture. Do you have a leader of some sort?"

HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
"We do have a leader, the Primarch. Our current Primarh has ruled us for roughly fifteen years at this point, and we owe much to him.

Culture wise we are a very..how would you say it? Spartan people? We live a very simple lifestyle without many luxuries. Our buildings, for example, are mostly built to serve their purpose and nothing more. Such extravagancies as design and beautiful architecture are nothing more than drawbacks on a planet as harsh as ours.

We are, I must admit, a rather paranoid people. What little contact we have had with outside races has left us somewhat xenophobic. Our current Primarch seeks to rectify that.

And yourselves, what of your culture?"

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Rethan Orbit - Shuttle Avenger
"I will not lie, this probe causes much concern for our High Command. But so long as it does not scan our communications to the extent that you can predict our movements, I see no reason why it should not be allowed to stay. At least, until we have a more acceptable method of communication. Our scanning equipment is, as you say low-end and so should remain undetected. We only use high-band and range equipment when at war, or if we are purposefully looking for something."

"We are quite different in that respect then. We pride ourselves on creating beautiful art, architecture, literature, etc. We prize knowledge above all else, indeed, our home planet: Crim'sahn K'eng is a vast library of knowledge and learning. Our greatest scholars come from our system, and every mother class ship is a vast librariox in its own right.

We too have a leader. His name is Magnus Kaelus Ra, Emperor of the Crim'sahn system and the Kaelan Empire. He has been ruling us since we first ventured into the stars, several thousand years ago. You see, our age is not measured the same way a normal person's is. Our bodies are extraordinarily powerful and we have had no deaths of a gentic nature in our entire history. Our version of a "natural death" is when the mind just gives up, which is quite similar to what other species' bodies do. Our Emperor is the strongest Psyker ever recorded in our Empire, and so his mind has shown no sign of weakening in such an amount of years. For the weakest of Psykers, death usually occurs after around a thousand years, give or take a few centuries. For the strongest, well..." Khurn said, shrugging.

Nodding, H'Azzim took a last drink from his glass and rose, with a genuine smile. "Well then, I believe our discussion is at a close. I'll make sure that the head of our team contacts you before starting to bring in equipment and supplies to construct the jump gate. That will be done before we build the station itself, so that you may observe and discuss with us the best way to plan and design the station. For now, however, I believe our talks are at an end."

Snapping to a rigid stance that appeared much like Attention, he stood calmly and waited for the diplomat to leave, so that they could make their report. He had his arms at his sides, and his legs were straight down, to his feet together. He seemed calm, without being particularly rude, and it seemed to be expected that now, the diplomat should leave without feeling as if he were being kicked out. Though, with different cultures, it was very hard to tell.

OOC:If it's ok the the OP, I would like to participate. My entry will come accompanied with a mild firefight between me and an enemy from my nation's history but no engagement against the current players. The following will occur in the system where the initial meeting's took place.

IC:

The swirling, confusing chaos of hyperspace shifted and snarled around the the five ship squadron as it rode the currents of the long-reaching naturally occurring phenomenon of the Heller-Dynes gravity wave. Gravity waves provided ships with propelling power and means to charge energy reserves in hyper space. Generations after generations of Clairmontian ship designs implementing FTL-drives had relied upon the revolutionary design of Warsawski sail to harness the violence of gravity waves and use them to provide ships with means to travel between the stars.

The sails of the five ships, immaterial planar discs kilometers upon kilometers in diameter, crackled and shined as they caught the gravity wave in their grasp and used it to propel the ships forward. Somewhere ahead of the small squadron, seven other vessels were furiously piling speed in a frantic attempt to flee the hungry squadron. As the high-energy jumble of hyperspace made a mess of sensors, the pursuers were having difficulties keeping track of their prey.

Aboard the FNS Furious, Rear Admiral Margaret Fuchien was not pleased. She was a master of showing a calm, composed demeanor even in the midst of the most intense battle, but she found it difficult to maintain her composure as the chase for the Imperial Remnant squadron continued on to its seventh week. Seven nerve wrecking weeks of hunting down a seven ship squadron responsible for numerous atrocities all over Freehold border space. Run by a former Imperial Admiral too stupid and too stubborn to realize his precious Fourth Imperium had been dead for the past seven years. The Freehold had run into numerous pockets of former Imperial Army and Navy units in the aftermath of the war. Most of those had turned into garden variety pirates and plain thiefs. But some rare groups still remained, that had succeeded to maintain a semblance of order and a Chain of Command. These groups were the most dangerous ones by far. They still truly believed, that they were fighting for a real cause. A cause to bring back their old beloved Imperium and restore it to its former glory. Dreams of madmen, but as history had proven time and time again, the dreams of lunatics were the most dangerous ones of all.

This particular band of sick bastards belonged to what was believed by Intel to be one of the three largest Remnant Organizations still eluding the Freehold Military. This particular squadron had undertaken a campaign of terror lasting three long months. Attacking and capturing merchant and industrial shipping in the border systems and sending out streaming video of the treatment they gave to the personnel they had managed to lay their filthy hands on. The Admiralty had reacted swiftly to the cries for assistance from the border colonies. Fuchien's squadron had been dispatched to annihilate these bastards.

They'd had a rather good start of it. Fuchien had hid her Cruiser's within a convoy of merchant vessels. Hiding within the sensor interference created by the drives of the surrounding merchant vessels while simultaneously emitting signature pattern's matching merchant ships, the five heavily armed warships of Fuchien's squadron had taken the then twelve-ship Imperial Remnant squadron by complete surprise. The initial ambush had cost the Remnant squadron five of their ships. Three destroyers and two cruisers had been ripped apart by a murderous hail of laserhead missiles before the Remnant Admiral could order a full retreat. After that, the chase hadn't gone so well. The lighter combatants of the enemy squadron had continuously eluded the Freehold Navy squadron thanks to their higher acceleration. Fuchien just wished she'd had a couple of Fleet Carrier's with her and this would have been over with already. But...admiralty in all their wisdom had concluded that five Battlecruiser's would suffice.

The frustrated Admiral's mental exercise came to a sudden and screeching halt as her flag bridge aboard the Furious was filled with sudden chatter. One of the icon's signifying a fleeing Remnant warship was flickering.

"Talk to me Tom!" The captain of the ship, one Michael Burns inquired of his sensor technician who's fingers were rapidly flying over his touch-screens, attempting to make sense of the new readings being received by the sensors and recon drones tailing the fleeing hostiles.

"Bogey-three's drive signature is fluctuating. CIC gives it a ninety percent chance that they've blown one of their FTL-drive nodes. They'll have to drop out of hyper." The Lieutenant First Grade just had time to say before all the enemy contacts vanished from the holotank that displayed the overall sensor image around the squadron. The sudden flashes that engulfed the enemy contacts signified emissions bursts matching those of FTL drives spooling up to drop the ships back to normal-space.

"Allright! I think we'll get them this time." Rear Admiral Fuchien exclaimed and turned to the captain of the Furious

"Captain, please bring the squadron up to battle stations."

"Aye aye ma'am." Captain Burns replied and motioned to the comms technician to open up a squadron-wide channel.

"This is the flag to all commands, bring your ships to battle stations." The Captain said over the comm to the other Commanding Officers aboard the other four ships. In mere seconds, the automated battle-stations announcement began to blare over the intercom of the Furious.

The squadron had been in constant Condition Two for the past week. Despite the servicemen and women aboard the warships being tired and worn from the seemignly never-ending chase, they responded to the order to man their battle stations with speed and precision. In mere minutes, the entire squadron was ready for immediate combat. As notifications reached the Flag Bridge that the squadron was ready for action, the battle-stations notification was turned off and the bridge crew began to prepare for translation back to normal space on the heels of their prey.

"Captain, I want a crash translation with the squadron right at the ass of those Imp bastards. I want us raining fire on them before they have time to properly react." Admiral Fuchien said, her tone hungry for the enemies she had been chasing for so long.

"Aye ma'am, I figured you would. Astrogation has us crash-translating in fifteen minutes. Tactical is up, all launchers are loaded with laserheads, all forward batteries are ready to fire the moment they acquire a target." Captain Burns replied confidently. He had served with the Admiral for the past five years and during those years he had learned to read Fuchien's mind, ultimately making a superb command team.

"Well then Mike, let's go get them." The Rear Admiral said and smiled.


Fifteen minutes later, the fabric of space was suddenly torn apart as a formation of five Freehold Navy Battlecruisers dropped out of hyperspace. The five mountains of battlesteel and armor, bristling with weapons would shine in every sensor screen in the system as brightly as a Christmas tree as the kilometers wide discs of their warsawski sails bled translation energy in a bright pyrotechnical display into the surrounding space. This lasted for less than a minute however before the sail's disappeared while the ships configured for normal-space movement. The enormous immaterial discs disappeared and drive field's snapped to full power as the configuration was completed. Battlescreens were brought up, the defensive fields providing interlocking protective screens around the ships, acting as the first line of passive defense against incoming attacks. Targeting sensors came to life and began to seek for the Imperial Remnant ships.

The flag bridge of the Furious was a hive of activity as the personnel onboard sought their targets. Shortly after exiting hyperspace, seven crimson red icons appreared on the holotank, mere ten light-seconds away from the Freehold ships. Alarm's blared as the enemy vessels acquired the five ships of the squadron, simultaneously as the Clairmontian ships locked up their prey.

"Missile separation! We've got missile separation's in bogey's one-through-seven!" The tactical officer announced as a swarm of new contacts appeared on the holotank signifying a flight of attack missiles.

"Execute Baker tactical." Captain Burns ordered.

The tactical officer depressed a single plastic-shield covered switch that sent the command to the computers of the Battlecruiser to execute the pre-programmed fire plan. In a timespan too short for a human to measure, the computers aboard the five battlecruisers sent their targeting data to the attack birds nestled within the launchers of the squadron and released them from their launchers.

OOC: I've no problem with you joining in. I'll allow you to make the introductions so to speak. Don't quite know where to jump in.

HMV Fracture - Negotiation Room
"Such long lifespans. And psykers?" Vaughton paused, somewhat troubled.

"Interesting...granted, we have had...small encounters. People from our world with a seemingly passive ability. But they could do little more than detect anothers presence, or communicate with another psyker at the most advanced. How advanced are your abilities?"

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Rethan Orbit - Shuttle Avenger
"I am glad we leave on such amicable terms Captain. I am sure this is the start of something both our people will come to respect."

Gerhart stood and inclined his head towards the Captain. Taking a brief glance at the Huerdaen security, he turned and exited the shuttle. His cohort of soldiers followed and the door closed shut behind them. The hissing of decompression tanks filled the small shuttle as it detached from the Huerdaen shuttle.

Gerhart sat down and strapped himself in. He breathed out and detached is mask and goggles.

"Bring us back to the Paragon."

"It depends. Personally, my psyker powers are good, at best. Like yours, our weakest psykers can only detect other psykers or maybe get an impression of what another person is feeling. Are more powerful psykers, take the Emperor for an example. Well..." Khurn raised his hands. "Who knows? You look distraught, are your people hostile against psykers?"

The inbound salvo of Imperial attack missiles began to die and veer off in confusion as they were assailed by the counter-missiles of the Freeholder vessels and lost in the electronic jumble of ECM. Some of them managed to break through the counter-missiles and maintain locks on the five Battlecruisers of the Freehold Navy. Those few were targeted by the computer controlled point-defense batteries of the Battlecruisers, acting together to form a web of defensive fire. More missiles joined their dead and lost brethren. However, no defense was perfect and a handful of enemy missiles managed to break through every active defense mounted against them.

Pinpricks of nuclear fire lit the depths of dark space as the missiles reached their terminal attack ranges. Battlescreens flickered, but held as they fought to protect their ships within them from the titanic fury of the enemy missiles. Minor damage was incurred by every ship of the Freeholder contignent except for the Indomitable which was spared from hits. The enemy fared...worse. The Clairmontian launcher's had a far heavier throw-weight and rate of fire. The Imperial Remnant was mostly utilizing old flight-three ships of their Navy back from the days of the war, while the Freeholder vessels were mounting the latest in Offensive and Defensive upgrades.

Two full salvoes was all it took. As the final flight of Clairmontian attack missiles reached it's pre-programmed target area, it found nothing but space dust. The Remnant warships had been blown to so much scrap and atoms.

Rear Admiral Margaret Fuchien smiled thinly at the demise of their prey. That particular group of Imp's wouldn't be slaughtering any more civilians.

"Set Condition Two, start damage control procedures. Get a good sweep of the system." She said to her flag bridge crew.

Not a minute had passed when the sensor technician suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"We've got contacts in-system. Multiple different emissions signatures and configurations. No entries in the database corresponding to the emissions spectra." The man said.

The Rear Admiral raised an eyebrow in curiosity. This wasn't a catalogued Imperial System. And the fact that the database held no information at all regarding the new detections suggested that she and her squadron had stumbled to someone else's playground. The jamming by the Imperial's had just prevented the Freeholder warships from detecting the other occupants of the system earlier.

"Open up all channels and broadcast the following: This is Rear Admiral Margaret Fuchien in command of the three-hundred-thirty-fifth Battlecruiser Squadron of the Freehold Navy. I would request identification and apologize in advance for bringing our engagement to your neighborhood." She said and motioned for the comms technician to send the recorded message.


OOC:The message was directed at your ships Rethan.

H'Azzim wasted little time in getting the shuttle moving away from hostile territory, and while they had managed some manner of truce, it was hardly something that he expected would not be broken if it ended in major gains to these Rethan soldiers. It was, however, a first step, and a reasonable one. As soon as the shuttle was aboard the Thunderchild, the ship moved back to the battle cluster. Within a few short minutes, the entire battle group was gone, hurtling away from the system at full FTL speeds.

HMV Tesla
"Captain, incoming message."

Captain Straatman had been expecting as much. It was most surprising, a number of unidentified ships erupting into the surrounding area, quickly followed and obliterated by another group.

"Shields and weapon systems ready. Bring us closer and alert the Fracture. I want Captain van Stroyan to know that..."

"He already does sir. We are receiving a comm package from him now."

I trust you detected that rather short skirmish Captain? We are busy with foreign diplomats, I hope you can ensure at least some measure of protection. I shall leave you in charge of this new arrival.

Straatman sneered. van Stroyan had always been a very commanding type.

"Indeed Captain van Stroyan. We are moving to intercept. We'll try to keep them away."

Straatman turned to his fellow crew.

"I want shields at maximum. We're heavily outnumbered - shields full, weapons on standby. Prepare for an immediate Slipspace jump in case things get ugly. Ready a comm package."

His crew nodded and began moving hurridly around the bridge. The Tesla moved away from the Fracture and other ships, picking up speed quickly and broadcast a message.

"Rear Admiral Fuchien, I am Captain Straatman of the HMV Tesla. We are en route to meet you. We ask that you keep your distance, at least for now, from our allied vessel and the two others. They are currently engaged in diplomatic talks. Please stand down your weaponry, we seek no combat here."

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HMV Paragon - In Orbit over Rethan
"And there they go."

Gerhart stood to attention, waiting for the Captain of the Paragon to turn around.

"You are to be commended Diplomat Gerhart. We are returning to the protection of the Orbital stations now. Once we have docked, Lord-Marshal Vaylen has requested your presence on the surface. A shuttle will be waiting for you."

Gerhart bowed slightly and left, somewhat glad to be finally rid of the presence of military soldiers.

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Rethast Imperial Palace - Primarch's Quarters
"And they seek to construct a jumpgate in our system?"

Primarch Nihil sat in his armchair, his eyes focused on the towering general before him.

"Yes, Primarch. We understand they will stick to the instructions you passed onto them. In return, they will inform us of any news regarding the Ataster. They have, also, just left the system." The mechanical voice of Vaylen rang throughout the empty room, the heads of the Praetorian Guard turning momentarily before snapping back to attention.

"Then there is nothing more we can do until they begin construction."

Nihil spun his chair and walked to the vast ceiling high window that looked out over the parade grounds below.

"Have I done the right thing, Vaylen? Allowing them to construct a foreign device so close to our home."

Vaylen paused before following the Primarch around the table and standing beside him.

"I believe it a tactical move, Dytalus. Even if we are far from being allies now, in time we may find them becoming close friends of ours. Their battle tactics are vastly different to ours, at least in space. Should war come to our world, or should we find the Ataster, they may prove to be worthy allies."

The Primarch smiled and glanced the masked face of Vaylen.

"You are a loyal servant, and a close friend Istavar. Numquam succumbe."

"Numquam cedite."

Vaylen bowed and left without another word. The massive doors locked shut behind him and Dytalus Nihil was left on his own.

"We shall see... We shall see..."

The sensor icon's representing the approaching unknown changed slightly as the sensors and stealthed reconnaissance drones of the squadron detected active weapons and defense systems. CIC immediately flagged the approaching vessel as a potential threat, despite the communique from the vessel's CO providing the bridge crew of the Furious with an explanation for their preparedness. The First Interstellar War had taught the entire Clairmontian people a measure of paranoia less common among societies that had gone through more peacefull existences.

Rear Admiral Fuchien however wasn't in the mood to spark up an International incident, especially with a nation previously unknown to the Freehold. The Office of Foreign Relations wouldn't propably like that either, no matter what kind of explanation she gave to the paper pushing politicians. So, she obliged. For now.

"This is the FNS Furious to the HMV Tesla. We will oblige with your request and hold our current distance from your vessels. However we will maintain a state of readiness due to circumstances relating to the short engagement we just went through." She spoke to the channel the comms technician had reserved for her to facilitate dialoque between the Furious and the unknown contact.

"Keep our distance and start coming to full stop. However, I want the squadron at Condition Two. Just in case." She murmured to Captain Burns sitting in his command chair slightly ahead and to the right of her own flag command chair.

"Aye ma'am." The Captain murmured back in acknowledgement and barked orders to the bridge crew. Shortly thereafter the squadron began rapidly deccelerating down from .12c, their velocity of nearly 36,000 kilometers per second beginning to drop rapidly.

(OoC: How do we want to do this? Give it a few days for everyone to catch up, and then have us continue, or do you want to have me wait until your old friends show up?)

OOC: Give the others some time to respond. If by "old friends" you mean Ataster, he won't be showing up in this. He'll be making another topic which we're working on together. And Clairmont I'll be busy most of today, so I won't get a proper post done. I will as soon as I can. Sorry to keep you waiting.

OOC:No problem. I've been RPing here for the better part of five years so I understand the constraints imposed upon NS by real life. Take your time.

This is the FNS Furious to the HMV Tesla. We will oblige with your request and hold our current distance from your vessels. However we will maintain a state of readiness due to circumstances relating to the short engagement we just went through.

Straatman was hesitant, but knew that these newcomers were unlikely to stand down, even with their superior numbers.

"Agreed, we shall maintain a distance of 350,000 km from your vessels."

Straatman nodded to his engines officer and the ship began to slow to a more manageable pace.

"I want weapons to remain on standby, open up a direct comm channel between us and the Furious."

The bridge lit up with yellow lights as the ship was brought to a readiness state. Straatman at back in his chair and awaited further communication from the Furious.

OoC: Sorry, got bored. :-P

It had been several days since the first contact with the Rethan ambassador, and no communications had gone in either direction. The Huerdaen had not contacted their new trade partners, and the Rethan didn't seem interested in contacting them. It was almost as if the meeting had never happened.

However, that was not the case internally. Contact with another civilization was always a matter of debate, and the Huerdaen, who had stayed hidden for several hundreds of years since the last war, were now pressed into diplomacy once more. Like all things, however, it was something they took to with patience, discipline, and efficiency. Just short of a week after the talks, a number of huge, armored and shielded ships burst into the Rethan home system, just outside the gravity well. There were seven in total, and while they were heavily armored and shielded, they were not at all armed, and a quick scan could confirm that. They, instead, appeared to be huge factories, each capable of building up to a mid-sized cruiser within them. For the first time, the Rethan systems could get a reading on the unpredictable technologies which hurtled the Huerdaen ships through space.

They used a powerful, high-energy draw device to create a semi-controlled singularity, large enough and stable enough not to collapse when the ship moved through it. Travel was nearly instantaneous, but control through such a tear in space was unpredictable at best, and as each ship came hurtling from the wormholes they had created, they tumbled through, as if they were spiraling out of control. The ships were quick to regain both control and formation, however, and almost immediately hailed the station they had been told was in command of the defense, despite the extreme early morning on that particular station.

"Good morning, our Rethan friends. This is the Manufactorum Rosie, we have orders to construct a Jump gate into this system. We are requesting permission to begin construction at the coordinates currently being transmitted."

A series of very specific coordinates were transmitted, including specific size, shape, and even rendered images displaying the exact appearance. Simple test results were also sent involving the structural specifications of the structure in terms of resilience to weapons fire, and general practice in using the gate. The gate was listed as capable of successfully transmitting a super-heavy freighter or warship, and at the bottom an addendum noted that the expected construction time was 63.7 hours.

When the transmission completed, the link went dead as the Huerdaen ships awaited a response, the massive ships waiting patiently just outside the line that had been given as Rethan territory, and a no-go for foreign vessels.

FNS Furious
Flag Bridge

Having received an answer from the HMV Tesla, the Clairmontian squadron had slowed down to a crawl. Maintaining their distance to avoid any incidents, the command crew of the Furious was left at an impasse while trying to figure out how to react to their current situation. One option was to simply leave. Their original mission completed, their orders from Vice Admiral Danislav had them returning to Demios Fleet Base for refit and reassignment. However, the Book encouraged establishing relations to previously unknown Star Nations in the event that the opportunity presented itself. Hence Rear Admiral Fuchien's unwilligness to simply bolt out.

After the squadron had finished inspecting the damages caused by the short, but decisive skirmish, Fuchien made her decision. On her authority they would open initial diplomatic channels to these people and learn whatever they could of these Rethans. Opening dialogue would also give the crews of the squadron time to repair the most time critical damages incurred.

"Send the following to the Tesla: This is Rear Admiral Fuchien, on behalf of the Freehold of Clairmont and on my authority, I would formally wish to establish initial diplomatic relations to your people and open up a dialoque."

"On the chip Admiral." The communications technician said.

"Send it." Fuchien said firmly.

Rethan Orbital Command
"General Ardec, sir."

Ardec looked up from his data-slate to see his XO at his door. He nodded for him to continue.

"The Huerdae are back, sir. Several large ships just jumped in, all heavily shielded, but not all are armed. They are requesting permission to begin construction. A data-package has arrived."

Ardec stood and straightened his uniform. Striding past his XO he moved to the comms desk and watched as numerous images and numbers flashed past. Nodding to himself, Ardec brought the mic to his mouth and waited for the comms officer to signify a link had been made.

"Rosie, you are clear to begin construction. Should you require assitance we will do our best to accomadate you."

Ardec closed the link and turned to his XO,

"Have High Command infomed and updated on all progress in real time."

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HMV Tesla - Bridge
This is Rear Admiral Fuchien, on behalf of the Freehold of Clairmont and on my authority, I would formally wish to establish initial diplomatic relations to your people and open up a dialoque.

Straatman nodded slightly and turned to his comms officer.

"Inform the Fracture of updates, and send a SlipComm to High Command. Have that channel ready."

A few seconds later, a nod from the comms officer informed Straatman that the link was ready for him to speak.

"Rear Admiral Fuchien, I am Captain Straatman. It would be my pleasure to participate in talkes with you on behalf of the Militocracy of Rethan."

The Huerdae response was quick, informal, and entirely out of line, but that was probably to be expected. It seemed that the Huerdae ships now in the system were run by civilians, or something similar. As the construction ships began moving once more, they showed surprising ability to accelerate as they headed for the location designated for the jump gate.

"Alright, we're comin' in. Sounds like we woke you up, General. Why don't ya get yourself some coffee or go back ta bed, we won't be goin' anywhere for a few days, you can watch us later."

A light chuckle was cut off on the comms as Rosie closed the link, the ship's captain nothing like the Captain H'Azzim from before.

With the first exchange of communications having been dealt with, Rear Admiral Fuchien curled her lip in thought before sending her reply. She had an ingrated sense of paranoia thanks to few Imperial ambushes too many, but she had decided that this dialogue she wouldn't conduct through a proxy but rather be there herself. Some vocal criticisms would propably be aimed at her when the squadron got back home. How could the Commanding Offficer of the entire squadron place herself in direct jeopardy in such a way, especially when her unit had recently been through combat. She decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

"Captain Straatman. I would formally request permission to send a diplomatic party aboard your vessel to open up talks between our two nations. This diplomatic party would include myself, an aide and a security team." She said. The security team was a necessity. She might be bold, but she wasn't stupid. Charging into a dark cave without any form of illumination at hand wasn't brave, it was moronic. The same applied here.

As she motioned for the communications tech to send the message, she found herself pondering what kind of ramifications this encounter might hold for the Freehold. Despite the disastrous first encounter with the Fourth Imperium of Endicot, which had lead to the First Interstellar War. The deaths of over four billion Clairmontians and the near destruction of their home, the Freeholders believed in approaching alien species and foreign nations boldly. Rather than turning isolationist, they had adopted a strict but open foreign policy.

Not that there was a whole lot of choice. The aftermath of the War had left Clairmont at the brink of destruction. They had had to abandon their former home in Sol System and migrate to solar systems annexed from the Imperium. Telling war-weary survivors of a war that they had to leave their homes and become refugees. Abandoning their former homes and building new ones... it would have been impossible if the Freehold had isolated itself from outsiders.

Rear Admiral Margaret Fuchien remembered her lessons well. The lessons the rebuilding in the aftermath of the war had taught her. The Freehold needed friends and contacts, and she intended to follow that policy.

HMV Tesla
Captain Straatman. I would formally request permission to send a diplomatic party aboard your vessel to open up talks between our two nations. This diplomatic party would include myself, an aide and a security team.

"Permission Granted. I am sending co-ordinates of our landing Bay, and a Security team will be on hand to escort you to the meeting room. I recommend bringing breathing apparatus Rear Admiral. Our air is quite toxic to most life."

Turning away from the Comms desk, Straatman nodded to his Tactical Officer. Five Stormtroopers and a SturmKindral would meet the arriving team in Docking Bay 2.

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Rethan Orbital Command
Ardec cursed under his breath.

"Insolent little wretches."

His XO, Field-Marshal Cobar, chuckled lightly.

"Probably civvies, sir. From what we've seen so far, I doubt the Huerdae would allow such mannerisms from any form of officer."

Ardec turned to his Tactical Officer and nodded.

"Keep our scanners on them. I don't want them getting too close. Damn civilians might decide to act brave. Or stupid."

As Ardec returned to the Holo-Deck to communicate with High Command, Cobar opened a link with the Rosie.

"Rosie, please ensure you remain at the agreed distance. Automated defences are active, and we will not be able to react fast enough should they percieve you as a threat."

As an aside, Cobar added,

"And, please, try to keep the comments to a minimum. General Ardec is not a very forgiving man."

The pinnace detached from the docking umbilicals holding it in place without an incident. Maneuvering thrusters provided steady propulsion as the small craft left the docking bay behind. Once clear of the Furious's safety perimeter, the vessel engaged its own drive field and lurched towards the waiting Rethan warship. The flight crew had strict instructions to maintain an approach pattern matching the instructions received from the Tesla. No one wanted any incidents here.

Normally, Pinnace's acted as the Navy's personnel transportation craft as well as fire support for Marine contignents. This particular Pinnace however was strictly a VIP transport, lacking weapons and in their place carrying heavier armor and Electronic Warfare systems to protect its charges from possible attacks.

Rear Admiral Fuchien sat serenely on her place, gazing out of the viewport to empty space. Slowly, so slowly one of the dots in her view began to grow, ultimately shaping up as warship of foreign origin. She took in the details of the vessel with interest. Her eyes strolled over the ship's forms and surface, inspecting the design with a critical eye as if it had been her new flagship waiting for inspection at a Freehold Shipyard.

"Coming in to final approach now." An announcement came through the intercom of the Pinnace.

Fuchien checked the telltales of the small display attached to the right wrist of her skinsuit. Naval personnel serving on spaceborne commands always wore their skinsuits. The suit was a light, form-fitting space suit providing the wearer with sufficient flexibility to operate in the confined quarters of a warship and operate equipment requiring precision. All the while protecting the user from the dangers of vacuum in the event of a decompression during battle. The indicators were all in the green. She smiled thinly and attached her helmet.

A few moments later the Pinnace shook slightly as it came into contact with the Tesla. The Security Team, a fireteam of five Marines from Force Recon stood up and checked their weapons, along with Lieutenant Strauss, Fuchien's personal aide. The group of people made their way to the cabin airlock with the Marines surrounding their Admiral. The airlock cycled them through rapidly, and suddenly the Rear Admiral found herself within the belly of the HMV Tesla. She smiled once again, thinly and greeted the party of Rethans who had come to escort her.

"I am Rear Admiral Fuchien. Commanding Officer of the three-hundred-thirty-fifth Battlecruiser Squadron of the Freehold Navy." She said simply.

HMV Tesla - Docking Bay 2
Sturmkindral Germant stepped forward to greet the recently arrived Rear Admiral. Behind him stood the five Stormtroopers under his command, dwarfing his six and a half foot figure. His sleek black leather jacket stopped just short of the ground and his combat sleek and tight-fitting armour moved easily as he bowed slightly, his needle-like white hair not moving the slightest.

"I welcome you aboard the Tesla. I am Sturmkindral Germant. If you would kindly follow me, we have a quarters ready for you. If you let us know what type of atmosphere you prefer we can have it set up for you."

Germant gestured towards the massive airlock doors which lay open to the ship proper. The five Stormtroopers kept their masked faces locked facing the newcomers, their LMGs lowered, but with the safeties off.

The Rosie hadn't responded beyond a simple, automated affirmative, but had gotten to work with abandon. The ships had circled about slowly, like slow bees, as drones and manned construction vehicles moved about between them. Within the first day, the frame and even the beginnings of the internal sections had been constructed, the ships seeming to bustle day and night in constant movement, the bellies of the construction ships opening bays and releasing supplies as they were needed. By mid-day on the second day, the construction had been tested and sealed, and was given some atmosphere. By the end of that same day, the main control room was nearly complete. But it was not until the afternoon of the third that the jump gate itself roared to life in testing. For a moment, it seemed unstable, and dangerously so, but the calibrations being made quickly solidified it as the carefully-created wormhole leapt into being. Quickly, the ships recovered their crews, and slipped through the gate, disappearing from Rethan space with only a simple message from the Rosie.

"Done here. All systems are operational, feel free to send ships through in accordance with the specifications we sent you. We'll begin construction on the joint station soon, and request your consideration in assisting in a mutually agreed-on design."

Fuchien took in the details of their greeting party. For one, these people were big. She considered herself as a rather tall female specimen, standing at 1.93 meters, but these people dwarfed her frame easily. The obvious security personnel having a frame matching that of an armored fighting vehicle. Useful as point men of an entry team, not so much in Fuchien's opinion when it came to close quarters combat in cramped spaces. Size really mattered little when modern weapons were taken into consideration.

She could feel her security team of Force Recon Marines comparing themselves with their counterparts. Their weapons held in tactical carry, ready for instant use if necessary. All of them wore the Marine versions of the Navy skinsuit. Far more bulkier than the sleek, suit of Naval personnel, the Armored Skinsuits were proof against light small arms fire, NBC/Vacuum protected as well as mounting load bearing harness system for rigging ammunition and equipment. Despite their beefy frames when wearing the suits, the Marines were as well dwarfed by their counterparts. It didn't seem to have any effect on their self confidence however.

"Thank you. A standard Earth atmosphere of two parts nitrogen, one part oxygen will suffice. What of my security team?" The Rear Admiral asked the Sturmkindral. She had her doubts whether they would allow armed foreign personnel aboard their vessel, but it never hurt to ask. Command would give her ass a reaming if she had to go in without security, even though they would ultimately understand.

HMV Tesla
"Your team may accompany you to your quarters. However, only two will be allowed accompany you inside the negotiation room. The atmosphere will be ready for you when we arrive."

Germant gestured for the guests to follow him and led the way through the doors. Three of his Stormkorp unit followed directly behind him, while the others waited to follow on behind the visitors. They didn't want anyone wandering.

*****
Rthan Orbital Command
Ardec watched as the Huerdae craft left the area, leaving behind the massive Jumpgate.

"Send a broad spectrum message, let their probe pick it up. Transmit in English, no encoding. We will leave construction of the midway station to the Huerdae, but a Strike Cruiser will pass through shortly to allow us to have a look over the plans first."

Ardec returned to his quarters, giving one last command to Cobar.

"And have at least one Leviathan ready at all times, eyes on that gate. But don't make it obvious."