NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I have been around for a while, but i just realised : I haven't done an intro thread yet! So...yeah...

In the Milky Way galaxy there is a place where most don't go. The reason? There is no inhabited systems in the entire sector. The entire sector is inhabited by no one. The systems are all either dead, dying, or have no intelligent life in them. Save one.
The Tarnia System. A binary star system containing 2 stars, Tarnia Alpha and Tarnia Prime. Each with planets, Alpha with 6 planets, Prime with 2. And living on seven of these planets was a FTL-capable civilisation of humans. The Imperial Colonies. For nearly 1500 years this lonely race of people had developed and grown, without outside interference or help. Of course, this is soon to end....

ICO Space Command, Aurona....

"Admiral on deck,"said a officer, saluting the man that had just entered the room.
"As you were,"said Rear Admiral Matthew Jusion, commander of the Tarnia Home Fleet. Walking to the command table, he spoke:"Hows our home today?"
"Normal civilian traffic. The Battlestar's Picon, Disillusioned and Capricorn all arrived home during the night,"said the man standing at the sensor station, reading out the log of the pervious night's events.
"Good. Looks like it'll just be a normal day then,"said the Admiral.

Unbeknownst to those in Orinon, an Aumanii Task Force was conveniently patrolling not far from the Tarnia system. The commander of the Task Force, Colonel Samoth Uygur, was busying himself reading over tactical reports, his crew lazily going about their duties. This area of space was known to be quiet and no one expected much trouble beyond a possible, if unlikely, encounter with smugglers. Uygur was satisfied with what he was reading, 'It looks like it will be a normal day then.' He thought.

OOC:

You, Earthman! Go to IRC channel. We discuss your fate there... irc://irc.rizon.net/NationStates

Returning home after a three year cruise the UKS Nightshade, Captain Ron Korte commanding just happened to be passing near a sector of space thought to be uninhabited according to Kormanthorian records. So the sensor operator was surprised to find numerous starships within the the sector.

" Captain I am picking up numerous unknown warships in Sector-734891. " Reported Lt. Rutkow.

" Thank You Lt. Rutkow, please keep a close eye on them. Lt. Gellis please change our course to intercept them. Lt. Lehmann please start broadcasting friendship messages in there direction. We have a first contact situation here people so we need to put our best foot forward. However lets go to Yellow Alert Status and alert the fighter squadrons just in case. " ordered Captain Korte.

The Galaxy Classs, USS Oddessy was traveling through a sector, that was suprisingly almost devoid of life. The Ship was searching for any life at all in the sector.

PNS-Eagle
Cavalier Class Heavy Cruiser
Dead Regions, Milky Way

The PNSEagle had been ordered to provide military escort to a Protectorate trade convoy that left the Olympus Station in near Jupiter orbit nearly two weeks ago. Travel in hyperspace between star systems was often a long and tedious thing, the days to be filled with only monotonous routine. Captain Allison Avairs would have preferred it no other ways. After the recent troubles back home in the Raumreich routine and monotony were something to be welcomed.

He was in his quarters warming up a cup of tea as he prepared to finish some of the mountain of paper work he had before hitting the rack for the night. Leftenant Daniels had the bridge and he was more then qualified to keep the ship in Hyper in close proximity to the convoy. He was not worried about any pirate force or someone else troubling his convoy in this area of space. The Dead Regions were aptly named, they were not habited for light years, merely one area to cross on their trip across the galaxy.

Just as he signed his name and title to the last piece of paperwork he felt the cruiser lurch violently. He was like most of the surviving naval officer corps a combat veteran, he could feel that whatever happened wasnt an external attack but rather something from within his ship.

He was up and already stripping off his duty uniform for a skin suit when he heard the general quarters klaxon blare. He subvocalized using his implant.

"Bridge, This is Six, Report!"

"Six, Officer of the Day, We have sustained an engineering casualty, Alpha nodes 2 and 8 have suffered critical failure we have fallen out of hyperspace."

If the were stuck in an unknown and uninhabitable system it would be a long time before they could repair the ship. "Where?" he asked.

"Thats the thing sir, its supposed to be an uninhabited system, we know nothing lives out here in these gods forsaken systems..."

"But?"

"We are several light hours out but it we have gravitic readings of dozens of ships, and inhabited systems. I brought the ship to general quarters until we can confirm their presence and stance."

"I will be on the bridge in five minutes. Six Out."

Avairs approved of the cautionary move to place the ship at battle readiness the galaxy was full of bad folks, this could easily be a pirate haven. It would take some time for the people in system to detect their unannounced arrival and to contact them. When they did Avairs hoped they would be friendly .

"Sir. Long range contact. Too far out to make anything out, but its not one of ours," said the sensor technician.
"What? I had to jinx it,"said Jusion, walking to the sensor station.
"Sir. Its too far out for coms,"said the sensor technician.
"Prep a Auron Class. I want to know whats out there,"said Jusion.

While it had taken the SVE recon satellite a few decades to get to the sector, it had been worthy to the eyes of the mastercomputer. A barren system was what just the SVE thrived in... an oportunity to install solar windmills on a planetary surface, process raw materials from planets and asteroids and build more of itself without even requiring a military confrontation.

The small icosahedral blue satellite continued its way into this sector of space, constantly transmitting coordinates to the rest of the mastercomputer.

((Date! I need to know the exact date!))

The Star Ship Hyperion, a Corsair class Battlcruiser, was passing through the sector, which the Computer system logs noted as containing no sentient life. Traveling at hyperspeed, the Hyperion decided to exit hyperspace for a few small repairs to the Impulse manifold. On the Bridge, James Raynor sat in the captain chair as Lieutenant Reed read sat in the First Officer station to the Captains left. To the Captains right, Tactical Officer Bertrand was recalibrating the ships defence power inputs. Directly infront of the Captain, Helm Officer Davis was initializing to drop out of hyperspace. "Mr. Davis, disengage." ordered Raynor. A slight pulse vibrated through the entire ship. Raynor pressed the Comm button. "Bridge to Engineering. Quint, make all the repair you need." Looking back to Davis, he signaled All Stop. The ship fell silent. "Ok. With that done, Im going to hit the hay. Reed, you have the bridge." A smile came to his face. "Warn me if anything happens." he joked. Just as he was about to enter the Turbolift, a faint beep came from Comm station. Everyone on the bridge fell silent. They were being hailed. Raynor rushed back. Davis opened a channel.
"This is Captain Raynor of the Corsair class Battlecruiser, Hyperion. Identify yourself and state the reason of your Hail."
But the Captain really wanted to say, "What the hell are you doing out here?"

OOC: Mews, by Colonial reckoning, its the 21/7/2892

OOC: Ok Im just going to plow on here. I dont know really who Marktoria is addressing or what an Auron class is or how far away it is but suppose we can fill that in.

IC:

PNS-Eagle
Cavalier-Class Heavy Cruiser
Unknown System
Dead Regions, Milky Way

"Captain on Deck!" the bosun shouted as the bridge crew came to attention. Captain Avairs stepped out of the lift and noticed with only a little bit of a commanders pride the discipline of his crew standing in their Navy skin suits.

"At ease. Return to your stations." He ordered as he made his way over to the holo-tank, whose 3-demensional area displayed all known contacts in the system. It clearly was a hub or likewise important system of a stellar nation. The infrastructure build up and multitude of contacts would make it the equal of a Valinor dominion back in the Raumreich.

"Skipper there is one contacts still 3 light-minutes away but it is clearly moving to intercept us. I can not predict its intentions with any degree of confidence at this time." The gravimetric officer reported.

"Let's try to talk to these people," He did not know if they could receive FTL coms so he sent it by light beam to the incoming vessel, and over the wireless, hoping that they could hear his words.

"Live Mike Skipper," The communications ensign told him before he began to speak.

"Approaching vessel This is the Protectorate Navy Warship Eagle, I am its commanding officer Captain Avairs, I apologize for our unannounced intrusion into your star system, but my ship has suffered an engineering casualty. We are unable to sustain or achieve superluminal velocity until it is repaired. We greet you in friendship. I say again...." He repeated his message and then waited it would be some minutes before a reply would be heard.

"Holy frak. Umm....Frak it..."said the Auron Class frigates commander. Grabbing up the coms unit, he replied: "This is the Frigate VD-121. We will try to help you in any way we can."
Putting the coms down, he said:"Get the Atlantis on the line. Tell them that we have a first contact."