NationStates Jolt Archive

First Jonathan Spring sat at his desk in the capital of the Dominion, Terra. He rubbed his face and shook his head at the report he had just been given. Disgusting. He thought in his mind. The Fedral's really stepped over the line this time. They go to make an alliance, and are undoubtedly it's founding member. But nowhere in the charter did it state that the Terran President had any power that indicated he could disband it. After the piracy fiasco brought up at the Assembly meeting, than the Haven Massacre, and now this. Bit by bit, the Fedral Union was destroying its bridges....and it didn't have many left. Jonathan looked up from the report, given to ONI by Coredian operatives and immediately made a decision. He would ensure that not all was lost due to Fedral paranoia and recklessness. There was still a way to pick up the pieces and ensure a new beginning could happen.

He opened his drawer and sifted through the various folders, until he found one, entirely black, with the blood-red letters "OBSIDIAN" stamped on it. Smiling, he picked it up and pressed a button on his desk. "Sarah?" Sarah was his secretary, the person whom kept his schedule and basically kept him from going insane by handling mountains of work with a smile.

"Yes, First?"

"I need you to call an emergency session of the High Council. Inform them I have news on the Fedral situation as well as a proposal. And tell them that this meeting is compulsory."

"Understood, sir."

He grabbed his coffee and headed out the door. He had plans to make.


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He stood in front of the High Council, with the folder in his hand. Upon seeing Jonathan brandish the folder, their eye's widened. One of them turned to him, shock in his eyes. "First, is that....Project: OBSIDIAN?"

He nodded. "Yes, Councilor Varron. As you know by now, the Fedrals, in a reckless and spiteful move, have wrongfully disbanded the TEC. Obviously, someone squealed about the intervention task force. So, with the all but assured fracturing of the TEC, we will move forward with the plan we had months ago. To open the Obsidian League alliance to all who wish to join. Hopefully, we can gather together those hurt by this entire incident and forge ourselves into an even stronger body of allies. Do I have your approval?"

The High Council pondered for a bit and then nodded. "You have our support. Go with our blessing, First."

He nodded and left, moving to the communication center. He had a charter prepared and all he needed was to transmit it and let the nations know. He had great hopes for this alliance.

Greetings to the nations of the galaxy. As some of you know, due to an international scandal involving the Fedral Union, it has seen fit to unlawfully disband the Trader's Economic Coalition as spite for what it wrongfully saw as a threat from its members. As such, as First of the Telrosian Dominion, I am issuing a call to those wronged nations and even ones not involved in this situation. On our capital world of Terra, I am have a summit to discuss the charter of the newly formed Obsidian League. While the details will be discussed later, it is essentially an economic and military alliance. It is focused on the economic end of things, but there are clauses for members to defend each other, request help, or put forth motions for war to deal with pirates, nations, and other threats.

You do not even have to join at this meeting. While we would like it, we are considering this as more of an interest meeting. You can request to join, but the focus is discussing what it will be and making amendments to the charter before signing it and bringing the OL into existence. I hope to see you there. And do not worry about security, you will be protected by our forces. I promise you. Attached to this message is a copy of the charter. Take a look-see and comment on it when you arrive on Terra.

First Jonathan Spring

Dominion of Telros"


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The Obsidian League

We, the nations of the Obsidian League, do come together to ensure economic prosperity and growth for members nations as well as security and protection from enemies within and without and do pledge to aid our Obsidian brethren.

Section 1:

The League will respect nation's sovereignty and respect requests to stay out of their territory and other situations unless excessive situations demand otherwise. In such case, the Council will vote on whether or not the situation fits the excess clause. Any violations will be recorded and judged by the Council Court.


Section 2: All Obsidian nations will respect natural rights, and not commit, genocide, rape, discrimination, or anything along those lines. Any violations there in will be recorded and judged by the Council Court.


Section 3: The nations of the League have come together in support of another, both economically and militarily. As such, no one nation may wage war on another. If a problem arises, it will be brought to the Council Court for discussion and a decision to be made. If a nation is found at fault, a vote will be undertaken by the Council on their expulsion.


Section 4: All nations will take part in the shared economic policy, modifying tariffs, exchange rates, and other economic policies as set out by the League, which will be decided upon and voted on by the League.

Section 5: A ruling body known as the Council will be made to take care of alliance wide decisions and will be made up of an Executor, Secretary-General, Minister of War, Minister of Finance, and Lord Diplomat. Each will handle a certain function of the alliance and be voted upon by member nations. Each will have a term of 3 years, aside from Executor, who has a term of five. All can be impeached and brought to trial.

Section 6: Matters of war will be handled on an alliance level and individual level. Individual member nations can go into wars as they choose, and can request help from the League. If so, the Council will vote on it, and then forward their recommendation to the members. Once they have voted, the result will determine aid. Alliance wide, members will bring the issue to the Council, along with their recommendations and the Council will vote. If the members feel the vote is wrong or otherwise not right, they can challenge it and the Council will have another hearing and revote.

Signatory Nations:

Founder: Telrosian Dominon

Jonathan sat back and sighed. Now he had to go ready the meeting area and make preparations to secure the meeting. He hoped that this meeting would go well and that no one would be foolish enough to attack it.....

First Jonathan Spring sat at his desk in the capital of the Dominion, Terra. He rubbed his face and shook his head at the report he had just been given. Disgusting. He thought in his mind. The Fedral's really stepped over the line this time. They go to make an alliance, and are undoubtedly it's founding member. But nowhere in the charter did it state that the Terran President had any power that indicated he could disband it. After the piracy fiasco brought up at the Assembly meeting, than the Haven Massacre, and now this. Bit by bit, the Fedral Union was destroying its bridges....and it didn't have many left. Jonathan looked up from the report, given to ONI by Coredian operatives and immediately made a decision. He would ensure that not all was lost due to Fedral paranoia and recklessness. There was still a way to pick up the pieces and ensure a new beginning could happen.

He opened his drawer and sifted through the various folders, until he found one, entirely black, with the blood-red letters "OBSIDIAN" stamped on it. Smiling, he picked it up and pressed a button on his desk. "Sarah?" Sarah was his secretary, the person whom kept his schedule and basically kept him from going insane by handling mountains of work with a smile.

"Yes, First?"

"I need you to call an emergency session of the High Council. Inform them I have news on the Fedral situation as well as a proposal. And tell them that this meeting is compulsory."

"Understood, sir."

He grabbed his coffee and headed out the door. He had plans to make.


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He stood in front of the High Council, with the folder in his hand. Upon seeing Jonathan brandish the folder, their eye's widened. One of them turned to him, shock in his eyes. "First, is that....Project: OBSIDIAN?"

He nodded. "Yes, Councilor Varron. As you know by now, the Fedrals, in a reckless and spiteful move, have wrongfully disbanded the TEC. Obviously, someone squealed about the intervention task force. So, with the all but assured fracturing of the TEC, we will move forward with the plan we had months ago. To open the Obsidian League alliance to all who wish to join. Hopefully, we can gather together those hurt by this entire incident and forge ourselves into an even stronger body of allies. Do I have your approval?"

The High Council pondered for a bit and then nodded. "You have our support. Go with our blessing, First."

He nodded and left, moving to the communication center. He had a charter prepared and all he needed was to transmit it and let the nations know. He had great hopes for this alliance.

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Jonathan sat back and sighed. Now he had to go ready the meeting area and make preparations to secure the meeting. He hoped that this meeting would go well and that no one would be foolish enough to attack it.....

Admiral Willing was reading the report that just came through on the comm, " Disgusting, those federation moron's cannot do anything right. Drop to subspace and await further orders, now. "

The battle fleet consisting of 220 vessels including several large battleships and many cruisers dropped to sub-light in attack formation.

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" Hi, this is Admiral Willing; former TEC member. We wish to attend the meeting; as soon as possible. We are currently about 5 hours out from your world. We are the East Coast Federation, I have a battle fleet consisting of 220 ships, including several large battleships with me. Due to the you know what. I'd love to help secure the meeting. With your approval we will head for Terran now.

Willing out "

Close Channel.

The sensors in the system had detected the incoming FTL signatures for some time and had checked them with their databases, seeing that it was the East Coast Federation. As such, when they arrived, there was no fleet to meet them, nor hundreds of target locks. What they would see is a flurry of activity. There was the normal inter-planetary travel, with lines of freighters and other forms of commerce arriving and leaving. And at the home planet, with the layered orbital defenses and the large hundred ship fleet, actually two fleets, they could see fighters roaming about and patrols going around the planet. The message was received and a return message was sent to the Federation ships who arrived in system.

"Greetings Admiral Willing, this is Terra Defense Control. We thank you for your offer and advise you to move your ships to sectors three-zero-niner, and five-four-delta. We are sending you coordinates to the meeting and the First would like to welcome you to the Obsidian League. He looks forward to meeting you. Terra Defense Control out"

The sensors in the system had detected the incoming FTL signatures for some time and had checked them with their databases, seeing that it was the East Coast Federation. As such, when they arrived, there was no fleet to meet them, nor hundreds of target locks. What they would see is a flurry of activity. There was the normal inter-planetary travel, with lines of freighters and other forms of commerce arriving and leaving. And at the home planet, with the layered orbital defenses and the large hundred ship fleet, actually two fleets, they could see fighters roaming about and patrols going around the planet. The message was received and a return message was sent to the Federation ships who arrived in system.

"Greetings Admiral Willing, this is Terra Defense Control. We thank you for your offer and advise you to move your ships to sectors three-zero-niner, and five-four-delta. We are sending you coordinates to the meeting and the First would like to welcome you to the Obsidian League. He looks forward to meeting you. Terra Defense Control out"

The battlefleet that dropped out of FTL, over 10 billion lightyears covered in a mere day, what incredible machines they were. The fleet included:

50 Plate Type 3's
45 Plate Type 4's
15 Plate Type 5's
60 Defiant Type Escorts
20 Type 7 BattleCrusiers
5 Type 8's Battleships
1 Type 9 Super Heavy Dred

The Type 9 was known as the LeBaron; the Admirals own personal flagship; she was nearly 9KM long, with some of the most advanced weapons in the fleet, nearly 100 square KM of emitter deck.

( PLATEHSIP= http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q173/NCCSean/PlateshipRough.jpg
http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q173/NCCSean/Plateshipside.jpg thats most of my fleet )

They dropped into the home system. Admiral Willing opened a channel.

" Hello Terran Control, not to be unprofessional, but I don't think I can park my flagship at your station, would you accept a shuttle contain myself? And also. I would like to put my fleet into formation around the planet. With the LeBaron staying in orbit? I have enough firepower to bust a planet with this ship, I have a feeling it would be good protection for the meeting. I would also like permission to open channels with your fleet, Im about 220 strong here. I would like to go to Yellow Alert as soon as I am down there, willing out. "

"Admiral Willing, this is Terra Defense Control. Permission granted for a shuttle and you may move your fleet as you feel is necessary. Notify the fleets around you so they can make space for your ships. Permission granted for open channels and Yellow Alert status. Good luck, Defense Control out."

A small, single-shot drone burst through the walls that contained within them the fragile matrix known as "reality". Its active sensors switched on, and it quickly ascertained the location of the original transmission. Using a tight beam laser, it sent the response.

<\ \> P-8716#2.RECORD>> SYSTEM.LOCAL.TDS
<\ ENCRYPTION CODE: RED
<\ FROM: Gar Michaels Manaan, Minister of Alien Affairs, Concordia
<\ TO: First Jonathan Springs, Dominion of Telros
<\ SUBJECT: Declaration of Interest

/START FILE/

Greetings.

I am Gar Michaels Manaan, Minister of Alien Affairs to the United Dominion of Feazanthia. It has come to our attention that, despite the words of one of the founding nations, nearly all of our communications along Trader Economic Coalition official lines have remained unaffected. As our legal analysts have assured us, no one signatory nation can under treaty stipulations disband the Coalition.

However, in light of recent events, it has become clear to the Daiamiid that, in the interest of the continuing prosperity and security of our people, we cannot hope for the TEC treaty to be upheld by member nations that honor neither its guidelines nor its intent. It is in this vein that the Daimiid, representing the Kiith Federation and the Asrengarde Hegemony, have requested a presence at this historic meeting of the new Obsidian League, in order to better voice our concerns and to propose a new vision of our combined future.

Due to the afore-mentioned events, we request the Telrosian government's understanding in our desire to attend this meeting via faster-than-light communications. While we have no doubt the summit's security shall be first-rate, the risk of travel for non-military personnel at this time is simply too great. Aboard the probe carrying this message shall be equipment necessary for establishing a high-security Lorentzian communication link with our delegate in the Coruc-tel system (see attached: Instructions.dat).

We look forward to this undoubtedly historic summit and await your response.

-Gar Michaels Manaan
Minister of Alien Affairs
United Dominion of Feazanthia

/END FILE/

Romandeos takes a degree of interest in this proposed League and wishes to send a representative to Terra so as to discuss it with you. This representative shall be Linda Combs, until just lately the Empire’s Representative to the Federation. She will be accompanied by a basic personal staff, unless this raises complications.

~ Imperial Diplomatic Representative Dame Tamatha Passaretti.

"Admiral Willing, this is Terra Defense Control. Permission granted for a shuttle and you may move your fleet as you feel is necessary. Notify the fleets around you so they can make space for your ships. Permission granted for open channels and Yellow Alert status. Good luck, Defense Control out."

Admiral Willing had already made his plans, he would simply put the fleet on yellow alert, running long range scans.

The shuttle left the flagship, which soon moved off into a high orbit, she was at yellow alert.


They landed at the HQ Center....

" Hi, I'm Admiral Willing of the East Coast Federation, Nice to meet you! May your battles give great honor! "

OOC: Short I know, but what can I do?

The First was informed of the Federations arrival, as well as the messages from Feazanthia and Romandeos. He ordered a communication channel be opened to to the Romandoes transmission. He sat down and composed two replies. Things were looking up; three potential recruits to the alliance. He sent out the messages and prepared himself for the coming meeting.


To:Imperial Diplomatic Representative Dame Tamatha Passaretti
From: First Jonathan Spring

That will work out just fine for the meeting and I look forward to meeting Linda Combs. Attached to this message are the coordinates for the planet as well as permissions to get in without the protecting fleets from locking on to you. I look forward to better relations with the TEC and the League.


As this message was sent, a shuttle was sent out to claim the probe and brought it back down to the surface. They quickly took out the parts the message had indicated for the construction of an FTL communication device and a team of Dominion engineers began to work on building it in the meeting room. As they did so, the Admiral of the Federation fleet arrived to meet a well-dressed Dominion representative at the landing pad with two Space Marine guards. He acknowledged what he said with a nod of his head and held out his hand.

"I am Aryn Sharr, diplomat of the Dominion. I will be leading you to the meeting room, if you will follow me." He turned around as the two guards two position around them both. They walked through the halls, and they would see quite a bit of bustle as the staff of the Ancestor's Palace worked to ready the banquet that would be served, to prepare rooms for guests who wished to stay or have a place to gather themselves in and of course other, more military preparations. Soon enough, they came to a door guarded by two Terminators and walked in. The diplomat left Willings then, returned to the landing pad for other arrivals. Willings would see a man wearing a sharp black uniform, looking to be a high ranking Dominion military one, with black hair, blue eyes, and currently holding a holopad. Upon hearing the door open, he turned to see Admiral Willings. He smiled and walked over to hold out his hand.

"Greetings, you must be Admiral Willings. I was informed of your arrival. Please, have a seat. Food and refreshments can be brought if you wish."

IDR Linda Combs has been dispatched aboard the battlecruiser HMS Magnificent. She ought to arrive within time for the meeting.

~ Imperial Diplomatic Representative Dame Tamatha Passaretti.

Exactly as Dame Tamatha had promised, the Imperial warship arrived at Terra in time for the meeting. A shuttle was deployed from the ship, as the vessel's helmsman brought her into a cool, peacetime parking orbit, no weapons, shields at low, passive scanners only.

The arrival of the battlecruiser would be acknowledged and coordinates given for a position in the orbit of Terra. The shuttle would then head down towards the planet, cleared by Defense Control, and head towards the landing pads at the Ancestor's Palace. They would land and be greeted by Aryn once more. She bowed when the Romandoes representative arrived. "Greetings, I am Aryn Sharr. It is a pleasure to meet you, Linda Combs. If you will follow me...." The same process was repeated for her as was for the Federation Admiral, and she arrived to see both the First and the Admiral in deep conversation. Turning at the sound of the door opening, he smiled and walked over.

Holding out a hand, he began to speak. "Welcome to Terra, Miss Linda Combs, the heart of Dominion culture and our most defended world. You will be quite safe here. I am glad to see that the nation of Romandoes has agreed to come to these talks and look forward to your input. Seats are available, as you can see, and if you require food or refreshments, simply let me know and they will be provided."

The UHS Treasure and two Valiant class ships, dropped out of warp and hailed:
"Telros Defence Command, this is the UHS Treasure, of the Planetery Republic, Former TEC member, requesting approach clearence.

Admiral Willing Greeted the alien in front of him and held out his hand for a good shake. " Hi, I'm Grand Admiral Willing; I am in command of all 1400 ships of the Federation fleet and have been granted permission to speak on our behalf. I trust we can start an new alliance here today.... I also believe we can work something else out, though I would like to discuss that matter in private. Also, its great to meet you; as you know we tend to not show up for most things like this."

He eyed some interesting looking food and decided...

" We'll, im still young at 430 years old right? A little food wont hurt. I mean my grandpa is 900 and still eats like this! "

He sat down and munched on interesting looking bird,waiting for the others to arrive.

The Battlehawk ship was rapidly targeted and weapons prepared to fire on it, should it be an enemy of the Dominion and those arriving at the summit. However, the databanks identified it as Battlehawk and so they paused in their wrath. The message from the ship, identified as the UHS Treasure, set their minds at ease and the weapons locks went away as the fleet turned back to its defensive measures. A reply was sent back to the ship.

"Treasure, this is Terra Defense Control. Approach clearance granted. Send down a representative to the coordinates attached to this message to get to the summit. You will be met by a guide. Welcome to Terra. Defense Control out."[//i]


At the meeting site, Jonathan listened to the Admiral speak and nodded. "Yes, I do hope this goes well. The League has been a pet project of mine for some time. I, of course, want it to succeed. As for the private matter...that can be discussed later, yes. Feel free to stay as long as you like." The Admiral went off to start eating, and the First ordered more food brought in. He was then notified of the Battlehawk's arrival and nodded. Good, more were coming. The more, the better.

The Treasure and her escorts entered orbit of the planet and within minutes Starfleet Admiral Thadius Denning, beamed down to the co-ordinates.

OOC: Sorry I haven't been able to post in here. Consider me onboard for the League at this time.

Admiral Denning was met by Aryn and led to the meeting area. There he was received by the First who welcomed him, informed him of the food situation and bade him to take a seat and relax. The same was done for the Coredian representative who arrived. When they appeared, Jonathan smiled. The Coredians would lend great weight to this alliance, as well as strengthening ties between their nations.

Thadias nodded and movved towards the seats

((Just lemme know when my floating head can appear))

OOC: It can appear anytime

FNS Comet
Apollo Class Cruiser
Diplomatic Division
Arriving at "Earth"

The Apollo Class cruiser decelerated from hyperspace almost two light minutes from Earth. It was considered a respectable and non-threatening distance for a single ship to arrive. In the past the Farstars Confederacy had been under constant threat and attack from the Galactic Empire, but that alliance no longer existed. Recently, the nation had found itself fighting against the Huntarian Empire.

Now all the nation wanted was a period of peace to consolidate and reorganized. A message was sent to the dominion authority responsible for security and flight plans in the system.

"Dominion Authority, This is the Farstars Navy diplomatic cruiser Comet we are currently carrying a diplomat to send to the meeting regarding the Obsidian League. We request parking instructions and directions on where to send our diplomat. Thank you for your time."

Comet, this is Orbital Defense Control. You are cleared for a parking orbit at the coordinates attached to this message. And your diplomat can be sent to Landing Pad 14. From there you will have a guide to get to the meeting room. We look forward to seeing you at the meeting. Good luck."[/i]

When the Farstarian diplomat appeared at the meeting, he/she was met by the First and welcomed into the party, told where they could get food and snacks and to relax for a bit. Soon, they would begin the summit on the League.

((OOC - Just checking to see who's still into this. Telros seems to have poofed for a little while.))