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Introduction
The Galaxy is an interesting place. Technologies that have revolutionized industry and nearly perfected medical care have made the standard of living beyond what the modern person could image. You would think that medical nanites that can heal injuries from the inside, gravity-controlled deep space factories that churn out goods like nothing other, flying cars, and other such wonders would bring the different races of the galaxy together in harmony.
You'd be wrong. It seemed that the human traits of greed and paranoia is the rule, is not an exception here nor is it for the other races that inhabits our universe. Most races have tech that could benefit the whole beyond the collective races' wildest dreams, but they are hidden behind locked doors and guarded by fierce dictators and soldiers. Money is still dumped into military spending instead of poverty relief, the citizens are starving and dying for the cause of their government. People still get themselves blown up for stupid causes, runn head-first against plasma guns. People still are just cogs in the machine for the elite, meat for the meat-grinders, tickets for officers to be awarded medals. But not all are forced into such roles.
There are a few groups that excel above the rest. Whether through research, commerce, or plain old determination, a few nations stand above all others. These groups champion their own set virtues. Some fight for independence, others for understanding. Still others strive for the greed of being the ultimate warlordof the worlds.
Still others just want to survive in a galaxy of hostile aliens. Sadly for each beacon of light, there are hordes of evil beings ready to blow out the candle of hope.
There is an important question in all of this. What is your role in this? Are you the adamant republic of nations? Or are you the coalition of pirates from twenty races, drawn by money and a charismatic leader? Do you send your fleets for discovery? Trade? Or do your ships only leave their ports to sow misery among the peaceful peoples around them? Is it your people's destiny to unite the universe for a just cause? For your own greedy desires?
I'll ask again. What are you in this War of the Universe?
Alright, this is a sci-fi nation RP. Every action and interaction you will have will be with other players, so don't start whining if your nation gets over run by a larger nation because you started the war.
Also, since YOUR fantasy and creativity sets the limits for the technology access here, you can go wild, literally! I can already tell you that there will be tons of Warhammer 40'000 inspirations here, but that's alright, not everyone here are born with supernatural fantasy/creativity skills.
Anyways, there is one major demand I have for you guys who will sign up for this. Please, for the love of my sanity, keep your CS bloody organized. I have to read through them, I have to check them and ensure that they aren't light-years head of what is originally intended, alright?
I've already created the basic CS for you guys, please fill that one in, and add whatever you feel is appropriate to the CS National Anthems, famous quotes, religious figure heads and etc.
So here is the basic CS with a few explanations and rules included, alright. If you are confused, check my CS out, and if that doesn't help, just tell me and I'll explain.
Now, like I said, the above CS is just a way to keep it organized, though you can change and rearrange everything that you want to. There are no limitations for technology, military might, etc, etc. HOWEVER, you cannot be the best at everything. Every nation has its faults, domestic problems or political idiocracies.
You'd be wrong. It seemed that the human traits of greed and paranoia is the rule, is not an exception here nor is it for the other races that inhabits our universe. Most races have tech that could benefit the whole beyond the collective races' wildest dreams, but they are hidden behind locked doors and guarded by fierce dictators and soldiers. Money is still dumped into military spending instead of poverty relief, the citizens are starving and dying for the cause of their government. People still get themselves blown up for stupid causes, runn head-first against plasma guns. People still are just cogs in the machine for the elite, meat for the meat-grinders, tickets for officers to be awarded medals. But not all are forced into such roles.
There are a few groups that excel above the rest. Whether through research, commerce, or plain old determination, a few nations stand above all others. These groups champion their own set virtues. Some fight for independence, others for understanding. Still others strive for the greed of being the ultimate warlordof the worlds.
Still others just want to survive in a galaxy of hostile aliens. Sadly for each beacon of light, there are hordes of evil beings ready to blow out the candle of hope.
There is an important question in all of this. What is your role in this? Are you the adamant republic of nations? Or are you the coalition of pirates from twenty races, drawn by money and a charismatic leader? Do you send your fleets for discovery? Trade? Or do your ships only leave their ports to sow misery among the peaceful peoples around them? Is it your people's destiny to unite the universe for a just cause? For your own greedy desires?
I'll ask again. What are you in this War of the Universe?
Alright, this is a sci-fi nation RP. Every action and interaction you will have will be with other players, so don't start whining if your nation gets over run by a larger nation because you started the war.
Also, since YOUR fantasy and creativity sets the limits for the technology access here, you can go wild, literally! I can already tell you that there will be tons of Warhammer 40'000 inspirations here, but that's alright, not everyone here are born with supernatural fantasy/creativity skills.
Anyways, there is one major demand I have for you guys who will sign up for this. Please, for the love of my sanity, keep your CS bloody organized. I have to read through them, I have to check them and ensure that they aren't light-years head of what is originally intended, alright?
I've already created the basic CS for you guys, please fill that one in, and add whatever you feel is appropriate to the CS National Anthems, famous quotes, religious figure heads and etc.
So here is the basic CS with a few explanations and rules included, alright. If you are confused, check my CS out, and if that doesn't help, just tell me and I'll explain.
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[b]Nation name:[/b]
[b]Race(s): [/b]
[b]Nation size: [/b] There are four levels.
One- tiny, usually stuck in between one to three systems. Weak, but can react to outside threats rather quickly. I suggest you make alliances with the other class Ones and Twos. Gets the 'Who Cares About Ubekistan?' trait. Your nation is simply too small to be bothered by the big nations (class Fours) unless you really screw up and bother it. Class Three's and Fours cannot attack you without a damn good reason, which they gotta run by me.
Two- Twice to three times as large as class Ones. Up to eight systems usually. Bigger, with more ships, but reacts somewhat slower to threats, with more government red tape to wade through.
Three- between 10-25 systems. A rather large nation, usually with more than one race in its limits. Very large navy, very productive. Can take many Class Ones with ease, and groups of Twos if it plays it smart. You need a machete to chop through the tape if you want things done fast. Effected by ‘Who Cares About Ubekistan’.
Four- The big one. 30-60 systems of industrial might and military power. When a class Four goes to war, the whole sector feels it. Can smash whole alliances of smaller nations with ease. They are slow to move, but once they do they don't stop. Are affected by Who Cares About Ubekistan, as well as Sea of Red Tape. It ma- sorry, your request cannot be filled out at this time. Please fill out the required forms and place them with your local government agent. We will get back to you soon.
[b]Government type: [/b] communism, democary, republic, coaltion, oligarchy...
[b]Important Government Figures:[/b] who runs your nation?
[b]Economy: [/b] explain it. Free market? government run? Socialized?
[b]Important Economic Leaders: [/b] If you got 'em, who are the important Ceo's and merchants that are useful to your nation?
[b]Religions: [/b] list em and explain em
[b]Points of interest:[/b]
[list][*][/list] name systems, planets, sections, etc that are important and worth mentioning.
[hr][/hr]
[b]History:[/b] Depending on the size of your nation will also effect your history. When did your original planet become united? When did it reach advanced enough technology to expand into the universe? How did the conquering go? And so on.
Feel free to create your own calendars, time measurements, time lines, and all of that jazz
[hr][/hr]
[b]Strengths (Non-Militarily):[/b]
[list][*][/list]
What does your nation do good? You can have as many as you want, but there should be Weaknesses to a 1:1 ratio.
A huge military could mean a shaky economic sector, hard workers could mean an unhappy population that is vulnerable to insurrection. And so on.
Get creative. Use that part of your brain to find something new and yet logical.
[b]Weaknesses (Non-Militarily): [/b]
[list][*][/list]
What does your nation do wrong? Remember, there should be something to counter your strengths. The more you have, the more strengths i'd allow, so get creative.
[hr][/hr]
[b]Hyper Tech:[/b] You get FOUR.
Explain in detail how your race uses each tech, and exactly how their tech represents it.
for example, if you decide that your nation has Advanced Biotech, then describe how they are more advanced. Can they clone? Can they replace lost limps? Do they have minions that do the fighting for them?
I demand that you get REALLY in depth with these four ones, understood? As much information as possible here. I a leaving you for your creativity here, though keep in mind...No over power (but planet destroying crusors are allowed ;) ).
[hr][/hr]
[b][center]MILITARY:[/center][/b]
[u]Doctrine:[/u] How do you fight? Go into detail...Really. Write like you've never written before!
Nah, messing with ya, just give everyone here a basic over view of how you fight, you can always have those ace cards in the sleeve, and many other methods, as long as you know them and use them.
[b]Ships:[/b] Name your equipment anything you want, but they all will still be on a ration of 1-10 either way. This number is to compare your ships to each other and to your own ships. It is assumed that a 10 is a close-to-be planet destroyer type of space ship and anything below is becoming less and less dangerous. Keep in mind that you can't have a fleet of Deathstars...They are hard to produce and requires massive extend of research and resources.
[b]Ship Class Name: [/b]
[b]Hull Size: [/b] (Dreadnought, Battlecruiser, Destroyer, Cruiser, Frigate, Gunboat)
[b]Combat Designation: [/b] what is it's roles in combat
[b]Weapons: [/b] what are they and how many are there
[b]Engines: [/b] how many and their power source
[b]Defenses: [/b] armor, shields, point defense goes under Weapons
[b]Other: [/b] special abilities or traits such as a carrier module or troop carrier, for either ground assault or ship boarding
[b][center]Ground Armies:[/center][/b]
[b]Ground Troops:[/b]
Vehicles, infantry, air, space…everything that has to do with war is to be listed here. Remember, you will tell us everything, so this needs to be organized.
List the kinds and their gear. Numbers would be helpful too. No sheet needed here; pics encouraged but descriptions are nice too.
Now, like I said, the above CS is just a way to keep it organized, though you can change and rearrange everything that you want to. There are no limitations for technology, military might, etc, etc. HOWEVER, you cannot be the best at everything. Every nation has its faults, domestic problems or political idiocracies.
Rules
1. I'm the GM, thus I can say "yes", "no", "Change X and Y" or "Go away". Period.
2. Follow the site's rules.
3. I may change things. Don't worry I'll inform you.
4. Improvise. If no one is really RPing with you, do something about it.
5. Gve us a reason to read your posts...Write about domestic problems, sudden assassinations/rebellions, stuff like that.
6. Post regularly. I know there is a thing called for "Real Life" so there's no time limit, but do try to post now and then (and let it be a GOOD post).
7. Have fun. This is mandatory, and I'll hunt you down if you don't enjoy this!
2. Follow the site's rules.
3. I may change things. Don't worry I'll inform you.
4. Improvise. If no one is really RPing with you, do something about it.
5. Gve us a reason to read your posts...Write about domestic problems, sudden assassinations/rebellions, stuff like that.
6. Post regularly. I know there is a thing called for "Real Life" so there's no time limit, but do try to post now and then (and let it be a GOOD post).
7. Have fun. This is mandatory, and I'll hunt you down if you don't enjoy this!
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OOC Notes
Planet Deutchlieg. 14:25 PM, Local Time
Chairman Leo sat down at his desk and looked over the reports that were placed on the metal desk. He skimmed through the first couple of reports and then separated them into categories, military, food supplies, local news, and news from the borders, and then he began from the top.
News of the latest victory in the the outer borders of the Deutchlieg territory were excellent, and Leo skipped the pages that contained the casualties, environmental damages and began to look at the pictures of the soldiers who stood and saluted at the flag that was being raised, soldiers standing over the corpses of the enemies, and prisoners being led away. Leo took one of the pictures where the flag was included and another with prisoners being taken away, and placed them in a folder. They would be send to the local news paper and the soldiers would be glorified by the papers and the propaganda, and then there would be a public service where the soldiers in these photos would be given medals for both having shown courage in the face of the enemy. Surely this would inspire the future soldiers to follow their example.
As Leo looked at the reports about the food shortage that the nation was facing, he frowned. It was grim truth, the Deutchliegs didn't have many planets to supply them all with food, and it was all due to their beliefs of the Machine Spirit but how would he ever be able to change that? The religion went deeper into the Deutchlieg's culture than it appeared, and Leo knew that too well, he was lucky that the Pope didn't interfere with the politics, which was good for he then had the chance to set up policies that indirectly banned the Tech Priests from becoming members of the government.
Leo sighed. It was a tiresome work, being the leader of the Republic of Deutchlieg, however he hadn't had more than 75% of all his political opponents assassinated for nothing, he had the position now and none should ever challenge his rule...The Commissars would make sure of that. He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the local governor of Planet 7 III, in the system 7, to discuss about the harvest.
The majority of the food that was produced was given to the military, and the rest was then given to the many shops, however...Due to the corruption within the government a lot of the food disappeared and was sold to third parties, most likely aliens from some foreign galactic nation, though that wasn't Leo's concern, that was for the Commissars to deal with.
"Jar?" a voice said, clearly irritated and had a strong local accent, "Thiz iz daz governor of daz Planet 7 III, do you know what daz time iz?"
"Jar, this is the Chairman Leo, I call about the report I have here, it says that your planet's harvest was far from as good as last season, can you give me a more explanation for it only says 'weather hazards' on the report, what does it mean?" Leo asked inquisitive.
"Ark jar mein Chairmein, itz daz weather, itz snowz zo much-a, you zee, daz harvest was uzeless, and thuz I could not send it, daz local Commissarz approve me actionz, zo please, Chairmein Leo, understand that it has been snowz and rain, and other hazardz. Da local Honz work hard right now, dayz and nightz, jar," the local governor answered, changing his tone accordingly.
"Very well, dismissed, you can go back to sleep," Leo said and hung up.
Going back to reading the reports he read over the local news and smiled with joy as he read the report, which was actually just a newspaper:
Deutchlieg News! wrote:Mobster Leader Found!
Just this morning, Commissars finally found the notorious mob leader, Alha McQuire, who has long been accused for local governmental corruption and slowing down the function of the local police forces, and he has been charged with illegal smuggling, arms dealing, and some of his more serious crimes has been behind the assassination of High-Eradicator Commissar Karl von Smouldre.
The Mobster was captured as he tried to catch a spaceship off the planet and head to Planet Kranus, where it is believed that he has contacts. According to High-Commissar Cedric, Alha will be publicly executed after he has been extracted from all information regarding external and internal allies and forces that he is in control of.
And then it went on about past events that the much hated man had been behind, which Leo skipped. Leo wrote an e-mail to Cedric, congratulating him with the capture of the gangster leader Alha, and he also told Cedric to give out medals of bravery to those Commissars that had captured Alha.
Afterward he went on with reading the News from the borders. There had been send a ship out into the unknown space to see if there were other systems that could be conquered or if there were other larger galactic nations which the Deutchlieg could ally itself with.
Unknown Space Sector. Arm of Deutchlieg 208-KY.
Captain Jason Kruppert sat on his seat and looked into the void of space. He had been charged with exploring the unknown space that the Republic of Deutchlieg hadn't found yet, and he had been assigned to use an Arm of Deutchlieg, a much larger vessel than what he was used to but it didn't matter, along with that tropps had also been assigned to come along with him, thousands of soldiers, both new and veterans, along with one lieutenant, Dan Coup, a Battle-Commissar Major, Markus van Bilson, and an Eversor whose name he had never been told. The Pope himself had assigned this fanatical man to come along the expedition and see if it would be possible to spread the faith of the Machine Spirit.
Jason was, like any other Deutchlieg, a believer of the Machine Spirit though he wasn't a fanatical like this man who was praising all the machines he passed by, petting them as if they were alive and Jason still remembered that he had to order his crew to drag the man out of the engine room so he didn't do something to cause the entire ship to explode.
Jason had been given limited supplies of food, which the lieutenant had strictly rationed amongst the crew men, soldiers and commanders alike, everyone were given equal amount of food to eat two times a day.
Water, the men had in abundance, as the many seas, lakes and rivers of other planets had been emptied and distributed amongst the worlds, which constantly tried to reuse the water after it was cleaned and kept nuclear waste and water separated.
"Captain, we're picking up life forms from the nearby planet," one of the crew men called and Jason came over and looked at the scanner, it wasn't just the planet that the screen was showing, it was also showing pointing out vessels, spaceships which orbited the planet.
"I'll give the planet a call, and we'll see what will happen. Send out an order and have the Jet Fights ready if we find ourselves in a battle then we will be ready," Jason said and then made a simple message to the planet.
From: Captain Jason Kruppert
To: Governor of the Planet
Greetings, I am Captain Jason Kruppert of the Arm of Deutchlieg vessel, 208-KY. I come in peace to represent my galactic nation, along with leaders of representatives of the other factions within my home nation.
I have a representative of our military, a representative of our religion and a representative of the people. With your permission I would like to have a vessel send down to your planet with these representatives, myself and a small group of six soldiers, for security reasons. We wish to discuss possibly future trade and mutual agreements between our galactic nations.
Respectfully from,
~Captain Jason Kruppert.
Jason then ended the message and had it send, hoping that the language he had chosen to use would be... appropriate for the natives. None of the people onboard the Arm of Deutchlieg knew that they had entered the outer territory of the United Imperium of Tartarus, and all they could do for now was to wait for a response.
OOC Notes
Civilized Planet Vorn 3 of system 004, local time 4:20 PM.
Theologian Sigmund was standing in a large cathedral of Tyrael, it was also the planetary Capital. The stained glass windows had a great figure with 8-large tentacle like wings spreading out, it was a common window in the Imperium. The sermon had ended a short while ago evident by the people leaving, and now it was time to check on the more planetary problems. Turning in his great white robes, and large gold disc like headband surrounding his forehead he walked with a slow purpose to the back doors of the large cathedral. His long brown hair moved in a slow ticking clock like fashion, swinging left to right. Nearing the end of the door, he touched his hand to the panel to the side, a beeping sound spilled from the device as it took his genetic information. The pad turned a light green, and the large cathedral doors swung open to reveal a expansive chamber, with other men standing around it.
Pausing in the light his eyes slid across the people, General Agnella a rather young woman considering her rank, she was dressed in Carapace armor, and had a military style hat on, her sharp defined features would cause some people to venture that she was attractive.. she had dressed up no doubt to try and salvage some respect as she stood near the other member in the room. Sergeant Fulgrim, the giant 8 ft man was standing in the holy power armor, adorned with medals and holy icons. His helm was dark, and uncompromising the glowing red eye-holes peering at everyone with the full fury of Tyrael.
Walking to the table, he peered down at the 3-dimension map, that showed their planet of Vorn 3, General Agnella stepped forward pointing at red spots on the map the screen zoomoed in to show small battle fields of trenchs dug into the lush green land, and men in flak armor shooting lasers at charging green orks "The vile Orks have taken footholds, in multiple location. We had originally hoped that the Black Templar would send a company to eradicate them, but the Lord Tyrael has deemed it necessary that a full company would be a waste on those disgusting Xenos. We are lucky they sent a full squad.. I have already drawn up multiply maps and strategy on ho.."
Her speech was interrupted as a small red blip appeared in space, and everyone leaned forward expecting it to be another wave of Orks, this time they had managed to request a few Furies just in case, but to everyone surprise a voice came on over the intercom "Father Sigmund, we have contact... unidentified vessel, not of Ork construction." Leaning forward Sigmunds brow furrowed "more Xenos?" he spat in disgust. His thought went to how unlucky the timing was, but as readings came in from the ship his initial thought dissipated, it was a small ship one the Furies could easily deal with, about to send the command to eradicate, he was stopped once again by the intercom. "Sir, we have incoming message, transmitting to you now"
A large 3-dimension display screen floated in the air and the message read
To: Governor of the Planet
Greetings, I am Captain Jason Kruppert of the Arm of Deutchlieg vessel, 208-KY. I come in peace to represent my galactic nation, along with leaders of representatives of the other factions within my home nation.
I have a representative of our military, a representative of our religion and a representative of the people. With your permission I would like to have a vessel send down to your planet with these representatives, myself and a small group of six soldiers, for security reasons. We wish to discuss possibly future trade and mutual agreements between our galactic nations.
Respectfully from,
~Captain Jason Kruppert.
Sigmund looked at the message flabbergasted, the language was almost the same so he could understand 99% of the message. Re-reading it to ensure Tyrael had not reaped his sanity, he looked at the other two "So what do we do?"
General Agnella pounded her fist on the table "We eradicate them in the name of Lord Tyrael, they are disgusting Xenos. It would be an insult to allow them to live" Sigmund nodded understanding her reasoning, but to his surprise the Black Templar spoke with quiet power.
"Father, I believe you should hold your fire. Meet with these... xenos and find out what they are, what they can do, and more importantly where they are. We should not act hastily until this has been reported to the High Theologian. acting to fast will be seen as a traitorous act.. and a heretical one as well" the Templar finished.
The thought of committing heresy was unthinkable, and Sigmund nodded considering "very well... we shall allow these xeno filth to land. Prepare the army, I want them to see the full glory of Tyrael."
From: Theologian Adam Sigmund
To: Captain Jason Kruppert
You are now in a system ruled over by the United Imperium of Tartarus, we welcome you to discuss your propositions. The Furies in space shall escort you to the nearby landing pad. We await your arrival.
Hail Lord Tyrael Protector of Humanity.
OOC Notes
Location: Outskirts of Deutchlieg Territory
Mission: Investigate Ordrian Distress Signal...
Fleet Status: Engaged
Situation: DIRE
MAG weapons were shot left and right. The spectacle could be seen for a great distance. One would think it was a holiday, if they saw all those fireworks in the night sky. They weren't fire works. They were the shields of ships being penetrated and then popping back on once more. They were hundreds of thousands of drones exploding, the impact of MAG rounds penetrating a ship, and the fierce Alma Survivor allowing civilian ships to drain it's shields to replenish their own. It wasn't a holiday. It was a rush of adrenaline, a pinch of desperation, and a ton of crammed comm channels. In other words. It was just another day in the Migrant Fleet.
"Tali'Zorah vas Neema requesting permission to drain your shields, our Hull is about to be_"
"Permission Granted! Idenna and Moreh, The Geth Cruisers shields are down, Give them hell or I'm through!".
"What Geth cruisers? The only thing I see is salvagables!"
"Shut it bosh'tet, More shooting, less bullshitting!"
"I'm pulling back, The Neema can't take much of this... Oh Keelah.".
"Is that what I think it is?!".
"It's the Dosh'Shun. Those bastards salvaged the Alma Dosh'Shun!"
"This is Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma. All ships prepare for immediate Sector Jump!".
"Keelah'Selai!".
The Migrant Fleet bugged out. All the thousands of ships just disappeared into nothing. Everything around them turned into a blurred, thin strips of light. For several moments this was all that visible to the people of the Migrant Fleet and then. It all cleared up. The thin strips became little balls, stars several million light years away or less. The Migrant Fleet had survived a Geth ambush, They were safe. For now... They were in Deutchlieg territory. The Migrant Fleet had an encounter with them a while back. No shots were fired but they weren't supposed to enter their territory ever since. The Flotilla's ships were damaged, some almost destroyed. They needed to be repaired quickly. The Fleet was in no shape for combat despite their numbers.
"This is Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma, requesting all Admirals to report to the Alma Survivor at once... We need to discuss our current situation.".
Mission: Investigate Ordrian Distress Signal...
Fleet Status: Engaged
Situation: DIRE
MAG weapons were shot left and right. The spectacle could be seen for a great distance. One would think it was a holiday, if they saw all those fireworks in the night sky. They weren't fire works. They were the shields of ships being penetrated and then popping back on once more. They were hundreds of thousands of drones exploding, the impact of MAG rounds penetrating a ship, and the fierce Alma Survivor allowing civilian ships to drain it's shields to replenish their own. It wasn't a holiday. It was a rush of adrenaline, a pinch of desperation, and a ton of crammed comm channels. In other words. It was just another day in the Migrant Fleet.
"Tali'Zorah vas Neema requesting permission to drain your shields, our Hull is about to be_"
"Permission Granted! Idenna and Moreh, The Geth Cruisers shields are down, Give them hell or I'm through!".
"What Geth cruisers? The only thing I see is salvagables!"
"Shut it bosh'tet, More shooting, less bullshitting!"
"I'm pulling back, The Neema can't take much of this... Oh Keelah.".
"Is that what I think it is?!".
"It's the Dosh'Shun. Those bastards salvaged the Alma Dosh'Shun!"
"This is Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma. All ships prepare for immediate Sector Jump!".
"Keelah'Selai!".
The Migrant Fleet bugged out. All the thousands of ships just disappeared into nothing. Everything around them turned into a blurred, thin strips of light. For several moments this was all that visible to the people of the Migrant Fleet and then. It all cleared up. The thin strips became little balls, stars several million light years away or less. The Migrant Fleet had survived a Geth ambush, They were safe. For now... They were in Deutchlieg territory. The Migrant Fleet had an encounter with them a while back. No shots were fired but they weren't supposed to enter their territory ever since. The Flotilla's ships were damaged, some almost destroyed. They needed to be repaired quickly. The Fleet was in no shape for combat despite their numbers.
"This is Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma, requesting all Admirals to report to the Alma Survivor at once... We need to discuss our current situation.".
OOC Notes
Location: Zyrenia: Western Heartlands: Mining Village of Chrusky
Reason: Quell uprising
High Priority Targets (HPTs): Juria H'Ran - According to our intel, he is the mastermind behind the uprising. Take him out.
Soldiers: Riot Militia, Vickran's Elite, and the Vickran himself.
Vickran Grein Shawne (Shaw-neigh) stroked his mustache for a second as he watched the armed Resistors attack his Riot Militia with such skill and excellence. One of his Elites stepped forward silently and whispered into Shawne's ear, "Should we step in before our Militia here is depleted?" Shawne thought about it for a second, ceased stroking his mustache and shook his head. "Allow me to attempt to fix this." He pulled out his communicator and as he spoke into it, his voice echoed throughout the valley from scattered VCs. "Attention Resistors!" His voice was calm and emotionless. "I am giving you one last chance. Conform or die." In response, a Resistor fired his gun up into the air in rebellion. Shawne made a gesture to the gunman as one of his Elites but a bullet through the Resistor's head, telling the Riot Militia to attack. The Militia pulled out their Fletchettes and fired at the Resistor infested buildings, quickly slaughtering almost every Resistor there.
An engine rumble is heard, then a SAV (Squad Assault Vehicle) quickly drives out of the furthest right building's side, unleashing holy hell upon the Riot Militia. The Militia holds strong, but is quickly decimated before the vehicle's gunman is shot, along with the driver. The passenger quickly gets out and starts running until a Riot Militiaman tackles him. Shawne walks down to the HPT and grins. "So you're Mr. H'Ran, correct?" Shawne says with a sadistic smile. The HPT grunts and replies, "My Zyrenian name means nothing to me, seeing as you've brainwashed the people and destroyed the planet!" "My, my, you're a lively one, aren't you?" Shawne says. He pulls out his handgun and puts a bullet into the HPT's head and walks away. "Clean up this place and get the miners back to work! This must never be talked about again, all right?" He commences walking until he reaches his Chopper. He steps in as it takes off and heads towards the capital, New Zyrenia.
Reason: Quell uprising
High Priority Targets (HPTs): Juria H'Ran - According to our intel, he is the mastermind behind the uprising. Take him out.
Soldiers: Riot Militia, Vickran's Elite, and the Vickran himself.
Vickran Grein Shawne (Shaw-neigh) stroked his mustache for a second as he watched the armed Resistors attack his Riot Militia with such skill and excellence. One of his Elites stepped forward silently and whispered into Shawne's ear, "Should we step in before our Militia here is depleted?" Shawne thought about it for a second, ceased stroking his mustache and shook his head. "Allow me to attempt to fix this." He pulled out his communicator and as he spoke into it, his voice echoed throughout the valley from scattered VCs. "Attention Resistors!" His voice was calm and emotionless. "I am giving you one last chance. Conform or die." In response, a Resistor fired his gun up into the air in rebellion. Shawne made a gesture to the gunman as one of his Elites but a bullet through the Resistor's head, telling the Riot Militia to attack. The Militia pulled out their Fletchettes and fired at the Resistor infested buildings, quickly slaughtering almost every Resistor there.
An engine rumble is heard, then a SAV (Squad Assault Vehicle) quickly drives out of the furthest right building's side, unleashing holy hell upon the Riot Militia. The Militia holds strong, but is quickly decimated before the vehicle's gunman is shot, along with the driver. The passenger quickly gets out and starts running until a Riot Militiaman tackles him. Shawne walks down to the HPT and grins. "So you're Mr. H'Ran, correct?" Shawne says with a sadistic smile. The HPT grunts and replies, "My Zyrenian name means nothing to me, seeing as you've brainwashed the people and destroyed the planet!" "My, my, you're a lively one, aren't you?" Shawne says. He pulls out his handgun and puts a bullet into the HPT's head and walks away. "Clean up this place and get the miners back to work! This must never be talked about again, all right?" He commences walking until he reaches his Chopper. He steps in as it takes off and heads towards the capital, New Zyrenia.
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of system 004, local time 4:22 PM
Captain Jason nodded at the message he had received and then turned and approached the shuttle that would take him and the other representatives down to the planet. He was still feeling uncertain about the Eversor that had accompanied them, though the Pope's orders were the Pope's orders and those who defied the Pope was doomed to not live long enough to regret it.
The space shuttle left the Arm of Deutchlieg and entered Vorn 3's atmosphere. The ride itself was silent and 'bumpy' though the landing was somewhat manageable. The Eversor, mad as he was, hadn't put on his safety belts and thus flew through the air and hit the top of the shuttle as the vessel's speed slowed drastically. As the doors finally opened, it was the Eversor that left the shuttle; showing no signs of pain as it walked out.
The others followed the Eversor; Dan Coup, Markus van Bilson and Jason all wore a close-to traditional military uniform. Dan and Jason both had the typical gray trench coat on with a variety of medals for both display and a few of real courage as the average Deutch didn't live longer than 70 Deutch years, which had could be converted into 35 "terran" years, but then again...The high rate of pollution and radioactivity, it was no wonder they lived short lives without any form of chemical, or mechanical, help.
Battle-Commissar Major Markus wore a leather version of the trench coat, and although he didn't have any medals, the cap that he wore had a skull with wings on it and it symbolized authority. Plain and simple authority, and the he had a sword by his side to show that he was also a commander.
Every representative wore gas masks as the atmosphere wasn't the kind that the Deutch could live in. As a matter of fact, they had been used to the polluted air for so long that their lungs refused any other form of gas. The effect if they breathed 'normal' oxygen would be that they would quickly get ill, down with strong fever and their brains would find it impossible to function. They wouldn't die, but they would be incapable of working, thinking, and if exposed to it for too long, they would not be able to talk.
Behind the four representatives, the eight soldiers stood in a two by four row. Armed with gun powdered weapons and with no fancy displays, save for their gloomy uniform, they waited patiently for something, or someone, to come.
Battle-Commissar Major Markus, turned his attention from where everyone was expecting the host to arrive from and looked to the side, observing the city that they were in and at the different vessels that were present, "I doubt this specie is as...Less developed as we thought it to be. Could be another galactic empire." he suggested.
"Could be. Either way, we're here to create trade agreements, and possibly exchange technological information. We could use better weapons than gun powder," Dan Coup reminded the Battle-Commissar, who returned the reply with a shrug.
"They shall embrace the Cultus Mechanicus. Or suffer. The consequences." The Eversor said with its robotic tone.
"Like that will ever happen," Jason thought, not daring to enrage the psycho.
Outskirts of the Maranian System ; Planet Maranian II[center]
"Whoot?!" the governor roared as he was given the sighting report, "Daz migrant feet es outzide our zector?! Nein, nein, nein, call for daz fleet, tell 'em to get the hellz out of daz zystem!"
The general bowed and turned to give the orders, and within the following two hours five Titanicus Metallicus had been mobilized and send off to meet the Migrant Fleet with orders to tell the Migrant feet to stay clear of the Deutchlieg space territory.
A quick note was send to Chairman Leo, who, against the wishes of the governor of Maranian II, thought that they could be potentially manipulated, used as possible mercenaries with the exchange of goods and raw materials. A possibility, though Leo would never give them anything near oil in exchange for their guns. They weren't worth that much.
[center]three hours later
"Whoot?!" the governor roared as he was given the sighting report, "Daz migrant feet es outzide our zector?! Nein, nein, nein, call for daz fleet, tell 'em to get the hellz out of daz zystem!"
The general bowed and turned to give the orders, and within the following two hours five Titanicus Metallicus had been mobilized and send off to meet the Migrant Fleet with orders to tell the Migrant feet to stay clear of the Deutchlieg space territory.
A quick note was send to Chairman Leo, who, against the wishes of the governor of Maranian II, thought that they could be potentially manipulated, used as possible mercenaries with the exchange of goods and raw materials. A possibility, though Leo would never give them anything near oil in exchange for their guns. They weren't worth that much.
[center]three hours later
Reality twisted and swirled, and then it was finally ripped apart and the fine Titanicus Metallicus came out of Warp Jump. Massively outnumbered by the Migrant fleet, who was no more than a few hundred kilometers away.
The captain of the fleet, Captain Steimer, ordered a message to be send.
From: Captain Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg
To: Migrant Fleet Leader
Topic: Territorial Claims
Message:
Migrant fleet, listen carefully. The Republic of Deutchlieg have been merciful and decided, against the strong will of much bureaucratic pressure, to allow you to stay near, however cross our space territory and the Republic will take the neccersary needs to throw you out.
You are not the most favored, but our leaders are merciful and believes in second-chances. If you wish to trade inform the nearest governor first, and inform him/her one hour before you enter our space, than we can make sure that there will be someone to escort you.
Have a nice day.
With the message send, Captain Steimer ordered the fleet to go further away from the Migrant fleet, allowing them some space, and getting back within the 'safety' of their own space territory.
"Sir, according to the scanners, the majority of their combat ships are not in top shape. We could attack them and have a major advantage."
"Tempting as that is, it isn't our orders. Remember...Chairman Leo ordered this, refuse...Well...I hope you know someone inside the Commissar organization, for you will meet them soon enough," Captain Steimer replied grimly.
OOC Notes
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>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 03789 [user: Rakkkjsis, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 19.928368670527ST4)][location: In transit from ZACS space][date sent: KKLSAIDHO49]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified flagship) 00111 [user: Haldoverikkk, House of Commerce, Chancellor (id: 68.948338170725HC1)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLSIDJKL42]
Report on the Kolbah-Llack (literal: Those Who Are Similar To Us) of sector 456-897-098, official name: 'Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists' by your request.
This one accompanied the trading mission of the House of Commerce to one of the planets claimed by the Alliance. A complete analysis of their local society was carried out to the best of our abilities and confirmed all previous reports (see attachment for the previous research). All public traffic of information was monitored and recorded during Llackca stay and will be fully analyzed at a later date. This first report will serve to convey the general impression this one has and to give the requested advice on future trading relations.
The Kolbah-Llack have a relatively small circle of influence but conduct their business quite efficiently within it. During Llackca stay, no crewmembers had to leave the ships. No communications took place in person and all were civil. From the observed communications that this one has had the chance to study, this one concludes that there was some minor power struggle taking place. From the previous records, it could be concluded that this is a common occurrence but longer periods of observation are needed to support that theory. Either way, there is no reason to assume these conflicts will endanger Llackca.
The Kolbah-Llack have no religion to speak of. This doesn’t seem be a cause of strife among them and, like the Llackca, motivates them to follow a path of science and progress. Their dedication to their leader, Vickran, approaches zeal in some aspects but also seems to reinforce their resolve. (Thought: Related to the concept of morale?)
The society of the Kolbah-Llack seems peaceful on the whole and produces capable individuals who are willing to make sacrifices. Their government is stable and effective, with an emphasis on efficiency and equality, which is promising. However, if the civilians continue to prove restless they may, in due time, grow to become a threat. It does not seem likely that will happen until the next evaluation though.
Technologically, they are superior in the fields of nanotechnology and mental conditioning. For now, they appear unwilling to trade their knowledge. The natural resources in their sphere of influence are of the standard quantities (see attachment for estimates). They are willing to trade at acceptable rates.
In conclusion, it is this one’s opinion that the Kolbah-Lack will continue to be good trading partners if it is decided to continue trading with them. In their class, they are the closest to us in their way of thinking. With the rapid growth of large religious civilizations and the Okrus-Nalll (literal: Those Without Speech or Reason), that is important to remember.
End of report. Attached files: 3.
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>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 03789 [user: Rakkkjsis, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 19.928368670527ST4)][location: In transit from ZACS space][date sent: KKLSAIDHO49]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified flagship) 00111 [user: Haldoverikkk, House of Commerce, Chancellor (id: 68.948338170725HC1)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLSIDJKL42]
Report on the Kolbah-Llack (literal: Those Who Are Similar To Us) of sector 456-897-098, official name: 'Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists' by your request.
This one accompanied the trading mission of the House of Commerce to one of the planets claimed by the Alliance. A complete analysis of their local society was carried out to the best of our abilities and confirmed all previous reports (see attachment for the previous research). All public traffic of information was monitored and recorded during Llackca stay and will be fully analyzed at a later date. This first report will serve to convey the general impression this one has and to give the requested advice on future trading relations.
The Kolbah-Llack have a relatively small circle of influence but conduct their business quite efficiently within it. During Llackca stay, no crewmembers had to leave the ships. No communications took place in person and all were civil. From the observed communications that this one has had the chance to study, this one concludes that there was some minor power struggle taking place. From the previous records, it could be concluded that this is a common occurrence but longer periods of observation are needed to support that theory. Either way, there is no reason to assume these conflicts will endanger Llackca.
The Kolbah-Llack have no religion to speak of. This doesn’t seem be a cause of strife among them and, like the Llackca, motivates them to follow a path of science and progress. Their dedication to their leader, Vickran, approaches zeal in some aspects but also seems to reinforce their resolve. (Thought: Related to the concept of morale?)
The society of the Kolbah-Llack seems peaceful on the whole and produces capable individuals who are willing to make sacrifices. Their government is stable and effective, with an emphasis on efficiency and equality, which is promising. However, if the civilians continue to prove restless they may, in due time, grow to become a threat. It does not seem likely that will happen until the next evaluation though.
Technologically, they are superior in the fields of nanotechnology and mental conditioning. For now, they appear unwilling to trade their knowledge. The natural resources in their sphere of influence are of the standard quantities (see attachment for estimates). They are willing to trade at acceptable rates.
In conclusion, it is this one’s opinion that the Kolbah-Lack will continue to be good trading partners if it is decided to continue trading with them. In their class, they are the closest to us in their way of thinking. With the rapid growth of large religious civilizations and the Okrus-Nalll (literal: Those Without Speech or Reason), that is important to remember.
End of report. Attached files: 3.
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OOC Notes
From: Captain Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg
To: Migrant Fleet Leader
Topic: Territorial Claims
Message:
Migrant fleet, listen carefully. The Republic of Deutchlieg have been merciful and decided, against the strong will of much bureaucratic pressure, to allow you to stay near, however cross our space territory and the Republic will take the neccersary needs to throw you out.
You are not the most favored, but our leaders are merciful and believes in second-chances. If you wish to trade inform the nearest governor first, and inform him/her one hour before you enter our space, than we can make sure that there will be someone to escort you.
Have a nice day.
"300 credits those bastards are thinking about attacking us, Damn Deutchlieg!.", Shouted Admiral Gazu. It was clear that he was angry. They were just tricked, attacked, and forced to run away with their tails between their legs. Now these bastards were telling them to get out? Unbelievable.
"Fortunate they are that the Fleet is in such disarray or I'd have the Moreh peel the metal of their ship.".
Admiral Kal-Shal vas Alma shook his head in disagreement. "No what you'd do is give us alot of civilian casualties and another enemy to fight. What we need right now is to repair our ships before the Geth decide to make another unexpected appearance.". Many of the Admirals present agreed. Admiral Gazu kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut. You couldn't see past the mask and visor that covered his face but you could tell that he was not pleased with the fact he couldn't punish the Deutchlieg for being such Bosh'tets.
The doors slid open and then stopped mid-way. The lighting was very dim, the ship's power was distributed to the shields and guns in case the geth showed themselves, and it was hard to see whom it was. The silhouette stood there for a little bit, waiting for the door to open up but it didn't. So instead it slid right in through the small opening and approached the poorly light Admiral meeting room. It was a simple room. Just some chairs spread around a circular table. "It's about time you showed up.", someone said. "Tali'Zorah vas Neema is always late.", added another lesser Admiral.
"I apologize. The Neema's shields were malfunctioning, they weren't recharging. I got fixed though, it is no longer a problem. Now about the Deutchlieg... Tell them what happened and see if you can't make a deal with them. We're might need some extra materials to patch up these ships.".
Admiral Kal'Shal sighed. "It's worth a shot. Any have anything to say against her suggestion?". He looked around and saw no objections. Admiral Gazu waved him off. "Alright we'll send them a message. Don't be surprised if I stretch out the truth.".
From: Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma
To: Captian Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg.
Topic: Requesting Assistance.
Captian, if you could be so kind as ask the nearest Deutchlieg Govenor to open trade with us, we'd appreciate it. As you have no doubt noticed our fleet isn't as pretty as it used to be. We were ambushed by Geth Ships that we believe were heading to your territory. They were too much for us and we had to make an emergency sector jump. We do not know if the Geth can trace us to this location and so for your sake and our own we need materials to repair our ships. The quicker we can get fixed up the better.
I suggest you make haste and don't try anything funny. The Alma Survivor is still fully operational...
"Admiral Gazu... Tell Captain Mek'Reegar vas Alma to be ready for anything.".
To: Migrant Fleet Leader
Topic: Territorial Claims
Message:
Migrant fleet, listen carefully. The Republic of Deutchlieg have been merciful and decided, against the strong will of much bureaucratic pressure, to allow you to stay near, however cross our space territory and the Republic will take the neccersary needs to throw you out.
You are not the most favored, but our leaders are merciful and believes in second-chances. If you wish to trade inform the nearest governor first, and inform him/her one hour before you enter our space, than we can make sure that there will be someone to escort you.
Have a nice day.
"300 credits those bastards are thinking about attacking us, Damn Deutchlieg!.", Shouted Admiral Gazu. It was clear that he was angry. They were just tricked, attacked, and forced to run away with their tails between their legs. Now these bastards were telling them to get out? Unbelievable.
"Fortunate they are that the Fleet is in such disarray or I'd have the Moreh peel the metal of their ship.".
Admiral Kal-Shal vas Alma shook his head in disagreement. "No what you'd do is give us alot of civilian casualties and another enemy to fight. What we need right now is to repair our ships before the Geth decide to make another unexpected appearance.". Many of the Admirals present agreed. Admiral Gazu kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut. You couldn't see past the mask and visor that covered his face but you could tell that he was not pleased with the fact he couldn't punish the Deutchlieg for being such Bosh'tets.
The doors slid open and then stopped mid-way. The lighting was very dim, the ship's power was distributed to the shields and guns in case the geth showed themselves, and it was hard to see whom it was. The silhouette stood there for a little bit, waiting for the door to open up but it didn't. So instead it slid right in through the small opening and approached the poorly light Admiral meeting room. It was a simple room. Just some chairs spread around a circular table. "It's about time you showed up.", someone said. "Tali'Zorah vas Neema is always late.", added another lesser Admiral.
"I apologize. The Neema's shields were malfunctioning, they weren't recharging. I got fixed though, it is no longer a problem. Now about the Deutchlieg... Tell them what happened and see if you can't make a deal with them. We're might need some extra materials to patch up these ships.".
Admiral Kal'Shal sighed. "It's worth a shot. Any have anything to say against her suggestion?". He looked around and saw no objections. Admiral Gazu waved him off. "Alright we'll send them a message. Don't be surprised if I stretch out the truth.".
From: Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma
To: Captian Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg.
Topic: Requesting Assistance.
Captian, if you could be so kind as ask the nearest Deutchlieg Govenor to open trade with us, we'd appreciate it. As you have no doubt noticed our fleet isn't as pretty as it used to be. We were ambushed by Geth Ships that we believe were heading to your territory. They were too much for us and we had to make an emergency sector jump. We do not know if the Geth can trace us to this location and so for your sake and our own we need materials to repair our ships. The quicker we can get fixed up the better.
I suggest you make haste and don't try anything funny. The Alma Survivor is still fully operational...
"Admiral Gazu... Tell Captain Mek'Reegar vas Alma to be ready for anything.".
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of system 004, local time 4:25 PM
Watching from the terminal it appeared to sergeant Fulgrim that the xenos had landed, they were rather strange being humanoid in appearance, but he was unsure due to the gas mask covering their faces if they appeared human. The large Black Templar was content that the Theologian sought it necessary to remove the civilians from the square, as they would be... ill disposed to allow xenos to walk amongst them. There was nothing the Tartarians hated more than foul Xenos. He hoped this show of power would end quickly as the foul Orks needed to be stopped, they where nearing a major city, and the Holy Troopers were being hard pressed to resist the foul green skins. Leaning forward he laid his gauntlet on the access pad, and the huge hanger doors slid open.
From the darkness of the hanger stepped out the squad of Black Templars, the huge 8 feet black behemoths moved with soft steps and fluid movement despite the harsh and scarred black armor that looked and did weigh a ton. The full squad of Ten Templar had their Bolters held in a easy rest position, and their red glass seeming to glare out from the helmet. Fulgrim kept his Plasma gun pointed down the blue aura and crackling energy could be heard, and stopping a little off the group he gazed at the Xenos, and spoke with a deep filtered voice "Welcome to Vorn 3, the Theologian will see you. Follow us" The squad than broke up with one large Templar walking behind, 4 flanking on each side and the sergeant himself standing in front. Before they began to leave the Sergeant spoke "If you show hostilities you will be shot, so I suggest leaving behind any of your group that will cause problems, If you show hostile behavior than not even the Great Tyrael will protect you." Turning back to the front, the Sergeant headed out not looking back
The Hangers were open, and so were the large doors on the other side, although the Xenos could not see it was a huge assembly. Thousands of Holy Troopers stood in the large forum, the giant body of soldiers were split in two, creating a large aisle for the xenos to walk through. The Holy Troopers were in position, with their lasguns butt first on the ground, and the men/women had a firm grip on the top of the gun. Their free left hand was parallel with their body. Their green camouflaged flak armor, and helmets created a sea of green, and their faces were blank and the knowledge that if they allowed a a hint of their disgust to show they would be punished... severely helped keep them that way.. The great aisle lead to the great steps of the Cathedral of Vorn 3, were the Theologian Sigmund and General Angella awaited their new arrivals.
Planet Vorn 3 of system 004, local time 4:25 PM: Battlefield 243
Lieutenant Sims looked over the dirt trench at the rushing wave of greenskins, their gruesome husks protruding from their toothy maws. They were still out of range, so he turned his head to look down the blood soaked trenches. His Company... 2nd company, 3rd battalion, 4312 Vorn regiment. They had been assigned this hill with no fire support or armor support. Half his company still stood around 80 men, the other half lay strewn across the trenches, bullet holes for the lucky ones... and the unlucky ones were in pieces, the savage ork choppas slicing through flak armor and human flesh... they wernt clean cuts more of a dull blade wielded with pure force to slice, leaving shattered bones and even more splattered blood lining the walls. Looking down, he knew it had rained earlier but truthfully he wasn't sure if they liquid was more water than blood anymore.
Glancing up he spotted the orks... 100 yards away from optical range. Of course the Tartarians weren't the only dead, there as far more ork bodies strung across the battle field... honestly to many to count. Piled in some places almost five feet, the fighting had been intense and lasting almost 2 weeks non-stop. The food rations were gone, the energy packs that fueled their lasguns were extremely low... it appears they would be fighting with bayonets again. Looking to one of his sergeants he saw only faith, duty, and determination in the grizzled veterans eyes. The Orks had come with 500 yards... climbing over their comrades bodies, the carnage left by war only increasing their bloodthirst.
Lieutenant Sims nodded.. it was time, "Troopers! Fire at Will. Lord Tyrael is watching, so die with honor!" A cheer went out amongst the company, as this crushing fate only increased their religious fury. The company leveled their lasguns and opened fire, the sound of ionizing air filled the air as the bright light beams left the ends of the lasguns. The lasbolts struck ork flesh, burning clean through but no matter the damage many orks contiuned their charge, with some returning fire. Orks however are not know for their accuracy shown by most of their bullets hitting far from mark, but sheer statistics worked against the troopers as occasionally a bullet struck a trooper dropping them. Many Orks fell but they were soon replaced by even more of the giant green monstrosities.
Lieutenant Sims, contiuned his frenzied firing trying to drop as many as he could.. until the dreaded sound came to his ears of the silent zips... the lasgun was empty and they had no more battery packs. Closing his eyes, the lieutenant dropped the lasgun, and pulled his knife and laspistol. He had just enough time to look up to see a large green body drop down the trench on him, rolling away. Sims brought his pistol up, but the ork was faster, swinging his choppa down cutting Sims down his chest easily piercing the Flak armor. Blood splurged out and down his armor, but running on adrenaline he aimed the gun and sent a bolt through the savage orks eye killing the dumb brute instantly.
The blood loss was far too much, and Sims felt his consciousness leave him as he slowly fell to the ground. He watched in disgust as the savage orks overran them.. hacking... hacking... and hacking away at the troopers, even the dead had no quarters. Sims almost puked at the sight of some orks even feeding on the dead humans... but his eye lids were heavy, and as they fall he saw a light in the sky... stretching his hands out he gave one last cry "Long Live the Glory of Tyrael"
OOC Notes
Location: New Zyrenia
Reason: Urgent call
HPTs: N/A
Soldiers: City Guards
Shawne sighed as the Chopper landed on his helipad. He steps off, salutes his pilot, then walks to the stair accessway on the roof, two of his Elites following behind. He walks down several flights of stairs and then opens a door about halfway down. He steps into the hallway and surveys the door in front of him. He steps close and looks up at the camera monitor. He grins as the door clicks open.
His workplace was large, holding everything he needed. Maps of the planet, maps of the city, computers for technical necessities, and a large desk by a one-way mirror, overlooking New Zyrenia. He looks out the mirror and then returns to his computers, where a humble looking technical worker is sitting. He clumsily stands up and salutes the Vickran. Shawne waves away the salute with a smile. "So what do you have for me, Vice?" The worker known as Vice replies, "Well, sir, we have an intercepted transmission about our planet - probably spy work - and a ship near the atmosphere." Shawne nods and asks about the transmission. "Well. Here it is."
Shawne frowns at the message. "So spying, but for conventional purposes." He nods then inquires about the ship. "The transmission we intercepted came from a ship near our atmosphere. Its origins are unknown, but we intend to find out." Vice gestures to the back of the room, where several armed soldiers are standing, unnoticed from before. "These are your escorts to the ship, sir. I wish you good luck." Shawne grinned, saluted Vice, then followed his escorts to his OARS. He enters the OARS as it begins to fly towards the nearby alien ship.
Reason: Urgent call
HPTs: N/A
Soldiers: City Guards
Shawne sighed as the Chopper landed on his helipad. He steps off, salutes his pilot, then walks to the stair accessway on the roof, two of his Elites following behind. He walks down several flights of stairs and then opens a door about halfway down. He steps into the hallway and surveys the door in front of him. He steps close and looks up at the camera monitor. He grins as the door clicks open.
His workplace was large, holding everything he needed. Maps of the planet, maps of the city, computers for technical necessities, and a large desk by a one-way mirror, overlooking New Zyrenia. He looks out the mirror and then returns to his computers, where a humble looking technical worker is sitting. He clumsily stands up and salutes the Vickran. Shawne waves away the salute with a smile. "So what do you have for me, Vice?" The worker known as Vice replies, "Well, sir, we have an intercepted transmission about our planet - probably spy work - and a ship near the atmosphere." Shawne nods and asks about the transmission. "Well. Here it is."
Report on the Kolbah-Llack (literal: Those Who Are Similar To Us) of sector 456-897-098, official name: 'Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists' by your request.
This one accompanied the trading mission of the House of Commerce to one of the planets claimed by the Alliance. A complete analysis of their local society was carried out to the best of our abilities and confirmed all previous reports (see attachment for the previous research). All public traffic of information was monitored and recorded during Llackca stay and will be fully analyzed at a later date. This first report will serve to convey the general impression this one has and to give the requested advice on future trading relations.
The Kolbah-Llack have a relatively small circle of influence but conduct their business quite efficiently within it. During Llackca stay, no crewmembers had to leave the ships. No communications took place in person and all were civil. From the observed communications that this one has had the chance to study, this one concludes that there was some minor power struggle taking place. From the previous records, it could be concluded that this is a common occurrence but longer periods of observation are needed to support that theory. Either way, there is no reason to assume these conflicts will endanger Llackca.
The Kolbah-Llack have no religion to speak of. This doesn’t seem be a cause of strife among them and, like the Llackca, motivates them to follow a path of science and progress. Their dedication to their leader, Vickran, approaches zeal in some aspects but also seems to reinforce their resolve. (Thought: Related to the concept of morale?)
The society of the Kolbah-Llack seems peaceful on the whole and produces capable individuals who are willing to make sacrifices. Their government is stable and effective, with an emphasis on efficiency and equality, which is promising. However, if the civilians continue to prove restless they may, in due time, grow to become a threat. It does not seem likely that will happen until the next evaluation though.
Technologically, they are superior in the fields of nanotechnology and mental conditioning. For now, they appear unwilling to trade their knowledge. The natural resources in their sphere of influence are of the standard quantities (see attachment for estimates). They are willing to trade at acceptable rates.
In conclusion, it is this one’s opinion that the Kolbah-Lack will continue to be good trading partners if it is decided to continue trading with them. In their class, they are the closest to us in their way of thinking. With the rapid growth of large religious civilizations and the Okrus-Nalll (literal: Those Without Speech or Reason), that is important to remember.
Shawne frowns at the message. "So spying, but for conventional purposes." He nods then inquires about the ship. "The transmission we intercepted came from a ship near our atmosphere. Its origins are unknown, but we intend to find out." Vice gestures to the back of the room, where several armed soldiers are standing, unnoticed from before. "These are your escorts to the ship, sir. I wish you good luck." Shawne grinned, saluted Vice, then followed his escorts to his OARS. He enters the OARS as it begins to fly towards the nearby alien ship.
OOC Notes
GTU(modified scientific) 03789 was just about to leave the system completely when the sensors indicated a small fleet of the standard ZACS warships was about to depart into their direction. Captain Rakkkjsis, House Brother of the House of Science and Technology, immediately sent the information over to the accompanying trade ship which was also about to leave with its new cargo.
\OPENING CHANNEL\>
03789[User: Rakkkjsis]: Requesting a consult.
05941[User: Htabfso]: This one has received your data. Request accepted.
Rakkkjsis: This one wonders what their purposes are.
Htabfso: This one does too.
Rakkkjsis: Are there no other occurances of such a thing happening?
Htabfso: Not to this one's knowledge.
Rakkkjsis: What would you have Llackca do?
Htabfso: Their ships will catch up with us outside the system if we continue at this speed. Should they prove hostile, we will accelerate. I will contact them in the meantime.
Rakkkjsis: Agreed.
\CLOSING CHANNEL\>
Captain Htabfso, House Cousin of the House of Commerce, sat back in his chair to collect his thoughts. He had also intercepted the message to their homeplanet but didn't think that the ZACS could even detect it, let alone translate it. Perhaps he had underestimated them? During the Llackca's stay in the system all deals had been excellent and communications between them had been civil. There was no reason for these Kolbah-Llack to turn on them now. Unless of course, they wanted to seize their cargo...but surely they knew that the two transport ships could easily outrun the small fleet of warships? He would have to act carefully. If everything went well, this mission would bring his House a lot of profit and that would improve his own standing within it. These Zyrenians weren't going to mess that up. He felt the first itches of battle fever starting to stir in his head.
Htabfso looked at the message for a few seconds, silently pondering if it was correct, before running it through a translation program and transmitting it. After making sure that it was away, he continued with the preparation to make their jump like he was sure the Llackca on the other ship were doing.
\OPENING CHANNEL\>
03789[User: Rakkkjsis]: Requesting a consult.
05941[User: Htabfso]: This one has received your data. Request accepted.
Rakkkjsis: This one wonders what their purposes are.
Htabfso: This one does too.
Rakkkjsis: Are there no other occurances of such a thing happening?
Htabfso: Not to this one's knowledge.
Rakkkjsis: What would you have Llackca do?
Htabfso: Their ships will catch up with us outside the system if we continue at this speed. Should they prove hostile, we will accelerate. I will contact them in the meantime.
Rakkkjsis: Agreed.
\CLOSING CHANNEL\>
Captain Htabfso, House Cousin of the House of Commerce, sat back in his chair to collect his thoughts. He had also intercepted the message to their homeplanet but didn't think that the ZACS could even detect it, let alone translate it. Perhaps he had underestimated them? During the Llackca's stay in the system all deals had been excellent and communications between them had been civil. There was no reason for these Kolbah-Llack to turn on them now. Unless of course, they wanted to seize their cargo...but surely they knew that the two transport ships could easily outrun the small fleet of warships? He would have to act carefully. If everything went well, this mission would bring his House a lot of profit and that would improve his own standing within it. These Zyrenians weren't going to mess that up. He felt the first itches of battle fever starting to stir in his head.
From: GTU 05941 [user: Htabfso, House of Commerce, House Cousin]
To: Approaching fleet
Subject: Your intentions
Message: These Llackca are on a peaceful trading mission. Our business is done. Please state your intentions.
Htabfso looked at the message for a few seconds, silently pondering if it was correct, before running it through a translation program and transmitting it. After making sure that it was away, he continued with the preparation to make their jump like he was sure the Llackca on the other ship were doing.
OOC Notes
Location: Zyrenian Atmosphere/Spacial Atmosphere
Reason: Find out about intercepted transmission.
HPTs: None so far.
Soldiers: Vickran's Elites, along with Ambassador Soldiers and OARS Guards
The flight through the atmosphere sent the passengers within the OARSs toppling over each other. Even Vickran Shawne was sent flailing upon the floor, landing on his face. As the ships enter spacial atmosphere, he stands up and dabs his upper lip. He brings his fingers to his eyes and sees blood. His eye's widen as a soldier hands Shawne a handkerchief. Shawne holds his nose with the handkerchief as the ship nears the trespassers.
As the ships near, a message appears on Vickran Shawne's control interface. He opens it and reads it aloud:
Shawne grunts at that last line. "State our intentions?" he questions out loud. "Who the hell do they think we are? Some type of child system? Well, let's see if these xenos have a F-F speaking system. Rhuin!" A soldier quickly approaches and salutes. "Rhuin! I need you to set up the F-F." The soldier frowns then replies in an enthusiastic, yet docile tone. "I already set it up pre-flight, sir!" Shawne smiles and puts his hand out for a firm handshake. The soldier gleams and takes the handshake. "This," the Vickran said, "is true commitment to ZACS. This is what I want to see all of you doing! Remind me to give my comrade here his Gold-Grey Medal of Readiness." The soldier gleamed even more and continued to thank Shawne. Shawne smiled his signature smile then returned to his desk. A computer image pops up, waiting for a response from the xenos.
Reason: Find out about intercepted transmission.
HPTs: None so far.
Soldiers: Vickran's Elites, along with Ambassador Soldiers and OARS Guards
The flight through the atmosphere sent the passengers within the OARSs toppling over each other. Even Vickran Shawne was sent flailing upon the floor, landing on his face. As the ships enter spacial atmosphere, he stands up and dabs his upper lip. He brings his fingers to his eyes and sees blood. His eye's widen as a soldier hands Shawne a handkerchief. Shawne holds his nose with the handkerchief as the ship nears the trespassers.
As the ships near, a message appears on Vickran Shawne's control interface. He opens it and reads it aloud:
From: GTU 05941 [user: Htabfso, House of Commerce, House Cousin]
To: Approaching fleet
Subject: Your intentions
Message: These Llackca are on a peaceful trading mission. Our business is done. Please state your intentions.
Shawne grunts at that last line. "State our intentions?" he questions out loud. "Who the hell do they think we are? Some type of child system? Well, let's see if these xenos have a F-F speaking system. Rhuin!" A soldier quickly approaches and salutes. "Rhuin! I need you to set up the F-F." The soldier frowns then replies in an enthusiastic, yet docile tone. "I already set it up pre-flight, sir!" Shawne smiles and puts his hand out for a firm handshake. The soldier gleams and takes the handshake. "This," the Vickran said, "is true commitment to ZACS. This is what I want to see all of you doing! Remind me to give my comrade here his Gold-Grey Medal of Readiness." The soldier gleamed even more and continued to thank Shawne. Shawne smiled his signature smile then returned to his desk. A computer image pops up, waiting for a response from the xenos.
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of system 004, local time 4:30 PM
All the Deutch looked with surprise, though their facial expressions was hidden behind their gas masks. None of the representatives had expected to see beings that were so massive, literally, towering above them and each one of the Black Templars must have been twice as wide as a Deutch. Jason was fascinated with how they could produce such giants, and alone equips them. If that is their military units, then I dare not think of the size of their war machines, Jason thought darkly as he continued to look at the Black Templars.
Almost not hearing what the Black Templars had said, Jason quickly nodded, turned to the soldiers behind him and shook his head and then followed while the soldiers remained at the shuttle. He looked at the other representatives, and found that Dan, like Jason, was amazed by the sheer appearance. Jason knew how to read body language of the Deutch people, as their gas masks often hindered such displays. Markus, on the other hand, didn't seem impressed; he was more surprised of the appearance of such massive creatures, though he had recovered from the shock and was now watching them carefully. The Eversor...Well...He hadn't said a single word, which was good, though he must have registered them as being nothing more but simple robots, who knew.
As the representatives walked through the line of thousands of Holy Troopers, the Battle-Commissar stopped to quickly look at one of the guards and then nodded and approval, not necessarily to the guard, more like an approval of the show of propaganda that they were being exposed to.
They walked up the stairs in the cathedral. The Deutch didn't have any forms of temples or religious sites for the Cultus Mechanicus; what they considered to be a 'temple' was a factory, thus, none of the Deutch took off their hats when they had entered the cathedral.
The sound of the metal booths clacking against the floor was heard loudly, combined with the mechanical movement and turning of wheels and hydraulics from the Eversor.
As the four representatives stood before the Theologian Sigmund and General Angella, they stopped. The Deutch representatives were smaller than the Theologian and the General by a hole head. Jason, Dan and Markus clacked their heels together, and saluted, hitting their chest with a fist and then placing the fist in front of them, "Greetings," they said as one. Their voices were audible through their gasmasks.
The Eversor did the same, though instead of saying 'greetings' he said, "Hail the Ghost of the Machine!"
"Greetings, I am Captain Jason Kruppert, the leader of this political expedition," Jason said first, introducing himself, "The Republic of Deutchlieg is seeking more trade and political partners. Thus we have representatives from the different sectors of our society. Battle-Commissar Markus van Bilson,- Jason motioned to Markus who gave a bow of respect-"He represents the people. Lieutenant Dan Coup and I represent the army, while-" Jason looked with hidden uncertainty at the Eversor, and hesitated for a moment before he continued-"This...Eversor, a Champion of our Pope, represents our religion. I understand that there may not appear to be a lot of religion involved in this, however...The Republic of Deutchlieg would like that even our religious ethnics will be satisfied with the political agreements."
Jason made sure that he did not give away the fact that the Cultus Mechincus controlled the majority of the factories within the Republic, and they also had a large number of supporters which would mean that civil war would erupt if the government and the Cultus Mechanicus would dispute about anything.
"The Republic of Deutchlieg is a heavy industry galactic nation. We produce goods in all sizes, from space crafts, to smaller productions, such as tins cans or whatever is in trade. While our government isn't as interested in money, they find fuel products, such as oil or other similar fuels, more valuable," Battle-Commissar Markus said.
"Military wise, we are ready to provide aid, and participate in protecting cargo to and from both nations; our government is very generous and often gives bonuses to agreeable and cooperative partners, who has seen the better for both parties. Technologically wise, the republic are ready to share certain information with other galactic nations, however such negotiations are often dealt with our generals," Dan said, and Jason nodded.
"The Cultus Mechanicus is a belief that there is a spirit, a ghost, within every machine. Thus the worshippers of the Ghost of the Machine pleases our Lord through maintaining his children, in return, he protects us from the Apocalypse, and guarantees us that none of his children shall fail us. The Pope, and his Magos are highly skilled engineers whom all are capable of built never-seen before machines. While the Cultus Mechanicus does not interfere with politics, it too is interested to find possible research partners. If you would be interested in pleasing the Ghost of the Machine," the Eversor said enthusiastically; his voice said while his robotic arms moved with passion.
The four men then stood and awaited the response of the two men in front of them.
Outskirts of the Maranian System ; Planet Maranian II
Captain Steimer looked at the message that he had retrieved from the Migrant Fleet and frowned, "What is wrong with these nomads. Can't they do anything themselves?"
"It appears so, captain. We have to wipe, and change their diapers as well. Didn't you read the 'P.S'?"
"Defend them one more time, and you'll find yourself closer to the engines than you'd find comfortable," Steimer threatened, and then sighed heavily before he picked up the phone and called the governor of Maranian IV, a factory planet with a high level of Cultus Mechanicus believers; explaining the situation he convinced the governor that it was worthwhile.
He then typed the next message.
From: Captain Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg
To: Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma
Subject: RE: Requesting Assistance
Message:
Very well, Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma, the governor of Maranian IV has agreed to open up the planet's engineers, mechanics, and its materials to fix your ships. Your ships will be escorted there, by myself. I trust that your fleet will not get any ideas while passing through Deutchlieg Space Territory, or the Navy of Pride shall be called in.
Also, I would suggest that you hand out gasmasks for your people. The Deutch breathe in carbon dioxide, not oxygen, so if there are any leakages in your air system, I suggest that you either repair that or have gas masks dealt out.
With that written Steimer send the message and then ordered the ships to prepare to escort the massive fleet through the Deutchlieg territory to Maranian IV where they were expected.
OOC Notes
Htabfso made the Llackca equivalent of a grunt when he saw what the fleet was sending back. Why did they always want a direct link?! Sending messages back and forth left more time to deal with other things and, from experience, he knew that aliens were never comforted by hearing the robotic voice that the translator produced. Somehow, nobody had never managed to improve it to acceptable levels.
The Captain reluctantly activated the appropriate systems. While he was doing that, he typed and sent a message to the other ship to inform them of what he was about to do. No doubt the scientists were eagerly observing this interaction. It was what they did after all. His only concern was getting the cargo back home though. Perhaps it would help them construct an effective translator though.
"1,2,3 test." He said into a microphone which was embedded in his terminal. The program spoke back in the loud, guttural speech of the ZACS. One of the other two traders on the dark bridge looked up from his screen for a moment to see what he was doing. Apparently Htabfso was distracting him.
One of his alien contacts had once described the Llackca speech as quiet and subtle but with sudden screams and whoops that scared those who were unfamiliar with it. Htabfso always tried to keep his voice in check when speaking now but sometimes the sudden changes in pitch and volume were essential to the meaning of the words. It was a very precise and direct language with little room for emotion or politeness. The Llackca didn't need either.
He opened an audio channel with the push of a button.
"This is Htabfso, House Cousin of the House of Commerce." He said and the translating program started working on it. "This one will speak with you."
The Captain reluctantly activated the appropriate systems. While he was doing that, he typed and sent a message to the other ship to inform them of what he was about to do. No doubt the scientists were eagerly observing this interaction. It was what they did after all. His only concern was getting the cargo back home though. Perhaps it would help them construct an effective translator though.
"1,2,3 test." He said into a microphone which was embedded in his terminal. The program spoke back in the loud, guttural speech of the ZACS. One of the other two traders on the dark bridge looked up from his screen for a moment to see what he was doing. Apparently Htabfso was distracting him.
One of his alien contacts had once described the Llackca speech as quiet and subtle but with sudden screams and whoops that scared those who were unfamiliar with it. Htabfso always tried to keep his voice in check when speaking now but sometimes the sudden changes in pitch and volume were essential to the meaning of the words. It was a very precise and direct language with little room for emotion or politeness. The Llackca didn't need either.
He opened an audio channel with the push of a button.
"This is Htabfso, House Cousin of the House of Commerce." He said and the translating program started working on it. "This one will speak with you."
OOC Notes
Vickran Shawne heard the feedback and patting of the microphone on the other end. "Alright! Everyone quiet!" he shouts angrily at the soldiers and his assistants. He waves them away with an "I got it" and leans to the screen, waiting for the image. After waiting a few more seconds, nothing happens. "Damn jokesters. . ." Shawne saws with a frown, reaching for the "End Call" button, when a voice could be heard.
Comdiv Ashe Direcar (Com-Deev Ah-shey Deer-ey-sar) sits back as his cadets run through the rigorous training exercises at the Outer New Zyrenian barracks. Some were shooting helmets and masks, others were eating rations before beginning, and some others were attempting the rock climbing wall. "I love my job," Direcar says with content. His partner, Comdiv Heret D'Shain (Com-deev Here-it Du-Shay-Nuh), replies, "It's fun until something bad happens." "Well hopefully Vickran can keep us with a light enough plate that we don't need to stop this cushy gig," Direcar rebuts. Right after he says that, a light explosion can be heard. The two comrades stand up and look toward New Zyrenia, where several buildings were on fire as others were starting to crumble. "Chyort!" Direcar yells as the sirens start to go off.
Shawne grumbles and speaks into the microphone as clearly as possible, his Zyrenian accent making it difficult. "Hello? Anyone there?""This is Htabfso, House Cousin of the House of Commerce. This one will speak with you."
Comdiv Ashe Direcar (Com-Deev Ah-shey Deer-ey-sar) sits back as his cadets run through the rigorous training exercises at the Outer New Zyrenian barracks. Some were shooting helmets and masks, others were eating rations before beginning, and some others were attempting the rock climbing wall. "I love my job," Direcar says with content. His partner, Comdiv Heret D'Shain (Com-deev Here-it Du-Shay-Nuh), replies, "It's fun until something bad happens." "Well hopefully Vickran can keep us with a light enough plate that we don't need to stop this cushy gig," Direcar rebuts. Right after he says that, a light explosion can be heard. The two comrades stand up and look toward New Zyrenia, where several buildings were on fire as others were starting to crumble. "Chyort!" Direcar yells as the sirens start to go off.
OOC Notes
To:Captain Steimer of the Republic of Deutchlieg
From: Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma
Subject: Your engineers on our ships.
Alright. We won't be needing masks, trust me. Since your people are going to be on our ship, they're somethings they should know. They will be under constant supervision by our security drones, cameras, and every one man will be accompanied by two Migrant Fleet Marines. Your men will also have masks on at all times, when on our ships. The masks will be provided by our Purifier Teams who will meet them upon entry. If they remove these masks, they will be shot dead.
There are millions of civilians in The Flotilla and I will not lose a single to one to some foreign virus.
Keelah Se'lai
Admiral Kal'Shal looked at the Admirals and dismissed them with a wave. "Begin repairing internal systems and have the drones get working on the ships' exterior. Tell the captains that anything that happens during the time the Deutchlieg are on the ship will be consider the captain's fault. That is all". He wait for them to leave and then turned around and exited via the door in the opposite direction. The doors slowly opened up and he stepped through them. Now he was in the bridge.
"Captain. Broadcast.", he ordered. The Ordrian on the captains share nodding and went back to the holographic interface computer. He clicked several buttons and navigated past several screens and then gave Kal'Shal the thumbs up.
"Captains of the fleet. Follow that Deutchlieg ship. Keep an eye on your sensors and make sure that your defenses are, for the most part, exceptional. If these bastards try anything, we are bombarding their planet."
OOC Notes
"Hello? Anyone there?"
They were just a bunch of loud, meaningless sounds to Htabfso. Luckily, it wasn't that much and the translator program quickly gave him the meaning. He stared at the screen in disbelief. The othere readings on the screen clearly told him that they were connected. Then why was the person on the other side asking if he was there? Was it a greeting of some sort...or maybe a philosophical query?
"This one thinks, therefore it knows that it is here." He replied somewhat hesitently. Phylosophy wasn't his best subject. "Now why are you coming in our direction?"
He thought about it for a second before adding: "Please."
The Llackca leaned away from the microphone again and stared at the screen. A small counter above his screen was counting down to their jump back home.
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 4:32 PM
Sergeant Fulgrim made his way and stood on the right side of the Theologian with General Angella. He stood over 2 feet higher than his two counterparts, making him over 3 feet higher than the Deutch. Moving with slow precise movements, he pulled on his helmet, and a large hissing sound of an air lock being broken was heard. Moving the helmet away, he held it at his waist. His face was scarred and his brown hair was kept at barely a cm, the closest description would be that of a human... but far larger. He nodded to them silently, and the Theologian Sigmund nodded as well to the arrivals. "Welcome". He was glad their backs were turned as every Holy Trooper had gripped their guns ones the xenos spoke of their... false god.
Sigmund decided not to let it mule and indicated with his hands "I am a Theologian of Tyrael with me are General Angella of the Holy Troopers, and you have met Sergeant Fulgrim of the Black Templar. I am the planetary governor and religious leader. Your political world may not be influenced by your religion, but ours is. Religion is everything here, and for us there is only one. The Great Lord Tyrael, I am sorry but I am no at liberty to share his information with Xe... outsiders. For the sake of this political arrangement, I will suggest to never speak of your... deity, among Tartarians. We are not known for our tolerance for other cultures. Oil?" at the strange world he looked to Angella for details on what this was.
Angella stood forward, and spoke with a sharp military tone "Sir, Oil is a fuel source used by... older versions of Tartarian vehicles, we have large stock piles of the substance as we do not use it anymore. Assuming the Marshall agrees to forward this political decision to the Grand Theologian, It would be best to warn you that it would be dangerous for your people to come here frequently. As the Theologian stated, we do not look kindly to... outsiders. As for technology things could be arranged, however, you will understand if we are... hesitant with our secrets as I am sure you will be as well"
Fulgrim glanced down at the Deutch and spoke with the helmet off his voice was no longer filtered coming in strong "Do you know of Orks?" it was a simple question that surprised both Angella and the Theologian, but they waited for their response.
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 4:32 PM
The men looked at each other when they were asked if they knew what Orks were. "Orks...do you mean, Hons? Roughly a head taller than me, slightly broader...Looks like a reptile, walks on two legs, is highly aggressive when in battle. Too primitive to move away from using sticks and stones?" Jason asked.
"No, they said, Orks. It isn't a specie that we are aware of, why? Are they of nuisance or close political ally of yours? You must pardon me for not knowing who, or what, these Orks are. The Republic has a...Sub Ethnic group within their government, Hons, which are a close military and political ally of ours," Battle-Commissar Marcus said.
Not to forget that they kicked our ass when we tried to invade them, Jason thought, remembering that he once learned of the invasion attempt on the Hons' home planet, which ended in complete disaster. Taks got stuck in the mud. Soldiers died due to the poisoned arrows the Hons used, and the Jungle was just not a place that the Deutch knew how to fight. Guirrilla warfare was never in their doctrine, while the Hons' doctrine was based on either full-scale attacks, or hit and run guirrilla warfare.
"If these Orks are of a nuisance to your government, I am sure that the Republic wouldn't mind disposing supplies in order to help you combat these...Aliens.
While if they are an ally, I would think the Republic would represent similar terms to these possible allies of yours," Lieutenant Dan said.
Deutchlieg System; Maranian IV; 16:45 PM, Local Time
Captain Steimer read the final message that was send, send back an approval and understanding of the situation to the Migrant Fleet, and then he gave the coordinates for the planet that they would be off to. A message had been send to the many ports through the Republic, alarming them of the presence of the Migrant Fleet, and they were ordered to prepare for hyper-jump so they could attack them if something happened.
At Maranian IV, shuttles filled with mechanics, engineers and raw material & tools approached the fleet, while the more damaged ships were told that they were permitted to land in one of the docks where thousands of workers were awaiting them. The workers, who would come onboard the Migrant Fleet, all wore gasmasks to filter the air from everything else but Carbon Dioxide. The repair teams had also been informed that they would met by a 'purifier' squad, and though the name wasn't the most pleasant, they understood what was meant, and co-operated with the workers on the Migrant Fleet.
To: Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma
From: Governor Juurgen van Swoungerlan
Subject: Payment
Message:
Dear Admiral Kal'Shal vas Alma,
As I am certain of, this repair service will not come of a free cost. As I am certain of, you are aware of the low...Political standard that you have with the Republic, however I do not think it will effect our trade/economic policies as much.
Now, the Republic of Deutchlieg uses the currency 'Deutch', and thus far we have no foreign exchange for other currencies. What we could possibly exchange is either goods, such as oil, or other fossil fuels, or a form of...Service, in return for repairing your ships.
You must understand that not every single planet here in the Republic is filled with resources, and repairing ships is a costly business, so how you would like to repay the Republic, I'll leave to you, though I do recommend you pay in either Fossil Fuel (which is more valued) or service for the Republic.
Of course, if you would like to negotiate the payment, we will have to meet in person. I can have a ship arranged for us to meet in, and I would, of course, permit your people to purify it first, in order to avoid any biological, or chemical, hazards.
Sincerely from,
Governor Juurgen van Swoungerlan of Maranian IV.
As the governor sent the message to the Admiral, he smirked widely. The Migrant Fleet had jumped into the Republic's trap with both legs. How would they pay back when they wouldn't accept their currency? He was certain that they didn't use fossil fuels, which would force them to either sell themselves as slaves to the Republic.
OOC Notes
Several messages were exchanged amongst the ships that housed the members of the Admiralty board. What they spoke of is unknown and they spoke of it on 'Ghost Channels', communication channels only used for matters that involved the future if the Flotilla. This was followed by a very odd change in formation. Though as always the civilian craft was placed in the very center of the Fleet, surrounded by every military ship in the fleet, the Mobile lab ships moved up to the front. This started off a whole new wave of chatter.
"This is the Ryna. Our scans show that the Deutchlieg ships are lacking in the shields department."
"Rayna are you saying their shields are inferior to ours?"
"No I mean, they don't have any shields at all. It's just armor...".
"Good to know...All Mobile Labs, their ships have no shields. Hacking them will be 50 times easier..."
A life boat could be seen exiting the swarm of drones that was now busily making repairs on the exterior of the ships. This ship was also being escorted by two cruisers, three destroyer, a carrier, and it's own swarm of drones. One could assume that the Admiral was aboard that transport ship.
"This is the Ryna. Our scans show that the Deutchlieg ships are lacking in the shields department."
"Rayna are you saying their shields are inferior to ours?"
"No I mean, they don't have any shields at all. It's just armor...".
"Good to know...All Mobile Labs, their ships have no shields. Hacking them will be 50 times easier..."
From: Migrant Fleet Marines
To: The Deutchlieg Governor, Juurgen van Swoungerlan
Subject: Security
The Admiralty board has agreed to negotiate a payment option. Preferable a service, depending on what the service is. Our representative will be Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Neema. Her escort will be composed of the following: two purifier squads equipped for ship-wide decontamination, Two S.O.Rs, four Migrant Marine squads and a full squadron of combat drones. Also we have noticed that your ships lack Kinetic Barriers and the Admiralty Board has agreed to 'fix' this problem if you allow the younger members of the Migrant Fleet to go on their 'Pilgrimage' on your planets.
Your ship's captain will be held responsible for anything happens on his/her ship while Admiral Tali'Zorah is on board.
A life boat could be seen exiting the swarm of drones that was now busily making repairs on the exterior of the ships. This ship was also being escorted by two cruisers, three destroyer, a carrier, and it's own swarm of drones. One could assume that the Admiral was aboard that transport ship.
OOC Notes
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 4:33 PM
General Angella was confused on Fulgrims question, and looking to her right it was apparent the Theologian was as well, but Fulgrim merely nodded and spoke with that same deep voice “Orks… are a plague on the universe, for you to not have felt their presence must mean you live… far away. It would be easier to show the filth than to force our souls to discuss them.” The giant Templar looked at the General, and she nodded understanding stepping forward she tapped a remote, which brought up one of the many battlefields raging across planet side.
Two Azrael APC were firing into a great green horde of orks, as two squads of Holy Troopers took cover behind them occasionally firing back from behind safety. As the fight raged Angella commented “Orks are everywhere in our sector, every new planet we discover is filled with feral tribes of these Orks” As if on tune to her word a Vulture flew by drooping a payload of scatter bombs on top of a giant chunk of orcs scattering green body pts everywhere, but shockingly many of the orks simply stood back up undaunted. Before turning around and charging the Holy Troopers position.
The hologram turned off and the Theologian spoke “We will send your message to the Grand Theologian and he will reply in a standard day or two at most, you are welcome to stay if you wish until that has been taken care of.”
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(Never mind this)
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Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 4:50 PM
The four representatives listened to what their host said, and watched, both with astonishment as the hologram was displayed for them. "These...Orks seems to be worse than our Hons. They certainly multiply faster," the Marcus commented, and beneath his gasmask he narrowed his eyes observantly.
"I'd believe that the Republic would be willing to supply weaponry. Prober weaponry against such threats," Jason said, "I do not mean to offend your doctrine, nor your standard issued weaponry for your brave soldiers, I am merely saying that the Republic has methods to exterminate such threats, which are both cheap, and effective. I'm sure that the Republic would like to go futher into discussion about that. But first, we shall wait for your Grand Theologian to reply to our requests. Till then we shall remain in space.
Gentlemen," Jason said and then the four representatives gave a final salute, the Eversor called out for the Ghost of the Machine to protect them on their trip back to their mothership.
"You think they will be coperate with our terms?" Jason asked Battle-Commissar Marcus.
"Yes, and no. We have to be careful, for if you paid any attention to what was happening around us, you would have noticed that they became upset the moment we talked about the Cultus Mechanicus. They are a religious nation...We have to be careful. We can lend them support, military wise, but we need to watch our backs," Marcus replied.
Jason nodded, "True. Since they don't need the oil, I don't see why we can't do some Grab an' smash operations."
"True. True, that might just work."
Deutchlieg System; Maranian IV; 16:45 PM, Local Time
A house-like spaceship was send into the vacuum space where it allowed one of the ships from the Migrant fleet to dock at the time. It was a space vessel designed to serve as a diplomatic meetings between the Republic and other nations, so they could meet in neutral space and discuss, however as the Deutchlieg had turned away from diplomacy and more towards aggressive expansionism, these vessels had been stored and become older and older, barely being maintained.
The 'house' that the two factions would meet in had been quickly shined up and had simple furnitures for the two to talk in. The atmosphere was oxygen, which meant that the diplomats from the Republic would have to wear gasmasks.
The Deutchlieg transport ship docked and in entered a rather old-looking man, and a man who was more robot than he was organic, both of them sat down on the sofa, in the middle, and waited for the door opposite to open so they could tell their 'guests' to take a seat in the sofa in front of them.
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\OPENING FILE\>
>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 04882 [user: Kllarhmjik, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 18.8426161870527ST4)][location: approaching SSEI space][date written: KKLXSDIJK71]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified scientific) 00419 [user: Qgridlokc, House of Science and Technology, House ‘Father’ (id: 62.991338183625ST2)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLXAGQMN01]
Report on the Kalhji’I (literal: Those Who Claim Omniscience) of sector 763-916-555, official name: ‘Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal’.
The Kalhji’I have been known to us for several cycles but there has never been any close contact between Llackca and them. This one seeks to expand our knowledge concerning their nature and to find any scientific opportunities these people might have to offer. From the previous reports on this entity it can be concluded that their sphere of influence is large compared to the other known civilizations and that they posses technologies above our current understanding. This one reasons that closer relations might be to the benefit of Lackca and hopes to facilitate this.
At first glance the Kalhji’I appear to be a standard theocratic civilization with one dominant and two enslaved member species. However, more interest should be directed at their objects of worship which also appear to be the source of their technological advancement. Unlike many other of the known religions, these stories are subject to the laws of physics as they are known to Llackca and are told to hold up under the scientific method. Though this may put them in the same class as cargo cults, which means that their ‘gods’ simply use technology beyond their understanding, this phenomenon seems to have occurred on a scale which hasn’t been witnessed before by Llackca. It also worth noting that these believers claim to interact quite directly with these being and attempt to bring them into this world.
The fact that this relatively young civilization has managed to acquire such advanced technologies and spread their influence over such a large area certainly does speak for their beliefs. Therefore, this one proposes the hypothesis that these beings do actually exist. The most probable theories that explain their existence are the following:
- The beings are an ancient form of life in gaseous or photonic matter who have discovered these technologies over a vast amount of time
- The beings are a form of life from a different universe which is conducive to the acquisition of knowledge and allows communication with our universe
- The beings exist in a state of matter which can not be explained with our current understanding of the universe
All other theories which have been proposed can be disproven with the facts found in the previous reports.
During this mission, this one will attempt to find evidence to either support or disprove the original hypothesis and the theories which are proposed above. Previous data suggests the Kalhji’I are sympathetic to Llackca because of Llackca’s <closest translation: agnosticism> and will only attempt to inform and convert the members of this mission. The chance of total failure (i.e. the destruction of the ship and the loss of every member of this mission) is estimated at: 13%.
More reports will follow when contact has been made.
>> TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE
\ ~ REQUEST COMPLETE
\ DATABASE CLOSED \>
>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 04882 [user: Kllarhmjik, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 18.8426161870527ST4)][location: approaching SSEI space][date written: KKLXSDIJK71]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified scientific) 00419 [user: Qgridlokc, House of Science and Technology, House ‘Father’ (id: 62.991338183625ST2)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLXAGQMN01]
Report on the Kalhji’I (literal: Those Who Claim Omniscience) of sector 763-916-555, official name: ‘Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal’.
The Kalhji’I have been known to us for several cycles but there has never been any close contact between Llackca and them. This one seeks to expand our knowledge concerning their nature and to find any scientific opportunities these people might have to offer. From the previous reports on this entity it can be concluded that their sphere of influence is large compared to the other known civilizations and that they posses technologies above our current understanding. This one reasons that closer relations might be to the benefit of Lackca and hopes to facilitate this.
At first glance the Kalhji’I appear to be a standard theocratic civilization with one dominant and two enslaved member species. However, more interest should be directed at their objects of worship which also appear to be the source of their technological advancement. Unlike many other of the known religions, these stories are subject to the laws of physics as they are known to Llackca and are told to hold up under the scientific method. Though this may put them in the same class as cargo cults, which means that their ‘gods’ simply use technology beyond their understanding, this phenomenon seems to have occurred on a scale which hasn’t been witnessed before by Llackca. It also worth noting that these believers claim to interact quite directly with these being and attempt to bring them into this world.
The fact that this relatively young civilization has managed to acquire such advanced technologies and spread their influence over such a large area certainly does speak for their beliefs. Therefore, this one proposes the hypothesis that these beings do actually exist. The most probable theories that explain their existence are the following:
- The beings are an ancient form of life in gaseous or photonic matter who have discovered these technologies over a vast amount of time
- The beings are a form of life from a different universe which is conducive to the acquisition of knowledge and allows communication with our universe
- The beings exist in a state of matter which can not be explained with our current understanding of the universe
All other theories which have been proposed can be disproven with the facts found in the previous reports.
During this mission, this one will attempt to find evidence to either support or disprove the original hypothesis and the theories which are proposed above. Previous data suggests the Kalhji’I are sympathetic to Llackca because of Llackca’s <closest translation: agnosticism> and will only attempt to inform and convert the members of this mission. The chance of total failure (i.e. the destruction of the ship and the loss of every member of this mission) is estimated at: 13%.
More reports will follow when contact has been made.
>> TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE
\ ~ REQUEST COMPLETE
\ DATABASE CLOSED \>
OOC Notes
Litaìr'Hascu, Protector of the Sacred Empire, stood atop the bridge of the Hascu's Fang, a newly build cruiser of the Hydra class. This specific ship had just been put in service four days ago, but yet it was one of the most beautiful ships for him. He couldn't describe why, it might be that this feeling didn't came from himself, but the Immortal that resides within his soul. From his very Melting with this being on, he had felt nothing but pride to serve as host to such a powerful and yet ascetic Immortal. The hull of the ship was inscribed with former heroics of Hascu, who Litaìr secretly sees as his god of honor, if a Vash'Kehr would ever understand such a concept. He watched out of the window at the closest planet, Ashea II, as the sun seemed to disappear behind it. Suddenly a voice appeared in his thoughts, or rather thoughts themselves, as they appear to come from himself.
"It's such a beautiful sight, don't you think?" The calm, deep voice stated from within him, the voice only he is able to hear.
"Yes, Lord Hascu. I am glad you allowed us to take your first personal ship here. I feel honored to even stand here, on the place that should be rightfully yours." Litaìr'Hascu just had to think the words, he was sure that his lord would hear them.
"Indeed, our time will come soon enough, so you need to have patience. That was not the reason why I needed to speak with you. Our sister has discovered a small vessel that is coming closer. They appear to be Llackca, a primitive race. They think they are able to express everything they encounter in logical terms." When the Immortals had found the need to tell Hascu, they seem to have more interest in them, rather than destroying this simple vessel.
Litaìr'Hascu just nodded, he knew that his Lord would notice. With calm, slow steps he went to the seat of the Baron, the equivalent to the Captain aboard a space ship of the Sacred Empire. The seat was comfortable, dressed in the hides of one of the many animals that now live on the planets of the Aelious System. He was very proud of this, since he had killed the dangerous beast only with his faith in Hascu and a simple Adamantium saber. He didn't need to inform the other bridge officers or the crew to man their posts, his Lord had already told the other Immortals, who's bounded Vash'Kehr told the rest of the crew. With a soft motion did the ship move towards the approaching much smaller vehicle. It must seem for them to move towards the claws of a massive beast. There was no way past the Hascu's Fang further into the territory of the Sacred Empire. There was no need to inform the rest of the fleet in the Ashea System, this was just a primitive exploration vessel of a productive, but still primitive culture. Litaìr'Hascu sat within his seat smiling at this encounter, well, it was rather the Immortal within him, who smiled. As the words came out of the mouth of his body, they sounded strangely unwhole, as if the body only acted as transmitter. Surprisingly the voice message that was sent to the other ship was in the Llackca's own language, though the dialect seemed to be a few centuries older and it didn't sound that right, spoken with a voice not used to the Llackca's tongue.
"It's such a beautiful sight, don't you think?" The calm, deep voice stated from within him, the voice only he is able to hear.
"Yes, Lord Hascu. I am glad you allowed us to take your first personal ship here. I feel honored to even stand here, on the place that should be rightfully yours." Litaìr'Hascu just had to think the words, he was sure that his lord would hear them.
"Indeed, our time will come soon enough, so you need to have patience. That was not the reason why I needed to speak with you. Our sister has discovered a small vessel that is coming closer. They appear to be Llackca, a primitive race. They think they are able to express everything they encounter in logical terms." When the Immortals had found the need to tell Hascu, they seem to have more interest in them, rather than destroying this simple vessel.
Litaìr'Hascu just nodded, he knew that his Lord would notice. With calm, slow steps he went to the seat of the Baron, the equivalent to the Captain aboard a space ship of the Sacred Empire. The seat was comfortable, dressed in the hides of one of the many animals that now live on the planets of the Aelious System. He was very proud of this, since he had killed the dangerous beast only with his faith in Hascu and a simple Adamantium saber. He didn't need to inform the other bridge officers or the crew to man their posts, his Lord had already told the other Immortals, who's bounded Vash'Kehr told the rest of the crew. With a soft motion did the ship move towards the approaching much smaller vehicle. It must seem for them to move towards the claws of a massive beast. There was no way past the Hascu's Fang further into the territory of the Sacred Empire. There was no need to inform the rest of the fleet in the Ashea System, this was just a primitive exploration vessel of a productive, but still primitive culture. Litaìr'Hascu sat within his seat smiling at this encounter, well, it was rather the Immortal within him, who smiled. As the words came out of the mouth of his body, they sounded strangely unwhole, as if the body only acted as transmitter. Surprisingly the voice message that was sent to the other ship was in the Llackca's own language, though the dialect seemed to be a few centuries older and it didn't sound that right, spoken with a voice not used to the Llackca's tongue.
From: Litaìr'Hascu, Protector of the Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal
To: Unknown Llackca Vessel
"This one welcomes you to the territory of those that you call Kalhji'l. We are happy to introduce you to the Ashea system, which had only recently been converted to the rightful believe. We were already informed of your arrival, what is it that you desire in our house?"
OOC Notes
\OPENING FILE\>
>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 04882 [user: Kllarhmjik, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 18.8426161870527ST4)][location: Ashea System, SSEI space][date written: KKLXSDIUO81]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified scientific) 00419 [user: Qgridlokc, House of Science and Technology, House ‘Father’ (id: 62.991338183625ST2)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLXAGWOL45]
Report on contact with the Kalhji’I (literal: Those Who Claim Omniscience) of sector 763-916-555, official name: ‘Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal’.
Attached is the data collected during this meeting. This one hopes to send a complete analysis of the chronic soon as well as gain a more complete scan of the aliens’ anatomy. This one suggests these reports be handed to the Chancellor as well. This species might prove a valuable trade partner, information source and ally.
>> TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE
\ ~ REQUEST COMPLETE
\ DATABASE CLOSED \>
((OOC: Tsoibe and me made this in chat.))
>> SENT: GTU(modified scientific) 04882 [user: Kllarhmjik, House of Science and Technology, House 'Brother' (id: 18.8426161870527ST4)][location: Ashea System, SSEI space][date written: KKLXSDIUO81]
>> RECEIVED: GTU(modified scientific) 00419 [user: Qgridlokc, House of Science and Technology, House ‘Father’ (id: 62.991338183625ST2)][location: Primary System, Orbit Home Planet][date received: KKLXAGWOL45]
Report on contact with the Kalhji’I (literal: Those Who Claim Omniscience) of sector 763-916-555, official name: ‘Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal’.
Kllarhmjik replayed the message a second time to make sure that he had interpreted it correctly. Immediately his brain started to look for the answers it raised but it could only guess. "This one is Kllarhmjik of GTU(modified scientific) 04882. These Llackca are on a peaceful mission to expand Llackca knowledge concerning the ones you call, among other things, the 'Immortals'." He sent back like he had planned.
Litair'Hascu calmly sat in his seat and listened to the reply of the Llackca. Their attempt could be called blasphemy, an act that deserved to be put an end to, at least within the society of the Vash'Kehr. It seemed that his Lord had other plans though. Just as he wanted to turn around to give orders to destroy this ship, he was stopped by a feeling, no, it was more of an order. Than the same voice that had spoken before replied in a more amused tone: "We welcome your presence Kllarhmjik. I guess your request is of more... scientific sort. If you wish, on the planet beneath us are rich river beds and soft banks of sand along them, we could meet there. We know about your need for hydrogen, so this location would be quite comfortable for you. We will allow this one of you to speak with one of us directly."
They always wanted to speak directly. Kllarhmjik had hoped that these people, who seemed to believe in things which went above mere speech, would settle for having the first, potentially dangerous, conversations with each of them in their own ships. Apparently not. The Llackca’s quick hyperwarp engines wouldn’t save him now. Either way, he hadn't come this far to back away now. "This one will take this ship's shuttle and meet at the location you indicated." He thought about it for a second before adding: "This one looks forward to meeting you." In his younger years he had studied the techniques Traders tended to pick up in their travels. Politeness had been one of them. With the Llackca equivalent of a sigh, Kllarhmjik left his working station and went to the shuttle bay. Within the hour his shuttle had plunged into the waters beneath and made its way to one of the 'soft banks of sands' as the alien captain had described it.
Litair'Hascu smiled in approval of what his Lord had done. He always does that, whether or not he fully agrees did not matter. It now was his own voice that spoke, but still in the tongue of the Llackca. "We will wait for you there. May our meeting be blessed by the Immortal's presence." He stated with his last words, before turning off the communication. In the Vash'Kehr's common speech did he speak to his subordinates "I will leave this ship to you now, Baron. Don't you dare let the glory of Hascu diminish!" The newly appointed captain didn't need to reply, he knew the punishment for bringing shame on the name of one of the Immortals. Within seconds the Spawn Fighter was ready to start into space and just a few minutes later did it land on one of the few pads around the newly build towns. Litair'Hascu watched their guest land in the sea, waiting for him to leave his ship before he spoke in the voice of the Llackca again. "I am glad you have arrived so quickly. So, now we are here, what is it that you wish to know about specifically?"
Kllarhmjik stuck his head out of the shuttle and scanned the immediate environment with an instrument which was attached to the side of his head. It appeared his hosts had already arrived. The Llackca slid out of the hatch and into the water. He slithered through the water until it was shallow enough for him to push himself up and stand. As the man talked to him, he inhaled deeply and ran a few extra scans. “You have a beautiful planet.” He said in his native language. It was remarkable to see an alien use this language as well. “This one has come to your system to study your way of life and, specifically, your interaction with the beings known to you as ‘Immortals’. This one believes that knowledge about these creatures has a high chance of greatly benefitting Llackca. In return, this one is authorized to share all information carried in the databanks of the ship.” The Llackca’s face and body were completely expressionless, as it always was. "First, however, I am curious as to how you've managed to learn Llackca language so well. This one wasn't aware that you could've had the chance to learn."
Litair'Hascu waited for the Llackca to speak. As he commented the beauty of the Ashean world, he smiled proudly. The former primitive species, named after their planet, had just started to expend the resources of this planet, before they were stopped by the Vash'Kehr. The voice of this person in front of the Llackca seems strange yet again, as it was during the first messages, but it stills speaks the Llackca's native tongue. "We have to say that we are amused by your desire for knowledge. Sadly for you is that there isn't any knowledge about us written down, at least not by those that follow us. Our followers are like our fingers in this universe, till we are able to act here on our own." It wasn't only the speech that changed, the whole personality of the individual seemed to change. The Vash'Kehr looked more majestic, some would say intimidating, even thought he probably didn't mean to be. "If you desire, we could offer a chronic of our relationship with the Vash'Kehr, which had been written by one of the Elders."
Kllarhmjik’s mind struggled to understand all the emotions the person in front of him was talking about. Even in his native language these concepts made little sense to him. It almost distracted him from the change in readings he got from the man when he was speaking. There had to be some interesting things going on inside the man’s head for it show like this. “That would an excellent start… and much appreciated.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment, though it didn’t show in his face. “Is this one to assume that you are one of the Immortals? If so, how are you animating that individual’s body, if I may ask?”
Litair'Hascu grinned in delight as a small breeze came from the sea. It ran through the dark blueish hair of the Vash'Kehr and continued on into a nearby forest, where it made ghostly sounds. "So it may be, a copy of that chronic is brought into this system as we speak. We are also glad to learn more about your actual culture. A lot of time for your measures had passed since we had contact with your kind, thought you probably won't have noticed us there." It seemed that the being in front of the Llackca had to think about the other question quite a while, till it came to a satisfying answer. "Yes, we are of those that our followers call Immortals, though our real name can't be pronounced by the mortal's tongue. Rather than animating this individual, I guide his action, his emotions, his thoughts. He allows me to use his senses to experience the world, but it remains his free-will. I guess this body works as those of many other humanoids." Seemingly absent did the Vash'Kehr scratch his not existing beard. His former host had one, so he was used to the feel of it.
“Lackca tend to dismiss every god. This one, and others, hypothesise that there might be some truth to these mythologies. Sufficiently advanced technology might appear as impossible to Lackca just like Lackca technology does to pre-space faring species. Thank you for going through the trouble to relocate this ‘chronic’.” The Llackca’s mind seemed to calm down a little and started to fill with a kind of wonder. When he was back in the ship he would have to check to see if all of this data was reliable and if he had been under the influence of some kind of drug. This might just be a new kind of battle fever though. He waited patiently for the creature to answer and when it did he listened intently. “Yes, but how? And where are you located? What materials does your form consist of? This one has many questions. Would you answer them?”
The Immortal within Litair'Hascu had to rearrange his thoughts about the Llackca. This happens rarely over the last centuries, but this still primitive species have developed their mind rather well. Even thought they seem to be still unable to experience true emotions, they are able to open their mind to complex philosophical questions. Maybe they could even be of help freeing them from their prison. "That surely is a difficult question to answer right now. Your concept about godhood by technological supremacy is an interesting concept, but that wouldn't be enough to give a satisfying reply. We can surely say that we are as old as the multiverse, older than this single universe you call home. The chronic shall be aboard your ship within the next seconds." Than the Vash'Kehr silenced for a moment, as if he would think with various minds. "We have come to the decision that we have to discuss this matter further, before we can talk with you about this. You should go back to your ship now, or enjoy the hospitality of our beautiful new world here. We will surely need some time for this debate, so we can make sure you are ready. We hope you will share the knowledge you carry in your ship with us during this time. I wish you farewell until than." With that the Vash'Kehr just turned around towards the landing pad he came from.
“Farewell.” Kllarhmjik said and turned to go back to his ship. He paused for a moment to think about everything which had just passed and to see if the feeling of wonder was still there. This was exactly what every member of his house strived for. His teachers had also warned him for this though. Sometimes scientists were carried away by their research and started to make dangerous assumptions. His mind had to be clear. The Llackca returned to his shuttle and sent all the information he had gathered as well as his permission to release the data they were carrying. He knew it was essentially useless information, nothing they couldn’t gather from simply flying over to their system and doing an extensive analysis. The House of Combat had insisted that no tactical information be release to a potential enemy. Kllarhmjik just wanted to get as much time as possible for his research.
Attached is the data collected during this meeting. This one hopes to send a complete analysis of the chronic soon as well as gain a more complete scan of the aliens’ anatomy. This one suggests these reports be handed to the Chancellor as well. This species might prove a valuable trade partner, information source and ally.
>> TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE
\ ~ REQUEST COMPLETE
\ DATABASE CLOSED \>
((OOC: Tsoibe and me made this in chat.))
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Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
well, its taking longer than I expected, between my birthday, uni, and the sudden biblical snow. Getting my profile completed has taken more time than I thought it would. Sorry guys, hope your all still around...eventually I'll be in a position to start posting soon lol :p
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
To those that may have wondered why I hadn't posted in this roleplay for a while: School occupied much of my free time and I wasn't able to focus on roleplaying a whole nation for quite some time. I hope to be able to post more often now, but school might bury me in work again. So just you don't wonder, if you have to wait a few days for me to reply. Oh, and yes the plans of the Prophet will unfold sooner or later. "Har Har Harr..."
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
hey guys, I just want to point out that I never specified when you had to post. If it takes you a week to get something together that's fine, besides, school is getting worse throughout the majority of the world, I know it is here, at least, so take your time, no need to rush, it is a slow paced RP
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
heheh, hell of a fight... quite apt. yea, woulda finished up sooner, but had a bitch of an essay to do for uni, n then i had my birthday weekend so i've hardly been compos mentis lol. ill try getting my char sheet and an intro post up tmoz after uni.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Right, getting close to finishing my profile. Looking forward to terrorising your women and children :p
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Though this OOC-Thread doesn't seem very active, I just want to inform anyone that I'm finished with the necessary parts. If there is actually someone, who needs some occupation, just go ahead and tell me. I don't wanna just burst into any developing scene.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
cheers. Gonna add to them ever-so-slightly, and have them as something of a race of psychic vampires, to explain their prediliction for being massive douches. Make them less dark elves in space, and more vampires in space.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
that's fine go ahead. As you can see, I'm using my previous nation as well
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
If its ok with you, I'd like to resubmit my Druchii nation from your previous RP. Sadly, it kinda died before I had a chance to really get into it :(
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Alright everyone, you may now start to post. I've gone ahead and started something. Later on, I shall make different events which will hopefully keep us occupied.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Saxious wrote:
@Noble Actual
Yes, like the wise man said ;) . Anyways, I'd say it is good, now just to make one thing sure, I don't want you to have too many of the "Alma Survivor" ships. I know your nation is a massive migrating race, however, that has also limited you to the ability to mass produce such ships.
And like OMEGA_GINGER, give us a poke when your 100% done.
Understood Saxious. I'll be sure to have the Migrant Fleet settle down on Ronnach before they even think of making another Alma class ship. Also later, when I have absolutely finished my Migrant Fleet, I plan on submitting a char sheet for the Geth because I plan on giving them bigger and bigger roles later on.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Hey, I never wrote in the Rules that there was a limit for who/what could be played as, and I'll stick through it. You can be my guest and create your Ork Empire (as a matter of fact, I am planning on bringing a Tau Empire into play, though modified so that it will suit my style a bit more)
So feel free to create secondary nations (however, be ready to deal with both nations at the same time)
So feel free to create secondary nations (however, be ready to deal with both nations at the same time)
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
I have been playing with the idea to make a Warhammer Ork based Nation as I simply adore them and their philosophies.. or lack of, but I wanted to run it by you first Saxious and see what you think. I wanted them to be more of a rather large nuisance than dominate power.
'The Orks plague the Galaxy from end to end with their ceaseless warring and strife. They are a race so deeply rooted in war that peace is utterly incomprehensible to them. They cannot be bargained with or bought save with weapons, which they will inevitably turn against those who tried to bribe them. I pray with all my faith that some great catastrophe will annihilate them but I fear that ultimately it is they, not we, who will rule the galaxy."
- Lord inquisitor
'The Orks plague the Galaxy from end to end with their ceaseless warring and strife. They are a race so deeply rooted in war that peace is utterly incomprehensible to them. They cannot be bargained with or bought save with weapons, which they will inevitably turn against those who tried to bribe them. I pray with all my faith that some great catastrophe will annihilate them but I fear that ultimately it is they, not we, who will rule the galaxy."
- Lord inquisitor
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
@OMEGA_GINGER
I'll assume that your NCS is finished. If it isn't, well that's alright, you can still add more along the way (just give a us a little poker here on the OOC). I'm looking forward the possible relationships there can be between the ZACS and the Republic of Deutchlieg.
@Noble Actual
Yes, like the wise man said ;) . Anyways, I'd say it is good, now just to make one thing sure, I don't want you to have too many of the "Alma Survivor" ships. I know your nation is a massive migrating race, however, that has also limited you to the ability to mass produce such ships.
And like OMEGA_GINGER, give us a poke when your 100% done.
I'll assume that your NCS is finished. If it isn't, well that's alright, you can still add more along the way (just give a us a little poker here on the OOC). I'm looking forward the possible relationships there can be between the ZACS and the Republic of Deutchlieg.
@Noble Actual
Yes, like the wise man said ;) . Anyways, I'd say it is good, now just to make one thing sure, I don't want you to have too many of the "Alma Survivor" ships. I know your nation is a massive migrating race, however, that has also limited you to the ability to mass produce such ships.
And like OMEGA_GINGER, give us a poke when your 100% done.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Yes! My sheet is now completely finished. I put a nice spin on my nations history that I hope people will enjoy reading as it gives an insight into my countries working, and its ancient past, although not its more resent past, but dont want to reveal to much to early.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Alright I finally submitted my Nation Sheet up. Took me longer then expected and they are parts that need work. expect some edits, I'm already going to be putting more work on it soo....
For those who plan and look forward to war, A wise man once said," Pain is weakness leaving the body." :D
For those who plan and look forward to war, A wise man once said," Pain is weakness leaving the body." :D
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
This looks totally epic. I am gonna make an awesome little empire/planet and I will probably get my ass handed to me, but I'm a crafty little bastard. :P Kudos on the awesomeness, Sax. This sounds like an epic RP.
Re: [OOC] Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
I don't think so, as my faction would only allow total submission by other races. Well, they think that the galaxy belongs to them anyways. I'm hoping for a few others to join that focus rather on diplomacy, so we can't lay waste to the whole galaxy without some resistance.
