The Selkuth star system, coded Bx12 to the AP, was competely uninhabited. It contained two planets, a gas gaint that was a bright red and terran planet, both with no signs of life. The two planets where devided by a huge asteroid belt filled with many resource rich asteroids. So far no faction in the galaxy had touched it.


A large explosion of energy, the same instant the ships in A1 had quantum jumped, bloomed. As the light faded, those same two ships appeared. Small ships detached them selfs from the two large ships, and headed for the asteroid belt while the two large ships made heading for the terran planet.

Captain Arthur's escape pod flew into the system. He had been in it for over three days, looking for life. He saw the air gauge of the pod hit empty, he sighed and held his breath while sending his prerecorded distress signal to the nearest ship then passed out.

From: Captain Arthur of Earth
To: [Emergency Distress Signal Auto Target]
Subject: Distress Signal

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Arthur had his face hidden under his Captain hat.
"If you are reading this, then my escape pod has ran out of resources and I am in danger of death. My pod door code is B, double zero, another B, one and then a three."

A small AP ship swept in. Several armatures grabbed the pod. A quick burst of the thrusters, and docked with one of the two large ships in orbit of the terran planet. There where no life support systems on the AP ships, so a quick modification to a matter storehouse, and it was transformed into an area that could keep the man alive.

The pod was dropped into the new "guest quarters". A large crab like robot stepped over the pod, cutting the door off with it's massive plasma-cutting claws. The man was hauled out by several small floating robots with dangling arms and tenticals.

The VF jumped in from hyperspace as two other machines followed, as they broadast a simple message. "Attention unknown race. That man you have captured is wanted for crimes against Trantor greater Interests. We request that citizen is transferred over to our facilities for trial." Max shighed as he watched the two VF-27s form up, as they noticed the massive mining ships.

"Large mining operations are not the sort of thing we were looking to find" the man muttered as he sent a report back to command. Hopefully a police ship could come over here to help them transport him back, or this would be a long, frustrating case.

The man in the pod had been set up to an improvised life support system. It would help normalize his life signs, but it would not keep him alive in the long term.
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After a quick time of no reply, the AP replied. "What are the charges?"
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The two large ships were by no means mining ships. They were matter and power relays that transfered the matter taken from the asteriods by the smaller ships and then send that down to the now two dozen Constructs on the surface that were building up a new colovy.

They also were begining the construction of a small station.

"The charges are attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, destruction of military property, illegal disposal of transportation, possession of war grade weapons without a proper license, reckless endangerment, Second degree assault." Max responded. "This is a criminal through and through, and we request he is transferred to our faculties so he may face justice." The VF Pilot hoped the machines would agree with his assment as the other two VF-27s scanned the massive base, realizing that this was soon to be a base, or colony of the AI race. The map, for better or worse, was changing again.

In the few minutes of exchanged dialogue, the now busy ground side force had built up a base about a square mile in size and soon it was going to exand to an even bigger size.
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The frame for the station was up as more and more matter from the asteroids and the surface of the planet poured into the two orbiting ships. The station when completed will be three miles in hieghth, 12 miles in width, and 24 in length. It will be cresent shaped and serve as a small shipyard, matter/power relay, and orbital factory.
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"What is he worth to the Trantor?"

Arthur sat up, dazed.

Where the hell am I? Why is half of my face burned?

Arthur unhooked all his life support cords and stood up and started running, looking for a way out. Arthur ran into a wall. Unfortunately, this left an Arthur-shaped hole in the wall along with a man running down corridors, breaking everything he could see, destroying everything he could reach.

I must get out of here.

He ran down another corridor, stopped and walked backwards, peeked through a door and saw a robot. He decided to just let it go and kept running..

The organic ship exited hyperspace. "Shnul, Status report," boomed Captain Rion.
"Everything's fine, sir."
"any other ships in the sector?"
"Yessir, several."

((OoC: Trasthree, the ship Arthur is on is a totaly unmanned ship run by robots, no workers wearing clothes. There is no life support out side that area he is in. It is understandable that a mistake was made, but editing your post would be nice.))

The sensors of the AP ships picked up the organic ship. They did nothing, only waiting for the new arrivals to react first.

Arthur ran down the steel corridors, glancing at the room signs now and then. Arthur hadn't eaten for days and was feeling tired. Arthur saw no end to these corridors, so he just sat down against a cold, steel wall.

Arthur was now just a pile of bones with skin on him. He lost half his hair and he now had a light voice from all the stress he just went through. He looked like a completely different man, as he lay against the wall. He closed his eyes.

Several machine drones came be and took the starving man back to the life support chair. They hooked him back up to it, and soon he was being provided with nurishment from the tube down his throat.

After long communications, a proper jailer ship, the smaller escort vessel warping from a command base hundreds of light years away made it, as another mining vessel soon arrived. The negotiation team, an AI transferred from Trantor proper got down to buisness, as it opened up communications with the machine race. "Greetings. I am Leader Class Persona 081, for comnversional purposes I am Sal Econ, and that prisoner you have," he started to say as the fleet was amazed at the terraforming process, "He would be worth the contents of this container, as well as the plans for a new improved technique for matter to energy conversion, and several hundred thousand resources. Shall we negotiate for his transfer over a warm datastream?"

There were several AIs in this fleet. They all began to communicate between them selfs, running all sorts of algorithims and process. When they responded, it was like a chours. "We do not need the resources,but we will take the container and your knowledge," they replied.