The Accordance of Free Worlds Summit

by **Onora** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 1:32 pm

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The world of Onora shown in the distance as the MegaCorp governor looked out upon the vast void of space. The King and Queen would be hosting a special meeting of in the Colony's debate hall. The Nova Lunan surface was as barren as ever and not nearly as active as it was in the orbitals high days, back when the mines poured iron out like a wound. It didn't matter now, he would have to welcome the delegates to the Summit that King Powers has decided to host, along with his Queen. The Pads had been cleared, the Patrol docked, it was only a matter of time and image. Soon delegates from across the cosmos will arrive to draft the framework of stellar union, right here, on the most remote colony in the empire.

by **Caecuser** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:03 pm

Onoran System

The ship that sailed through the shadowy realm of hyperspace was named the Hyperion, and it was exceptionally large for one of Commonwealth design, a streamlined, fat ovoid six hundred meters long and two hundred meters across at the center. Its surface rippled with pale silver light that was in constant motion making the large ship to lose the appearance of solidity until it was itself a living organism soaring through the Vacuum. This illusion was bolstered by the enormous wings that flowed out of empty space around it in a protective cocoon, expanding and contracting bands of energy that clung at the quantum fabric of local spacetime to propel it forward at sublight speeds.

As it had appeared in the system, a smaller vessel zipped into the system just behind it like a salmon against the underbelly of a whale. It had an altogether more mechanical and functional appearance, a serrated knife edge fifty meters long pointed in the direction of whichever way it was traveling, growing thicker as it went along until you reached a thin cylinder containing numerous rooms stacked side-to-side, or perhaps up-to-down depending on your perspective. While the Hyperion soared gently at the edges of the system, this smaller craft accelerated inwards toward the distant moon at a relatively quick ten gees. Internal compensators managed to relieve the occupants of the vessel of most of the stressful effects leaving them to cope with just two gees of acceleration which their augmented bodies could handle. A communications laser, amplified by the Hyperion transmitted a signal to the Onoran planet:

TO: Onoran Monarchy
FROM: ANA:Governance

Our representatives are en route, currently on approach vector for the moon of your world. Permission for approach is granted, presumably?

by **Jormengand** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:23 pm

423425452301: Zephyrus' Spear, this is Guardia Aer Command. Report?
120245123202: Guardia Aer Command, this is Zephyrus' Spear. The Aquan representative is en route to the destination. Approximately 5 Talkir until arrival.
423425452301: Continue.

"Continue" always seemed a very rude way to end a conversation, mused Merythis. Although, neither he nor Guardia Aer command wanted to waste time, so it was certainly sensible. He sighed, and thought about the time he'd given. One Talkir was based around the cycle of Guardia Aqua, and was two minutes and seventeen seconds long. Not, of course, that Merythis knew this exciting piece of trivia.

He wondered whether or not he'd been a little optimistic. He wasn't entirely sure he'd make it there in so little time, but he made sure to try to. Soon, he was able to see the moon upon which the summit was being held.

"It is time to attatch your floppy ears, Alterys." Merythis' comment was based around one which had appeared in an old human fictional text: A man wants to be the king of rabbits, he best wear a pair of floppy ears. The Aquan envoy emerged in human clothing, which looked ridiculous no matter the wearer. "It is already done."

"All right."

120245123202: Nova Luna command, this is captain Merythis of the Aethrysian ship Zephyrus' Spear. We are now entering super-atmospheric orbit. Permission to land?

Merythis had no idea whether or not there even was an atmosphere, only that he wasn't in it. He leant back, and waited for a response...

by **Onora** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:38 pm

Caecuser wrote:
TO: Onoran Monarchy
FROM: ANA:Governance

Our representatives are en route, currently on approach vector for the moon of your world. Permission for approach is granted, presumably?

The message was relayed from the capital to the Palace there in and finally to the King himself who had just boarded the Royal Shuttle. The King was a young man of 21, Amber haired and tall his Queen sat next to him. Despite being 12 years his elder the queen had kept a young form. Her dark hair flowing over her back and her green eyes watching as the door seal as she held onto the blue crystal around her neck, she was nervous. Luna Nova had never been very kind to her. Then King turned to her and smiled, "Dear, be not so, these meetings shall be most beneficial to our people, look here at the view screen, our first contact with a Cybernetic Being." The Queen allowed for a grin to form but said nothing. Powers then brought forth his wireless keyboard, one of the monarchs many utilities and sent a message to Luna Nova and then replied to ANA: Governance

TO: ANA:Governance
FROM: King Powers of Onora

Permission has been granted, the representatives are to land in Dock 3 {-34,21} where they shall be received by the Luna Novan Staff.

The Royal Shuttle then launched from it's landing pad on the palace and began it's flight to Luna Nova.

---

The Governor looked out upon the stars, never had he seen such a craft. He had expected a Rocket or Saucer but this, this was truly otherworldly. He was then contacted by the Com Center he wasn't sure who to greet first. But decided upon the representatives of this, Anna the King mentioned. Com Center sent another message from Space Patrol asking for orders. The Governor Spoke to the Com Center; "Inform the Patrol that they are to send two persons and no more to escort our greeters, we don't want to appear too armed. Plus small grou-" his words were interrupted by the Com Officer "I understand diplomacy." with that the communication ended. The delegates would be greeted by three persons, two members of the Space Patrol and one member of the Executive Staff, who would escort the delegation to the debate hall.

---

120245123202: Nova Luna command, this is captain Merythis of the Aethrysian ship Zephyrus' Spear. We are now entering super-atmospheric orbit. Permission to land?

The Com Officer wasn't quite sure what asked the question, didn't sound Human, he checked the register Oh, that explains it, thought I was... "This is Luna Nova Com Center, you are cleared for landing in Dock 4, a comitee shall greet you shortly upon your arrival," not quite sure if he should say anything else, "I a.. I presume your people breath an Oxygen rich atmosphere?"

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by **Caecuser** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:11 pm

Onoran System - Nova Luna

The fifty meter long ship darted forwards, slowing gradually as the pale orb swelled up in front of it to fill its vision and concentrated field scans swept out to detect any objects along its approach. The stealth functions of the small ship were so advanced that even when not employed the occasional flare of photons along its forward end being the only indication that it was there at all, that burst of light being the effect of the shields deflecting debris or large particles which could conceivably enact damage on the structure of the ship given such high speeds.

Only a single organic human resided on board the ship, resting comfortably within one of the spacious rooms on a gel-like chair that molded to his body. His features were sharp, angular with an thin mouth and a pointed chin. His hair was shaved almost to the scalp and was a dark color, his eyes brimming with barely contained power, like searchlights they radiated a cold, white light as he looked forwards with a slight interest at the civilization ahead. He wore a simple black tunic, one that projected a subtle aura around him giving him an appearance of being cloaked in a shadow the flowed behind him if he would be walking.

What are our eventual plans with this farce? He asked ANA discreetly.

I would appreciate if you took these matters more serious, Aaron ANA replied to him, its mechanical voice always calm yet emitting an undeniable authority.

Aaron shrugged and asked, If you wanted serious, why did you ask for me specifically?

To that, there was no reply.

At last the ship reached the surface of the moon, rotating smoothly as it underwent the final deceleration phase. It now pointed vertically upwards, regrav activating in the last few moments to produce a slow landing, stubby legs unfolding and landing on the ground to provide the cylindrical base of the ship with some support. Now it really did resemble a knife pointing straight up into space, balanced precariously on its handle.

Aaron extended the t-field outside of the hull and to a point just below the ship. When he was satisfied that his internal biononics would protect him from the conditions outside he teleported out and began to walk towards where he supposed an entrance would be, his tunic unfurling behind him to give him a disquieting pair of dark wings to compliment his pale Nordic skin.

by **The Galactic Commonwealth** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:21 pm

The small Commonwealth fleet carrying the delegation radioed in for permission to land. As soon as it was granted, a motercade was unloaded carrying a massive delegation. They arrived at a warehouse they were renting for their temporary delegation headquarters. They would meet with other countries in the morning.

by **Jormengand** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:21 pm

120245123202: Nova Luna command, this is captain Merythis of the Aethrysian ship Zephyrus' Spear. We are now entering super-atmospheric orbit. Permission to land?
????????????: This is Luna Nova Com Center, you are cleared for landing in Dock 4, a comitee shall greet you shortly upon your arrival.
????????????: I presume your people breath an Oxygen rich atmosphere?
120245123202: Correct. Guardia Aqua administration has made the appropriate safety precautions in advance. Signal tracker to Dock 4.
120245123202: Destination confirmed. Continue.

The ship made its way to the Dock 4. Alterys equipped the ludicrous number of communisation systems, failsafes and automated weapons systems before activating his automatic bodyguards. Always useful, and they had a tendency to fade into the background just enough to forget about them when speaking, but not enough to forget them when planning to kill the ambassador.

They had only been used thrice before, and only actually fought once - a battle that they won despite several hundred foes opposing them. To be fair, the ship that had deployed them had also provided air support, but Aethrys had unbreakable trust in the machines after seeing one take a rocket launcher and three EMP grenades and keep fighting.

"We're landing," announced Merythis. Indeed they were. The ship made its usual graceful descent, and Aethrys exited by the side door, before observing his welcome party.

by **Finium** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:45 pm

Entering Onoran Space
High Command Ship, Endeavor

Commander Sinic was thrown against the wall of the bridge as the warp field fluctuated momentarily. The High Command had little experience with warp capable vessels, the Scientific Academy had only released their comprehensive report on warp fields ten years ago. The Augustians had inter-system ships, but refitting and remaking ships into warp vessels as well as working out the many bugs in their warp engines had taken time. The High Command had made first contact with the Onoran and had therefor been designated the great honor of transporting the Finian delegation to Nova Luna, but Sinic felt more than a little exposed, they hadn't had time to refit their armaments.

"Sinic to Engineering! What happened?" The commander barked

"Just an anti-matter flux, sir" Replied the crackled voice of the chief engineer

Sinic gulped, this wasn't his comfort zone. He still didn't understand why the High Command hadn't drafted Morians for this mission, they had been used in all of the tests.

"Inform Chancellor Rinic and Minister Zeric that we are nearing Luna Nova, contact High Command and update them on performance so far." Sinic ordered before requesting a channel be opened to the Moon.

Luna Nova colony, this is Endeavor requesting docking procedure.

Sinic relaxed, they were in one piece, now with a splotch of luck, these negotiations would go just as well.

by **Onora** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:56 pm

The Dock Doors of Dock 3 opened in the silence of space to reveal three individuals, two in armored blue space suits and the other in a purely grey suit, the being approaching was not like any they have seen, one of the Patrolmen makes a step back before straightening himself out again. The other seemed to hardly notice the man, but seemed to be more awed by the knife like craft it's self. The grey suited one raised a right hand up to eye level. She waited for some sign of reply from this Dark Angel that appeared before her. She would then motion him into the bay so that they may speak.

---

At Dock four the welcoming party, mostly some Engineers who had been in the hanger at the time, Two Star patrol men, and the Greeter. The Greeter, a blond headed clean shaven man who could be no more then 30 made not of the Ambassador's weaponry. It didn't seem very Onoran to come armed but then again these people were not very human either. The Reptilian appearance seemed to be unsettling to the colonist. The Greeter stepped forward; "Welcome to Luna Nova, Mega Corps finest, if you will follow me Mr. Ambassador, I can take you to the Debate Hall so things can get under way or if you would like, I am authorized to give you a tour of our facilities."

---

"What's the Status?" Asked the governor having entered the Command Center.

"So far no, issues," said his secretary, "some uncertainty amongst the colonist but nothing alarming, except for some armed diplomats. Sir, is this wise? We haven't had much luck with Xenos in the past-" holding on to blue gem almost shaking, she was interrupted by the Governor's raised hand.

"I don't need any reminders and I'd like it if we kept the past in the past."

"Yes sir."

"I'll be heading for the debate hall, make sure Maintenance and Sanitation is at hand for any personal issues that might arise with the delegation."

The Secretary bowed as the Governor made his leave.

---

Luna Nova colony, this is Endeavor requesting docking procedure.

The com center was the most active it had been in years. A Com Officer, in the usual Grey uniform of Luna Nova looked at the ship, checked his list, and proceeded to reply;

Permission granted, you have clearance to use Pads 1 and 2 should your ship require such. Approach at 32% and decent at a rate no more then 6 kilometer per bi-hour. Welcome to the Onoran System.

The Com Officer leaned back in his chair At least we managed to test our full communication capacities.

by **Jormengand** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 4:04 pm

"It depends," responded Alterys, "Upon when the other ambassadors believe that the meeting is taking place, and indeed upon when you do. While I would certainly like to see your facility, I would not like to delay the meeting."

Merythis, meanwhile, sat back in his ship, tense. Aqua command had assured him that there was no need for exiting the surface. He could only hope that they were correct. He relayed the situation back to them, hoping that all would continue to go as well as it had so far.

by **Onora** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 4:21 pm

Docking Bay 4

The Greeter looked at his Cronocom watch reading some text from the Command Center: Our monarch has yet to arrive and the rather large Commonwealth Delegation has been granted time to recuperate from their journey.

"We have plenty of time for a tour to be taken, please this way," Pointing to a door opposite the side of the Hanger with the Engineers, "We can begin with a look at our Solar Farms before moving on to our Hydroponics, Energy Center, Com Center, and the Lounging as well as, Mega Corp allowing, other areas that may be of interest to your honor."

The rest of the welcoming party either got back to work or left through the opposite door save for the Patrol Men who, though wearing their Armored suits had removed their helments, made it a point to stay a reasonable distance from the Ambassador.

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by **South Aztlan** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 9:45 am

This is South Aztlan Royal Space Yacht "Teotihuacan" requesting permission to dock". We also request that you allow our frigate escort, composed of the "Forward unto Dawn", "Savannah", "Pillar of Autumn", and "Huitzilopochli", to land.

by **Onora** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 12:31 pm

Com Center

This is South Aztlan Royal Space Yacht "Teotihuacan" requesting permission to dock". We also request that you allow our frigate escort, composed of the "Forward unto Dawn", "Savannah", "Pillar of Autumn", and "Huitzilopochli", to land.

One of the Com Officers checked the list, neither of these ships appeared to have clearance to dock. Lowering the mic he spoke;

"This is Luna Nova Com Center to Teotihaucan craft. Clearance has yet to be recieved, please keep reasonable distance and comply with the OSN Orion I while your files are reviewed."

The Orion I, on of the three Nembus Class Cruisers defending the system, moved steadily from it's orbit of Onora to the Teotihaucan and her escorts.

"This is the Orion I to Teotihaucan, you are here by or- requested to move into orbit around Malacor II, deactivate all weapon systems, and to keep a distance of 23 Kilometers from the Orion as we escort you to this destination."

by **Caecuser** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 12:33 pm

Nova Luna - Docking Bay 3

Aaron rolled his eyes at the Onorans formality and waved back at them, feeling only moderately foolish for doing so. He opened his mouth to speak, forgetting for a moment that he was standing in vacuum and closed it. He shrugged and walked into the airlock, feeling it seal shut behind him and the compartment pressurize itself. He deactivated his force field and a couple of other functions that had kept him alive outside and said, "Hey there, I'm authorized to speak with you guys for ANA." He paused uncomfortably for a moment and said lamely, "Well... take me to your leader?"

by **Onora** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 12:46 pm

Nova Luna - Docking Bay 3

The Greeter removed her helmet allowing her red hair to flow over her shoulders and chuckled a little, "The Monarch has not yet arrived thou he is due any moment now. Welcome to Luna Nova, I'm Lenda Wong, I can take you to the debate hall. It's just down the tunnel to the left here."

Begining to walk towards the tunnel one could seee the dock primarily empty save for three workmen, one of which wore a blue gem that seemed to glow slightly. The Greeter, Lenda Wong, began to converse agian, "If you have any questions I'll gladly answer them, we rarly, well, never have visitors from other worlds, we must truely seem strange to you by the way, I don't think I you told me your name, if you don't feel like it I'll understand, maybe." Chuckling a bit as she said so.

by **Caecuser** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:26 pm

Nova Luna - Docking Bay 3

Aaron was grateful that ANA was supplying the words for him to speak, otherwise he would have found it hard to communicate effectively since they would have been using different languages. Fortunately ANA had been studying local civilizations for some time and their whole language was being filtered into his brain. "You can just call me Aaron," he smiled. "Top of the list."

He looked around, realizing that his field scans and the equipment from the ship could tell him everything he would need to know about his surroundings so he simply asked, "Can you take me directly to the debate hall? I would prefer to ready myself for the other ambassadors."

by **Onora** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 2:49 pm

Nova Luna - Docking Bay 3

"Very well, as I said it's just through this tunnel." Wong, the Patrolmen, and the Ambassador enter the tunnel as the airlock closes behind them. The lights are dim and the rock surrounding the the walls are a dark grey, "It's fortunate you were told to land so close to the lift." Wong pulls a lever on the wall causing an elevator to lower it's self down, "You'll be the the only Ambassador present at the moment so if you need anything just press the com button, it's red, it'll be located next to the lift door."

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by **South Aztlan** » Fri Dec 07, 2012 1:12 pm

Onora wrote:Com Center

This is South Aztlan Royal Space Yacht "Teotihuacan" requesting permission to dock". We also request that you allow our frigate escort, composed of the "Forward unto Dawn", "Savannah", "Pillar of Autumn", and "Huitzilopochli", to land.

One of the Com Officers checked the list, neither of these ships appeared to have clearance to dock. Lowering the mic he spoke;

"This is Luna Nova Com Center to Teotihaucan craft. Clearance has yet to be recieved, please keep reasonable distance and comply with the OSN Orion I while your files are reviewed."

The Orion I, on of the three Nembus Class Cruisers defending the system, moved steadily from it's orbit of Onora to the Teotihaucan and her escorts.

"This is the Orion I to Teotihaucan, you are here by or- requested to move into orbit around Malacor II, deactivate all weapon systems, and to keep a distance of 23 Kilometers from the Orion as we escort you to this destination."

'All Weapons Systems have now been deactivated from the Teotihuacan and her escorts' "Over" replied Gen. Tarkin, Commanding Officer of the Teotihuacan. "The Emperor requests that the Orion I and the other cruisers stop coming closer to the fleet" added Gen. Tarkin

by **Caecuser** » Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:06 pm

Nova Luna - Debate Hall

Aaron thanked his escorts and dismissed them though he sensed that perhaps it wasn't his place; he did it anyway. He settled himself down in front of one of the screens, looking up at the holographic representation of Onora in front of him. He looked around him furtively, ensuring that the room was completely empty apart from himself and then pressed both of his hands against the screen, the OCtattoos across his body which had previously been dimmed to fade against his pale skin now stood out, violet lines of biometric circuitry across his body.

Where his palms made contact with the surface, tiny filaments grew outward and buried themselves within forming a tight colony of nanites that repaired the damage behind them as they spread themselves out across the computer systems there. They erased any sensor coverage of Aaron planting the nanites and Aaron settled back as they began to disperse across the entire base. Ultimately, no harm would come from them, they were there purely for ANA to install a fraction of itself within the base.

by **Onora** » Fri Dec 07, 2012 6:53 pm

Space

"Over" ... "The Emperor requests that the Orion I and the other cruisers stop coming closer to the fleet"

"They've lowered their weapons commander." spoke the Orion Com Officer.

"Very good," replied Commander Cody, "Inform them that the Orion shall keeps it's distance so long as they continue to move to Malacor II"

The Com Officer noded, "This is the Orion, we shall maintain our distance so long as the Teotihuacan continues to make it's way to Malacor II."

"Engineering," spoke the commander

"Aye sir?"

"Lower speed to mark 1, Helmsman, keep your distance."

Luna Nova - Debate Hall

The Governor existed with his secretary from the lift doors to see Aaron sitting back in his chair "Ah, Mr. Ambassador, on behave of Mega Corp I welcome you to our colony, I trust Ms. Wong wasn't too extrinsic?"

Luna Nova

The Royal Shuttle made it's landing in Dock 0. The announcement rang through out the colony by way of the PR system.

by **Finium** » Fri Dec 07, 2012 7:37 pm

A shuttle pod shot out from the belly of Endeavor and zoomed gracefully across the lunar horizon. The Augustians may have had trouble with warp fields, but with one-hundred years of inter-system travel, they knew how to build a shuttle. The shuttle landed softly on Pad 1, two delegates and two respective men-at-arms exited, ensconced in finery and spacesuits.

The First was Chancellor Rinic, the original backed for the Space Field Contortion Project. He was an average Augustian, though his eyes were lighter than some and his skin more luminous. The Chancellor was currently one of the more powerful men of the Central Government, his success with FTL Travel had brought him a great deal of acclaim throughout the system.

The Second ambassador was Minister Zeric, one of the members of the Ministry of the Exterior, which dealt with all things off Jraelic. The Ministry reported to several different branches of the Central Government, but most of its work was done for the Parliament. Zeric was taller than most, his eyes brighter and his hair blacker, but he wasn't the leader nor did his posses the lovely eyes of his compatriot.

The two guards were unique, in that one was Morian from Central Command and the second was Augustian from Imperial Command. The Morian's uniform was a dull white, trimmed with brown. The Augustian had an elaborate affair, with shining blacks and luminescent golds. Each held a Plasma Rifle, in this one way they were the same.

As Rinic stepped out he took a long sarcastic breath from within his helmet, "It's good be on land again."

Zeric stared at him, utter disappointment drenching his face, "Chancellor..." He said warily, "These people might not appreciate your sense of humor, please try to restrain yourself."

Rinic gave Zeric a sour look before looking around for their greeters, Augustians never like to be kept waiting.

by **Miyager** » Fri Dec 07, 2012 9:47 pm

SSV Antietam
Onoran System, approximately forty minutes out from Luna Nova.

The SSV Antietam began to slow its speeds and disengage FTL as it approached Luna Nova. Having traveled for over sixteen hours to reach the Onoran System, the SSV Antietam had almost arrived containing its important passenger: Ambassador Michael Stevens, who was to act as the representative of the human Systems Alliance at the Summit, carried a charge on his shoulders: to leave the Summit with an advancement of the interests of Earth and her colonies.

As the SSV Antietam (a frigate so named for the Battle of Antietam) continued its approach towards Luna Nova, the crew continued their work, while Captain Miller searched the ship for Chief Communications Officer Brown.

"Has anybody seen Chief Communications Officer Brown?" Miller announced over the ship's broadcast system. "He's supposed to be establishing the link to Nova Luna." the Captain continued.

Just behind Miller, was Navigation Officer Gonzalez. Gonzalez, knowing full well where Brown was, spoke up. "I last saw him in the bunks, still sleeping."

Captain Miller mumbled a quick "Thank you" under his breath before quickly making his way to the bunk rooms. Entering Bunk room A, he quickly spotted Brown lying face down on his bunk, sound asleep. He approached him and started to shake him.

"You were told earlier that you would need to be up by ST 12:30 in order to open a link and get our docking procedure and landing permission, CCO." Miller said, with an easily detectable trace of anger in his voice.

Brown quickly shot up upon hearing this, and jumped off of the bunk, standing facing the captain, quickly rushing in a "Apologies Captain" before saying "I'll be on in 5." as he began to change out of his sleepwear into his uniform. Brown was mostly an unremarkable man, 5'11" and hailing from London, made clear especially with his accent.

Captain Miller shook his head and left the room, followed a few minutes later by CCO Brown, as he arrived in the Bridge, sitting down and patching a link to Luna Nova Communications Center. "This is SSV Antietam, Human Systems Alliance, requesting permission to dock and for docking procedure."

by **South Aztlan** » Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:44 pm

Onora wrote:Space

"Over" ... "The Emperor requests that the Orion I and the other cruisers stop coming closer to the fleet"

"They've lowered their weapons commander." spoke the Orion Com Officer.

"Very good," replied Commander Cody, "Inform them that the Orion shall keeps it's distance so long as they continue to move to Malacor II"

The Com Officer noded, "This is the Orion, we shall maintain our distance so long as the Teotihuacan continues to make it's way to Malacor II."

"Engineering," spoke the commander

"Aye sir?"

"Lower speed to mark 1, Helmsman, keep your distance."

Luna Nova - Debate Hall

The Governor existed with his secretary from the lift doors to see Aaron sitting back in his chair "Ah, Mr. Ambassador, on behave of Mega Corp I welcome you to our colony, I trust Ms. Wong wasn't too extrinsic?"

Luna Nova

The Royal Shuttle made it's landing in Dock 0. The announcement rang through out the colony by way of the PR system.

Thanks a lot, we were making our way here because we request back up since an alien alliance calling themselves "The Covenant", began to attack our galactic colony of Reach, so we had to escape using cloaking devices, and decided to come over and ask for reinforcements." the Emperor of Aztlan relayed over the holocom, to the Onorans. "That's why we applied for acceptance to the alliance

by **Caecuser** » Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:23 am

Luna Nova

Aaron acknowledged the arrival of the Governor with an almost lazy incline of his head, sitting up a little straighter. He replied, "Not al all, Governor. Not at all. Now, I am authorized to deal with you on ANA's behalf though ANA itself may be joining us soon."

Meanwhile, the nanite infiltration system he had imposed was almost finished, the information streaming straight into a conduit which snaked up to meet his starship out on the landing pad. His eyes widened perceptibly as he gave a brief overlook of the information and considered how useful it may be.

"When will everyone else be joining us?"

by **Onora** » Sun Dec 09, 2012 9:36 am

Luna Nova - Pad 1

The dock doors opened allowing a greeter and two Space Patrolmen to exist. Their heads seemed to nod a bit as they examined the colorful atire wore by the Augustian delegation, the glow from the helmets seemed odd but they quickly accredited the glow to a lighting system. The one in grey, the greeter, raised his right hand to eye level and then motioned the delegation to enter the dock. The King and Queen of Onora had arrived and the delegation would be shown to the Debate Hall as Soon as possible.

Luna Nova - Com Center

"This is SSV Antietam, Human Systems Alliance, requesting permission to dock and for docking procedure."

"This is Luna Nova, You are clear to land in Dock Two, your main ship is to come no more then 23 kilometer from our station, Shuttle and or other transport delivering delegation must decrease speed to 30% upon reaching 12 Kilometers from the Docks. The Meeting is to be held shortly, a party of three shall escort the delegation to the debate Hall. Enjoy your stay."

The Com Officer turned to his senior, "That, wasn't too wordy was it." The Senior said nothing and continued to, unknown to the Com Officer, bid his time with a game that mostly resembles Pong.

OSN Orion I

One of the senior officers spoke quietly to the Commander who then turned again towards the Emperor; "I shall relay this information to my Monarch as soon as the summit has ended. I must regretfully inform you however that a review was taken and South Azlan was not accepted into the Alliance. I'm afraid your ships will have to leave the system. Should all go well you may find the aid you sought."

Luna Nova - Debate Hall

The secretary let go of her blue gem, and smiled a bit, at least he's not that creepy she thought going over all the alien images that flooded her mind before.

The governor: "The monarch has arrived and should be here to in due time, other delegations are being moved this way as well. What, what do you mean by Anna joining us soon? I don't remember hearing of her coming with you."

Secretary: "Sir, (whispering)"

Governor: "Oh, you, Anna is a computer." the governor looked side to side a little paranoid, "I suppose you have a method of up linking it to our systems some how. I don't know how that would work. I think I'll just take a seat over here." The governor began to sweat a bit as he took his seat and his secretary placed a portfillio next to him before walking back to Aaron.

Secretary: "I, my name is Lane, the governor gets like this some times. Can I get you anything, some coffee perhaps or some hot tea?"

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