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Leavatia
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Postby Leavatia » Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:21 am

The planet of Leavatia, a planet that lies right smack in the center of nowhere and everywhere at the same time. This icy cold white blip in space was centered in one of the largest intergalactic trade routs in the entire galaxy, and people had just recently began to considered it nuetral territory. A planet this strategic would normally be fought over for years so this extremely profitable shipping lane could be controlled and taxed by whomever possessed a larger fleet. A dominating presence that nations time and time again have fought to take, but never succeeded.

Although the Leavatians who inhabited the planet and its three equally cold moons, who were considered technologically inferior in all ways, were finally taking the steps to defend themselves from the next greedy nation to try their hands at this stopping point. The planet, which recently had a regime change, was undergoing major reformations from a peaceful non-interventionism state, to a more aggressively independent state that may or may not prove fatal to planetary economies everywhere.
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A black screen appears all over Leavatian telecommunication devices everywhere, no face, just black. A booming voice comes on to announce something important to all listening "The planetary and colonial master of all the Leavatian people speaks..." Blared all over Leavatian telecommunication devucices everywhere, causing people to think. In the entire history of Leavatia, the leader never shows him or herself to the subjects.

Then the black screen turns colorful, and a beautiful pale skinned woman appears. She smiles an evil looking smile, and begins to talk to her subjects from a lavishly decorated room in the Palace of the Imperials. "My people...my beautiful people. We have been sitting in the shadows for too long, watching ever expanding planetary empires fight the tireless war to survive, become larger and more powerful. And many years ago, we had many of these long extinct empires knocking at our doorstep attempting to subjugate you and steel the potential wealth our planet hasn't explored yet. A wealth that may not only benefit the small Leavatian Empire as a whole, but you as an individual.

Although to explore this wealth...I need your undying loyalty and support. A single planet and a couple of moons cannot just simply survive long without a fleet of warships to support it, and a defense network that is not even working right doesn't count. I am proposing that we build a large fleet and take control of the sovereign territorial space around our planet that is rightfully ours. With all this major shipping is going unchecked, if we play our cards right, we may very well control one of the more major shipping lanes in the entire universe. The money generated from this wealth will be enough to put more then five meal a day on every family member's plate with a bit extra left over for the pets.

Now please...please band together for the sake of every Leavatian man, women, and child. Head to the nearest naval shipyard and sign on. I cannot stress enough how important it is for you to do your part in the rebuilding of the Leavatian planet. Each individual is needed to take part for this great planet to flourish."
The screen went blank again, this time, nothing. Although people started flooding the ship yards and naval recruiting office to do their part as the Empress said.
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Flying through the sky at high speeds was the one of the newest ships to be considered a warship in Leavatia. This vessel, an Elenya class heavy destroyer, was armed with forty heavy pulsed partial accelerator cannons linked in batteries of five. Supporting these awe inspiring weapons were two forward facing heavy mass driver cannons that would decimate any ship in one hit, although were hard to use since the enemy ships were not going to be sitting around waiting to be shot. And for point defense and anti-fighter, over two hundred light pulsed partial accelerator cannons which were fully automatic and able to find and destroy a target in less then one second.

This ship, which was named Midnight, was flying straight towards a small flotilla of three merchant vessels trucking their way by the planet. "This is Vice Admiral Hessa and the crew of the LSS Midnight, you are in Leavatian Imperial space and are advised to turn around or be fired upon." he said from the bridge of the vessel. He waited a few seconds, then continued to talk "you have 4 seconds to comply...4...3...2...1...FIRE!"

Without even letting the merchant vessels reply, the main forward cannon instantly penetrated the ship in the lead, causing it to halt dead in it's tracks. The vessel was a sitting duck just beging to be hit again. So Hessa gave in to his inhibitions and pulverized it with the secondary weapons. The other two ships began evasive maneuvers and making preparations for a jump to light speed, but came under fire from the heavy secondary weapons of the behemoth named Midnight. One of the merchant vessels was struck in the reactor area and ignited like a supernova, causing considerable damage to the neighboring merchant vessel. Although it wasn't enough to knock out the ships engines and hyper drive generator, and it managed to escape destruction like its sister ships.

"Damn, they got away. Oh well, at least we left an impression." Hessa said to himself. Then he sent a message to the Empress, letting her know that his end of the plan had gone according to plan. And that is was time to send every empire a notice they shall not like hearing.

To the planetary Empires of the galaxy;
this is Empress Monique D'Aubainne. My people and my planet have long stood by and watched you take advantage of our sovereign territorial space, and we are proclaiming that you shall find yourself another punching bag to use for profit, or face destruction. I personally am claiming 200 light years in all directions of the home planet of Leavatia as our own planetary space.
Have a nice day; Empress Monique D'Aubainne
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Government of Leavatia:

Leavatia is an absolute monarchy. The Empress has total control over everything in the country, including businesses (only in times of emergency). Then there is an Overseers Council with 2 Imperial Overseers from each state (13 states) in the country. The Imperial Overseers are elected every 2 years. Although they are suppose to be the people voice in the government, they are merely her majesties puppets who have very little power in the government.

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Postby The Fedral Union » Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:02 am

”Who the hell do these people they think they are?”

Exclaimed president Sagen leaning back on his chair, he looked up at the holo monitor and placed a hand on his chin. He mulled over various things in his mind . General Addams was on the line and had sent reports of these “said claims” over to the President for review.

General Addams responded he stood there in a crisp military fashion at attention.

”Sir, what they have done is piracy and its also a direct threat to national security, as we have military assets in their zone of claim, we have to respond”

President Sagen gave an exasperated sigh, he folded his hands infront of him on the oak like desk, his eyes averted to a picture of his nephew to the right side. He looked back up to Addams and nodded softly, he knew they had to respond one way or another. They couldn't just sit back and let some imperialist power attempt to have their way with their trade routes. This was piracy of the highest caliber. These claims of abuse were also unfounded the TA had never heard of this nation or star system.

The President finally responded after a second of silence.

”Then we have no choice, order our forces in the area to full alert and deploy them along effected routes. I shall notify the senate....

The general merely nodded, he gave a salute and his projection disappeared from the quiet ornately decorated office. President Sagen sank back in to his chair again. He crossed one leg over the other and folded his hands on his lap. After a few seconds of thought he shifted and placed a palm on the comn unit in his desk.


A woman with blond hair donning a suit and tie flickered to life as the link to the capitol was established. She adjusted her tie and looked up at President Sagen speaking in a soft voice.


”Mr President, how can I help you?”

Sagen merely nodded to the senator, he stiffened in his chair leaning forward.

”We need to talk, I assume you just got the reports about this “Leavatia” place?”


The female looked to another direction she rose a hand and waved it, a moment passed then she gazed back to President Sagen.

”Now I have, sorry for that delay I had other things to contend with . You've order forces to protect trade lanes then?”




The President gave a nod, he responded to the query.

”Listen , I'm going have the senate on stand by for an emergency meeting in case things heat up. So suggest you clear your schedule for the next few days.”

The senator frowned , she was the majority leader of the federalist party. She was irate that she had to clear her plans, but couldn't blame any one but happenstance. She nodded waving her hand and responded in a calm voice.

”I guess we have no choice, this nation poses a threat and if they want a war they’ll have to start it remember.”

President Sagen Nodded, he said with a soft tone.

”Thank you speaker banks.”

The female nodded and disappeared.


==Operation Wombat==


The bases that the Terrans had around the center of the galaxy were placed on high alert, operation code named “Wombat” was put in motion by Terran cent-com.

Admiral Nelson sat back on his command chair. The Cronus had been on patrol in the north until recently, the veteran admiral gazed across the sector map -several cursors surrounded groups of freighters and ships in the area, “the exclusion zone” that this power had claimed was highlighted in yellow. He drummed his fingers over his chin the Ships AI flickering to life and looking at him curiously.

The massive heavy cruiser was silhouetted against the bright veil of stars that graced this area of space. In contrast to others it was quiet crowded -its form was flanked on all sides by destroyers, strike cruisers and various heavy frigates. In all sixteen ships made up the task force. Nelson gazed to the AI, his lips curling in to a soft smile.

”Are the ships all ready?”

”Of course they are, I know what I'm doing. The AI responded with a plain tone in her voice. She had taken the form of a lithe brunet haired female.

”Of course you do I never doubted that. -he chuckled a bit.- Well that choke point they've decided to claim is a key route to colonies. Our orders are to challenge this claim. All hands General quarters!”


Klaxons began to blare for a few seconds, lights went dim, con soles began to have a glow as combat lighting engaged. Nelson stood up from his chair and started to pace. He nodded to the AI his mind still seething with a myriad of thoughts.

The AI took that as the order to jump. - Portals flared to life engulfing each ship both large and small, their forms lunged through space time in to hyper space blue and white energy conformed around them until it formed sort of a tube, the massive four point five kilometer long heavy cruiser moved with haste followed by its escorts. Several moments passed, the cruiser ripped through space time over a group of freighters.

The aperture in to hyperspace flared to life it was as bright as a star and out shined everything else in local space for a split second. This portal graced the veil of darkness , ship after ship rushed out of smaller portals before they all collapsed in amongst themselves. The fleet surrounded the large heavy cruiser, each of their slender yet rough hulled form had the light of the local system beating upon their hulls.

Nelson looked at the AI. Then he gazed at the map, the holographic map had zoomed in to the local sector and context boxes popped up around the various ships. He spoke to the AI in a calm tone of voice, his eyes gazing up at a tactical console giving a three dimensional image of his ship.

”Send both messages.”

The AI nodded it had taken the liberty of moving the fleet closer to the group of freighters moving towards the Terran gate installed in this star system.


A message was directed at the “hostile government”

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 “To whom it may concern, the government of the Terran alliance refuses to recolonize your claims. Your hostile actions towards any freighters or trade routes in this sector  is disturbing, and as such our government has authorized  ships to escort freighters to  the local gate in this system. Any attack on Terran Assets or freighters will be considered an act of war. We do not wish to act aggressively but your courses of action are provocative and due to your claims we have no choice but to protect our interests. We extend a diplomatic offer to  discuss your concerns with other powers, but let it be known the Terrans have done nothing to warrant such a blatant disregard  of international law.

Sincerely, President Richard C Sagen

Senate of the  Terran   Alliance.



The AI spoke to the freighters in the system after sending the governmental message, her voice was some what nonchalant about things. She was of course as war ship and she didn't have much tact.

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 This is the Terran Alliance  Cronus to all friendly vessels and freighters,  we've arrived to cover your ships from any hostility, if anyone fucks with you we'll kick they're ass...


The message was short and simple, the AI crossed her arms over her chest and winked at Nelson who just shook his head. He didn't worry about the lack of professionalism, after all he had gotten used to it by now.
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Postby Kesou » Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:22 am

Colonial Ship Kesou, Locust Fleet, Unknown Location
Silencing the recieved messages' fourth playback with a firm press of a button, Leader Reeztar let out a harrowing laughter, reinforced and mechanized by the crude filtration unit he wears over his face. <This is our sort of occurance, Councillors. These claims almost always end in dire conflict.> His clicking language resounding throughout the circular chamber he stands in, the twelve humanoids he speaks to elevated on chairs of their own, masked much the same as their leader to prevent anything but the toxin their protective suits produce to stream into frail lungs.

<We should not involve ourselves, Leader.> One of them speaks out in rising frustration. <The last time we openly supported anyone, we were dragged into it. Weeks of war before we allied ourselves with both sides.>

The leader of them lets out a wheezing scoff at the statement, replaying the message quietly as he speaks. <Leader Retaan do Irinar ka Jieron was frail. Complacent. Would you rather, Councillor, that we merely do nothing? Let resources waste? Opportunities fall? Have you forgotten what it is to profit off of others?>
Muttering erupts in the hall, silenced as the man in the middle raises his hand to gesture for that very thing. <We will send them an encrypted response, and send an envoy of gifts, as we always do. Slave Sarai needs the experience. If she returns alive.. well, perhaps then they will see us profit from their aggressive actions. And yes. I would see a human make first contact of our Fleet, Councillor, before you speak.>

The same councillor as before rises to speak, but finds himself dissuaded at gunpoint, two of the other men around the walled edges raising their pistols swiftly. Democracy at it's best! Sitting back down, no further discussion takes place.

<I expect this done today, Councillors.> Leader Reeztar finishes, and merely pushes another of his buttons. Slowly the small circle he stands on sinks into the hull, a hidden elevator taking him out of the chamber.

No more than two hours later, a ship detaches itself from the massive fleet, skimming past the barricades of steel and vented toxins. A cargo freighter, no larger than any other of it's kind, though with visible modifications, the added engines the biggest tell. Seconds later, it surrounds itself with a brief, bright flash, and vanishes into the reaches of space.

----Begin Decryption----
---Start Message---
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To the Glorious Empress of Leavatia.
I am Leader Reeztar Ij Karmun Rel Jasdir of the Locust Fleet.
We have recieved your claim, and as explorers and wanderers of the sea of stars, we congratulate your decision of soverereignty and protection of your own borders. However as our people has learnt in the past, such claims do not sit well with those that would do you ill.

As a sign of goodwill, we are sending you a cargo ship without scannable identification, carrying gifts for your courts. We hope they are too your liking, Glorious Empress. Also in the cargo freighter lies samples of what we produce and procure, and would be willing to trade with you, given enough interest for mutual profit. Our liason will hold answers to what questions you might seek, and will arrive as the sole pilot on the freighter.

The Locust Fleet congratulates Leavatia once more, and hopes for a wealthy trade.

---End Message---
----Decryption Finished----

Cargo Ship; Silver Dart
Alarms blaring. Great. Rubbing at her temples slowly, Sarai pushes to her feet from the hard bed she lies upon, if only to seek the communication device on the wall of her cramped room. The alarms fall to silence immediately, a hounding gesture no doubt. <What is it, WP?> She clicks and hums much like the native speakers of the tongue, though human, bred to speak the language since she was little. A mechanized reply, metallic voice. AI?

<We are progressing at a speed of fourteen times the speed of light, Slave Commander Sarai Dirin. Estimated time of arrival to source of intercepted message; Ten hours fourty-seven minutes.> This prompts another sigh from the woman, not with the greatest of etiquette scratching at her backside in weary abandon. <Great. I get to sit around and do nothing for almost eleven hours. Out of all the cargo ships, they give me the only one that doesn't need a crew.>

<I can register and send a complaint to the Arms Council for their decision if you desire, Slave Commander Sarai Dirin.>

<Uh, no. No, that won't be necessary. And do just call me Sarai.>

<Negligence to properly restate title whilst adressing your compatriot is rude, Slave Commander Sarai.>

She sighs heavily. Great. Regardless of her disposition to the self-controlled ship, she veers out of her door to find the restroom. She was possibly the only one on the fleet whom preferred to manually cleanse her mouth, instead of those weird machines the Kesourians built for them. Pretty sure they injected something, too. A brief shudder. Needles. Urgh. <So whom'I displaying the wares to, WP?>

<Instructions indicate you are meeting with the Empress of Leavatia, or another official from their nation, Slave Commander Sarai.>

Perhaps lucky she didn't already fill her mouth with cleansing wash, she coughs a hacking gasp as her breath stops in her throat. <What?>

<Observation performed indicates you do not require repeat of statement, Slave Commander Sarai.>

<..Maybe I should look over the actual instructions properly.>

<The Arms Council prepared proper clothing for you also, Slave Commander Sarai. Unlocking cabinets.>

Sighing again, Sarai mosies her way out of her restroom anew, glancing around as indeed a cabinet erupts from a metal sheet of a wall, the previously clinically empty room, save for her bed, now hosting a precious wooden bench with a single set of cloth on display. <Playing Mission Briefing, Slave Commander Sarai.>

<This is going to be a long ten hours..>

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Postby The Turian Hierarchy » Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:28 am

The freighters MSV Morning Star, MSV Cavernous Krogan and MSV Twilight Herald were on a routine hauling mission at the time, transporting optronic computers to a trade partner several thousand lightyears from the Hierarchy. The commander of the group, Captain Kellus Taerdoran, had ordered the ships to drop from FTL in orbit of a nearby planet to discharge their drive cores into its magnetosphere. As was normal for a trade flotilla, they pushed the drives as far as they could to save time, and Taerdoran had done just that. Had they pressed on much further without a discharge, the build-up of static electricity would have escaped into the hull, risking the electrocution of numerous crew members. As they were carrying electronic equipment in their holds, such an eventuality would not have been particularly profitable either.

They were in mid-discharge when the alien ship appeared, and on the issuance of its threat Taerdoran ordered a general alert. It would not be sufficient for the unprovoked aggression of the aliens, though - the freighters carried only a handful of low-yield guns to ward off pirates, and their kinetic barriers were only rated to withstand the impact of space debris. Taerdoran watched in horror as the alien attack disabled Twilight Herald with one shot, tearing through its barriers and mutilating the hull plating, before a second shot tore through the hull completely, igniting the emergency fuel cells which surrendered to thermal overload and exploded. Twenty-six turians, and a couple of volus, were killed in an instant.

"Full retreat!" Taerdoran ordered, not only to his own ship but to Cavernous Krogan. "Continue signalling our surrender, all frequencies and full lingua-code!"

As the slow freighters turned their bulk to move to retreat, not even bothering to fire their weapons at the military-grade destroyer that followed them, the alien ship then fired a third shot at Cavernous Krogan. Her main reactor took a direct hit, and an uncontrolled chain reaction immediately occurred. The resulting explosion knocked Morning Star to port like a ragdoll, and the operations officer reported several hull breaches in his panicked voice. Though all turians underwent military service at the start of their adulthood, only Taerdoran had actually had any combat experience, and his crew were not accustomed to such violence. Despite the head injury he had received from their jolt, Taerdoran seized the helm and, using the explosive wave as a form of external propulsion, brought the Morning Star about, and he engaged the mass effect core.

She vanished into the distance, though didn't get particularly far. The damage to her ion drive forced the ship to a standstill some five hundred lightyears away, and she began to list. Immediately she sent off a request for aid to the Hierarchy, including a full report of what had transpired and a general distress call.

***

The Primarchs did not have a great deal to discuss when an emergency meeting of the Primarchy Council was called. An unknown alien force had launched an attack upon freighters bearing the transponder codes of the Hierarchy, and action was necessary. While the First Reaction Fleet, supported by the Fifth Guard, was mobilised in orbit of their largest colony, Taetrus, the government issued a standard message in response to the aliens who had so bluntly assaulted their civilians.

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Official Communiqué from the Turian Hierarchy


Empress Monique D'Aubainne;

It recently came to the attention of the Primarchy Council that your nation mounted an unprovoked assault upon a civilian merchant fleet originating from the Turian Hierarchy. Destroying two ships, severely damaging a third, and causing the end of almost fifty turian lives, your reprehensible attack upon defenceless freighters leaves us with little recourse.

Hereby, you are instructed and required to submit to turian judgement. Your government shall enter into a contract that shall extract from you reparations of a sufficient quantity as to cover the loss of the vessels, and their crews and cargoes. You shall issue a formal apology to the Hierarchy and the families of the deceased. And a formal agreement shall be drafted to permit the entrance of civilian vessels into your territorial borders without the application of violence on your part, to ensure that such an assault does not occur again.

Failure to submit shall indicate that you mean to present yourself as a threat to the security of the Turian Hierarchy and its peoples, requiring us to take appropriate measures to ensure that you do not remain a threat.

You have one standard Palaven day to respond.

Affirmed by the Primarchs of the Hierarchy.

Sincerely;

Executor Rellas Jerovin,
The Turian Hierarchy
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Postby Leavatia » Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:36 am

"Look at all these replies from imperialist whores of planetary empires. It makes me laugh that they even have the balls to attempt to respond." The Empress said to Imperial Overseer Vitaly as she was looking over communications while walking through the large halls of the Palace of the Imperials. "I want all my pretty destroyers out their looking for enemy ship, and I would also like it if the battle ships kept their presence masked on our moons. Those leviathans need to remain hidden just in case we get into real combat."

"Madam, are you suggesting we assault the enemy ships in the area?" He said, not actually wanting to start a full scale war just yet.

"No no no...I just want them to shadow the ships and maybe detour them from getting to close to our homeland." She said before she gave the Imperial Overseer a forced smile and quickly walked off to respond to a couple of the letters.

Once in her writing room, she began to reread all the letters and began muttering to herself about each one. "The Terran Alliance want a diplomatic meeting...No response to them at the present time seems good." She said under her breath as she deleted the letter. "The Locust Fleet wants to trade, that seems like it warrants a response." She said as she saved it to respond a bit later. "Reparations? Apology? I don not think so." Then after looking through each letter, so picked only one to respond to, and it was the one that actually showed promise.

To the Locust Fleet;
I have personally received your letter and I feel all warm and fuzzy knowing that I have a supporter whom also wishes to begin trade relations. I am prepared to take your vessel and bring it to a space port so we can unload the cargo and I am prepared to give your entire crew accommodations of the finest in the Imperial Palace. I thank you for the support, and wish you luck. Until then;
Empress Monique D'Aubainne

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The midnight was at it again. The Elenya class destroyer and its sister ship were moving towards a group of ships. The old style monitors of the Midnight may be old and out of date, but that doesn't mean they perform any lesser as they easily picked up a group of ship in their system. "Well lets go check these buggers out shall we." Vice Admiral Hessa said in an odd tone.

So they punched the throttle and made their way at high speeds, since the Elenya was a fast mover, towards the unknown ships. "Look at that, and entire task force just at our doorstep, lets get closer." The admiral said to the bridge crew, who were obligated to do what he said.

So closer the got, they got so close that they began passing through the unknown fleet to see that it had the markings of the Terran Alliance. So they began shadowing the fleet from a not so subtle distance of in the middle of their formation with all weapons and armor powered up, but not locked on. "Lets see what they do now, martyrdom seems like a good way to die dont you think?" The admiral said out loud, not looking for any responses. "One more thing, Helm, train the front of your ship on the biggest and baddest ship in this pack, if anything happens, fire the mass driver and punch the accelerator. I want to make sure we ram the fuck out of that piece of shit"

OOC: Just cause I didn't respond doesn't mean I am not interested in you guys RPing with me. It just means the leader is a bit belligerent.
Government of Leavatia:

Leavatia is an absolute monarchy. The Empress has total control over everything in the country, including businesses (only in times of emergency). Then there is an Overseers Council with 2 Imperial Overseers from each state (13 states) in the country. The Imperial Overseers are elected every 2 years. Although they are suppose to be the people voice in the government, they are merely her majesties puppets who have very little power in the government.

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Postby The Fedral Union » Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:40 am

The AI crossed his arms over its chest, it gazed at the zoomed in sector map, the ship had set off sensors in advance of their arrival. Admiral Nelson frowned, he watched as the ships moved in to formation, an idea popped in to his head. His lips curled in to a grin, he looked to the AI who knew what he was thinking already. Nelson sat back on his command chair folding his hands on his lap. The map indicated the course and positions of the enemy ships clearly.

”Point blank range... Well then show them what we can do, engage tactical jump drives, move us around the gate.”

By now the Terran freighters were significantly closer to the gate. -The heavy cruiser and its task force once again pushed in to space time instantly jumping to the other side of the gate. The ships came out of their jump facing down the enemy vessels that thought they could get the drop on them. Nelson stood up from his seat, he motioned his hand to the AI. A communications link was opened to the ships that attempted to shadow the task force.

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 “This is Admiral Nelson of the Terran alliance fifth fleet task force ten  I don't know what your doing but you are to maintain  a two million kilometer distance  from our ships if you do not comply we will be forced to open fire.


the link closed with a blip, Nelson gave an exasperated sigh resting his hands on the sleek holo console in front of him, he drummed his fingers upon its form. His gaze averted to the AI, he knew how things could go from hear, but he was sent to protect the freighters moving through this system. He stood from his slump and adjusted his uniform. The Cronus had won an engagement citation for its actions in the north. Nelson was going to make sure it would win another if this situation became any more dim. Across the hull of every ship in the fleet, armor plates retraced unavailing deadly hives of weapons, the cruiser it self was significantly armed.

The Cronus was a fortress in an of itself. Trippe barreled 400 mm guns whizzed and swung around to target the lead enemy ship. Missile tubes were exposed , conversion disruptor and gamma ray laser emitters crackled to life. The amount of energy from the cruiser and the rest of the Terran fleet was frightening.

”Lets hope they're smart enough not to go head to head with us.”

The AI grinned, she looked at Nelson and uncrossed her arms. The say the least she was amused at this situation .

”Well more things to kill.. But such a pity they want to end their lives in such a way, for what just for glory?”

Nelson furrowed a brow, he placed his hands on the armrests of his chair and gave a plain response to the AI.

”Look Cronus its not like we aren't trying to save them the trouble. Hell we offered to talk, but they want to be bloody difficult then let them come.”

The AI merely chuckled, she turned away from Nelson gazing towards the myriad of personnel working at their stations. She exhaled , her thoughts raced through her expansive mind. She relished the fact that comb at might be coming after all. As a war ship she wanted battle . She wasn't an escort or a pleasure ship. Her scars from the previous camping in the north had been healed, but she still had them on her mind. She looked back at Nelson who was sitting on his chair, his companion drone perched on a console next to him.


”Why do powers act so unreasonably?”

Nelson mused aloud, his companion drone, a metal hawk shaped artificial construct responded.

”What can I say? Politicians don't know what war is, and those that do tend not to get us in to war so much. For all we know the people ordering their ships to harass us are whine sipping debutantes playing kingdom.”

”Humpfh Should be so arrogant . But I do find it such a shame they want to send their solders to their deaths just to claim space. They wont even bother speaking to us, well its they're funeral..”

Cronus furrowed a brow once more, she interjected in to their line of conversation.

”Why should we care, they want to die, let them. I want to sharpen my claws any way.

A sadistic grin came over her face, she looked down at her right hand starting to file her long nails. Cronus was hardly cruel but she was cold , war battle death. This had made her so, she grit her teeth before leaning on a bulkhead staring down at Nelson and his drone.

Nelson responded confused at the tone of the AI.

”Well, let them come to their deaths then, it could be avoided with simple negotiations but they refuse. This might be the start of a long campaign.”

Cronus just smiled she nodded at Nelson.

”Good I maybe after we crush them they'll think twice about threatening us.”

”Someones pissed”

The hawk said cocking its head and looking at the female. The AI simply waved a hand nonchalantly, her mind was seething with anger and contempt.

”I'm a warship not a a diplomat that should tell all...

”Hey that doesn’t mean you have to be so cold about it.”

The female merely growled. She turned away from the admiral and the hawk simply strolling to the front of the elongated triangular bridge- The walls around her flickering to life with a three hundred and sixty degree view of space-. The veil of stars brilliantly filtered in to the room.

The task force stood its ground, ships armed every bit of their weapons. Defenses were at full strength. Several Warrington class frigates shimmered out of existence blending in to the fabric of space time it self , the small two hundred and fifty meter ships made their way to out flank the oncoming enemy force.
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The Turian Hierarchy wrote:(Snip)She vanished into the distance, though didn't get particularly far. The damage to her ion drive forced the ship to a standstill some five hundred lightyears away, and she began to list. Immediately she sent off a request for aid to the Hierarchy, including a full report of what had transpired and a general distress call.(Snip)

OOC: Is this ship still out there transmitting a distress call? If so, I'll bring in a group of traders and explorers responding to it.
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Postby Kesou » Wed Jul 14, 2010 2:41 pm

Silver Dart, Outside Leavatia Space
<..So you're saying that she might take offense if I call her by her title? What kind of a sick society is that?> Having finally gotten around to cleansing her mouth and brushing her teeth with the electric handlebrush almost eight hours later then planned, Sarai peers strangely at the small monitor hosting her current conversation, an idle movement of her hand as it whitens her teeth to pristine condition.

<Some cultures recorded in my seventy six percent accurate log suggest that you refer to them as their last name, or hold another title for this person, Slave Commander. Applicable suggestions would be Your Majesty and Your Highness.>

She scoffs quietly, but takes the time to spit before speaking again, a frown as she turns the reckless machine off and puts it away. <That's ridiculous. What's wrong with Empress? If I was Leader, I wouldn't stroll about wanting people to call me Dirin. Noone calls me Dirin anyway!> A faint smile tickles at the edges of her lips as she considers an alternate reality where such was possible, yet dismisses it with a shake of her head. <So what does 'Your Majesty' mean..?>
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Running at sub-light speeds not to suddenly break an appearance, planned into the route from the start, the automated systems known as 'WP' aptly fly the ship within the self-proclaimed borders of the original claim. Calculated, the message is pre-recorded, and automatically broadcasted to the targetted source of the same message.
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Leavatia, this is the Silver Dart.
 Approach upon your territory has begun.
  All systems running silent.
Estimated Arrival: 2 Hours 14 minutes.

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<You think I could ever be an Empress, WP?> Sarai ponders, kicking back in her chair as she awaits the long haul on sub-light engines. At least she'd slept through most of the hyperspace journey, and read up on her mission half a dozen times. Now she had nothing to do but talk to an AI.

<Of course not, Slave Commander. You were bred into a Commander family, and have been schooled to be one since. You must direct crews, not guide civilizations.>

<Leader was a Commander. -Every- Leader has been a Commander, as far as I know.>

<They were also the correct race.>

She sighs quietly, lifting her hand to wave away the bothersome topic once and for all. Realizing it might not see such, she quickly adds; <Forget it..>

<I am unable to do so.>

Sarai blinks lightly, busying herself boredly with correcting her khaki trousers. She'd have to redress into all black, complete with the protective cloak cast all around the body. Like a true Kesou emissary. Pretty fancy. <Why? You don't know how?> She quirks a light grin, finding her comeback devilishly badass.

<One of my directives is to record everything for evaluation on the Locust Fleet.>

<..What? Oh, no. You can't be serious..> She sighs deeply, getting up from her seat. Probably is true. Knowing the Arms Council, they'd use whatever she'd said during the last nine or so hours as signs of treason and shoot her. She wasn't going out like the others. Nope! <Alright. Where's your memory core..?>
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Postby The Turian Hierarchy » Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:16 pm

Rinsing wrote:
The Turian Hierarchy wrote:(Snip)She vanished into the distance, though didn't get particularly far. The damage to her ion drive forced the ship to a standstill some five hundred lightyears away, and she began to list. Immediately she sent off a request for aid to the Hierarchy, including a full report of what had transpired and a general distress call.(Snip)

OOC: Is this ship still out there transmitting a distress call? If so, I'll bring in a group of traders and explorers responding to it.


(OOC: The ship will continue transmitting its general distress signal until either somebody comes to the rescue, blows it up, or the turian fleet arrives, at which point it will be automatically rescued if not already. Sounds like TFU plans to beat you to it, though!)

The end of the deadline set by the Hierarchy passed without a response; within a second of that deadline's passing, another message was dispatched. This one was simpler, and shorter.

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Official Communiqué from the Turian Hierarchy


Empress Monique D'Aubainne;

One standard Palaven day has passed, and no response to our prior communiqué has been received. Your nation and all it represents is now considered to be a direct threat to the Turian Hierarchy, and steps must now be taken to nullify that threat.

Affirmed by the Primarchs of the Hierarchy.

Sincerely;

Executor Rellas Jerovin,
The Turian Hierarchy


***

The military machine of the Hierarchy Fleet was in full swing in orbit of Taetrus. Numerous warships that had been docked with the space stations nearby to take on supplies had now broken free of their moorings and joined the rest of their group, which was amassing into a significant force.

The First Reaction Fleet, the premier mobile taskforce of the Hierarchy, was one of the frontline fleets in the navy. Though young compared to the lineage of most turian fleets, it nevertheless possessed an honourable spirit that commanded respect amongst all who served in it. Designed to be flexible and rapidly mobilised, it was purpose-built for this very type of expeditionary mission. As the final ships joined formation, it virtually blotted out the sun on the planet below; twenty-four dreadnoughts, sixty cruisers, four strike carriers and seventy frigates, along with a number of supply vessels were arranged in a wide, three-dimensional cube formation, with the strike carriers and supply ships at the heart, dreadnoughts on each corner and the cruisers and frigates interspersed between.

Legate Etarn Tirorn had the hefty task of coordinating his fleet for battle as rapidly as possible, but the seasoned veteran of the Unification Wars took it in his stride. He presently remained in the combat information centre of his flagship, the Palaven's Might, standing on the platform at the very rear of the CIC that overlooked every station in a most imposing manner. An enormous hub of activity, the CIC of this dreadnought was so large that he frequently needed to use the intercom to communicate with crew members on the far side of the triangular room. Right now the fleet, including the Might, was at Stage Two alert - ready for combat, but not imminent combat. Most of the necessary systems remained on standby mode, as there was little use in activating them when they remained a couple of days travel away from their target.

Colonel Corraen Taldarius stepped up to the platform and took up a position beside the Legate, standing to attention until the Legate acknowledged him with a courtesy nod. He and the Legate were fast friends, having served together as young officers in the last few days of the Unification Wars, but turian discipline remained rigid when they were on duty.

"Legate sir, the fleet is prepared for departure," Taldarius said, having to raise his metallic voice to overcome the commotion of the CIC.

Tirorn nodded solemnly, turning his high-crested head to look at the small eyes of his comrade. "Signal all ships to enter the mass relay in one minute, Colonel," he said, his voice deep and gruff. The Colonel nodded to one of the officers directly beneath their platform, who immediately entered the order into his orange holographic screen.

"Where are we headed once we reach Invictus, Legate?" the Colonel enquired.

"Leavatia," Tirorn said simply, and added nothing more.

The Colonel flapped the fins on each side of his mouth in a display of annoyance, showing the sharp, spiked teeth within his beak-like mouth. "I've not heard of such a place."

"Neither had I, until our mobilisation order yesterday," Tirorn shook his head, before barking a brief order at the communications operator. "That backward nation is responsible for the unprovoked and merciless destruction of the civilian freighters several days ago, however. They refuse to respond to the Primarchs communications, and so they have been deemed a threat to the security of the Hierarchy.

The Colonel said nothing, simply nodding with a knowing expression on his roughly textured, grey-skinned face. He knew what that meant, and the notion of these barbarians butchering helpless freighter crews gave him no cause to feel sympathy towards them. There wasn't any honour or justice in such a thing, especially as the news reports suggested they had signalled their surrender. Even pirates boarded ships and occasionally spared their crews in such circumstances; these savages simply blew them to pieces with little warning and no reprieve.

"The Fifth Guard will meet us at Invictus, adding another four dreadnoughts, twenty-five cruisers and forty frigates to our number," Tirorn continued. "I have hopes that this will be a short pacification. Less than they deserve. But be ready for anything, Colonel."

Taldarius nodded once more, his eyes mirroring the determined stare of his commanding officer. "The VI estimates that the journey from Invictus will take just over two days and six hours. We shall be combat-ready on arrival, sir."

"Good," Tirorn said, patting his old friend on the back reassuringly. "I shall be in the conference room engaging in final debriefing with Central Command."

"Understood sir," Taldarius nodded. With that, the tall figure of the Legate turned, and disappeared behind a door at the rear of the CIC.

The minute was up. The First Reaction Fleet moved in an unbroken formation towards the large mass relay, which would transport them nearly instantaneously to the Hierarchy's most distant colony, Invictus, from where they would engage their mass effect drives and begin the journey to Leavatia.
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Postby The Star Eaters » Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:40 pm

The ship was near death. Its hull in tatters, its once glorious armour and weaponry reduced to shards of metal and plasteel, the Thundercaller was a miracle of luck- the fact that it stayed together at all was proof in itself of some sort of divine power, or at least that is what many an engineseer and Legion serf thought sourly during their darker moments of thought. Having narrowly survived destruction at the hands of Xeno forces by emergency-jumping into the warp, the ship of the Terran Empire now found itself stranded in the middle of unknown space. With long range communications dead, and supplies rapidly dwindling, the remaining warriors aboard the Thundercaller await for yet another miracle.

Two hundred Marines. Brother-Captain Jetherus Syne of the Terran Empire thought as he observed the scurrying figures of the legion serfs as they hurried to fix what they could of the broken form of the Thundercaller. Once the ship had held a thousand of them, now, it held almost none. Jetherus shook his head as he remembered the incredible battle that had occurred just a week before. The original Captain of the ship, a small fellow by the name of Trin had done all he could to fight the xenos as they tore the ship apart with weaponry so devastating it would have scared the Marine, if it wasn't for the obvious- as every citizen of the Kaelan Empire knew, the Marines of the Emperor knew no fear. All he had seen was an opportunity, but Trin, thinking only for his ship, ordered the jump, for better or worse. And now he was dead. The ship had originally been almost three times the size it was now- the weaponry employed against it had basically ripped it in half. Tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers killed, seven hundred marines, lost. It was a huge loss for the Empire, and soon it would be even bigger- this ship would not last. And as far as anyone knew, civilisation would be light years away, far from any of their vox arrays.

The serfs parted before him like water before a ship, his towering form both inspiring, but also terrifying. The Imperial Marines of Terra were the most respected and feared warriors in all of the Empire, and for incredibly good reason. Supersoldiers created by the Emperor himself, a handful of Marines could conquer entire worlds. And all they needed was a ship, or fuel at the very least. Any other man would have despaired, but not a warrior of Terra, not a Marine of the High Lord of the Segmentum Solar. Jetherus brushed a gauntleted hand through what little hair he had left, and in his mind he went over for the hundredth time the ways he could get these soldiers back to Terra. The situation seemed hopeless. Dozens of the Thundercaller's rooms had already been sealed off, the danger of them breaking off into space meaning it was too hazardous for serfs to go there. The vox in his armour bleeped, and he sighed as he suspected another request from engineers to have another room sealed off.
"Aye?" he said, his voice deep but not without emotion.
"Brother-Captain, we have heard something over the short-range voxcasters. It could be important, lord." His lieutenant, Sergeant Freest responded.
Jetherus' eyes flared. This was what he had been waiting for, this is what could get them home. "I'm on my way, Sergeant."

The door to the bridge slid open, and an ocean of voices blasted the Captain like a wave. He saw Freest examining a nearby holo-table, his eyes lit up in thought. The Sergeant spun around to face him. The bridge went silent as its occupants saluted to the ship's captain.
"Brother-Captain." Freest nodded, the red lens of his robotic left eye spinning in its socket as it focussed in on the Captain's features.
"Sergeant," Jetherus nodded, "you said there had been a development."
"Indeed there has." Freest nodded, and turned to the holographic table. The voices had returned now, but at a much quieter frequency. Despite this, The Captain heard everything they said, no matter how whispered, his geno-enhanced ears easily picking out the serfs' voices. "Play the message." He ordered to an awaiting engine priest of the Mechanicus. Like all priests of the Red Planet, the thing was more machine than man, most of his electronic accessories hidden beneath a dark, crimson robe, which, was now looked quite tattered. Obviously, the battle had even affected the engineseers, who usually prided themselves on neatness and order. The message appeared in front of the Captain and he read it in an instant.
He looked to his lieutenant carefully. "This may be our chance to get home, Sergeant."
"But lord, when these people find out who we are they will destroy us!" Freest said fiercely, his bionic eye whirring.
"They are not going to find out, Sergeant." Jetherus replied slowly. Freest looked at him with confusion, and opened his mouth to say something when Jetherus continued. "Not, until it is too late, that is. Open up a response I can send, and be quick! These vox casters could short out at any moment."
To the Empress of Leavatia.
I greet you in the name of the Justaris Federation. I am the commander of a small trading vessel which has been the victim of a large band of pirates. As we are in your newly proclaimed area of space, we turn to you for this assistance. We urgently require fuel and supplies, please, help us!

Commander Tirion Justeron of the Justaris Federation.


The Captain closed the connection, and looked to his lieutenant. Freest said nothing, still looking at the holotable with a strange glance.
"If we unveil who we are, they will shoot us down before we get close. If they think we are some old trade vessel they will be relaxed and confident, this will be their undoing." Jetherus said, walking past the armoured form of his battle-brother.
"But when they realise the ship's actual size they will know for sure it isn't a trade vessel." Freest answered, turning to the Captain.
"By then, Sergeant, it will be too late."
"I hope you are right, Captain." Freest murmured, his eye glowing bright in the darkness of the bridge.

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Nelson looked over at the sector map. A small glowing yellow dot appeared , he furrowed a brow and looked at the AI. It was an unknown contact sending out a signal. The AI yawned a bit filing her nails as if she was bored.

She finally spoke up about the beacon by now Nelson had figured it was some sort of distress call by the patters of transmission.

”It seems we have a group of ships under attack, we are required to respond to the distress. Might I suggest sending a ship or two?”

Nelson sighed, he adjusted his uniform then sat back on his chair. He sank in to it mulling various things over. He couldn’t ignore a ship in distress he made a decision, he stood up from his seat and gazed over to the AI.

” Send these three ships the Arleigh Burke, the Columbia and the Kirov.”

He pointed to the group of Terran ships, they were spread around the force so they wouldn't leave a hole and so that the task force could compensate. The AI merely nodded.


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Such a busy day, the commander on the Arleigh Burke thought. His name, Kelly Sinclair. Or KS for short. Many of his friends knew him as a hot shot destroyer captain who was famous for trapping pirates. To say the least these events had brought on much needed entertainment for him at least. The AI of the Burke appeared as male officer. -He flickered to life in front of Kelly he crossed his arms over his chest. Kelly raised an eyebrow and looked up. He snapped out of his random thoughts watching as screens lit up with new orders.

The AI said in a clam voice.

“Kelly, are you with us captain?”

“Yes of course I am, I was... just thinking”

” right.. You should know we have new orders..

The AI spoke as if it were a biological.

”I can see that, distress call at quadrant psi omega...”

Kelly stated, he drummed his fingers across his smooth chin. He looked over to the sector map and stood from his chair .

He gazed to the AI and spoke.

”Well no time like the present. Prepare for hyper jump.. Jump us right behind the distressed ship.”

The AI merely rolled his eyes, he folded his hands behind his back. The destroyer and its two frigate escorts banked to one side, they rushed through space time a blue portal flaring to life outshining the nearest star. The ships lunged through the hyper space lane they were carving towards the system. The Arleigh Burke was a four hundred and fifty meter destroyer. Well armed for its class , the ship was a Solairs class destroyer . It was flanked by two frigates separated by a void of darkness but visible by them carving out their own paths.

Several moments passed, the space behind the Turian ships opened up with a flare of energy. The ships rushed from the mouths of these unstable vortexes. The portals closed a split second later the Terran ships formed in to a wedge formation and slowed to a crawl.

”Put em up on the comns”

Ordered Kelly. He sat back on his command chair adjusting himself. He looked professional but did have sort of a hot shot like aura around him.

The AI nodded, a blip could be heard as the comn channels were opened.

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”This is  Commander Kelly Sinclair of  the Terran Alliance ship  Arleigh Burke to hostile vessels. Cease and desist your attacks or we shall be forced to engage you.  You have sixty seconds to comply.


The comn was cut, another message was sent to the freighter in distress .

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”It looks like you guys are in a spot of  trouble, fall back behind us we'll keep em off of ya.


Kelly smirked, he motioned to the AI with his left hand. The destroyer banked to the right its gravatic engines crackling to full power space warped around the sleek ship as it strafed to make its way in between the retreating freighter and chasing vessels. Armor plates of all the ships retracted, ball turrets and missile tubes were exposed. Various five inch guns also seemed to be spread around the hulls of the Terran vessels. The turrets turned targeting the raiding ships.
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Government of Leavatia:

Leavatia is an absolute monarchy. The Empress has total control over everything in the country, including businesses (only in times of emergency). Then there is an Overseers Council with 2 Imperial Overseers from each state (13 states) in the country. The Imperial Overseers are elected every 2 years. Although they are suppose to be the people voice in the government, they are merely her majesties puppets who have very little power in the government.

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Postby Rinsing » Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:11 pm

The Turian Hierarchy wrote:(OOC: The ship will continue transmitting its general distress signal until either somebody comes to the rescue, blows it up, or the turian fleet arrives, at which point it will be automatically rescued if not already. Sounds like TFU plans to beat you to it, though!)

((OOC: Ah, but my people don't know anyone else is coming. If TFU gets there first, then that'll just mean more rescuers, presumably.))

"I'm picking up something interesting here, chief. Dras, would you give me a hand?"

Sensor Technician Malon Kalzi-Neel vil Kaldrak sent a link to his station to Drasil Rendas-Melgam, the on-duty communication tech, then set to work refining his readings.

"It's some sort of distress call, I think." he continued.

"The transmission's rather distorted, but it's definitely a distress signal." Dras confirmed.

Chief Relim Teth-Vanak considered this for a moment.

"Can you tell if they're under attack?"

"I'm not sure." the communications tech replied, her voice uncertain. "The translation software's having trouble with it, probably because of the distortion. I don't think they are."

"As best I can tell, the signal's been going for a while." Malon put in.

"Lay a course to their location and relay it to the others. We're going to check this out. If it looks too risky when we get close, no need to enter normal space. If we can help and they can pay, all the better. If they can't..."

Relim raised his furled wings in the rastav shrug. "Well, we're looking for possible trading partners. A bit of rescue work can't hurt in establishing our reputation."


Comm. lasers flickered briefly, then the five ships of Relim Teth-Vanak's branch of the Kaldrak Spike of the Splash of Spikes turned and swept off through that layer of reality which the people of Rinsing called Sastomon. Rescue was on its way.
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The Dyellians lived way out on the fringes of space... mostly. There was also one central world that they shared with a number of other nations. This was exactly the way the Dyellians liked it, they could do their own thing, mine and destroy planetary ecosystems without anyone really bothering them. They were not what people would usually describe as an 'Empire' or even a 'State', they were more a lose collection of autonomous and semi-autonomous States unified around a common monarchy and culture and sense of collective security. They were good at making weapons, digging stuff up and selling it to people. They were especially bad at research and development, prefering to steal technology than develop it themselves.

The message reached the planet of 'Binak' some time after it reached the more centrally placed Galactic Empires. While the Homeworld Nations had ignored the message, being more concerned with organising homeworld security than getting involved with any interstellar situation, the Government of Statenland had no intention of entering disputes with non-Kingdom states on the homeworld (their neutrality was strategically useful to the Kingdom as a whole); they were free to meddle.

Governor Morrison's Office was on the outskirts of 'Red Badger', the capital of the Confederated Principality of Statenland. It was a pleasant enough planet, a little dry perhaps, with large land masses and fertile plains on which to rear livestock. The view from Governor's office window was directed away from town, offering a sweeping vista of grassland that seemed to carry on forever.

Morrison sipped at his tea, imported from Guyan farms on the homeworld and considered just how peaceful the scene before him seemed. The way the grass swayed gently in the breeze, the cattle munched contentedly, it all seemed so perfect... right until there was a knock on the door. The knock startled Morrison who almost dropped the tea cup as it rattled against the saucer, spilling hot liquid across his fingers, "Come in." he called, setting the cup aside.

"Howdy!" the young blonde girl who entered the room with the cheerful rustic accent was none other than the Princess of Statenland. It had been convenient to have her during the Sovereignty War, and like her cousin back on the Homeworld, she had proved a more than adept motivator, a Joan of Arc for the Outer Colonies. The Princes' Palace/Statenland Parliament was still unfinished, but certainly there was enough of it for Constance to live in, and she rarely found her way up here now unless there was something she thought was important.

"Always a pleasure." Morrison smiled, "Tea my dear?"

She shook her head, "No thank you, Sir. Much obliged though... I was just wondering if you've seen the missive from Leavatia? Com stations picked it up this morning."

Morrison was drawing a blank on that name. Leavatia, where the heck was that? "Can't say I have, no. Is it important?"

"I spoke to Parr and Bathe." she began to explain. Citing the two military commanders as sources on diplomatic insight was not something Morrison would usually do, but Admiral Parr was at least an insightful sort, "They reckon its the precedent set by the missive that is the the problem."

"Do you have a copy with you?" Morrison asked, prefering to read whatever it was the Princess was talking about before commenting on it.

Immediately she produced a folded piece of paper, handing it to Morrison who read it quietly, before handing it back. He frowned for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I think Parr and Bathe are right on this occasion, it sets a dangerous precedent. We can efectively ignore them and carry on doing our own thing though, I see no reason for a response. Certainly no reason which will bring profit to Statenland."

"I want to cock a snoot... metaphorically of cause." Constance seemed to have entirely ignored his advice Morrison noted, "Let everyone know we are here. That kind of behaviour is going to anger a lot of people, which means explosions and derrelicts and whatnot, and if we are friends with whoever is winning, then we can turn up with half-time oranges and loot any derelicts while we are at it."

Morrison frowned, this all seemed suspiciously Machievellian, "You want a war to break out so we can claim salvage?"

"In a word.... yes. If there is no war we just call the ships back and return home. Simple. If we manage to cultivate some allies and trade partners in the process the Homeworld Nations will be eternally grateful as well."

Things were rarely simple in Morrison's experience, "Okay, what do you want me to write?" he asked.


From: Governor Morrison, Binak, The Confederated Principality of Statenland, a Nation in Commonwealth with the Blessed Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi.
To: Monique D'Aubainne, Empress of Leavatia
Subject: Declaration of Sovereignty

the Confederated Principality, speaking on behalf also of the Kingdom of Outremere wishes to declare that it does not acknowledge the claim to sovereignty over all space in a 200 light year radius of Leavatia. We acknowledge the claim to the system within which Leavatia is located and the systems in which any colony is located. Unoccupied systems, according to established precedent are to be rendered the territory of the first State to seed a colony within the system. We condemn such Imperialist ambitions over space.

Regards,
J. Morrison,
Governor of Binak and Acting Prime Minister of the Confederated Principality of Statenland

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Postby Leavatia » Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:51 am

OOC: I have no idea of this battle going on. None of my ships are in combat right now, so you guys are kinda chasing a wile goose. Oh, and remember, I am not a power really. Just a planet and a couple of moons.

---- ---- ---- Leavatian Fleet HQ ---- ---- ----

"Hm, lots of recent activity all around this planet all the sudden. Where is Hessa, he is suppose to be shadowing a group of ships?" Said Imperial Overseer Vitaly, the man in charge of the fleet, from a fleet HQ situation room.

"Well sir, our last reports put him directly in the enemy formation." A high ranking woman looking busy said to him almost immediately.

"Well that's not good Commander..." He said back to the woman "...most people do not like being shadowed that close. Well I will let him make his own decisions against the hostiles out their."

"Well we also have reports of a damaged trading vessel from someone calling themselves the Justaris Federation and a message here about an invasion force heading our way from the Turian Hierarchy. Oh, and the silver dart shall be on approach very soon, so I feel that you should notify the Empress of it's coming." The commander said, taking the words right out of the Overseers mouth.

"What is your name commander and how are you this well informed about everything going on when you are many ranks under me?" Vitaly said, a little irritated that one of his underlings knew more then him

"I am Commander Alanah of the destroyer Voorhoede. My destroyer is actually scheduled to take off for the damaged trade ship with gunship and fighter support. I am in the loop because this screen here is telling me all I need to know." She said, before turning around and looking at the monitor again.

"Well as you were Commander, and good luck on your mission." he said, a little embarrassed that he didn't know about that little monitor. Although how would he, he was a political figure that was given charge of the fleet. Then watching as the commander left to go to mission briefing, he went straight to the monitor and figured that this is where he should stay till the Empress was wanting to talk.
---- ---- ---- LSS midnight, middle of enemy task force ---- ---- ----

"With all due respect admiral..." said the captain "...I do not feel like this is a good day to die. We are but two ship in the middle of an enemy formation. We are majorly outgunned by around 16 vessels here."

"Well we have the more maneuverable ships, and it helps that we are right in the middle of the pack. Any stray shot from them will be friendly fire. They will do more damage to themselves then to us, although I understand your concern for the crew and your ship." The admiral said, not making any gesture to move off course.

The captain just sighed, "at least I have my affairs in order." he muttered to himself as he walked up to the large window overlooking the flag of the enemy fleet.
---- ---- ---- LSS Voorhoede, responding to "small trading vessel " ---- ---- ----

"We have it on screen now madam, and it looks a lot bigger then a small trading vessel" Helm said as the ship approached slowly with all hands to battle stations.

"Hmm, I don't like the looks of this. Ready the fighters and gunships, and make sure the Marshal knows to have his marines ready at all choke points and the hanger."
Commander Alanah said while her ship was creeping up on what they called a small trade ship, the mass driver trained right onto the broadside of the vessel.

"All that you have asked for is done, and we a fighter and gunship screen out their waiting for your orders." Helm said.

"Alright, lets send them a transition to this...trade ship?"

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To trading vessel of the Justaris Federation, we are coming up on you and would apreciate it if you would stand down any armed forces you may have aboard, we shall be sending gunships in to board your vessel and secure it so it may be towed back to our home world for repairs

---- ---- ---- Palace of the Imperials ---- ---- ----

"Well that is good, our new cargo shall be here soon. And you have another message for me, happy days huh?" The Empress said sarcastically to an assistant. She took out the message from a folder and began to read about Statenland and their claiming of any planets in the Leavatian system not Unoccupied planets and systems in the area. She laughed and began to speak again "What other systems...This is the only habitable planet in the system, lets not bother replying to these ignorant fools."

"And you have one more madam, it is from the Turian Hierarchy, they are on their way to pacify our race as they put it."

"Hmm, I don't like that, looks like we may need the battleships after all. Make use of our new defense network, although have the general only bring it online when they are in range. I want people to continue to think it is still broken like it has been for hundreds of years"

"I will get right on that madam" The assistant said before quickly walking in the direction of the communications center of the palace.

"Well they are in for a treat..." She said before trailing off towards her bedchambers to change for the dignitary heading in soon.
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Government of Leavatia:

Leavatia is an absolute monarchy. The Empress has total control over everything in the country, including businesses (only in times of emergency). Then there is an Overseers Council with 2 Imperial Overseers from each state (13 states) in the country. The Imperial Overseers are elected every 2 years. Although they are suppose to be the people voice in the government, they are merely her majesties puppets who have very little power in the government.

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Postby Leavatia » Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:08 pm

OOC: Forgot to mention the Leavatians are masters at piracy, deceit, keeping secrets and surprise warfare. Although at the moment, none of this is IC knowledge since many of you have never had to deal with my people.
Government of Leavatia:

Leavatia is an absolute monarchy. The Empress has total control over everything in the country, including businesses (only in times of emergency). Then there is an Overseers Council with 2 Imperial Overseers from each state (13 states) in the country. The Imperial Overseers are elected every 2 years. Although they are suppose to be the people voice in the government, they are merely her majesties puppets who have very little power in the government.

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Postby The Turian Hierarchy » Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:55 am

"Are you alright Captain?" a voice called from the ether. It sounded distant and muffled, as though someone were calling to him from the top of one skyscraper to the top of another, the voice being drowned out by the journey. "Captain?" That one sounded closer, though. Kellus Taerdoran emerged from his dream-like stupor and immediately wished he'd remained unconscious - his head felt like a krogan had been beating him over the head with a starship for a week. Opening his beady eyes and waiting for his vision to focus, he saw his first officer looming over him amid a cloud of mist.

"I'm fine, Voran," Taerdoran muttered as his talon-like fingers clutched his forehead, sitting upright. "I could use some painkillers though."

He had apparently been thrown from his previous position to one half-way across the control room, smacking his head on the floor in the process. The sudden deceleration caused by the failure of their mass effect field and their main engines had overwhelmed their ability to dampen inertia, and judging from the similarly-wounded crewmen staggering around nearby, he wasn't the only one. The Morning Star didn't appear to have fared much better; smoke lingered in the air, the emergency lights were on, and many of the holographic consoles had been deactivated - perhaps by explosions.

"What's our status?" the Captain asked, leaning against his second-in-command as they walked towards a chair.

"The explosion of the Krogan damaged our mass effect core and our main drive systems," Voran said. "We barely got five hundred lightyears before the field collapsed. Our engines are offline, and the core is struggling to just provide us with artificial gravity. Severe hull stress has been reported across the ship, and our life support system is offline for emergency repairs."

"How long for?"

"The techs aren't sure," Voran shook his head, but didn't appear concerned. "We've got about seventy hours of breathable air left in the auxiliary tanks, though, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'm more worried about the thermal control systems though; our main radiator has taken some damage. But I've informed the Hierarchy of what happened, and we're broadcasting a general distress call."

"Good work," Taerdoran groaned, struggling to lower himself down into the chair. "Tell the engineers to focus on the radiation systems for now. We can last seventy hours without life support, but I'd rather not be boiled alive before then."

"I'll tell them Captain," Voran nodded. "And I'll tell the surgeon to see to that head wound after he's finished with Lieutenant Garruken."

"Fine," the Captain said with a wave of his hand.

"Incoming ship!" shouted one of the bridge crew from a console that seemed to be sizzling and sparking dangerously.

"Get the manoeuvring thrusters online!" Voran shouted, pacing over to the helm. "Prepare for evasive action!"

"Wait - incoming transmission!" the officer shouted back.

"Let's hear it," Taerdoran said.

"It looks like you guys are in a spot of trouble," a voice crackled through the speakers. "Fall back behind us we'll keep em off of ya."

"Keep 'em off us?" Voran pondered aloud. "Are we being chased?"

"Who cares, they're not the guys who shot at us so maybe they can lend a hand," Taerdoran shook his head. "Open a response frequency."

Unknow... ssel, this is the Hierar... ing ship MSV Morni... ar, we have suffered ...vy damage to our ma... ffect core and our engines, unable to manoeuv... perly. Any assis...ce you can provi... appreciated, over!
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Postby Kesou » Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:16 am

Alone the ship sailed in, still running silent, as if though it were a wreck of conflicts old just causelessly floating towards the homeworld of Leavatia. Appropriate scans however, would detect the single lifeform aboard, prepared for her first independent meet with another civilization. First for everything, as they say. Interceptions would detect the encrypted hail sent from the ship as it drew further towards the planet.

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Leavatia Docks, this is the Silver Dart.
Approaching planet from sector seventeen.
Requesting Landing Zone.
End Message.

---

Sarai runs her hand through her hair a last time, a stressed sigh slipping past her lips nervously. An Empress. While the word held no actual meaning to her, it was not hard to figure out she would hold the same power as Leader. <Are you certain I look appropriate, WP? What if I somehow offend their customs?>

<Calculations suggest punishment for such actions would come into place. Either on site, or upon your return by an angered council.>

<Great. You're so uplifting and supportive.>

<Those are my primary directives.>

<Really?>

<Negative.>

She sighs heavily. She was so stressed, she fell for bad jokes from a computer now. Restless, she busies herself with looking through the manifests a fifteenth time. If she said something wrong, faltered in confidence whilst showing stock, chances are she'd come back empty handed. This is what she was trained to do. Well, mostly command slave ships, but negotiations were part of that too. A slide of restless fingers over her face to focus. Did she even have to offer up kinetic weaponry? Pff. A light catches her attention, flashhead bulb glaring with red tint at her. <WP?>

<We are nearing our destination, Slave Commander. Given clearance, we will land in the next seventeen minutes.>

<Seventeen?! You said I'd have half an hour for a last check-through!>

<You seemed so into it already, Slave Commander.>

<Gah! You're impossible!> With that, she flees the cramped space supposedly her living quarters, speeding towards the hold on the majestic cargo carrier. Had to make sure the crates were in order. So much to do. So little time.
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Postby The Turian Hierarchy » Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:59 pm

The First Reaction Fleet arrived at its destination, keeping some one thousand lightyears clear of Leavatian 'declared' space to avoid detection. They moved towards a nearby gas giant in the unoccupied star system, roughly one and a half times the size of Jupter, not only using it to mask their own presence but also to discharge their mass effect cores in its gargantuan magnetosphere - the larger ships especially appeared to have sheets of colossal lightning streaking down towards the planet as the build-up of static electricity left their hulls, the result of nearly two and a half days of constant high-speed FTL travel. As the fleet resumed its cube formation with the grace of a flock of birds, the Fifth Guard slowed to sublight just to their rear, assuming their own inverted 'V' formation, swooping beneath the much larger fleet they were supporting and taking up a position ahead of them. Their barriers were charged to low-levels, if only to repel any space debris that might drift in their direction, but otherwise they were largely apathetic in orientation.



Legate Tirorn and Colonel Taldarius both entered the CIC of Palaven's Might simultaneously, though arriving separately through the rear port and starboard doors respectively, and both stood beside each other on the command platform overlooking the main console cluster. Taldarius stood a little over an inch taller than his superior, though the Legate was possessed of a longer crest, consisting of four back-swept prongs rather than the Colonel's three, which gave the illusion of superior height. Both had the same facial tattoos however; a blue decorative design often adorned by loyalists during the Unification Wars, designed late during those same wars purely to allow the loyalists to distinguish themselves from the separatists, whose tattoos often had far older, more intricately symbolic meanings. Both wore the black body armour with blue trim, the uniform of the navy, though the Legate had an extra stripe adorning his left shoulder as compared to the Colonel's four.

They briefly had a private conversation on that podium, before turning around in unison. The Colonel began giving orders to his crew, while the Legate took the attention of the operations department - specifically, the communications officer. He instructed the subordinate to open fleet-wide communications, using laser-linkups that couldn't be intercepted, and addressed the various ship commanders.

"This is Legate Tirorn to all ships. We have arrived near Leavatia, our target for this operation," Tirorn spoke up, in the most authoritarian tone his deep, flanging voice could muster. "Our first priority is to secure the shipping lanes through this sector of space - any civilian ships not aware of the situation here must be protected at all costs. For this, the Fifth Guard shall be deployed within the 400 lightyear sphere declared by the rogue government of Leavatia. All ship commanders in the Fifth shall deploy to positions of their own discretion at the end of this message.

"The First Reaction Fleet shall remain out of sensor range for the time being. The Leavatians are to believe that the Fifth Guard is the totality of Hierarchy forces deployed to this region. Should they attempt to engage any element of the Fifth on a large scale, the Fifth shall signal with a secure narrowband signal, and we shall move in. Round-the-clock drills are to be run by all warships in the First until then.

"Our second priority shall be to monitor any and all movements within Leavatian space, friend or foe. All strike carriers are to deploy stealth drones to equidistant points throughout their sphere of influence. The Fifth shall monitor their readings and transmit them via secure narrowband to us. We need a full outlay of what we are facing, in order to proceed with our third priority.

"Let's make this region secure from massacres from this day forth, people. Legate Tirorn out."

Tirorn stepped away from the railing and glanced at Taldarius, whom gave him an approving nod.

"I remember the speeches you used to give to our unit back in the day," Taldarius said, slightly raising the flaps on either side of his mouth in the closest expression a turian can get to a smile. "They were usually less tactical, and more inspirational, though."

"Age will tarnish even the sharpest of blades," Tirorn said wryly. "Practicality must always come before sentiment in scenarios such as this. Besides, I don't think any inspiration is necessary - we're securing a reasonably small region of space, and helping civilians of all nationalities in the process. That should be enough."

"You'd think so sir," Taldarius nodded. "The younger officers always need a little pomp in their orders, though."

"Maybe next time, if I'm in the mood for it," the Legate said with a slight laugh. He looked down at the main galaxy map, a holographic representation of the galaxy which resided at the centre of the main console cluster beneath their platform. It had zoomed in on the region of space they inhabited now - the Fifth Guard was already in FTL, moving at speed towards the highlighted sphere of space that the Leavatians had claimed their own. It appeared as though the Fifth had split their forces into four flotillas, as he expected from that fleet's commander. Each flotilla was based around one of the large dreadnoughts, with a roughly equal dispersal of cruisers and frigates to support them. As they closed the distance between themselves and Leavatia they spread out from each other, moving to assume positions that would effectively allow them to police the entire sphere, particularly the primary trade route that passed through there.

Simultaneously, the strike carriers that remained behind with the First Reaction Fleet launched hundreds of stealth sensor drones between them, which began to use their own small mass effect cores to propel themselves towards numerous positions within the sphere. Using passive sensors, various ECM systems and stealth materials to hide their presence, and even their own small mass effect cores to reduce their apparent mass, they would be difficult to detect without closing to small ranges.

"For now, instruct a cruiser to look for the surviving turian freighter," Tirorn said quietly to the Colonel as he looked up again, satisfied with the way his orders had been carried out. "They must be out here somewhere."

"Yes, Legate," Taldarius said with a salute.

"And start some combat drills aboard this ship would you?" Tirorn added, as the Colonel walked off. "I want everybody performing at their best."

***

As the four flotillas of the Fifth Guard entered the Leavatian Sphere, as it was now known by the turians, they began to assume positions that would give them the opportunity to easily deploy to any area within that might need their presence. They never entered the Leavatian star system itself, for the moment appearing to adhere to the more 'traditional' measures of sovereign territory commonly accepted in the galaxy, but they had effectively surrounded it. Their barriers charged to full as soon as they left FTL, and their weapons systems remained on standby alert. The commander of the Fifth Guard, Brigadier General Garrus Laoptimus, aboard his flagship Swift Justice, immediately signalled the intentions of the Fifth on a wideband transmission, in full lingua-code.

This is Brigadier General Laoptimus of the Turian Hierarchy Military, commanding officer of the Fifth Guard. This region of space is now secured by the Hierarchy - any and all acts of unprovoked aggression shall be dealt with swiftly and without reprieve. Any civilian vessels in this region are advised to register their passage with one of our four checkpoints before transiting near the Leavatian system. All military assets of the rogue government of Leavatia are instructed to stand down and return to port immediately. Laoptimus out.
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The Star Eaters
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Postby The Star Eaters » Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:49 pm

"They are going to annihilate us before the boarding ships get halfway." Freest said bluntly, his arms crossed over his barrelled chest that was several times the widths of a normal man's. Jetherus smiled and shook his head.
"This is where it gets interesting, Sergeant."
"Interesting?" Freest raised an eyebrow, but knew better to question the Brother-Captain.
Jetherus sighed, and looked at the slowly rotating holographic image of the enemy ship. "I wont lie, Sergeant. Men are going to die this day, but when my Marines get onto that ship it will be a bloodbath."
"That is what I am afraid of, lord. We have no idea of the technologies they employ."
"Nothing can defeat us, not the warriors of Kaelis Ra, Freest. A Sergeant of your experience should know far better." Jetherus hissed, the bridge turning silent as the serfs caught on to the conversation.
"We have just barely escaped from one of the biggest losses in all of our history, Captain, and so we must exercise caution." Freest answered icily, but careful not to appear insubordinate. "It is as a Sergeant of "experience" as you say, that I must be the voice of reason in this, Captain." Freest was of course right, and Jetherus remembered the man's age. Almost a hundred and fifty years of glorious service was what Freest's history comprised of, and his tactical wisdom was something any sane commander would not ignore.
"I understand, Sergeant," the Captain said, more slowly this time, "however, my decision is final." Jetherus turned away from the Sergeant and went back to the vox. "Open up communication. Keep it written, we need to keep the charade up as long as possible."

Greetings, friends, and thank the Maker that you are here! The pirates have returned and have taken control of the ship, the bridge wont hold out for long! Do not fire, I repeat, do not fire, we still have civilians on board!

Jetherus cut the connection quickly. He turned to a waiting legion serf, already speaking his next orders. "Tell my Sergeants to have their squads ready in two minutes." The serf hurried off, and Jetherus nodded to Freest.
"Prepare your men, Sergeant. You will be leading the attack against the enemy. This transmission will assure we are not fired upon."
Freest nodded, and turned to leave, "And what, my lord, happens if they begin counter-boarding?"
"That is why I am staying here, with fifty of our battle-brothers. You will take the rest."

Freest's only organic eye raised an eyebrow. He had not lead such a number of marines for quite a while, at least a century. briefly he wondered on the fact that he had never risen to the ranks of captaincy and higher honours. Perhaps they thought he just wasn't quite the man for that type of leadership, maybe that was his place, to be a line officer. And then Freest shrugged to himself as he left the bridge to rally his men. In the end, he didn't care. He enjoyed what he did, and it honoured him that he could do it, no matter the rank.
And lastly, Andreas Freest grinned at the carnage that was about to be unleashed in the Emperor's name.

The remains of the Thundercaller waited a few more minutes for the enemy ship to come closer to its hull, and then, it fired. Dozens of boarding pods that, upon impact, would drill far down into the ship's hull, then release its deadly cargo into the heart of the enemy wound towards the LSS Voohoede. Brother-Captain Jetherus Syne just hoped it had been enough of a surprise, otherwise many of his brothers would die as they were shot down by enemy anti-spacecraft fire.

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Postby Castigonia » Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:25 pm

Tagged.
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Embassies in: Aldarminia, Andorianus, Branchlandia, Britannia, Grantanata, Hazamaeia, Krsta, Lemonius, Lockswania, Lowell Leber, Mallchir, Mediterreania, New Zepuha, Of the Quendi, Orlkjestad, Osthia, Tarsas,Thurask, Unified Western States, Wadomia, Zeppy.

Colonies: Urelandia, Maruskan, Teotrias, Caltio, Santo Monegro, Kaltinas.

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The Garbage Men
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Postby The Garbage Men » Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:55 pm

If the Dyellians would have competition for slavage rights. The Garbage Men was a corporation whose lifeblood was trade and salvage and that is why a number of TGM Operations vessels arrived near the sight of the incident. A short discussion was made between the Captains of the vessels, one of whom wasn't technically alive.

“We are within acceptable tolerances of target co-ordinates.” T42, spoke in its usually monotone, a metal robotic AI but to those that knew it, it was much more

“Yes, thank you Mister obvious, our instructions were rather annoyingly vague.” Reece, in a rather annoyed mood responded sharply to the robot.

“Now who is the one stating the obvious? 'Inform the locals of our displeasure at their trade route attack and attempt to establish an operational presence.' We are not marketing, nor are we promotions or security.”

“Right, We're operations... HQ has gone bonkers, anyway, lets get this done and out of here. Alight.”

“Agreed.”

Reece formulated a comment for the Leavatians before forwarding to T42 to make some alterations, hopefully between the 2 of them they would come up with something that sounded vaguely diplomatic.
To Empress Monique D'Aubainne of Leavatia;

We are speaking to you on behalf of The Garbage Men, an inter-galactic corporation. Trade routes are not only
important to us, but to many nations and in a long history recorded in large databanks at our corporate
headquarters it seems that unilateral declarations when dealing with foreign politics have a history of failing
completely. I also believe that you fail to recognise the potential benefits that a trade route like this could have
on your community.

This raises of course the potential downfalls of pursuing your current policies, many nations use this trade route
and continuing to spill blood and hinder peoples lively hoods will only lead to war, a war your people could not
possibly win so before you condemn you people to a lost war consider the following suggestion a hand of peace.
In return for backing down from your claims to a more modest and generally acceptable range and allowing the
trade route to pass unmolested we shall extend our corporate services to you at a discounted price, a full
brochure of our services has been attached.

We shall await to hear from you.


Reece, burst into laughter as the two captains once again engaged in conversation. “Let's see what marketing think of offering the services at a discount...”

“This is not a comical situation, this is a serious situation with significant commercial impact.”

“Bah, spoilsport. Let's see how they respond anyway.”

And with that comment the two ships fell into silence as they waited for the response whatever it would be.
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Postby The Fedral Union » Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:24 pm

Situation...


In the situation room :


The President read the latest declaration. His face went somewhat grim, he didn't want this to escalate. The fact that another power had decided to rush in and claim neutral space where multiple Terran assets were located was vexing. These were neutral trade lines, and suddenly they had some military power rush in to try to take control of them and the hostile entity? This wont happen. In his mind this was counter to Terran interest, that sector was key. It had routes running all around it to various nations.


The president looked to sectary Ronald Franklin. His brown eyes focused on the smoking man who was looking at the map and appearance of the Turian Hierarchys forces. The President finally spoke, his eyes focusing on the map.


“This republic cannot allow neutral space to fall in the hands of any power, those routes and gates are too valuable. Look I don't care what it takes, that space remains neutral.

The secretary nodded, he gave an exasperated sigh. Terran fleets were located around the area, especially since various military bases had been established so long ago. He mused for a moment his lips curling in to a grin as he pulled up various fleet positions, green cursors surrounded Terran task forces in systems with bases.

He looked to the president and spoke in a plain voice, his eyes gazing across the long table.

”Sir we have plenty of force in the area, it shouldn't take them long to reach the effected area. But I must say this is a new power we're dealing with and-”

The president cut him off.

“I know it is we don't know who they are or what they are. But its clear they want that space for themselves, this cannot be allowed to happen too many key routes go through there to be claimed by one power.”


The secretary merely nodded, the president would have to make a statement to the governments involved. This political situation just got worse, this was in a string of crisis that seemed to fall on his desk constantly. He drummed his fingers on the table musing and thinking. What was worse is that decisions impacted so many around him, he hated sending soldiers to their deaths . But he knew this must be done, he looked away from everyone at the table and said.

”I will prepare my statement”




”The statement”

---(Broadcast link)---

The president stood up on the podium over looking the press room of the presidential residence, his eyes gazed across at a myriad of drones and humans and other beings that had gathered to look at him. The crisis had now gathered media attention and it was time for a response. President Sagen along with the secretary of state and defense, as well as Vice president stabler all stood around the podium.

President sagen began speaking in a calm but charismatic voice, his eyes locking on to the cameras every few moments.


Good evening my fellow Terrans. As you all know by now, the crisis involving Leavatia region has come to a cross roads, right now a Terran task force is inside of disputed territory defending trade lanes. Even now as they do so, unknown powers rush to the area seeking to claim it for their empires. As a responsible power we cannot allow the neutrality of that space that was once quiet, become comprised by any power. Crucial trade routes run through the area, it dose not just affect our nation and our links to colonies in the north it effects everyone who trades with us. The fact of the matter is, any one controlling those trade points would be at an advantage against who ever uses them. We cannot allow this. These facts in mind, I am ordering the deployment of four additional task forces to the area. An ambassador and the mobilization marines. I do not take this decision lightly but I have weighed all the other options in this case, god speed and good night.”



--Operation Noble shield--

Ambassador Malcolm shore was vexed at the fact he had to be called away from vacation to deal with a crisis, but such was life as an officer of the state department. He ran a hand through his salt and peppered hair, his blue eyes gazed at himself through a mirror. He was on board the diplomatic shuttle Yeager. On the bright side -he mused- There would be a new kind of people to speak to, at least that’s what hes heard. He was pretty sure no one wanted a shooting fight, but this area of space couldn't be claimed.

”Just fucking wonderful..”

He exclaimed looking to his drone, it was the shape of a beetle.

His drone responded in a clam female voice.

”Hey at least it could be worse could it not?”

The assistant secretary responded with a frown.

” Jillian we're walking in to a bloody powder keg, this thing blows up we're likely to get wasted-fragged"


Shore turned away from the mirror, he finished his adjustments and walked out of the door to the main cabin of the large shuttle. He planted himself on a seat next to one of the many holo ports lining either side of the craft.




..Out side the Leavatia system, Terran rally points.. Several light years from the main system..


1700

Half of the fifth fleet had now been deployed. Blue portals flared to life in the morose canvas of space. Space time twisted as ships large and small exited portals slowing to a crawl – they were all in assault formation. Sixty three ship in all had been deployed and since Terran bases in the area weren’t all that far apart they got to the area with great haste.

The Flag ship was the Terran Heavy cruiser TAS Tirpitz. That massive behemoth had over ten brethren in the entire force that was assembled. The Cruiser and fleet was command by Vice Admiral, Wilson Blair. The admiral wandered around the large well lit bridge. He placed his hands on one of the white consoles, his blue eyes looked at the combat holo screen.

”So lets see whats out there.”

He mumbled to himself, he motioned his right hand to the Ships AI , a male . The AI looked at the admiral with its blue eyes.

”What is it?”

I want our sensor destroyers to launch probes, and jump them behind a few of the enemy formations

”That, they'll know we're here then sir..”


“Information is power, and they'll know soon enough the president just made an announcement.”

He responded standing up from his slumped position. He looked at the zoomed in map of the sector projected from the floor taking up the majority of the bridge. He pondered the entire affair. No one could be blamed for such thoughts. If this ended in war many lives would be lost. If it was a successful camping the space would remain neutral with heavy Terran influence.

The AI responded just shaking his head and turning away.


Very well...

The admiral merely smiled, noting the others reluctance. He responded to him with a plain and calm voice.

” It might not turn in to a shooting war, we have ambassadors involved in this affair. With haste now we should get it set up. If it dose then we fight. If not no hair off any of our backs.”

”What ever you say sir”

With those orders , several destroyers opened some of their missile tubes. Armor plates retraced to unveil the tubes , - several tubes lunched a small cylindrical probe that unfurled their wings. Each probe began to move off from the ships blue portals flaring around them as they jumped.




Kelley’s resolve!

The Arleigh Burke had positioned it self over the freighter that was in distress, about eight thousand meters away, its form was placed against the vile of space.

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 “This the Terran Alliance ship Arleigh Burke, we'll send a team of  unarmed engineers and medical personnel   towards your position. Please stand by.


Kelly waved his left hand to the AI.

” You heard me, send a team of engineers supplies over, and medics over

”What? We don't even know who they are besides we just got reports their people are trying to take this entire sector it could turn in to a shooting mach.”

Kelly furrowed a brow, he crossed his arms over his chest his mind was immersed in thought. His eyes gazed across the map and out towards the damaged ship, he wasn't going to let a bunch of civilians die out here. This was not the Terran way , he looked to the AI once more and spoke.


Look , I don't care who they are. They're not trying to kill me and they're sitting ducks out there if we don't get them some help. I want our shuttles open for their scanners, we are not sending marines.

”Sir! They'll be sitting ducks out there"

Marine CO Gomez interjected, he added to his statement his eyes focusing on the Captain.

”They're also likely to be enemies, we'd be stupid not to send them armed or without a marine escort.

Kelly glared at the marine CO.

“Captain Gomez. Let me talk to you son. They are civilians, I don't care who's side they're on. They need help, unlike the chronosians. We help regardless on what side they're on.”

The commander is right, if they find us to be compassionate they're less likely to fight a war against us. -Said the AI In a burst of logic.


Gomez was defeated, he didn't like it but the AI was right. He saluted Captain Kelly and turned away .Down in the shuttle bay medics marked with clear red crosses over their chest plates and back plates guided hovering supply creates in to a large utility shuttle. Several engineers with blue lit wrist mounted engineering grate Holo HUDS followed with they're own supplies several seconds after.

The shuttle was large enough to fit two teams and various supplies. Not many people knew why they were bringing supplies, the differences in technology might invalidate many tools. Their medical knowledge will have to consist of drone scans and bio mapping.

The shuttle dispatched itself from the docking bay of the destroyer, it was unarmed and sensors of other ships if they were functioning would detect that. A small beacon transmitted a binary and trinary burst that would be translated in to a docking request with the other ships computer. The sleek Terran ship moved through the void between both vessels slowly.


Nelsons conundrum

”They want to have fun and games, fire a warning shot use our grasers and disruptors

Cronus simply waved her hand. This was nothing knew to her, another battle? How entertaining she thought sarcastic in her mind. Her lips curled in to a feigned grin of joy. She never realized why biologicals had this obsession with territory nonetheless more stuff for her to shoot was never a bad thing,

Two of the many weapon turrets on the heavy cruisers hull spun around, energy crackled and pulsed through them. The conversion disruptor fired a yellow beam of energy with white hot bright spots denoting pulses along the beam. The beam sliced through space followed by a white and intense gamma-ray laser beam. Both were fired across the hulls of both ships.

How this situation went from tense to worse was anyone guess, why the other nations in this area of space decided to go on a power hungry grab confused everyone at least on this ship. They all knew it had something to do with money, but why have a costly war over it?. It made little to no sense Nelson just sat back on his command chair drumming his fingers over his smooth chin. His eyes drooped as he looked at the oncoming ships, the fleet was ready for this fight. He would see it through as long as it took. He never ran away from a fight if he couldn't help it, but the man wasn't dim on the contrary. He was a bright tactician.


With the situation growing ever worse, the AI was sure this would end in a blood bath. She would see to it that it wasn't her or her crew that was on the loosing side. When this would be all over only a single victor would come out. And she insisted in her mind that it be her and the Alliance. But her cold logical brain also saw it from other angles. This disturbed her in many ways.


Nelson looked at the holographic feed for a moment. The AI spoke to him just as he saw some text and data come in.

”Command wants us – ME- to send a message to these debutantes offering “a diplomatic “ meeting. Can you believe that?

”If this doesn’t turn in to a shooting mach its a good thing for all of us, let me broadcast. Let us hope our words aren't lost.”


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 This is Admiral Nelson to all parties involved in this Affair. In a few moments one of the Terran Alliances diplomatic shuttles will be sent to the flag fleet of the power that has recently to request a meeting with your representatives, we wish to offer a negotiation on the shuttle. However we will also send the diplomat to your respective ships should you agree on a meeting place.  Nelson out.


Diplomatic solutions


The shuttle flared in to existence behind the Turian flag ship, about half an AU behind. Its small metal form was dwarfed possibly by many of the ships around it. Shore melted back in to his chair, his heart sank. What a hell of a way to go.. He mused inside of his mind, he folded his hands on his lap thinking for a second. He twiddled his fingers slightly nervously before standing up, he had a shot of whiskey on the table to the right. He took it and drank it. The liquor burned a trail down his throat, he didn't react.

He looked to his drone and then to the shuttle AI interface, he pressed his hand on holo console. Comn links were open, he began to speak.

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”My name is Assistant Secretary Malcolm shore from the Terran alliance department of state. I have come here to offer negotiations between your people and mine  I have also invited many of the powers  involved to speak , I do hope  we may clear this up”


Shore sunk back in to his chair crossing one leg over the other.
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Postby Mageon Star Systems » Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:41 pm

To the planetary Empires of the galaxy;
this is Empress Monique D'Aubainne. My people and my planet have long stood by and watched you take advantage of our sovereign territorial space, and we are proclaiming that you shall find yourself another punching bag to use for profit, or face destruction. I personally am claiming 200 light years in all directions of the home planet of Leavatia as our own planetary space.
Have a nice day; Empress Monique D'Aubainne


Private Residence of the Lord Minister

Lord Minister Fe'nial glanced over the message. One of the scout flotillas had picked up the message nearly a day ago and had returned immediately behind the Veil.
Flotilla... that was a joke. It was only a Frigate and a few fighters. The Empire had fallen on hard times due to the recent civil war. With nearly two dozen planets glassed, and billions dead, the Mageon Empire needed to expand outside of the Veil. And for that, they needed allies. They needed resources. And 200 light years of territory was a lot of space.
But the public wouldn't like it. Sending their warriors off to die in some alien war in a power vacuum -it was only logical to assume no one would stand aside to allow this- would not go over well.
Particularly as two of their ships were already investigating problems in other areas.
No, a war they could not handle.
But defending an ally...

The Chambers

Fe'nial sat down, mopping his brow. It had taken four hours, but he had done it. His first international act. Inter-spacial act. He was proud and nervous. Now he had to speak to this Empress.
But how could he show a willingness to cooperate and yet be equals, to show humility and yet strength.
Show up in system with A Battle Fleet, with his Flagship a Leviathan?
No, that was more an invasion fleet. A single Heavy Cruiser, a Legacy class...
No, too weak.
A single Battle...
No...
Fe'nial sighed. It appeared his problems were just beginning.

"But you're perfect."
Le'lan sipped her tea, her eyes glaring at the young, almost boyish, Lord Minister. "Why?"
"You're smart, witty, capable and heart-strong." He grinned.
"That was too quick."
The smile faded.
"How long did you practice that in front of the mirror?" She asked Fe'nial, smirking.
"About as long as my acceptance speech."
"So three weeks?"
Fe'nial ignored her. "Le'lan... please. I'd beg if it helped."
"Oh, Void no. Don't beg please," Le'lan responded, choking on her tea. "But I don't know why you cannot do it."
"The Ministers won't let me. They say it could turn into a war zone. Besides, I have the Colonial Refugee program debate in a few days. I cannot miss that. I need to show our people I want to help them."
Le'lan sighed, looking into the depths of her tea. One glance and she sighed again, heavily. "Not the puppy dog eyes, Tev. Please? How can you do this to your own sister? Your flesh and blood?"
"Easily. We are Politicians."
She laughed. "Alright. I'll do it."

On board the Penitent Drake, Mythic-Class Cruiser, Diplomacy.

"Why am I doing this?" Le'lan asked the Captain, who grinned at her.
"Cause you love your brother?"
"No... I don't think that's it." She paced around the Captain's cabin, ending up where she started. "Did the message get sent?"
"Not until we arrive mi'lady."
"Right..."
"Are you sure you don't want a drink?"
Le'lan shook her head. "No."
"Not even some Kelp Tea? With wyrm honey?"
She glanced at him, a small smile threatening to break through her tight features. "You might be able to tempt me with a drop."

Leaviatia System, Outer Rim

The trio of ships burst out of of the Slipstream, rising from frothing pools of light, energy bolts sparking along the hull.
Two destroyers flanked the Penitent Drake, which was a very fancy and done up cruiser, with 50% less firepower. In fact, all its plasma arrays were removed, leaving only four particle beam arrays and six pulse arrays, as well as an honor guard of Blade fighters for its defense.
They hovered on the brink of the system's gravity disc, the termination shock. A tight beam communication was flashed from the Drake, aimed straight for the planet of Leavatia.

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Greetings, Empress of Leavatia. Your Highness, I am a humble servant of my own once-proud Empire. Sadly, we have fallen to the strife of civil war. In such times, we must put aside our isolationist views and search out new allies. Your recent communication has drawn us to you. We seek to help your planet cast off those who would seek to destroy you, and in the process, we would hope that you could aid us, in time. We have little to offer you that we would wish to discuss over an open channel, though I am sure, given the chance, we could find common ground. I look forward to hearing from you.
Your servant and Ambassador of the Mageon Empire,
Le'lan Fe'nial.


The communication shot through space, using tachyon bursts to leap-frog to its destination. However, any communications system in the system could detect the high energy output of the comm burst, and the single vessel, trying to find a landing vector, it past on the way could very well intercept it.
Le'lan waited in the comm room, pacing now and then, her soft boots making no noise on the metal deck plates. Silence reigned .


((OOC:I am not stealing your name for my dreadnoughts by the way. They have always been Leviathans. 3 mile long monstrosities of which there are only 5... under our control...))

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