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Postby Rykil » Thu Dec 12, 2019 9:54 pm

Abr Networked Worlds - Symposium Invitation

It was but a normal day on an inhabited Titanian Moon, one of many kinds of moons either terraformed over time or naturally evolved, and found in Abr territory. Cylinder habitats stayed in orbit, asteroid habitats buzzed with economic and industrial activity, and most importantly, communications arrays received a signal from beyond Abr territory. The signal was hit with First Contact AIs to translate and decode the language and codes used within it. While it had taken a while due to it being a foreign and very alien (in comparison to the Abr) script, it was eventually translated and made available for reading by the Abr. When read, it appeared to be a strange invitation to a virtual cyberverse called "the Symposium." While virtual cyberverses were known to the Abr and actually within their technological level, they were never used for personal entertainment of any kind and were instead used to simulate real-world experiments, scenarios, make predictions, etc.

Gaming was practically nonexistent to the Abr. In fact, it was a foreign concept.

However, the fact that someone decided to launch an invitation in their direction, or in every direction for that matter, was enough to warrant an expedition into both the source of the signal and the Symposium cyberverse. After all, if they did indeed send it specifically in the direction of the Abr, then they knew where they were. If they knew where they were, perhaps they had to know something about them. If there was a foreign civilization that knew something about the Abr but had remained hidden, then it was a likely threat to their existence. However, the Abr always thought things through and did not act off of random aggression or impulses.

The Symposium invitation was copied and given to an AI specialized in interactions with cyberverses, the AI accepted, and whatever fate the invitation would enact was done. On the other hand, an expedition of one Cruiser, six Destroyers, a Drone Screen was sent in the direction of the signal's source. The Cruiser and Destroyers were all dull spheres, although the Cruiser did have a tapered equator indicating a hangar section. The Drone Screen consisted of a swarm of trapezoid drones that piggybacked on the Destroyers and Cruiser during FTL, launching and forming a defensive screen around them when ordered to. Within two hours the small flotilla had made an acceptable distance from any gravity wells and initiated FTL.

Heat dumped into the shield banks, the Drone Screen was deployed, all Craftminds and Substrate Orgaminds reported positive. The flotilla had arrived at the edge of the system, scanning the system for activity of all kinds. They made a slow pace forward into the unknown.
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Postby Parcia » Sat Dec 14, 2019 11:57 am

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The Meeting.


The Faeson had certainly dressed up for the occasion. Opposite them would be a full company of Colonial Marines and Sailors in their tailored white dress uniforms, their rifles freshly polished and gleaming. A Platoon of Headhunters, the Colonials own Super Soldiers in their Olive Drab green camo paint in similar parade formation.

John would meet them with a warm smile and a fresh suit, having taken time to properly refresh him self. Fallowing close behind was Petra, her self well rested and changed in to appropriate professional business suit, complete with a pair of red heels and skirt.

His reception and introduction was warm and inviting, with open posture and hands to get the subliminal message across he was a diplomat. "Greetings Admiral Triobyu, Indeed I am happy to be here. This is Petra Khan, my personal aid and assistant. I must say our journey here has been quite pleasant. Envoy Mananix made a most enjoyable partner in our conversations in regards to our two peoples."

Admiral Triobyu turned her head and tilted it to the side to look at Manzanix, smile plastered on her face but absent from her eyes. "That much seems to be apparent. We were pleased with the results of the negotiation and of your acceptance of this invitation."
"You honor me," the Envoy said, bowing her head slightly, wearing something approaching a smug smirk. The Faeson boy looked at the Admiral, then at the Envoy, then at President John, very clearly trying to read faces.

"In any case," Triobyu continued. "There are some things we should get straightened away first, before deorbiting." She turned to the Faeson male standing next to her. "This is Dokinre. He has been... appointed to be your guide, and to serve full-time Faeson affairs adviser. Think of him as... a goodwill gift, and something of a hostage, if it pleases your Union. He is a Dtone Child, so you have nothing to fear from psychic abilities: has has none."
Dokinre bowed in respect nervously. "I am at your service, sir."


Well this was...unexpected. "This is...a most welcome gesture of good will." Letting the young man rise from his bow, he shook his hand. "John Achermen, pleasure to be working with you, if you'd be willing to accompany us during this meeting it would be most appreciated." Though John couldn't see it, this drew the eye of Petra who throw the boy a look of apprehension before reforming her diplomat's smile.

"Indeed, shall we continue?"
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Postby Raktio » Sat Dec 14, 2019 3:50 pm

Central Galactic West - Western frontier system of the Abr Network Worlds (System 3356) / eastern system of Raktion explored space

The Ra'tzekio could actually sense the Abr's unease, their ancestors had long ago evolved to be able to sense emotions related to hunting. Most could only instinctively pick up whether they had been noticed by their prey or another hunter and how fearful their targets were. Very few could train their psionics to manage a greater range of emotions or extremely rarely with extreme training, manage to instigate calm or panic into a nearby target, but there were only three who could manage that level of control that were alive at the moment. In a sense, the Ra'tzekio could indeed read their minds, and because of that, Kharr'rha decided to go with something that would hopefully ease the Abr's tension.

Without turning, Kharr'rha gave a quick order to the guards to have them return to the smallcraft, and after a moment, slowly removed the Crystwood sword's sheath (with the sword, which was almost as long as the Abr's main body, in it) from her hip, telling the Abr what it was, before handing it to chief Agshik for him to return it to the smallcraft with it. Leaving her with the historian, who had identified as Frhess, who's name was very close to an insulting word in their language. He was recording everything, in redundancy, as well as writing down notes on his HUD. And the intelligence officer had introduced herself as Rhykr'r. Once the introductions were done, Kharr'rha pointed at her self and her two compatriots remaining and stated "Ra'tzekio" before repeating the process while also pointing at the smallcraft and stating "Raktio."



Meanwhile, back aboard one of the escort vessels, Essia worked with the ship's computer, some old code hacking programming, and a bunch of improvisation to begin forming a trnaslation profile for the Abr from the feed he was receiving from Kharr'rha's greeting crew. As he watched, the head intelligence officer (who really was just a star system data collector most the time during their travels) quickly picked up that something wasn't quite right about the way the Abr talked. The fact that the Abr seemed to have some other form of communication, yet had devises which produced sound wave based communication suggested that they had met other species who also used sound waves. Glancing over at the data on the over prolific amounts of radio waves being transmitted in the system, his tail twitched in irritation. After some thought, he instructed the AI, "Match up radio signals with their words, and then try to find a pattern in them."
Broadside dead ahead!

No, this comment is not meant to be sarcastic.

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Postby Rykil » Sat Dec 14, 2019 10:28 pm

Abr Networked Worlds - System 3356 - Raktion-Abr Contact

The Abr seemed to appreciate, or at least acknowledge the effort made by Kharr'rha to ease their tension. With that, a radio wave from the three of them sent the Octopods away to return to their normal duties. The Abr recognized the gestured by Kharr'rha, and so returned with a gesture of similar intent. The Abr had a feeling of relief, and then one of imminent curiosity about them. Despite the differences in chemistry, physiology, and most certainly psychology, there were still deep similarities between the two of them. At the self-introduction on part of the Ra'Tzekio, the Abr recorded it and uploaded it to the Craftmind, who sent it back to be archived in the universal databases of the Abr (of which they have been doing this whole time). The leader, Mhuiddr'mo, lifted a manipulator and seemed to curl it into a spiral.

"Abr."

The other two did the same strange gesture, speaking the same word. Their speech was yet again in that conversion software voice, indicating they had some other method of communication that did not involve the usual soundwaves of other sapient species. The head intelligence officer would strike the location of a vein of gold, however. The Abr's conversion software speech and radio signals did indeed have a very similar pattern. In fact, it appeared as if the radio signals were the Abr's speech. However, that would indicate that the Abr could naturally send radio waves. If that was indeed true, the head intelligence officer had already struck gold.

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Postby Arktic » Fri Dec 20, 2019 9:49 pm

Parcia wrote:Well this was...unexpected. "This is...a most welcome gesture of good will." Letting the young man rise from his bow, he shook his hand. "John Achermen, pleasure to be working with you, if you'd be willing to accompany us during this meeting it would be most appreciated." Though John couldn't see it, this drew the eye of Petra who throw the boy a look of apprehension before reforming her diplomat's smile.

"Indeed, shall we continue?"

Dokinre beamed even as he shook John’s hand, wincing slightly in surprise at the human’s grip and energy of greeting: not at all like he had practiced with the android.
“Of course, Mr. President,” he said. “That is what I am for!” However, despite this initial good exchange, he paled at Petra’s glance, sending his eyes straight back to the floor. Dokinre seemed to be very worried about what the humans thought of him, and was visibly sensitive to social cues. Admiral Triobyu sighed through her nose, and made a beckoning motion with one of her lower arms.
“Please follow. Our shuttle and the escorts are right this way.”

As they walked, the Admiral turned to Envoy Manzanix.
“Have you explained to him the process of meeting the Innocence?”
Her brow furrowed and she pursed her lips. “Ah, no, I’m afraid I have not,” she admitted.
Admiral Triobyu stared at her blankly. “Is there a reason for that failure?”
“We were focused on other affairs, Admiral,” the Envoy responded calmly. “There was not enough time to cover etiquette.”
“Hm.” Admiral Triobyu turned to President Ackerman. “Mr. President, what exactly do you know about our leaders, the Innocenses?”

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Postby Raktio » Tue Dec 31, 2019 4:04 pm

A long silence followed the Abr's introduction. Kharr'rha wasn't a diplomat, -- such a position didn't exactly exist in Ra'tzekio culture -- and the policy on first encounters summarized to attack second and do your best to make communication while waiting for people with higher positions to show up. Because of that particular laxness in protocol, Kharr'rha had free-reign to do what ever she wanted in the meantime until someone with a higher rank showed up, and that left her with options. Belatedly she realized that she could have prepared some sort of gift but hadn't thought of it in her rush earlier, a minor blunder which she felt could be remedied later. With the massive communication issue, it left little to do aside from starting with breaking past that. Biting the figurative bullet, she began to find different things she could point at and name. Thing as such as space ship, and clothes was easy, though probably really unhelpful on the long run, however after having pointed out the name for clothes she went back and said "Kharr'rha wears clothes" to help the Abr understand how the Ra'tzekio's language's grammar and sentience structure worked. All the while she just hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself to her hosts. As Kharr'rha started to run out of things to point at and describe, her ear piece buzzed up as Essia informed her, "The Abr communicate via radio waves. Which means that I don't think that we are their first encounter."
Broadside dead ahead!

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Postby Free Asian Ports » Sun Jan 12, 2020 9:10 pm

Arktic wrote:“Don’t worry. We’re house-trained.”
Leo nodded and entered the tram, and his entourage followed closely. As the doors close, he spoke, turning back to the Vexian and looking up at her. Literally: the Gatoxites are quite smaller than the average human, and the Vexians are even larger than those.
“Cost is not an object,” Leo explained, his brow furrowing seriously. “I preside over an empire of one hundred and twenty three worlds. I am willing to commit as many resources and as much capital as it takes to do the job properly.”

The doors closed on the tram and it began to come to speed. The Gatoxites were quiet, variously looking down into their hands or personal defense weapons or at the meeting between Leo and Dr. Griffith. Leo continued. “As for the prerequisite questions...” He sighed slightly. “Our people, well, we are not skilled in the sciences of biology or genetics. We have requests, and volunteer test subjects at your disposal, but as for specifics we will be unable to properly answer many questions. What do you need to know before beginning?”


Griffith sat down on a couch along the side of the cabin, next to a window that for now only displayed the inside of a transport tube. She responded with her usual cool and detachment. "Frankly, there is little about this subject that can be communicated verbally in a timely manner. Gene sequences would have to be assessed, mapped, and woven into new structures to achieve the desired outcome. The most expedient course of action is simply to provide a sample of genetic material".

The tram now entered into the main portion of the station, the inside of a great O'Neill Cylinder. This space was a massive volume where a great plain stretched to the other end of the station and curved up along each side steeply until it met itself far above the heads of the passengers on the tram. Rotating slowly, the cylinder was divided into six sections, alternating between lightly populated strips of lush landscape and vast, smooth windows through which the light of the nearby star was reflected. When the tram car entered this space, it stopped just inside where the cylinder met the docking infrastructure in the center of the cylinder end wall. Here, secured to scaffolding structure, it now traveled down a track along the wall towards one of the landscaped strips. The tram rotated so that its floor was aligned with that of the chosen side and slowly the artificial gravity plates of the tram transitioned to the induced gravity of the station.

When the tram arrived at the ground level of the cylinder, it returned to a tube to travel through although this was transparent to allow the passengers a view of the cylinder interior. As the tram sped along, the vistas of the cylinder that the local Vexians called home panned by. Jungle twisted through rocky outcroppings and cliffs, great plains of automated farms, and low density population centers amidst green hills. Though anybody would consider this sort of outpost a backwater, the Vexians had elected to give it as much luxury as their homeworlds, which seemed to rival that of even the most privileged of lifestyles in other human realms.

The tram at last seemed to have chosen a series of turns which led into the industrial sector of this side of the cylinder, though the appearance of the glass and polished steel factories among parks and green spaces belied their nature as manufacturing and processing areas. In particular, the tram now approached a transport hub in front of a unique building, one with the appearance of several large ceramic discs placed upon each other in a seemingly haphazard manner. As the tram entered its station, Griffith stood to lead the way.

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Postby Parcia » Thu Jan 16, 2020 1:50 pm

Arktic wrote:
Parcia wrote:Well this was...unexpected. "This is...a most welcome gesture of good will." Letting the young man rise from his bow, he shook his hand. "John Achermen, pleasure to be working with you, if you'd be willing to accompany us during this meeting it would be most appreciated." Though John couldn't see it, this drew the eye of Petra who throw the boy a look of apprehension before reforming her diplomat's smile.

"Indeed, shall we continue?"

Dokinre beamed even as he shook John’s hand, wincing slightly in surprise at the human’s grip and energy of greeting: not at all like he had practiced with the android.
“Of course, Mr. President,” he said. “That is what I am for!” However, despite this initial good exchange, he paled at Petra’s glance, sending his eyes straight back to the floor. Dokinre seemed to be very worried about what the humans thought of him, and was visibly sensitive to social cues. Admiral Triobyu sighed through her nose, and made a beckoning motion with one of her lower arms.
“Please follow. Our shuttle and the escorts are right this way.”

As they walked, the Admiral turned to Envoy Manzanix.
“Have you explained to him the process of meeting the Innocence?”
Her brow furrowed and she pursed her lips. “Ah, no, I’m afraid I have not,” she admitted.
Admiral Triobyu stared at her blankly. “Is there a reason for that failure?”
“We were focused on other affairs, Admiral,” the Envoy responded calmly. “There was not enough time to cover etiquette.”
“Hm.” Admiral Triobyu turned to President Ackerman. “Mr. President, what exactly do you know about our leaders, the Innocenses?”




John shook his head. "Not much, atleast not anything beyond what my intelligence reports say and those always come with a grain of salt." He gave a soft chuckle.

"But I look forward to meeting her."
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