(RP Disclaimer: The events depicted here happen before the Anagonian Civil War. Thank You)
Blazing Blue class Scout Ship stats: Scroll down all the way (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?bo ... 1103679193)
IC:
It had been a long trip from Novar, a few short Sub-Space jumps did indeed make the difference. But, the Commander didn't want to overheat the Fusion reactors. The ship was a simple one, the first class of ship in many decades to be built in the Anagonian Orbital Star-Yards, and it was a versatile Craft. The Blazing Blue Class Scout Ship, a beauty of manufacturing genius. A beauty to even look at. Even when it docked inside the Capital ships, the crew there have been known to say that it was, "too pretty for this Hanger." That statement alone made the Commander's of these three-crewed marvels swell with pride, and honor.
Drakomis was in a fitted quarters in the aft of the Scout. He had been looking at a pad and checking on Galactic Republic matters through-out the voyage. He rarely had little time to enjoy to himself, but he did enjoy the meals with the crew here. Either way, he loved to be in space, no matter the comfort factor. He was born a Warrior, and grown into a Leader. Every now and then, he enjoyed going along with the Military and working on Ships and Stations here and there.
The Scout heaved back, the forward a bit. They had exited Sub-Space. He got out of the bunk, and started towards the Bridge. It was only a short distance, after-all this was a small ship compared to most. He looked to the Commander, and gazed at the two crew-men.
"Are they here," he asked the Commander of the ship.
"Were doing Microwave Scans now, sir. They should show up." He looked at the Leader. "You might want to suit up."
Drakomis nodded, "Alright, and thanks. Don't want anyone finding out who we are, do we?"
A slight chuckle at the thought, and he went back to the crew quarters. Slowly, he suited up in a dark uniform, which looked like armor in a sense. Finally, after putting on something extra, he placed his helmet on his head. It was a dark helmet, looking like a motorcyclist’s helmet. Smooth, almost oval. A red orb, an "eye" of sorts, appeared in the front. It signified the direction the individual was looking inside the helmet. The dark cape came on afterwards, hiding anything to give away their species.
Patiently, he waited, for word of their arrival.
Northrop-Grumman 22-09-2005 21:29
OOC: Prometheus Class Battle Cruiser Stats (http://s6.invisionfree.invalid.com/Internationa ... &p=1446857)
IC: The Prometheus Class Battle Cruiser exited hyperspace quite smoothly for a vessel that size. Its gray hull slowed down as it made its approach and stopped parallel along the side of the Anagonian vessel. Next, the commander of the vessel transmitted an audio message:
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This is Colonel Allison of the NGSS Traversa.I assume that you are the Anagonian delegation. Am I correct?
Anagonia 22-09-2005 21:44
The Commander gave the com to Drakomis, his helmet picking the signal.
"Yes, this is. We are from the Galactic Republic of Anagonia, and we have come on behalf of Diplomatic Relations."
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)Northrop-Grumman 22-09-2005 22:02
The Chairman of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation, General Jack O’Neill, had strolled onto the bridge as the transmission from Drakomis was received. He was wearing his dark blue, formal Air Force uniform with his service cap in his arm. He never really liked it because it was a little too stiff when he moved, but nevertheless, he had to wear it for these occasions. Immediately, upon his entering the bridge, the crew stood at attention.
“As you were,” O’Neill commanded. “Colonel, what’s our status?”
Colonel Allison, who was standing in front of his command chair, turned on the screen, which showed the full length of the Anagonian vessel. “Sir, we have taken up position parallel to their ship and have confirmed their identity.”
“Very well,” O’Neill pressed a button on the chair to transmit a message. “This is Chairman Jack O’Neill of the Corporation. Perhaps y’all would like to come aboard here for the meeting. I’m not sure if your ship has a conference room, but we have a fairly large one for this very reason. Would this be alright?”
Anagonia 22-09-2005 22:13
Drakomis looked towards the Commander, whom nodded in return.
"Alright, where can we dock?" He gazed out of the window... "How can we dock....," he said to himself quietly.
It was a beautiful ship, one of good design. It could perhaps stand up to, if not against, an Anagonian Battlecruiser. Excellent, if they were to be allies, it would be mutually beneficial for them both. Plus, Drakomis like the idea of having another Space-Faring civ out there as an Ally. Perhaps, just perhaps, this time he would finally get something solid out of these meetings.
He sighed through his helmet, thinking hard as he walked back a short passage-way. He wondered what would come of this, what would be beneficial. Drakomis hoped a lot, for he already had too many problems on his hands.
His last thought was of wondering if what was ahead....was war...
Northrop-Grumman 22-09-2005 22:26
O’Neill smirked as he heard the last transmission. “Docking? We don’t use need to use docking for this.”
He then pointed to one of the crewmen toward the back of the bridge and then pointed to an empty section of deck near him. The man nodded and began pressing numerous buttons and switches on the console around him.
He then announced to the Chairman, “Teleporting now, sir.”
Within a split second, the delegation would disappear in a brilliant flash of light that appeared to shoot through the ceiling of the deck of their ship, and with a same flash of light, they would reappear in the center of the Traversa’s bridge behind the command chair. Normally, for a meeting like this, the delegation would be teleported to the conference room or somewhere in near it, but, as the crew guessed correctly, the Chairman just wanted to show off.
Anagonia 22-09-2005 22:36
Drakomis Gaze went to black, then after a split-second, he appeared somewhere else. He almost fell, catching himself as he fell to his knees. With a shake of his head, he stood. His black helmet showing nothing, then a red orb appeared, flashing brightly as it gazed around, the helmet moving left and right with it. He stood, slowly, what seemed to be like a black, armored tail slipping beneath the dark cape as he stood, it seemingly hiding his lower body, at least from the shoulders down..
The red "eye" fell upon someone whom stood near him. The red "eye" seemed to go off as his head bowed somewhat, then recovered the gaze of the orb back upon the individual.
"I am Drakomis Nokomis Reign, Leader of the Galactic Republic of Anagonia. I come on behalf of Diplomacy and Peace."
He waited, just to make sure whom he talked to was the person whom he was supposed to talk to. He was, after all, wearing a blue uniform of sorts...with strange markings on it, which looked like old style uniforms that Drakomis could easily remember some of his People wearing long ago.
Northrop-Grumman 22-09-2005 22:51
O’Neill was startled when Drakomis appeared in front of him. He did not really expect someone looking quite like this. What the hell? he thought as he looked over the strange being from where he was standing and took note of everything he saw. Is this who I’m supposed to be meeting? The rest of the crew immediately stopped what they were doing and watched from where their stations were, not knowing what to make of this scene. They had seen some strange sights in their lifetimes but this had to be the strangest.
When Drakomis introduced himself, O’Neill realized that this was indeed whom he was supposed to meet with. He finally decided to make the best of the situation by extending his hand out for a handshake.
“Howdy, I’m General Jack O’Neill, Chairman, Chief Executive Officer, and President of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation.”
Anagonia 23-09-2005 09:43
Drakomis took one more quick glance around the room, noticing that everyone had stopped what they were doing and gazed at him. It was an odd situation for a moment or two, but as soon as the one in front of him spoke, he knew he was in the right place.
Drakomis extended his hand to meet General Jack O'Neill's.
"Nice to meet you, General. What can I call you by?" His voice seemed modified, in a sense. But, in reality, this was a precaution as well. The Anagonians only revealed themselves to people they could trust. So, unless otherwise, everyone would see this black suit from now on.
His hand shook firmly, and beneath the black gloves one could easily tell that something....sharp....lay at the end of each finger. But that was a subject for another time, Drakomis hoped.
"I hope General is alright," he finished.
Northrop-Grumman 23-09-2005 14:54
O’Neill grasped Drakomis’ hand and shook it. To him, it did not feel like a typical handshake because he felt something strange through the gloves on Drakomis’ hand. It was sharp on the ends of the fingers. Hmm…that's a little odd, but then again what isn't on him. O’Neill pondered. Although, I wonder what’s exactly under all that armor. Maybe I’ll find out later…or maybe I won’t.
“Nice to meet you, too. You can call me either General, Chairman, Jack, or O’Neill. I don’t really mind which one, but what do I call you? Drakomis?”
Anagonia 23-09-2005 15:07
"Sure," he said, as the handshake ended. "Call me Drakomis, Drak, or, as I heard some people call me, Drak-o." He chuckled at that.
"So, General," he thought for a moment, "Mr. O'Neill. What type of business has brought us here again? I seem to have forgotten after that....interesting entrance."
For some reason, inside his helmet no displays were on informing him of the situation. For some reason, it seemed, the electronics there were offline. His Red "eye" worked, it still concentrated on O'Neill, even blinking here and there. But inside the helmet all he saw was the outside, and no screen or anything of the like. Drakomis shrugged at this, he supposed it was a malfunction from the sudden....he supposed....teleportation.
Northrop-Grumman 23-09-2005 15:24
Nearly all of the crewmembers on the bridge had returned to their duties. As they worked, they glanced up every now and then to watch what was going on, but the commander of the Traversa, who had returned to his command chair, kept shooting looks at them to remind them keep their attention set to their work. Meanwhile, O’Neill continued with his conversation with Drakomis.
“Well, we were going to hammer out details of an alliance of sorts.” He looked around him before he spoke again. “But I really don’t think this is the place to discuss all that. I could go for somewhere with a lot less distractions.” He motioned towards a large sliding door across the bridge from him. “Shall we, Drak-o?"
Anagonia 23-09-2005 18:41
Drakomis nodded, with a chuckle coming from him. He would follow the General to the room motioned towards, and his body turned towards the sliding door after the chuckle. With a thought coming to mind, his red "eye" went to the complete side of the helmet, impossible for eyes to do normally at that angle. It remained constant, not blinking, as he started to walk with Jack.
"No one has called me that in a while," he started, "Drak-o, I mean." His red "eye" went back to the front of the helmet, a normal position. "Hopefully this is a sign of good things to come."
Hopefully, thought Drakomis to himself, these people will be the ones to trust. A slight pause in thought, That hasn't happened, it seems, in centuries.
Northrop-Grumman 23-09-2005 19:05
O’Neill nodded in agreement to Drakomis’ last statement and led him through the sliding door into the conference room adjacent to the bridge. It was a fairly large room that looked different than the rest of the vessel. It did not have the military look and feel to it but instead appeared quite futuristic. The lighting illuminated the entire room evenly and seemed to have no origination. Several wide windows were present in the opposite wall, which looked directly out over the Anagonian vessel. The room was furnished with a long metallic table with two chairs at each end and many more running along the sides of it. It also had a bar built into the wall to provide those that met in the room with a much needed drink.
O’Neill spoke once again to Drakomis. “This is it. I know it’s not exactly the most spectacular thing in the galaxy, but it should work just fine.”
Anagonia 23-09-2005 19:13
He gazed around, his "helmet" moved as he did. He would be satisfied with even the smallest of rooms, but this was good too. An approving nod, and his red "eye" as with the helmet itself, looked towards Jack O'Neill.
"It's good, better than what's on the Scout, and better than most things I've seen." He sighed approvingly. "So, shall we get started?"
He would eventually sit wherever the General would indicate. But not before something moved beneath his cape. A hand came out, with a pad, of sorts. Information was empty on it, but soon it wouldn't be.
"I'm ready, I suppose. Perhaps later-" he motioned towards the little bar "-my helmet can come off for a nice drink?"
Of course, he would definitely enjoy something to drink after his voyage.
Northrop-Grumman 23-09-2005 19:36
O’Neill was surprised at the remark. The helmet might come off? he thought. This should be something interesting to see.
He nodded in agreement and replied, “Yeah, that sounds pretty good. I think after any kind of diplomatic meeting you need a good drink.” He motioned towards the table. “Well, let’s get started then.”
He took a seat in one of the chairs along the side of the table and expected Drakomis to sit opposite to him. He felt that if he were going to be working on an alliance, it would not be all that friendly to be almost five meters away, on the other side of the room, from the other leader. He settled back into the fairly comfortable chair and rested his arms on the armrests. The chair was not your typical metal and cushioning seating device. It had numerous controls built behind a panel in the arms, could elevate itself, swivel, and even could heat up and massage the person’s back.
Anagonia 23-09-2005 23:25
Drakomis looked at the chair just across from General Jack O'Neill. He sat, having to adjust something as he did as was seen him moving a tad bit in discomfort. However, his gaze turned back to the Jack's, and his eye went off for a second, then back on, obviously a blink. A satisfied, almost modified. "sigh", came from his helmet. He took serious note of the chairs.
"Well, I suppose we should start." He grabbed his pad, and looked at it, his thumb touching its surface lightly. "What is the first order of business?"
Naturally, he respected the General by now, and wanted him to bring up the first issue. After all, even if it was agreed upon to meet, it still was his ship and his nation, or corporation that they were dealing with here.
"Also," he looked at his pad again, the red "eye" gazing downward at it every time, "Is there any concerns or questions about our Galactic Republic you might have?"
Northrop-Grumman 23-09-2005 23:41
O’Neill reached into his coat pocket and took a sheet of paper that contained a list of issues he had compiled before he boarded the Traversa. Several of the issues were of importance while others, not so much. He unfolded it and laid it on the table in front of him before he spoke.
“Well…” O’Neill leaned back a little in the chair. “I have quite a few questions, but there has been something on my mind since you got here.” He then motioned towards Drakomis. “What’s with the get-up? The…uh…armor that you’re wearing? Is it like a life support system or do you not like your true self to be seen or what?”
Anagonia 23-09-2005 23:54
Drakomis nodded, "Your interests are understood. I suppose I could take a leap here and-" his hands reached for his helmet, "-show you what we look like, at a distance."
There was a slight hiss, something that one would have to listen hard for. Of course, in this room, anyone could hear it. His dark helmet went off slowly, forward first, then he set it on the table a moment later. A light, "clack", as it touched the surface of the table.
Drakomis's face was of a Reptilian's, a snout and all. If anything could resemble this creature, it would be the Komodo Dragons of Earth. There was a lot of history in this being, in this face. The scales would want to look wrinkled, but somehow it seemed something held it back. Obviously, there were many more secrets hidden, but not beneath the armor of this creature.
"I, we, are Komodren. Our Homeworld, as you already know, is Novar. But the truth behind that is another story." His voice was low, almost of someone whom just woke up in the morning. But, in this case, he spoke low, slowly, to get the information out.
"I could give you our full history, but that’s something that remains hidden. I can say that-" his still-gloved hand rubbed across his snout, his reptilian eyes fixed on General O'Neill. "-I am more than likely older than you."
A smile, at least as best as a smile could get, came on his face. "Any more questions?"
Northrop-Grumman 24-09-2005 00:16
O’Neill returned the chair’s back to its original position and watched with interest as Drakomis removed his helmet. He was expecting a disfigured human or maybe some sort of machine, but when the helmet finally was rested on the table and O’Neill had the full view of Drakomis, he raised his eyebrows at what was sitting before him. It was not something he was expecting, and he paused for a moment before he spoke.
“This wasn’t something I was expecting, but, nevertheless, I’m glad to finally have met the true you."
He nodded to Drakomis' last question. "There's another I have. How do you normally feel about other species? Are they persecuted or anything of the sort?"
Anagonia 24-09-2005 00:25
"Hmmmmm.....," a gurgle of sorts, obviously something of some kind of age. "No, not really." A slight pause as he gathered his thoughts.
"We have humans that live among us, but we sometimes like to hide from them." He wouldn't elaborate on this point. "We also have a few other species."
He nodded, "That’s about all, and we don't persecute our people, no matter the race. Why?" He gave a moment for O'Neill to guess. "They are the People, the ones that choose the destiny of this Nation."
"So," he tilted his reptilian head, obviously interested in his questions, "anything else? How far does our Reach go? How many planets? Political Structure?"
He was, indeed, not surprised by O'Neill's reaction, and was glad to see him not be interestingly afraid. He could trust him now, and that was enough.
Northrop-Grumman 24-09-2005 00:53
O’Neill was pleased by the reply and was glad he was not dealing with any xenophobes. If he had found out they were, then Drakomis probably would have been asked to leave, and any diplomatic ties would be promptly severed. The Corporation always had a strict policy about that sort of thing. He nodded happily at the explanation Drakomis gave and was pleased that the meeting was going this well.
“I’m glad to hear that. It’s always nice to see more people have the same respect for other species as we do.”
O’Neill was finding all of this rather interesting so he figured that he might as well ask another question. “What is the political structure like?”
Anagonia 24-09-2005 01:21
"Well," he sighed, "I suppose it’s complicated, but simple at the same time." His hands clasped together, he leaning forward as he looked down, then back at O'Neill. "Our main body is representative, in a way. However each representative is stationed with each Planet in the Systems."
He continued after a pause. "It's basically this way," an extended hand touched the table beside him, "each representative is a Senator, and basically they have people beneath them that listen to the cries and will of the People, mainly through Votes and the like."
He closed his eyes, thinking. "After which each one is reviewed in the Republic Senate, and so on. But basically, if I had to put it into a word." Oh, he was having trouble now, "A Democracy basically, controlled mainly by the voices and concerns of the people, whom elect them and the like."
He opened his eyes, a serious look in them, "Although now, with recent events of a few months, I am concerned that the Senate has their own will in mind, and not that of the people."
He sat back, getting comfortable again. "But, that concern is for another time, and I'm sure the Forty-Five systems or so are doing well." He waved through the air, "I have a Diplomatic mission to attend to after this, but I am seriously in no hurry."
He meant that statement, his eyes, his expression, showed he wanted to stay as long as possible.
"I forgot one thing," he started to conclude, "political parties are another thing differently." He sighed, "It's basically entwined between four Parties, but going into that would be mental suicide!" He laughed at that, "I'm sure you understand."
"Anyway," he started to ask, "on a lighter subject, what is your Political System like?"
Northrop-Grumman 24-09-2005 01:52
As Drakomis explained the workings of his government, O’Neill listened carefully and tried to follow the best he could. When Drakomis had finished, he took a moment to collect his thoughts before he replied.
“Well, your system is way different from ours. Let me try to explain this the best I can.” He shifted himself around in the chair to get more comfortable. “In a way, it’s is almost like a combination of an autocracy and a democracy.”
“In the mainland, back on Earth, at the top of the ‘political ladder’ is the Chairman, which of course is me. Next, would be my wife. She doesn’t have an official title yet, but she holds almost all the same powers as I do. In line after her is the Vice-Chairman. He holds all the exact same powers as my wife.”
“Now, the rest of the nation is divided into counties, then townships, then cities. All of the people that administrate those subdivisions are elected solely by popular vote from the people. The only city that does not follow that is the capital city which is run by myself.”
“The colonies are different than the mainland. The three in the Criun System are each almost self-governing in case they are cut off from the central government. Each colony has a governor that is elected by the people but still has to carry out what I say. Though, the other colony that’s being built on Mercury has a combination of a civilian and military government for the time being. This is to ensure the stability of it as it’s just being started.”
“I know that’s a lot to take in at one time." O’Neill took a deep breath before he spoke again. "Do you have any more questions?”