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< Transmission Sent – Northrop-Grumman Central Communications Array >
< Priority Code Alpha >
< Begin Transmission >
Drakomis Nokomis Reign
President and Chief Commander in War
The Galactic Republic of Anagonia
It has come to Chairman Jack O’Neill’s attention that our two nations have
yet to make a formal exchange of technology. He wanted to hold a meeting
with you as soon as possible, but due to matters beyond his control, he
would not be able to attend such a meeting for some time. Instead, he has
chosen me, his wife, to go in his place.
I would prefer to meet with you at the coordinates attached to this
transmission three days from the time this is sent. If this time is to your
liking then you do not need to send a reply. If not, then one will be most
appreciated.
I shall be awaiting your arrival.
Siri O’Neill
The Northrop-Grumman Corporation
< Galactic Coordinates Uploaded >
< End Transmission >
Anagonia 21-12-2005 20:33
It was a mysterious transmission followed by the senders name shouldn't be that mysterious. However, as Drakomis gazed around this dark room, and up at the one light above him, he felt like cursing himself for not having his suit on. His greenish skin glinted in the light as his eyes told his unsatisfied thinking of all this. He sensed something more beyond the blinding light, but he couldn't tell.
His tail slowly moved behind him in a quick fashion, expressing his discontent. He growled into the darkness, ready to claw anything that dared attack him. His thoughts wondered into believing he had been tricked. That transporter couldn't lock onto him, nothing could. He was vulnerable.....expect for something on his belt, but that was hidden until someone exposed their idiotic intentions.
Northrop-Grumman 21-12-2005 21:44
Out from the shadows stepped ten guards clad in silver power armor with their faces covered by a thick black visor. Each carried what appeared to be a typical M-16 rifle but the one thing that set these apart was the glowing red crystal near the stock. All ten weapons were pressed against the guards’ shoulders and were aimed directly at Drakomis.
After a moment of silence, one of the guards spoke up in an emotionless tone. “By Corporate Order Seventy-Five, you are now under arrest for two crimes: attempted assassination of the Chairman and his wife and conspiracy to inflict harm against the Corporation as a whole. Both crimes carry an immediate death sentence. Now, since you are not a citizen of the Corporation, we can skip the trial and perform the execution.”
A row of spotlights turned on across the cargo hold to reveal a path to a wall on the far side of the room.
“Mr. Reign, raise your hands up and walk to the wall. When you reach the wall, turn around slowly."
Two of the guards stepped out of the way for Drakomis to walk.
"Now go.”
Anagonia 21-12-2005 22:01
Drakomis snarled at the sights of the men in armor, wanting only to swiftly attack them for pointing weapons at him. However, once he heard those words, that he had done a wrong he had no knowledge of doing, he almost fell. What did he do to deserve this? Execution? He sighed, doing a wrong to an ally had its consequences, even if he didn't know it.
But death....death felt too extreme.
His hand moved slowly towards the side of his belt, moving away slight a piece of his shirt to reveal what looked like a saber-hilt from some forgotten past. And yet....he thought a moment as he looked around.
No, he would kill these people. He wouldn't slaughter them, no allied blood would be shed. Even if they didn't realize what they would bring. He would stop whatever the weapons were, he knew how. Peaceful outcome....
"Peaceful outcome," he whispered to himself as he followed the light slowly, hands raised...
.....turning around and one hand seemingly ready to reach for something.
Northrop-Grumman 21-12-2005 22:18
The one guard, apparently the leader of the group, chuckled at his good fortune as he led the remaining twelve down the lit pathway to where Drakomis was standing. So far everything was going well for the guards, and they were quite pleased because of it. They even remarked through their helmet’s microphones, which could not be heard without a helmet, how easy it was to arrest this head of state.
Finally, they reached Drakomis and followed their leader’s orders to line up for the execution. They raised their rifles to their shoulders once more and prepared to fire. The leader spoke once again out loud so everyone could hear him.
“Five…four…three…”
Anagonia 21-12-2005 22:29
Drakomis watched it all, even heard the remarks of the guys in armor. Fear almost overtook him, almost. But he constrained that fear and used it for his good, standing tall and waiting for the moment to strike. Drakomis' eyes closed slowly, waiting for it, waiting to hear the barrels fire. In that instant he would act, and swiftly expose a side never exposed in such a long time.
But then a thought came to his mind. What if this was all a joke? He nearly laughed out loud, it would be a good one. A good one indeed.
Northrop-Grumman 21-12-2005 22:39
“Two…one…FIRE!!!”
At the last second, every one of the rifles moved slightly higher and fired red orbs of energy just above Drakomis’ head. The rifles were not your typical firearms but were in fact intars, specially designed weapons that were designed only to stun a person. The red orbs ricocheted off the metal wall and hit some unknown object on the far side of the room.
Immediately upon firing, the guards lowered their weapons and backed away from Drakomis.
Anagonia 21-12-2005 22:45
Drakomis, upon hearing the weapons fire, had quickly grasped the hilt and ignited a futuristic lightsaber of gold, wanting to block the shots, but realizing that they were aimed higher than normal. Somewhat stunned by this revelation, he lowered his saber a bit, the blade humming as it moved through the air. His reptilian head tilted, tail wagging with confused interest as the guards backed off.
"What in the world..."
Northrop-Grumman 22-12-2005 22:10
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The sound of leather boots striking the floor resonated throughout the cargo hold and increased in volume as they neared. The guards immediately heard it and quickly formed a straight line, shoulder to shoulder. They powered down their weapons and held them muzzle down, at their sides.
A lone figure slowly approached the group from out of the darkness. The first thing that could be readily seen was a reflection of light off the handle of the silver rapier which hung at the person’s side. As the figure entered into the light, the person’s features could be seen more clearly. A female elf slightly shorter than they were and wearing mostly black clothes stood before them. She glanced at Drakomis then turned back towards the guards.
Then she spoke and appeared to be quite annoyed. “I noticed one serious flaw in the execution of your mission. You did not search the prisoner for weapons.”
The leader of the guards attempted to defend his actions. “Mrs. Chairwoman, there was no way he could’ve escaped there were eleven of us and one of him. Besides, it wasn’t like he had a gun or anything dangerous like that.”
“Silence! I did not tell you to speak!” Siri clenched her fists in anger. “All it takes is one mistake to end your life. You will never ever get a second chance in battle. And never get cocky about the odds being in your favor. The amount of people that are on a side at once does not matter. I have been in a great many battles where the odds were against me five to one.” She pointed directly at Drakomis “He could have easily dispatched every single one of you with just his lightsaber. I can see it in his eyes.”
She began to pace back and forth as she thought. “I have had about enough of the stupidity of this group. Tomorrow morning you are going to be shipped out to Rakos III. That will be the final test of your training. If you live, then you will be assigned to security at the capitol building. If you die, then so be it.”
One of the guards was startled at this and accidentally dropped his weapon. Siri stopped pacing and glared at him. “You are all dismissed!”
The guards obeyed her and scurried towards the door. Meanwhile, Siri picked up the intar in her hand and with her finger, flicked the weapon on. She then turned the power setting to its highest level and took aim at the last guard leaving. A red orb of energy fired from the weapon and struck the guard in the leg sending him crashing into the other guards as the door closed. In a fit of rage over the behavior of those she was training, she took the intar and slammed it into the ground breaking the stock and throwing sparks all around. She then flung the broken weapon across the room into the dark.
Anagonia 22-12-2005 22:27
Drakomis' head tilted throughout these proceedings, and noted that he had been used for training. His lightsaber was easily lowered into a mildly defensive stance, and his tail waved back and forth. It was something of an amusement to see another nation’s ways of training, and hearing that these guards were to be in the Capitol building explained the harsh response. He knew too well of these things, but he was never this harsh.
And that woman, she reminded him of a hardcore sergeant he once knew. He managed to hide a lick across his muzzle, a slight thrum. He was in exile when that occurred, and enjoyed every moment of that freedom. After that, he knew Anagonia was worth it all.
A slight chuckle as he brought his mind back to seriousness, he had allowed a temporary weakness to expose. Oh well, she could only utilize that if she went after it.
"Well, a training target? How rude." He twirled his saber.
Northrop-Grumman 23-12-2005 17:14
Siri gradually began to calm herself down and smirked at Drakomis’ comment. One of the things she loved to do was to watch people squirm under stress. She personally had nothing against him but had figured that he would have been an excellent training instrument for her guards.
The twirling of Drakomis’ lightsaber made her slightly wary for she knew that it could easily slice through her rapier. She did not want to take any chance that he might be angry after being used for a training exercise so she barked out a command in her native language. A breeze of air felt on both of her sides was the only confirmation that she had the appropriate security, and she finally settled down to reply to Drakomis.
“Rude? It would depend on how you look at it. Besides, you are not the first person to be used for my training missions nor will you be the last. I actually met my husband, Jack, in a similar way.”
OOC: I'll be leaving this morning to go visit relatives for Christmas up in Pennsylvania and New Jersey. I don't think I'll be back until Monday afternoon or evening so you needn't rush with the replies or anything. By the way, have a Merry Christmas!
Anagonia 27-12-2005 00:56
"Courtships are very funny with your people, I take it." He sensed something else, protective of this one. He stood and bowed, turning off his saber and placing it on his belt. "Honored to be of proper use for your troops anyway."
He would look deeper into the darkness, just out of curiosity. Not too far, however, he didn't want to give his perception away. Even if he didn't fully get what was there, he still wouldn't hurt this one. He sensed some uneasiness, and knew her to be wife to a friend.
Northrop-Grumman 27-12-2005 15:22
Siri carefully watched as Drakomis put away his saber. He did not appear to be a raving maniac and for that she was glad. Maybe now she could trust him a bit more.
“Not typically. Ours was a unique case.” Siri ran her hand down the long blonde ponytail on the back of her head. “Several years ago, Jack and another head-of-state took a fishing trip to what they thought was an uninhabited planet. Well, they had managed to wander onto my training grounds and unknowingly became training instruments. They were ambushed by my rangers and fought back for a short while but were later taken captive. Then, I had my first conversation with Jack which resulted in a heated argument and him getting stabbed with an arrow and clubbed. The two were then taken back to my settlement where they were treated. When Jack regained consciousness from the clubbing, he and I had a lengthy conversation, this time more rational. Actions were explained, apologies were given, and we quickly became friends. Jack visited me every now and then, and gradually, he began visit more and more. It was mostly every weekend. The times when he was unable to travel, he usually sent a shuttle to pick me up. And to make a long story short, this continued for about a year until we decided to get married and did. Now we have a two year old son.”
Anagonia 28-12-2005 00:43
"Unique indeed," managing a slight chuckle as he leaned against the back wall, "You two must be closely bonded by now after all that."
He thought for a moment as he sighed, his bodily "expressions" showed nothing of thinking of harm, as his tail just slowly went back and forth as if curious of many things. He was, of course, curious of many things, but nothing too curious to discuss at this time.
One specific curiosity was her talkative stance and mood. Wasn't something he seen someone do right after he exposed a defensive style. Usually took about twenty minutes of talking to get to talk. But her, she relaxed quickly, and he knew her words were truth. So, besides the fact many were behind her in the darkness, he could begin to open to her to return her trust.
"Yea, I'm unfortunately single. Being Eight-hundred years old and not having a mate is kind of a bad thing, especially when you only have an adopted son to pass your knowledge onto. Not saying I don't love him the same, just saying...well, you get the idea." He would somewhat smile at that, but his truth in his personal was made known.
Northrop-Grumman 28-12-2005 15:27
One thing that people had to learn when being around Siri was that she had a unique personality. One moment she could be talking to a new person rather harshly, and the next, she could be chatting as if they were old friends. Most people didn’t expect this sort of thing and were puzzled by it. The reason was that in the three hundred years of her life she had learned to read a person’s body language and speech in order to give her a sense of what that person was like.
Over the past few minutes, she had watched Drakomis carefully and deduced that he was a sensible person, wasn’t “trigger-happy”, had a decent sense of humor, and appeared to be quite curious. She pondered what it could be about but figured there would be time for that later.
“I understand,” she commented as she nodded her head. “I was never married for over three hundred years and never really gave it much thought during that time because I always kept myself busy. I found out though that you have to make time for these things.”
Her mind trailed off for a moment as she wondered where her son was. She hoped that he wasn’t driving the colonel crazy as he kept an eye on him.
“We adopted our son a little over a year ago and is now at the age where he just loves getting into all kinds of trouble. It’s amazing how much you have to hide from a little one.”
Anagonia 29-12-2005 21:17
Drakomis smiled in return to her continued gaze, she kept an eye on him. But he noticed she trailed off a bit after some words. Obviously she had much to think about too. Not a big surprise, parents always do, and especially leaders.
"Yea, terrible." He chuckled, "but I must say it’s great having a partner beside you some of the time. Hard enough training a youngin on your own."
Northrop-Grumman 29-12-2005 21:33
Siri nodded in agreement. “Indeed, I could not imagine raising him all by myself.”
She then paused for a moment and looked around. The cargo hold wasn’t particularly warm because the environmental systems couldn’t heat such a large space, and it just wasn’t the place for general conversation. Besides, she figured that Drakomis was getting tired of standing.
“I honestly do not think that this cargo hold is all that comfortable." She gestured towards the heavy sliding door on the wall near where he leaned. "Perhaps we should go someplace else.”
Anagonia 29-12-2005 21:38
Nodding, his tail did a spike movement, but otherwise no other expression was made. Standing fully, he bowed slightly, and waited for her to move.
Northrop-Grumman 30-12-2005 15:59
Siri smiled and led Drakomis out of the dark cold cargo hold and into the brightly lit hallways of one of the newest battlecarriers in the fleet. Unlike the previous generation of starships, the interiors were not designed like modern naval vessels. Instead, halls took on a more postmodern look with the walls being covered with various metals to conceal piping, electrical work, and other components. The coloring also changed. In years past, grey was the typical color seen inside of a starship. Now white, light blue, and silver replaced it and gave the look and feel of something that was built by the Ancients.
She walked down the hallway along side of Drakomis while her cloaked security force followed a short distance behind. She turned to him and commented, “We will be going to my quarters. I have all the information there that we need to exchange including the plans for this battlecarrier.”
Anagonia 31-12-2005 12:17
OOC:
Might be going away for a few days, just a first warning, lol.
IC:
Drakomis admired the way things were built through these halls, noticing that they indeed didn't look like Naval vessels that he was more accustomed to. Sure, it could easily look like a space station. But, the problem was, this wasn't a space station. This was a ship. Seeing it so up close and personal was a pleasure in itself, his Naval Command had been looking for a great Flagship class for the longest time.
He could recall the joy felt throughout the Anagonian High Command when the Battlecruiser class had been built. It was constructed to be a flagship, to hold its weight, to force all other opposition down on its knees. It had done just that, and for three-hundred years it had dominated the Anagonian territories, showing the mercy of the Republic, and the extent of its defense to its Brethren. Even when the Battleships of new had come out, Fleet Command didn't like giving up such a prestigious and highly honorable service.
Hell, High Command even had a fit when the engineers finally refitted the old Heavy Cruiser class. But that’s another story, and Drakomis could agree with his High Ranking brethren on the Battlecruiser deal.
This Battlecarrier, however, was something else entirely. Once the Republic High Command had heard of it, they almost went head over heels. The Battlecruiser, albeit the most capable platform in all Anagonian Existence, did lack one thing entirely, even though it did this job well. It lacked the ability to carry and properly maintain massive amounts of fighters over an extended period of years instead of months.
This was an Admirals dream, in all seriousness. A dream for the ages. Drakomis was very pleased, and very eager to hand the plans over to his shipyards. Anagonia had prepared all its resources for this very moment, stocking up, preparing, trying to gain every possible thing to construct TWO in under a year. If that’s even possible....but Anagonia could try.
"Very well," he responded, "I have prepared all of Anagonia's capabilities for these ships-" looking around before continuing, sighing a bit- "and what they can bring us." He looked towards her, "I look forward to some productive talks."
Anagonia 01-01-2006 12:39
BUMP
Hope you get to feelin' better Northrop. Happy New Year buddy.
Northrop-Grumman 01-01-2006 17:20
Siri nodded. “As do I.”
A few moments later, they arrived at the door to her quarters, which automatically slid open. The inside of the main room was a stark contrast with the appearance of the rest of the vessel. It looked nearly identical to the inside of a log cabin. The usual metallic walls were covered by foot-wide logs. The floors were covered in smooth, glossy wood while the ceiling consisted of several log beams. On the far side of the room was a stone fireplace with numerous swords and axes displayed horizontally. The windows had long curtains over them to block the view of space. Two handcrafted armchairs and one long sofa that surrounded a coffee table provided the centerpiece for the room. One thing that could easily be seen was the lack of artificial light. Candles, lanterns, and an old iron chandelier provided only natural light.
Siri gestured to Drakomis. “Please have a seat wherever you like.”
Anagonia 02-01-2006 01:28
Drakomis' eyes lit up instantly, highly impressed with the elegance of the large room. It looked like a cabin, but in space. Something different for a change, something welcome...something like home. Oh he could have jumped with glee at seeing the centerpieces, but he refrained his excitement with a wide smile, walking softly across the floors as if not wanting to disturb such elegance. Sitting softly on the couch, and easily spreading his tail in comfort, he murred softly, ignoring the fact someone else was here.
He sighed happily as he felt comfort, leaning against the couch and sliding to its side, almost closing his eyes, suddenly remembering someone else was here. He cleared his throat quickly and sat up, sliding to the edge and adjusting just a bit, crossing a leg, and allowing his tail to slide on the magnificent couch.
Murring quietly now, he would talk. "I believe this is..extremely acceptable settings. My how you have a taste for comfort."